The First Emperor of Wei Chapter Sixteen: The Sword and the World
At the bottom of the abyss, a man with sinister eyes, a mask covering his face, a tall man wearing a black robe, was standing where Liu Wei was when he fell. He looked around with his eyes, bent down and squatted down with two fingers.
He picked up a piece of soil on the ground and rubbed it gently, then brought the soil to his nose, smelled it, and then discarded it.
Although it was raining heavily at that time, because Liu Wei bled profusely, a large amount of blood seeped into the soil and was not washed away by the rain. The man in black robe still smelled a faint smell of blood from the soil.
Then he took another look at the stone next to him. There was a trace of a familiar smell on the stone, which was almost undetectable. He didn't think too much. He might have thought that many people had come to explore this place in the past two days. Maybe he knew someone.
People have stopped here before.
After some investigation and finding nothing else, the masked man dodged and disappeared where he was. If anyone were there, they would definitely find that this man was a great emperor. But he has not been seen in this world for many years.
The Great Emperor has come and gone.
In the next two days, people came here one after another to search, but no one had any clues. Therefore, everyone left here one after another. The reason for the big commotion in the abyss is still a mystery, and no one knows.
No one has found or seen any treasures.
In the tower, in the martial arts arena and on the Enlightenment Stone, the young man is still practicing the Divine Breath Sword Technique.
On this day, as the young man opened his eyes, the sword in front of him trembled and slowly floated. The sword was floating an inch above the ground, and it might fall at any time.
In this way, the young man sat cross-legged on the Enlightenment Stone every day, making sword fingers with his fingers together, wielding the sword with his heart and wielding the sword with his sword. Half a year had passed, and the young man could already wield the sword three feet high, but not for long.
, the sword will fall down and can only last for about ten breaths.
In the past six months of practice, although his sword control skills have improved slowly, his mind has been greatly tempered. From maintaining contact for one day at the beginning to maintaining contact for three days now, there is a huge difference.
Wang Kong has also found a sword skill suitable for him in the Sword Skills Hall and started practicing it on the spot. He is not as enlightened as Liu Wei, but fortunately he has tens of thousands of years of understanding and accumulation of swordsmanship, although the progress is also slow.
It's like a snail crawling, but it's not without progress. His perseverance and character are not much worse than Liu Wei. For him, failure has long been like eating and drinking, as if it were normal. He is not anxious at all, and his mind is calm and stable.
Like an old dog.
He really doesn't worry much, nor is he anxious or irritated. Who can become a great emperor? Who is an impetuous person? For him, there was no hope to go further in this life, waiting to be buried in the loess and dissipated in the world. But with this
If given the opportunity, he would seize it and fight hard. He would spend a year in the tower and only one day outside, so he had enough confidence and time to study and practice.
This sword skill beyond his knowledge may help him make further progress. As long as he thoroughly studies the mysteries and mysteries contained in it and his state of mind is sublimated, his sword skill can be improved to a higher level and he can win again.
Get tens of thousands of years of life.
Another half year passed, and on this day, the young man on the Enlightenment Stone was able to control the sword in front of him to a height of a hundred feet. At this time, the young man no longer practiced the height of the sword, but maintained it at a height of one hundred feet for this time.
From one breath to ten breaths, then to a hundred breaths, and finally to a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, the young man was extremely tired and had to stop to rest and recover.
After such a repetitive and boring practice, a year passed in a hurry, and the impetuous aura on the young man's body was much less.
During this period, the pagoda spirit would occasionally come to see the progress of the young man's cultivation. Every time he stopped for a moment, he could see the young man's progress. The pagoda spirit smiled slightly, nodded with satisfaction, and then disappeared again.
At a certain moment, the young man stood up. As his mind sank into his Dantian, the two swords instantly established a connection with his mind. With a thought in his mind, he pointed forward, and the sword on the ground in front of him slowly levitated, and then moved toward
The sword slowly flew away into the distance. The sword was hundreds of feet above the ground and smoothly circled countless times above the young man's head. Within a quarter of an hour, the young man felt a little tired, so he stopped to rest and recover.
Then he continued to control the sword to hover in the air, and the speed changed from the original turtle to the point where it shot past. The young man's resolute face also showed a long-lost smile. He was silent for a moment and continued to practice, practicing to death.
When the young man felt that he could control the flying sword easily, he controlled the flying sword to float in front of him, then stamped his feet and jumped on the sword, preparing to actually fly with the sword. However, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.
The moment his feet landed on the sword, the sword fell directly, and he fell to the ground, sprawled out. Fortunately, the height was not high, and it did not cause any harm to him.
The young man got up, scratched his head, and rubbed his butt that hurt from the fall. This time he became smarter and controlled the sword three inches above the ground. He raised his foot and landed firmly on it. The sword did not
When he fell, he only trembled slightly and then stabilized.
