Soon, Ling Feng understood all the thirty-three types of Hinayana swordsmanship.
Although it was only Hinayana Kendo, it undoubtedly had far-reaching significance to him and laid the foundation for his own Kendo.
"Then comes the Mahayana Kendo!"
There is an obvious difference between Mahayana Kendo and Hinayana Kendo, like a chasm in the sky.
The so-called Mahayana and Hinayana, in other words, Hinayana can only be regarded as a part of Mahayana, just some small branches.
For example, the Blood Fiend Sword Dao that Ling Feng learned before is actually a branch of the Blood God Sword Dao. The Blood God Sword Dao naturally contains all the power of the Blood Fiend Sword Dao, but the Blood Fiend Sword Dao is completely incomparable.
The swordsmanship of the Blood God is comparable to that.
Even the swordsman who has inherited the blood evil swordsmanship has an innate restraint when facing the successor of the blood god swordsmanship.
So sometimes, the height of swordsmanship inheritance determines the height of a swordsman.
Gathering his mind, Ling Feng jumped up, his body suspended in mid-air, at the same height as the thirty-three swords in the second row.
There are ninety-nine swords in this hall, and the thirty-three in the middle contain the so-called Mahayana swordsmanship.
The next level up is the superior swordsmanship.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, selected a black and white sword not far away, and integrated his thoughts into it.
This is a weird space, half white and half black. Upon closer inspection, Ling Feng discovered that it was not really white or black, but just somewhat similar.
Suddenly, black and white rotated like a Tai Chi diagram.
Under the Tai Chi diagram, a figure slowly appeared. It was a man wearing black and white robes, holding a sword with one side white and one black in his hand.
Mahayana Kendo...Yin Yang Kendo!
As soon as the sword came out, the black and white swords pierced the sky, as if the heaven and the earth were divided, and the heaven and the earth were divided into yin and yang.
"Yin Yang Kendo..."
Ling Feng's eyes flickered with energy. He never imagined that even Yin Yang Kendo was only Mahayana Kendo, and what would the so-called superior Kendo look like?
Before he had time to think too much, the multi-faceted swordsman incarnation had already slashed with one sword.
With the sword out of its sheath, Ling Feng thrust out his sword like an antelope hanging its horns. After being honed by the Thirty-three Hinayana swordsmanship, his swordsmanship had obviously made a qualitative leap.
Clang clang clang!
The fierce confrontation lasted for an unknown period of time.
Mahayana Kendo is, after all, Mahayana Kendo.
When Ling Feng defeated the incarnation of Yin Yang Kendo, he was almost paralyzed from exhaustion.
However, the insights he gained from Yin Yang Kendo were far from comparable to Hinayana Kendo.
"This speed of improvement is almost as fast as using the Heaven Seizing Condensing Sword Technique!"
After resting, Ling Feng stood up again.
Because within the Great Wilderness Temple, the sword intention and Yuanli were suppressed, he could not feel the improvement of his swordsmanship, but he believed that once he left the Great Wilderness Ruins, his sword power would have reached a considerable height.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng's mental thoughts entered the second sword.
This is a very empty world, with countless strange powers condensed into a figure. The color of the robe on the body is indescribable.
Mahayana Kendo... Vacuum Kendo!
Each sword will create a vacuum, which is very terrifying.
This battle was also very difficult. In the end, Ling Feng defeated the opponent and spent several hours recovering and comprehending.
In the third door of Mahayana Swordsmanship, the world appears a strange gray color, filled with a strong aura of death, everywhere, and a figure appears from the depths of the gray.
Mahayana Kendo...Death Kendo!
The fourth door...
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After that, Ling Feng entered into a long period of enlightenment.
Time is passing slowly, like quicksand between your fingers.
Buzz!
Just when Ling Feng was about to continue to comprehend the next Mahayana Kendo, there was a roar in his mind. Ling Feng felt a surge of energy and blood in his body, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"puff!"
Ling Feng felt that his brain was going blank, and even breathing was very difficult.
There was a flash of golden light, and the next moment, the Great Wilderness Sword Master had appeared in the hall.
Ling Feng barely stood still, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowned, and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Sword Master, did something go wrong when I learned the way of the sword? How could this happen?"
"You kid, you mastered dozens of kendos in one breath, and you just spit out a mouthful of blood. What else do you want?"
The Great Wilderness Sword Master rolled his eyes at Ling Feng angrily, "If it had been anyone else, their heads would have exploded."
"Forehead……"
Ling Feng scratched the back of his head. It seemed that it was the same. At the same time, there were thirty-three Hinayana kendos and seven or eight Mahayana kendos, all piled up in his spiritual sea. After all, he did not have his own kendo and could not truly control them.
strength, it is no wonder that some kind of unpredictable conflict will occur.
"Digest and understand it carefully. Mahayana Kendo and Hinayana Kendo are different. If you want to comprehend all thirty-three Mahayana Kendos in one go, it's impossible!"
The Great Wilderness Sword Master narrowed his eyes and stared at Ling Feng. Even ten thousand years ago, the most outstanding true disciple of the Great Wilderness Sect was considered the most evil among evildoers for being able to comprehend three Mahayana swordsmanships in one go.
This guy Ling Feng first comprehended the thirty-three Hinayana swordsmanship in one go, and then the eight Mahayana swordsmanships before he started to feel unwell.
This guy is really a freak!
"I see."
Ling Feng nodded and bowed to the Great Wilderness Sword Master again, "Thank you, Brother Sword Master!"
"Humph, I'm just giving you a little help. What kind of gains you will get depends on you!"
The Great Wilderness Sword Master said calmly.
"Counting the time, it's time for me to leave."
Ling Feng thought for a moment, although he couldn't remember exactly how long he had been in this hall, but it should have been two or three days.
Those who are staying outside the ruins should probably give up.
"Um."
The Great Wilderness Sword Master nodded, "The Blood of the Territory Dragon has found its owner, and the inheritance of this Saint has been entrusted to you. My mission has finally been completed."
"Brother..."
Ling Feng looked at the vicissitudes of the Great Wilderness Sword Master and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.
In any case, the Great Wilderness Sword Master was a person from ten thousand years ago after all, and he is already dead.
Although I left behind this remnant soul, it was just to find a suitable successor.
Now that the successor has been found, his soul mark will naturally be dissipated.
"Being able to get to know you, my little brother, before I go to sleep completely means that God has treated me well, hahaha!"
The Great Wilderness Sword Saint laughed loudly and said, "Brother Ling, can you promise me something?"
"Brother, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to do it!"
Ling Feng looked solemn and answered sincerely from the bottom of his heart.