Chapter 80 (2/2)

Rorsch's pupils shrank and he stepped forward again.

Suddenly, a figure reappeared in his mind, with a sword cleaved out, with an indomitable will, as if time had stopped in an instant.

”I can't stop such a knife!”

This thought suddenly appeared in roshu's consciousness. Instinctively, he would retreat. Just now, he stepped back three times because he could not face such a knife.

This time, however, rochew resisted the thought of retreating. Under the pressure of the unyielding sword, his face became paler and more breathless.

How strong!

Luo Xiu's heart was shocked. If someone really used such a sword, he would be killed instantly. No matter how fast his sword was and how exquisite his body method was, because the indomitable and indomitable sword sense had completely locked him in and could not be avoided.

Boom!

Because Luoxiu didn't retreat, the knife seemed to have hit him, which made him feel a sharp pain in his mind, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

After spitting blood, Luoxiu's face was more pale, but he still did not retreat. The scene of that knife constantly appeared in his mind, especially the indomitable will, which made him feel vaguely.

When his wrist trembled slightly, the shadow sword leaped into his hand. With his eyes closed, the air in front of him made a sound of Chi Chi Chi being torn, and the black and white sword light rushed out violently, which forced the sharp sword to dissipate.

Luo Xiu suddenly opened his eyes. The sword just now imitated the one with indomitable will. Although it was imitation, it was more powerful than the three move sword style recorded in the five level martial arts of extreme light sword.

Luo Xiu was a little excited. If he could understand the mysteries of sword sense, transcend the scope of sword technique and step into the level of kendo, his strength would not be improved to a higher level?

However, Luoxiu was also very clear that he was still far from understanding the meaning of the sword. To imitate that sword was only a form but not a meaning.

When he calmed down, his happy mood was like pouring cold water on him. It was undoubtedly a wrong way to imitate others. What he really wanted to do was not to imitate, but to understand his own kendo.

However, he is still far from reaching the level of kendo. The first thing he needs to do is not try to understand the mystery of the artistic conception of martial arts, but to upgrade his sword technique from Dacheng state to perfect state.

The realm of martial arts is like practicing. One step at a time. If one has the idea of directly understanding the meaning of sword and stepping into Kendo from Dacheng of sword technique, it will be a mistake. We must step by step and cultivate the sword technique to perfection first.

With this idea in mind, Luoxiu continued to walk towards the rock where the knife mark was, and the scene of the knife chopping out constantly appeared in his mind.

The closer he was to the scar, the more terrifying the indomitable intention of that knife was, as if his soul would be torn apart.

Immersed in this state of perception, Luo Xiu's shadow sword is also waving and chopping from time to time. Under the pressure of this sense of sword, his sword skill is gradually improved.

At last, rochew went to the rock and touched the knife mark on it.

Vaguely, that unyielding will in the mind more and more clear, like a bloody figure in the rainstorm head up to the sky roar, not yield to the fate of the left and right.

”Wu Yi, is it the integration of mood and martial arts?” Luo Xiu seems to have some understanding.

He was only 14 years old, and he didn't have that kind of state of mind. His sword technique also didn't reach the level of perfection. He couldn't integrate his mood into the sword technique and transform it into sword spirit.

Luo Xiu's greatest achievement was that he had some understanding of the artistic conception of martial arts and felt it personally.

The state of mind needs experience, but Luoxiu is too young to have enough understanding.

At this time, Luoxiu's eyes were awe inspiring, and he felt a terrible breath sweeping away from him.

He raised his eyes and saw a figure in purple flying in the sky. The sharp sword meaning around guanlei temple had no influence on him.

This is a man in purple. He was his divine sense just now. Let's have a look at Luoxiu.

”A boy with a congenital realm dares to come to guanlei temple to feel the meaning of the sword. He has great courage.”

The man in purple just glanced at Luo Xiu lightly. He turned his hands and went to guanlei temple on the top of the mountain.

Looking at the back of the man in purple leaving, Luoxiu was a little relieved. He was able to fly in the sky near guanlei temple. At least, he was a powerful existence at the level of King Wu.If guanlei temple is divided into three areas, then Luoxiu is only located in the periphery, then the central area, and finally guanlei temple.

The deeper you go, the stronger the sword will be. There is also great danger in it. If you can't resist the oppression of the sword's will, your soul will collapse and your soul will be broken.

The man in purple should have come to realize the meaning of the sword and go straight to guanlei temple at the top of the mountain. His martial arts realm must have reached a very high level.

Luo Xiu was not the first martial artist to come to Guan Lei temple to realize the meaning of the sword. So he was just looked at by the man in purple and stopped paying attention to it.

As he continued to walk forward, the sword spirit was more and more fierce, and the Dao Qi appeared in the air, like dense raindrops, enveloping Luoxiu.

Each Dao Qi can be fatal. Luoxiu was so absorbed that his shadow sword flashed out quickly, breaking all the Dao Qi.

Lu Lu continued to have some people come to guanlei temple. There are congenital martial arts masters, also have God refining Wuzong, and even the king of martial arts.

”Ah

Suddenly, a scream came from the foot of the mountain. A strong man in the realm of Shenshen Wuzong suddenly burst into a blood mist. The headless corpse fell on his back and died.