Chapter 200: Secret Sword Technique (1/2)

Chapter 200 : Secret Sword Technique

Sword techniques were divided into low, intermediate, high, secret, and heavenly levels.

The techniques of the latter levels were more complicated and became increasingly difficult to cultivate. Moreover, only having the willingness to learn was not enough.

Twenty-three years ago, Gu Qing displayed his amazing talents. By reaching peak God Base at the young age of sixteen, he was rewarded with a secret sword technique.

This one technique alone required twenty-three years of training. After increasing his mastery by using the move hundreds of thousands of times, he could finally be considered the strongest under grand accomplishment God Base. At the very least, he would be the one with the most powerful attack.

Even peak God Base cultivators with nine divine intents would not necessarily be able to stop this one sword move.

A sword technique that forced a genius to train for twenty-three years would naturally not be ordinary.

“The first sword from the Seventeen Tales Sword.” A young great character’s eyes shined as he carefully stared at Gu Qing’s technique in order to learn it. However, despite his extremely gifted aptitude and unparalleled cultivation, he immediately forgot what he just saw after one second.

Although it was only one move, it had 108 different variations to harmonize with the celestials in the sky. When he tried to recall the 16th variation, he would forget the first one. When he tried to recall the 17th, he would forget the second.

When he tried to recall the first and second, he would then forget the rest.

Although it was only one move, no one could remember all of its variations. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have take Gu Qing twenty-three years of training.

Any great character who was confident with their memory and wanted to forcefully memorize this great technique would find themselves lacking and become defeated.

“Poof!” A peak Immortal Foundation cultivator that wanted to memorize the move was harmed by the sword intent and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Princess Luofu, with her supreme talents, moved her slender fingers in the air with a glimmer in her eyes. However, in the end, she could only softly sigh; she could only remember 34 variations at best.

She was the imperial princess favored by all, someone who did not lack secret techniques. However, she simply wanted to test her talents.

If a secret sword technique was so easy to learn, then it would no longer be called a secret technique. Even Heaven’s Mandate cultivators would risk their life just for a single secret sword technique.

Lamentable sighs appeared one after another. Some people couldn’t remember ten variations while others couldn’t even see the sword shadow, let alone attempt to memorize the style.

“A secret sword technique cannot be learned so easily. Even Heaven’s Mandate cultivators would need several months or even several years before understanding this sword intent.”

“Although Gu Qing spent twenty-three years for this one move, it is quite good for his future tribulation. At the very least, his chance of success will increase by 30%.”

“Feng Feiyun actually recalled his Spirit Treasure against this powerful technique, could it be that he truly learned an amazing technique from somewhere?”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible. Feng Feiyun is barely thirteen years old. Without twenty years of harsh training, there is no way that he has a secret technique even if he started training in the womb.”

Gu Qing pointed his sword towards Feng Feiyun. Although the blade’s edge only shifted slightly, its body emitted 108 gentle noises. Of course, this strange noise could only be heard by those with great cultivations.

“Swish!” A sword as fast as lightning soared through the air!

Feng Feiyun’s eyes were fixated on the sword’s tip. In complete seriousness with unblinking eyes, he gathered all of the spirit energy around his body. He then suddenly reached out with his right hand. With his index and middle fingers extended, he gently waved them in the air.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”

108 soft sounds also appeared, but the explosions were even more muffled.

Some people noticed Feng Feiyun’s strange movements. Attendant Yu shuddered as he pointed towards Feng Feiyun and exclaimed: “How is he…!”

“Ba!”

Feng Feiyun also moved lightning quick and broke through the air. A glint on his fingers took on the shape of a sword, one that also had 108 variations.