Chapter 0074 The reason is the same, the difference is the speed
"Bah!"
The wooden pile opened in response, and the Blood Tiger Sword went from the middle of the wooden pile to the bottom.
"call!"
Seeing that the wooden stake was divided into two and opened in two with a sword, each half was the same size and extremely uniform, Yang Ningfeng wiped a handful of sweat on his face with his right hand, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
After more than three hours of hard training, he finally succeeded in dividing the wooden stake into two halves evenly. Although he was still far from the realm of one sword and nine swords, he still felt happy now.
But happiness is happiness, and he is too far away from the goal. He still needs to work harder and practice harder. He has always been very clear about this in his heart. So after taking a short rest, he looked at the wooden pile in front of him that had returned to its original shape again.
The Blood Tiger Sword was raised again and then slashed down.
One sword, two swords, three swords... It was simple but not easy to chop down. Whenever he occasionally saw unevenness in the separated wooden stakes, Yang Ningfeng was disappointed, but it aroused him even more.
With his fighting spirit, the speed of drawing the sword would be faster. After another hour passed, he counted it himself and found that there was no deviation in at least the nearly fifty swords. Each sword could split the wooden stake into two pieces.
And now, he is becoming more and more accustomed to the weight of the Blood Tiger Sword. With luck, he still feels a bit heavy when holding it in his hand, but it seems to be no longer as big as the sword his father gave him before.
difference.
"Now it's time to practice how to open three swords with one sword!"
Staring at the wooden stake, Yang Ningfeng muttered to himself, raised the sword again, and then chopped it down.
The wooden pile is still divided into two.
Yang Ningfeng swung his sword again, but it still split into two. After slashing nearly a hundred swords in a row, Yang Ningfeng frowned and stared at the wooden stake for a long time. After a while, he raised his head to look at the Blood Tiger Sword who was sitting comfortably on the rocking chair.
Looking spiritually: "Senior..."
He just shouted, and before he could finish his words, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said leisurely: "Actually, the principle of dividing into two is the same as dividing into nine. The only difference is the speed at which you draw the sword.
, I used to have one sword and nine swords. It looked like one sword, but in fact I had eight swords." After saying this, there was no more content.
But what he said was actually very clear. But after Yang Ningfeng understood it, his brows tightened even more, and his face was covered with bitterness. The weight of the Blood Tiger Sword, he could easily lift it with his left hand.
, and he already found it very difficult to split the wooden stake in two. Now, it actually requires him to draw the sword twice as fast as before. Then, wouldn’t it mean that he will be required to draw the sword eight times faster than before?
?
Eight times faster, what kind of concept is this! Yang Ningfeng even thinks that when he draws his sword eight times faster than he does now, there will be no need to practice any sword moves at all. When he encounters an opponent, he will actually swing his sword.
He has already swung eight swords. At such a speed, it is difficult for the opponent to catch it!
Again, since the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit can do it, Yang Ningfeng thinks he can do it too.
So the hand holding the sword tightened again, and the vitality energy in his body circulated rapidly. He didn't need the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit to explain it. He could think of it now. If he wanted to use the sword quickly, he must first not let the weight of the Blood Tiger Sword become a burden. He only had to
I feel that the Blood Tiger Sword is getting lighter and lighter, so that he can appear faster and faster.
This kind of sword training was said to be practicing swordsmanship, but in fact it was a process of practicing his strength and Qi. He finally understood why he was obviously practicing swordsmanship, but he felt that the vitality in his body was growing faster than when he was practicing swordsmanship.
The progress is much faster.
"If I want the sword to become lighter, the only possibility is for my strength to increase and my cultivation to increase. When my cultivation is so strong that the weight of the Blood Tiger Sword is as heavy as a feather in my hand, I will be able to achieve the Eight Swords instantly.
The speed is even faster.”
A sense of enlightenment emerged in Yang Ningfeng's mind, and his lips couldn't help but evoke a small loneliness, and a light of perseverance appeared on his face.
"drink!"
The sword slashed down and reached the bottom of the pile, but before the pile was separated from the left and right due to the crack, Yang Ningfeng had already swung the second sword again.
However, the second sword struck directly into the air, because by the time he struck with the second sword, the wooden stake had already been separated by the first sword, and his second sword had no time to touch the wooden stake.
They had already fallen apart and fell to the ground.
But Yang Ningfeng didn't see it. Although his second sword failed to hit the wooden stake, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit lying on the rocking chair. He knew that Yang Ningfeng was already right.
He fully understood what he said and knew how to count the wooden piles. What he lacked now was just a matter of speed.
"This kid has a good understanding and is willing to work hard. It seems that it is not impossible to reach that level..." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit thought to himself, but he quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and hummed his song again!
As for Yang Ningfeng, he is now immune to the humming sound of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit. It is as if the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit is just lying quietly on the rocking chair and has no impact on his sword practice.
In fact, it should be changed now, and it is he who influenced the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit to sing, because Yang Ningfeng has a habit of shouting loudly every time he draws a sword, as if he has no strength to draw the sword without shouting.
The time in the Blood Tiger Space passed as Yang Ningfeng continued to practice hard. Finally, the crystal energy was exhausted, and Yang Ningfeng came out of the Blood Tiger Space.
As soon as he came out, he felt like his whole body was falling apart. He felt pain all over his body as if he was being pricked by needles. Every muscle seemed to be trembling, and the most terrifying thing was his left arm, as if it no longer belonged to him!
Now he was lying down in a small forest, and the sky was already filled with stars, and the moon hanging in the night sky was already facing the west.
"There should only be two or three hours until dawn!"
Yang Ningfeng thought to himself, then gritted his teeth and sat up with some difficulty.
call out!
Seeing Yang Ningfeng sit up, Xiao Jin, who had been sitting next to him, jumped up on his shoulder.
