The starting position is Qi! It should be a sword technique!
Ding Sheng firmly engraved the image just now in his mind, then he sat down, closed his eyes and recalled in his mind scene by scene the starting moves of Martial God Gu Zhujun just now.
However, considering Ding Sheng's current state, he felt that extremely desolate state. It was just a feeling, not a certainty at all.
A sword and one person can actually change the color of the world and force it into an extremely desolate mood. This is truly a combat skill that conquers the heaven and earth.
There is no explanation of the formula, just an extremely simple movement, but it contains the way of heaven and earth.
Ding Sheng couldn't understand this even after thinking about it for a long time.
Since it was useless, Ding Sheng stood up, hugged the black flame knife to his chest, and followed the example. But the movements were correct, but not to mention the aura of looking down on the world, it was just a little bit.
The wind sprouts don't evoke even a trace.
Ding Sheng couldn't help curling his lips. At this moment, he felt like a monkey, imitating human movements. In fact, Ding Sheng was probably not even as good as a monkey now, if the Martial God Gu Zhujun was a human.
When Ding Sheng held the Black Flame Sword and held such a posture for more than half an hour, he was exhausted. Now Ding Sheng could not use anything. He was just like ordinary people, holding a sword weighing nearly a hundred kilograms.
The Black Flame Sword stood motionless for half an hour. Thanks to his strong toughness, most people would have fallen down from exhaustion long ago.
But no matter how hard he persisted, Ding Sheng finally exhausted all his strength and lay down with his legs spread wide. The purple bamboo forest was gone, but the pressure in the entire pavilion was quietly increasing and its scope continued to expand.
Ding Sheng could not find a place to relax now. In this case, Ding Sheng simply stayed on the spot and practiced his sword skills.
Sometimes he stood up, holding the knife in his chest, and sometimes he lay down with his legs spread wide, taking the opportunity to take a breath.
In this way, Ding Sheng spent more than ten days, but made no progress. The only thing that makes Ding Sheng happy is that he is now very proficient in holding the knife on his chest, and he doesn't have to think about it every time like he did at the beginning.
Only the movements of the Martial God Gu Zhujun could be imitated, and now I naturally assume such a pose.
Ding Sheng doesn't think about anything now, because he knows that without the skills and formulas, he can't think of anything even if he thinks about it. Then he is aroused to be stubborn. Anyway, that's how the God of War Gu Zhujun is.
If he started, he would learn from it.
In fact, if you persist in any movement for a long time, you will get a little bit of the essence of charm. For example, Chef Ding's dissection of the cow can only reach that state after thousands of dissections. Now Ding Sheng seems to have a little bit of it.
Chef Ding's motivation kept him in this starting position, and gradually, he persisted for longer and longer.
Nearly half a month has passed, and Ding Sheng is still standing, holding the black flame knife in front of his chest, closing his eyes slightly, and just staring at the sharp blade.
However, I don't know if it was Ding Sheng's illusion or something else, but at this moment, Ding Sheng slightly felt the wisps of heat coming from the knife. Sensing this extremely weak change, Ding Sheng couldn't help but pick up the black flame knife and loosen his grip.
The hand holding the handle of the knife looked carefully and found that there was no change except for some sweat on it.
But Ding Sheng did feel something just now, even though the heat was very weak.
However, after looking over the Black Flame Knife several times, he still didn't see anything strange. Ding Sheng thought he was mistaken and held the knife in his chest again, standing still.
If someone saw Ding Sheng like this at this moment, they would definitely think that he was crazy. Who stood there motionless with nothing to do? Moreover, he stood there for nearly an hour, and he stood continuously without any interruption for nearly a month.
Nowadays, Ding Sheng has a very vague concept of time. Anyway, he is determined to continue standing like this until he appears like the martial god Gu Zhujun.
Ding Sheng persisted in standing for another whole day. Except for occasional breaks, Ding Sheng had no intention of giving up.
Just when Ding Sheng was about to end this practice, his eyes moved slightly and he saw a breath flowing over the black flame knife. Not only was this breath very weak, but it was still floating on the blade. If it weren't for Ding
If you hold the knife at a close distance, it will probably be difficult to spot.
But now, he really saw it, but this breath was not from him, because from the beginning to the end, Ding Sheng did not dare to use any spiritual consciousness, and even his physical strength was used to resist the pressure from all around.
So, what exactly is this breath?
Ding Sheng was very curious and couldn't help but put out a hand to touch the breath. However, when Ding Sheng stretched out his hand, the breath disappeared without a trace like a frightened deer.
Ding Sheng couldn't help but rub his eyelids, and then took a closer look, but now there was nothing on the blade. Could it be that he was dazzled? But why did he feel heat once before, and now he saw the breath again? What on earth is going on?
What's going on?
After thinking for a long time, Ding Sheng couldn't think of anything. This breath didn't come from him, so how would he know what it was? Could it be the Black Flame Sword itself?
Originally, Ding Sheng thought of the Black Flame Sword. After all, everything is alive. Every stone in this mountain is alive, not to mention how could the blade extracted from the mountain stone be lifeless? But Ding Sheng is familiar with the way of life.
He didn't think this breath was the life breath of the Black Flame Sword.
Since he had no clue, Ding Sheng temporarily put aside his doubts and stood still with his sword in hand.
This time, it didn't take long for that faint breath to appear again on the blade. When Ding Sheng saw it, he was slightly happy in his heart, but he remained calm and still stood there.
This breath was like a timid little deer. It wandered around for a while, and then after confirming that there was no danger, it suddenly started swimming quickly. And as it cruised, people around it appeared out of thin air and touched it.
The same breath, these breaths are colorless and odorless, without even a trace of power.
As time went by, there were more and more of these auras, slowly swimming around Ding Sheng, but Ding Sheng remained motionless, letting these auras swim around.
Obviously, these breaths are now familiar with Ding Sheng, so not only are they not as scared as before, but on the contrary, they have swam to Ding Sheng's body and circulated around.
Looking from a distance, Ding Sheng was just as usual, standing motionless.
I don't know how long it took, but when Ding Sheng gradually felt a little tired, a sound came from all around.
Phew!~~~
Out of thin air, a gust of wind suddenly sounded. Ding Sheng was slightly startled at first, but he immediately discovered a phenomenon that surprised him to the point of being unbelievable. That was that these auras actually gathered together and opened an extremely large space in the space.
A tiny gap, and just such a tiny gap made Ding Sheng's whole body tremble!