According to legend, there is a sword technique that can reach the sky: the Seven Swords of the Sky!
When this sword technique came into being, the most powerful swordsman in the world, Mr. Yutu, and the previous master of the Holy Temple of the Seven Swordsmen, later disappeared from the world and became a legend.
Later generations observed and practiced the "Seven Swords of the Sky" and created the "White Cloud Sword Technique".
Of course, the grade is lowered by dozens of levels.
This is just an ordinary acquired magical skill!
"Baiyun Sword Technique" is included in the Lingzang Pavilion of Tiansang Linggong, with a total of thirteen swords.
Xu Xiaoshou, who had average qualifications at that time, exhausted all his lifelong learning and finally learned the first sword in three years: Baiyun Youyou!
This is the first spiritual skill he has mastered in his life, and it is also the only one...
Well, to be exact, it’s one-third of the formula!
When his mind was swallowed by darkness and he felt the huge earthquake in the sky and the earth, Xu Xiaoshou saw "Tibetan Ku" flying up to the clouds with him.
He slashed out with his sword, and the white clouds dispersed leisurely and gathered again.
It has no beginning and no end, it is immortal and immortal.
In an instant, endless sword styles came into my mind, and countless thoughts came to me.
He recalled the moments when he woke up at night and practiced hard with his sword in the courtyard.
Thorn, cross, pick, cut...
That is the most basic basic skill, that is blood and sweat, every move and every style that is turned into energy seems to be fully understood at this moment.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the white clouds in front of him and sheathed his sword.
At this moment, slowly moving sword lights appeared on the horizon, criss-crossing each other. They seemed to be coming slowly, but in fact they were coming in an instant.
The white clouds turned into fragments, and the sky collapsed into dust.
"Ouch!"
Xu Xiaoshou woke up suddenly, breathing heavily. As he moved, his clothes turned into pieces and withered in front of him, like white clouds in an illusion.
He lowered his head, holding the "Tibet Ku" in his hand, and seemed to be jumping for joy, making a crisp sword cry.
so……
"What the hell is going on?"
Xu Xiaoshou was confused, so he inserted the passive key. When the key disappeared, he entered the illusion of white clouds with the lingering sword intent, and the most painful scene in his heart was brought out.
After practicing for three years, I only know thirteen forms of Baiyun Sword Technique...
This is acquired swordsmanship!
How low the qualifications must be to achieve such a difficult achievement, how can it not be painful!
Xu Xiaoshou calmed down. He hid his memories and quickly looked at the information bar. This thing was definitely related to the passive key.
The new line is like an update:
"Acquire Mastery Passive Skill: Sword Mastery!"
Proficient type?
Proficient in swordsmanship?
Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded. Is this a product from "One More Spoonful"?
Did I really use a passive skill that is probably the most awesome? Or is it the kind that comes with its own special effects?
"Fuck!"
Xu Xiaoshou finally couldn't help but cursed. Is the possession of Emperor Ou a reality?
"Proficient in swordsmanship..."
When you hear this name, it sounds very arrogant. It's a few levels higher than "strong" and "sharp".
When the naming of the passive system is so monotonous, a passive skill that is higher than ordinary nouns can appear. You can imagine how terrifying this "sword mastery" is.
not to mention……
Thinking of that fantasy land of white clouds, Xu Xiaoshou's whole body trembled with excitement.
Could it be that I have already mastered the sword moves and knowledge in the illusion?
Because it is a passive skill, every time it appears, it is silent and subtle. If Xu Xiaoshou had not deliberately thought about it, he would not have noticed his changes.
He looked at the "Tibetan Ku" in his hand and it was buzzing.
It's exciting!
Xu Xiaoshou clearly and strongly felt that this was the "hidden suffering" of a dead thing. He was very excited at the moment, and could even be said to be excited!
try it?
This thought flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind, so he closed his eyes and recalled the sword technique in the illusion that made the white clouds disintegrate.
His breathing gradually became quieter, and he felt like he was floating lightly and rising into the sky.
Ethereal, translucent, clear and quiet...
What a magical feeling.
The next moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had transformed into a cloud, and the white clouds were long and picturesque.
