Wang Luo relaxed his mind and accepted the sword spirit. The sword spirit was happy and worked hard to kill enemies for Wang Luo even more excitedly. But accidentally, the sword spirit triggered the realm of swordsmanship and naturally pulled Wang Luo in.
There is a scene where Wang Luo realizes his sword.
Not only did Wang Luo benefit greatly from this journey of sword enlightenment, but his swordsmanship also advanced by leaps and bounds, entering a subtle realm that many people could not imagine. As the trigger of the journey to sword enlightenment, the benefits of Sword Spirit and Sifang Sword were obtained.
of more.
Sword Spirit's understanding may not be as good as Wang Luo's, but its understanding of swords is definitely better than Wang Luo's. This time, after enlightening the sword, Sword Spirit has been cleansed, and has truly become one with Sifangjian, regardless of each other, and has become a symbol.
The actual sword spirit.
In addition, the obsession of exploding from the mouth to the anus has also been erased from the soul of the sword spirit. The Sifang Sword itself has also been tempered by heaven and earth, and its potential has been greatly improved again.
Of course, these are not the most important things to the sword spirit. The most important thing is that the master Wang Luo truly accepted it, and that one person and one sword truly reached the state of spiritual communication.
"Where did you get your damn luck, to have such a loyal sword spirit!"
Bell already knew the origin of Sifangjian from Bert, but he didn't expect that the sword spirit of Sifangjian was so loyal. He was completely focused on Wang Luo and only considered Wang Luo, because Wang Luo was a
Acceptance touches my heart.
"snort!"
Seeing the white figure floating in the air with a smile on his face, Wang Luo, who was originally in a good mood, his face suddenly darkened, he let out a cold snort, and without saying a word, he rushed forward with a square sword in hand.
Swish——
A streak of earth-yellow sword energy shot out from the square sword, and shot towards Bell fiercely. Seeing this, Bell just smiled slightly, but the rapidly flying sword energy paused slightly, and then shattered and dissipated between the sky and the earth.
"Sifang, now!"
With a low shout at the Sifang Sword in his hand, Wang Luo suddenly let go, and a pitch-black villain suddenly appeared from the Sifang Sword and let out a ferocious roar at Bell.
As the Sifang Sword Spirit roared, the pimples on the Sifang Sword suddenly shot out, formed into a small sword in the air, and shot at Bell fiercely.
There was a slight sigh in Bell's mouth, and there was a trace of surprise in Bell's eyes. He calmly looked at the flying bean sword, stretched out two white fingers, and easily caught it in his hand.
"Not bad, I actually learned a skill!"
Smiling slightly, looking at Wang Luo, whose face was ashen, Bell gave a compliment. Then he exerted slight force with his fingers, and Douzi's little sword suddenly fell apart. The sword in the distance suddenly let out a scream, and Bell glared at him, and then made a whooshing sound.
Entered the Sifang Sword.
"There are some things that would be bad for you if you knew too much!"
Looking at Wang Luo with a gloomy look on his face, Bell spoke sincerely, his eyes directly looking at Wang Luo without any dodge. Seeing this, Wang Luo had no choice but to give up.
"If you don't make it clear next time, I'm not in the mood to help you offend anyone in vain, so get out!"
With another cold snort, Wang Luo rolled his eyes at Bell and spoke, then waved his hand impatiently to him with a look of disgust, and told him to leave quickly.
She felt a little sorry for Wang Luo in her heart. When she saw this, Bell just smiled slightly and told Wang Luo a few words of attention when practicing. Then he turned around and left, not knowing where to go.
"Damn, it actually took me so long to comprehend a realm of swordsmanship!"
Hearing Bell say that it took him ten days to master the realm of swordsmanship, Wang Luo was speechless for a while, cursing secretly in his heart, and then looked at the ferocious monsters that were coming around him again.
The blue-edge sword flashed out, and traces of water-attribute magic power poured into it. He swung the sword to stab the surrounding monsters. Wang Luo quietly felt the changes in the water-attribute magic power and slowly penetrated it.
Compared to earth elements, metallic elements and blood energy, Wang Luo felt that he had the most understanding of the water element, but the reality was different from what Wang Luo thought.
The morning sun rises and sets, the bright moon waxes and wanes, time passes slowly, and the ferocious monsters around him gradually become stronger. However, Wang Luo's understanding of the water element still has not improved at all, but his understanding of swordsmanship has deepened again.
Practicing day after day is already a very boring thing, especially when there is no effect, it is even more depressing. If this continues, it is not impossible to go crazy and die.
After going through a period of irritability and depression, and after venting his anger, Wang Luo gradually calmed down and no longer struggled with his understanding of the water element like Shabi.
Wang Luo, who was in a calm mood, began boring training, constantly swinging his sword to hunt monsters. After running out of water magic, he continued to use earth magic, as well as fire elements, gold elements, and blood energy, waiting in line to be destroyed.
use.
When using other elements, Wang Luo would do two things. He would take the beads obtained from hunting monsters, restore the exhausted elements, and continue fighting until exhausted.
Although the elemental power can be recovered quickly, the mental power consumed by Wang Luo is difficult to recover quickly. Every time when he is exhausted, Wang Luo will not give up. He still holds the sword in his hand and carries it with him.
The sword fell unconscious together.
Wang Luo didn't have the slightest worry about his safety after being comatose. He knew that Bell would definitely not put him in danger, and the fact was indeed as Wang Luo expected.
Compared with Wang Luo who can devote all his efforts to practice and gain enlightenment, Lu Ji is quite miserable. Not only does he have to fight to gain enlightenment on his own, but he also has to prevent himself from exhaustion at all times. No one here cares about his life or death.
It has to be said that whether it is Lu Ji or Wang Luo, both of them are sometimes very ruthless characters, not only ruthless to their enemies, but also ruthless to themselves, so both of them persevered.
With such hard persistence, four years passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Luo finally grew up and became a seventeen-year-old young man.
In the boundless sea of blood, a cyan figure stood silently, with a full head of black hair draped casually on the shoulders, flying in the wind. Occasionally, a few strands of black hair would disobediently brush over the handsome face.
With a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, the black-haired young man suddenly raised his head and looked forward. In the deep black eyes with endless cold light, endless fighting spirit bloomed. Of course, in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a touch of exhaustion that could not be concealed.
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boom--
A loud noise exploded from the depths of the blood sea, and a three-meter-tall monster jumped out of the blood sea. The eighth-level strongman came towards me with pressure, crushing the sneering person opposite.