The young man pointed at the same time and controlled the sword to rise slowly into the sky. When the sword reached a height of ten feet, it fell down again. This time, it knocked him to pieces. He felt that his whole body was not good, as if
My internal organs ached. It took me a long time to recover.
In this way, the boy started the self-abuse mode. He was beaten to the head every day and his head was bleeding. He would lie down for a day or two and then continue. During this period, the time he spent lying in the tower to recuperate was several times longer than the time he spent practicing.
times.
I don't know how much time passed, but the young man was now in the air, standing firmly on the flying sword, which was hundreds of feet above the ground.
It turns out that the feeling of being at a high place is so good. Now he has a panoramic view of the martial arts arena and various halls, but he still cannot peek into the entire world on the first level. The time on the first level is a medium time. I don't know how big it is. How can he stand a hundred feet tall?
Is it possible to see the whole picture from a high altitude?
After appreciating the high scenery for a while, he controlled the flying sword and began to fly away into the distance.
He started to move forward slowly, and gradually the speed became faster and faster. He suddenly controlled the flying sword to gallop forward suddenly, and then it was tragic.
"ah!"
A shrill scream sounded, frightening the tower spirit who was napping in the corner. He almost jumped up on the spot and looked over the martial arts field.
The sword flies in front.
The soul is chasing behind.
People sleep underneath.
Ta Ling grinned and continued to sleep without any intention of getting up to take a look. This kid has fallen down countless times and still has no memory. However, he is already handsome and thick-skinned. It is harmless. He can only lie down.
It'll be fine in a month or two, and I'll still be alive and well.
The young man lying on the ground had fallen unconscious. After sleeping for three full days, he slowly opened his eyelids. Then he felt the pain of breaking all the bones in his body, so he just lay there with his eyes closed.
, he didn't dare to move at all, it hurt when he moved. At this time, he wished he could sleep for a while longer, which could alleviate some of the pain. After lying there for more than a month, the injury gradually improved. Then he got up and started studying the flying sword again.
, with no intention of giving up.
This time he had the memory of a boss. He stood on the flying sword and accelerated slowly and smoothly little by little, allowing his body to adapt to the speed of the flying sword. Gradually, he could actually fly with the sword.
"Ouch! I can fly too!" From time to time, the hearty laughter of a young man could be heard from the sky.
But every quarter of an hour, he had to stop and rest because he was too tired.
Just like this, after practicing for an unknown amount of time, the young man was already able to handle the sword freely. From time to time, a sword light flashed across the sky. The sword light carried a graceful young man, like an eagle flying in the nine heavens, trying to strike the sky; and like that
The meteor fell to the ground, falling to the ground rapidly.
Half a year passed quietly. The boy was like a naughty child, playing outside and forgetting to go home for dinner. He was having so much fun.
Liu Wei has been in the tower for five years, and of course the outside world has only been there for five days.
"Boy, come down!" The tower spirit's voice suddenly reached the ears of the young man who was speeding past on the flying sword in the sky.
Reluctantly, the young man flew his sword two more times before landing safely.
"Yes, yes, it took me three years to completely master the essence of the first level of this sword skill. It also took the master three years to fully master it. However, the master was very advanced at that time, and this skill was created by him. He is better at practicing than you."
It's easier!" Ta Ling did not forget to praise him. However, he did not tell the truth. His master created this method back then and it took him five years to master it. However, he could not let this kid be complacent or belittle himself, so he said
It was just a time that was equal to that of his master.
Liu Wei curled his lips, as if to say: You have the nerve to say that? This sword skill was originally created by your master. It took him the same time as me to master it, and his cultivation level is still so high. Who can this be?
Isn't it obvious that I am better? Is it difficult to admit that I am better than your master? Will you die if you praise me? But Liu Wei didn't argue with Ta Ling. He was waiting for Ta Ling to tell him why he came down. After listening to him
I still want to continue flying in the sky and enjoy the sour feeling of riding the wind.
"Ahem." Ta Ling saw the look in Liu Wei's eyes and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. However, his face was no thinner than that of the young man in front of him, and he returned to normal in an instant.
"You have mastered the first level. Hurry up and practice the second level. There are two more doors waiting for you. Don't be playful. Time is running out!" Ta Ling looked at the young man in front of him and said with a rare serious expression.
The young man nodded, without any sign of reluctance, and immediately turned around to practice the second level of the Divine Breath Sword Technique. He knew that this small tower was for his own good, and he could not lose his ambition by playing with things, even though it felt very good to ride the sword freely in the world.
, but in order to seek revenge in the future, I cannot destroy the enemy with the sword-flying technique alone. This thing can only be used to rush on the road, chase the enemy, and escape. You still need to learn killing skills.