"Thank you for staying up all night for me. I'm tired. It's almost dawn now. You should go to sleep quickly. We'll leave as soon as dawn comes."
Yang Ningfeng turned her face, looked at Xiao Jin on her shoulder and said.
When Xiao Jin heard this, he jumped down again, then jumped directly to a tree nearby, then found a forked tree trunk, lay down in a very comfortable position and fell asleep.
"I've been traveling all day, but I don't know how far we are from Wushi Town now. I'll have to find someone to ask when I get there tomorrow. It's all my fault, this old guy, for not letting me hire a carriage for anything, and for saying that it's not anywhere.
Practice, when don’t you practice? Walking more will make you healthier. Oh my god, you know I’m anxious to stop by Wushi Town to see if I can be of any further help, but you’re actually forcing me to walk. Otherwise,
With the groom leading the way, I could have reached Wushi Town now, so there is no need to suffer in this small village in the middle of nowhere..."
Looking at Xiao Jin who fell asleep as soon as possible, Yang Ningfeng felt that he was sleeping faster than a pig. He shook his head with a smile, sat cross-legged, and muttered. Finally, his voice gradually became quieter until he became calm, and his expression
He became peaceful and slowly entered into a state of cultivation.
It's just that he is in the wild now, and there may be danger at any time, or people or monsters may appear at any time. Therefore, he does not dare to go into deep practice. He is just doing some breathing exercises to drive away the pain all over his body...
…
The sky finally lights up, and the east is slightly white.
Yang Ningfeng slowly opened her eyes, and then brushed her hair a few times with her hands.
After sitting quietly in the forest all night, my hair was already wet with dew. Not only that, even the clothes on my body felt wet.
He stood up, stretched his limbs, and glanced at Xiao Jin who was still sleeping on the tree. Seeing that Xiao Jin was sleeping so soundly, Yang Ningfeng did not wake him up immediately. Instead, he opened his posture and slowly launched a set of boxing techniques.
He practiced the Yang family's Leopard Chong Fist. Although he has now practiced the extremely powerful Ba Long Fist, Yang Ningfeng has not given up practicing the family's traditional boxing.
Because this is a family inheritance, he will never give up because of its weakness. On the contrary, Yang Ningfeng has a goal, that is, he must constantly improve Leopard Chongquan and carry forward Leopard Chongquan. He hopes that one day,
The name of Leopard Chong Fist can be heard throughout the Chongyuan Continent and it has become a famous boxing technique.
Whoosh!
The boxing skills are still the same, but as Yang Ningfeng's strength has increased now, this set of Leopard Chong Fist also makes a whirring sound in his hands, with the sound of wind and thunder looming, and the prestige is not small. The Leopard Chong Fist he now performs,
No matter in terms of charm or power, Yang Lei and Yang Zhengcheng are no longer comparable. Even now, his creation of harmony in Leopard Chong Fist and exerting the power of Leopard Chong Fist were already in the selection competition at that time.
On top of Yang Xuanhong's leopard punch.
boom!
Suddenly, the fist shook violently, and then punched forward like a hungry leopard hunting for prey. It felt as if this punch was a fierce leopard. The punch was so powerful that it brought with it a ferocious aura.
"If I practice swordsmanship like this, even if I fail to master the Nine-Xuan God-Slaying Sword Technique in the end, I can still reach an unparalleled height in boxing techniques. My current strength is simply more than twice that of opponents of the same level."
A punch with all his strength, even though it was not the Tyrannosaurus Fist, but just the Leopard Chong Fist, it still displayed amazing strength and an amazing sense of power. Yang Ningfeng felt a little shocked at his current strength.
No matter who he is, he is always practicing with a sword weighing more than three hundred kilograms. It’s strange that he is not strong.
I don't know if it was because of the impact of Yang Ningfeng's punch just now, but when Yang Ningfeng withdrew his fist and murmured softly, Xiao Jin woke up and jumped down from the tree.
"Let's go wash our faces first and then leave!"
Seeing that Xiao Jin was not sleeping anymore, Yang Ningfeng walked forward.
The reason why he chose to spend the night in this grove was because there was a small pool with crystal clear water near the grove.
When they arrived at the pond, after Yang Ningfeng washed his face, Xiao Jin jumped directly into the pond.
By the time Xiao Jin got up, Yang Ningfeng was already full. Of course, he couldn't starve Xiao Jin. With a flip of his wrist, a bunch of bananas hit Xiao Jin's head.
Having Zi Ling Space is convenient. When passing through a small town at noon, Yang Ningfeng bought a lot of food and put it inside.
Seeing the banana, which was Xiao Jin's favorite, he immediately let out a cheer, raised his arms, caught the banana, and then jumped onto Yang Ningfeng's shoulders.
"Bah!"
A piece of banana peel fell to the ground.
An unscrupulous, shameless and unethical guy has appeared again!
Through the woods is a road where two carriages can travel side by side without any problem.
After coming out of the woods, he stood on the side of the road and looked around. There were very few people on the road, but there was a convoy of about twelve or three people on the left heading this way. Then Yang Ningfeng felt something in his heart. This convoy seemed to be
What kind of caravan came here? Caravans usually stay out all year round, so they must know how far it is from Wushi Town.
The motorcade was getting closer and closer, and when it was almost in front of him, Yang Ningfeng stepped forward.
"What?"
However, Yang Ningfeng stood on the side of the road and had already attracted the attention of the caravan. They were guessing his identity. As soon as he stepped forward, the caravan immediately aroused the alert and stopped. Everyone raised their weapons.
.A middle-aged man waved his hand to signal everyone not to be impulsive, then took two steps forward, holding the sword tightly in his hand, staring at Yang Ningfeng, and shouted in a deep voice.