641 Wave Slash! (2/2)

In other words, they could not rely on the Ling Qi in the surroundings to recover their energy.

The boat hadn't slowed down at all the entire way, and Bei Feng didn't know how many times he'd slashed out. He also had no idea how far they were away from Golden City by now.

The clouds hung low in the sky, and the air was charged with electricity. Just touching their clothes would cause arcs of electricity to jump to their hands.

”Boom!”

A deafening explosion rang out from a place near Bei Feng. A huge dent appeared in the waters, measuring over 100 meters in width.

A huge patch of white mist that contained a sliver of gold within it rose up from the sea.

A bolt of lightning had struck down, directly evaporating a portion of sea water!

The lightning had fallen quite close to Bei Feng, so he could feel the amount of power it held.

When it struck, Bei Feng could feel all his hair standing up on ends.

The frequency of the lightning falling had become higher and higher. If the target of that lightning had been me, even I would have received heavy injuries.

Bei Feng's brows were deeply furrowed. At this rate, they would definitely be in trouble.

The lightning was simply too fast. It practically did not give people any chance of reacting at all.

Even Bei Feng did not have full confidence in his ability to dodge it.

If he could spread his mental power out for several tens of kilometer, Bei Feng was quite sure that he could evade it, but right now, he completely didn't dare to send out his mental power.

The lightning storm was simply too domineering. If he sent out his mental power now, it would instead attract all the lightning to him.

If the thunder clouds were higher, it wouldn't be a problem even if he spread out his mental power, but with the height that those clouds were at now, spreading his mental power out would be no different from putting up a lightning rod on his head.

About a dozen kilometers away from Bei Feng and the rest, hundreds of Immortal Spirit Fish were rushing in a certain direction, completely disregarding their pursuit.

Lu Bu walked up, and respectfully said, ”Family Head, please go in and rest. You can leave this place to us.”

”There's no need. It's fun for cultivators to contend against each other, but it's even more fun to contend against the heavens.”

Bei Feng shook his head. After swinging the sword countless times, he seemed to have comprehended something.

He'd never cultivated the art of the sword before, but with him swinging the sword so many times now, he seemed to have gained a more profound understanding of the sword.

When he used weapons previously, he had only been wielding them as complementations to his brute strength.

He was not any stronger or weaker when he was using his own fists and legs.

But, that was because he'd rarely met any powerful experts stronger than him. Normally, he would be fighting against people who were weaker than him, so there was naturally no difference between using weapons or his fists.

This time, with vastly different circumstances, he was instead able to fully focus on comprehending the sword. Every time he swung the sword, the angle and strength would change, and each sword stroke would be more perfect.

Although the saying that comprehending one thing would result in comprehension of all things… wasn't exactly correct, there were, no doubt, some merits in that reasoning.

Bei Feng had trained with his bare fists most of the time, so he naturally understood the control of his strength extremely well.

Even though he didn't have the slightest bit of foundation in the art of the sword, he could rely on his excellent control of his strength to quickly improve in it!

A regular person would take a long time to learn even the most fundamental stabbing and slashing movements with a sword. Those were the basics of sword art. Every sword move—no matter how beautiful—would consist of stabs and slashes, with different combinations of the two.

The difference in power of the moves only consisted in the usage of blood Qi transmission.

Everyone's blood Qi energy was unique. Their methods of using the blood Qi were also different, which meant that the amount of strength they could exert with it was different as well.

The same martial technique could show a huge difference in power when trained by two different people.

Some people might be more familiar with the martial technique's method of transmitting energy, while some people might not be suitable for it. The power that they could exhibit with it would naturally be very different as well.

Bei Feng seemed to have got ahold of something, yet still without understanding something.

Training in martial techniques is just attempts to make the transmission of blood Qi energy more suitable to oneself. Just like the Form and Will Fist—from the time I started training in it, I've already carved out my own path with it. There are already some differences from the textbook Form and Will Fist recorded in the original method. Now, it's already more suited to me.

Lu Bu stood quietly behind Bei Feng, not saying a word. Bei Feng seemed to have sunk deep in thought, but every time a wave crashed on them, he would swing down his sword.