When the wind blows in summer, the white clouds disperse!
Xu Xiaoshou felt that he needed to draw his sword.
So he drew his sword and drew it out unconsciously. It was extremely obscure, but it suddenly passed through the two people.
A long stroke of sword, the bleak evening wind blew away all the fallen leaves.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The scene in the illusion appeared again, and countless sword lights came slowly, but they were instantly densely packed in the room.
It was obviously slashed out at an extremely slow speed, but it disappeared from the sky at an extremely fast speed.
Xu Xiaoshou opened his eyes.
boom!
The house made of red-heart wood turned into pieces and fell into pieces.
Bang bang bang!
When he raised his head, fragments of red heartwood smashed down on his head, building a wooden tomb and burying him in it.
"Fuck!"
"what's the situation?"
…
In a narrow and cramped room, there is a round wooden table and three men.
Xiao Qixiu sat upright, but the sword on his back had been placed beside his knees. He shook his head seriously: "I don't drink!"
"It's not like you don't know that real swordsmen don't get drunk, they only get drunk on their swords. Drinking will only mess up my mind. If things go on like this, my sword will no longer be accurate."
He spat the wine on the face of the old man across from him with a sneer, and he suddenly felt embarrassed: "Uh, I didn't mean it."
He turned to look at Xiao Qixiu and burst into laughter: "You said you can make great progress in swordsmanship without drinking?"
Xiao Qixiu smiled lightly: "I have indeed made some progress."
He turned to look at the old man who was wiping his face: "Mr. Sang is coming back this time, but he plans to stay here forever?"
There were still a few straws left on the old man's head. He glared at Qiao Qian, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Stay a little longer for now!"
He looked at the empty wine glass and suddenly said: "You can be both drunk and sword-drunk at the same time!"
Just when Xiao Qixiu wanted to refute, the old man said again: "It's a pity, you can't do it, otherwise the Eighth Sword Immortal will be yours..."
One of the movers couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud: "Hehe, hehe, hehe..."
Xiao Qixiu: "..."
At this moment, the sword beside his knees buzzed and vibrated violently.
The three of them looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Xiao Qixiu grabbed the buzzing sword, listened carefully, and immediately saw pictures of everything nearby in his mind.
Tiansangling Palace, outer courtyard.
The evening breeze was blowing, and a disciple was walking with his sword in his arms, comprehending life.
Suddenly, the sword in his arms began to fidget, trying to break free from his arms.
He was shocked and hurriedly held down his sword, only to find that everyone around him, as long as they were sword practitioners, suffered the same fate.
"Keng——"
The sound of swords echoed in all directions, and they were connected in perfect harmony, resounding throughout half of the outer courtyard.
"what's the situation?"
All the disciples were dumbfounded.
"The sound of the sword for a mile, the sword's intention the day after tomorrow?" the old man said calmly.
"Um!"
Xiao Qixiu nodded, stood up immediately, and exclaimed:
"I didn't expect that there will be another disciple in the outer courtyard who has cultivated the acquired sword intention. In addition to the two innate spirits and one innate body discovered before, the quality of this batch of disciples in the outer courtyard is really extraordinary."
"The physical body is innate?"
The old man was so surprised that he even put down his wine glass, as if he was thinking about something.
Immediately, he changed his words and said: "I remember that the sword intention that appeared last time was probably that girl Su Qianqian!"
"Well, innate sword intent." He added.
Xiao Qixiu looked impatient, but still replied:
"Su Qianqian is incomparable. She is a true genius. The existence of one of the twenty-one famous swords in the mainland in her hand makes even me covet."
"Stop pretending, come and take a look!" Elder Qiao stood up and said, "You can't hold it anymore, and you still insist on staying here."
Xiao Qixiu touched his head awkwardly.
The old man smiled and said: "Go!"
The two of them rushed out of the door.
"Tsk tsk..."
The old man still looked calm and unhurried, as if the acquired sword intention was not enough to arouse his interest.
He drank the rest of the wine bottle in one gulp, picked up the straw hat and put it on his head, took his crutch from behind the door, and left slowly.
After a long time, he came back, closed the door and left again.