"Swords are different from other weapons. The sword has two edges, which can be stabbed, cut, and chopped... Every swordsman has his own habit of using swords. For example, some warriors are good at using big swords on the battlefield. Big swords are more focused on strength, so there are not so many requirements for skills. However, some warriors are good at using long swords, and their strength may be a little weaker, but their skills are more complicated..."

"I know these things you must have learned before, and you have a good foundation... But I tell you that these are just the most basic theories, and they are still too far away from more advanced swordsmanship!"

"It does not mean that those who use a big sword must have skills that are not as good as those of a long sword, and the long sword must have less power than those of a big sword. Most martial arts in the world are like this. No matter what weapon, sword, sword, or anything else you use, after reaching a certain level, you no longer stick to the changes, skills or power of the weapon itself..."

"What I said is...from the outside to the inside!"

"For example, yesterday, I cut your sword into seven or eight pieces with just two swords...why is that for?"

Mr. Qiu looked at Roddy with a smile.

Roddy thought about it and his face turned red, but Mr. Qiu couldn't see it through the mask. He tentatively said: "I heard that the master's sword-drawing speed will be very fast. Could it be that you shot seven or eight swords in a row in an instant, and the speed was too fast, and I didn't see it?"

"Haha..." Mr. Qiu smiled softly and said warmly: "No! The kind you are talking about is just a legend. No matter how fast a warrior takes action, even the most famous warriors in the empire who are famous for their "fast" cannot draw a sword a few times in an instant, and others cannot even see it. The speed of drawing swords that cannot be seen with the naked eye is unlikely. After all, we are humans, not gods!"

"When it comes to fast, a swordsman's fastest speed is at most just a sword strike, so fast that the other party can't react. When it comes to the sword seven or eight times in an instant, the other party can't see it even if they are only at a glance. That's already a myth rather than a fact."

"I just said, from the outside to the inside!"

"Ne?" Roddy frowned.

"Yes! What I mean by inner strength is internal strength! Or a kind of soft force, yin force, dark force!"

"For example... you have seen a river, and the river flows down, and the road is smooth - we compare the power of our swords to rivers... You, like this, and ordinary swordsmen... But have you ever thought about it? There are vortexes in the river! The flow of the vortex is not always forward, but spiral! Then this power is different!"

Roddy seemed to have some realization and couldn't help but nod.

Mr. Qiu squatted down, suddenly stretched out his hand, inserted his five fingers into the soil on the ground, then grabbed a handful of soil, and pinched it into a ball in his hand.

"You continue!" After saying that, Mr. Qiu threw the mud ball in his hand towards Roddy like his hand.

Roddy caught the mud ball like a conditioned reflex, and then couldn't help but squeeze it in his hand twice.

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, and couldn't help saying, "I seem to understand a little. If you want to make an analogy, then we ordinary swordsmen will take action, just like the mud ball you just threw over, and the direction of force is obvious! There are traces to be found, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks, pricks are pricks! But after reaching a higher level, the situation will be different, such as this..."

Roddy raised his hand and threw the mud in his hand out, but this time his fingers were slightly different. When he threw the mud out, it did not throw it out in a straight line, but seemed to be spinning.

A smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Qiu's mouth and said softly: "Not bad, you understand it very quickly."

Roddy was in a good mood and said loudly: "Then I understand. Yesterday, you could cut my long sword into seven or eight pieces with two swords. It was not because you made a quick sword - in fact, you only made two swords, but your power was more clever, so I used dark force to break my sword into seven or eight pieces!"

Roddy pondered for a while: "Or it is no longer a swordsmanship, but a skill of power - this skill is OK, even if it is not used in swordsmanship or other weapons, right?"

At the end of the day, Roddy's tone became more and more excited and his voice became more and more cheerful.

Mr. Qiu nodded, but said seriously: "These are not very profound things. Generally speaking, when you practice sword skills to a certain level, you can still understand these things. Even if you truly understand these things one day, you are just an ordinary swordsman. Even if you are more skilled than other swordsmen, you are not considered a real master..."

Roddy immediately asked, "Then...what is a real master?"

Mr. Qiu did not answer directly, but asked, "Which type of warrior, warlock, do you think is more powerful?"

Roddy thought for a while and sighed, "Of course it's a warlock!"

"Why?"

Roddy curled his lips - Mr. Qiu couldn't see his action. But his voice was very frustrated: "Isn't this obvious? A high-level swordsman, with one sword, can kill at most a few enemies. But a high-level warlock, with one magic, can sweep across the board, and the powerful can even cause landslides and lightning to lightning..."

"Haha." Mr. Qiu smiled: "Since you think the swordsman is completely defeated when he meets a warlock, why are there still warlocks in this world? Let's just go to be warlocks!"

Roddy was stunned for a moment—the question was something he had never thought about.

"You're ready!" Mr. Qiu put away his smiling face.

The long sword in his hand suddenly pointed to the sky, with a solemn expression. At this moment, the whole world in Roddy's eyes seemed to have changed!

Mr. Qiu is still the same Mr. Qiu, but in Roddy's eyes, it is no longer the case!

If Mr. Qiu had no momentum before, it was like a sharp sword hidden in a scabbard - then at this moment, the sword had been unsheathed!

Mr. Qiu's body showed a biting solemn and murderous feeling!

A strange scene appeared in Roddy's eyes - it seemed that with Mr. Qiu as the center, everything around was rotating around Mr. Qiu! Although the yard was still the same yard and the trees were still the same, in Roddy's eyes, the entire space seemed to be twisted! Everything seemed to be attracted by Mr. Qiu! It seemed that there was a big hand invisibly pulling everything around towards Mr. Qiu!

Although this was just a moment of fantasy, Roddy did not dare to be careless at all. He held his breath and stared at Mr. Qiu tightly for fear of missing a glance!

"Kill!" Mr. Qiu shouted lightly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly raised, and a sword light slashed out like a physical body!

With a bang, the sword light actually split into a huge light blade and slashed out into the sky!

Roddy widened his eyes and looked at the dazzling light blade - even during the day, the light was so obvious and clearly visible!

Roddy was sure that if he was hit by that light blade, let alone the sword in his hand, he might have ended up being crushed to pieces!

Roddy grew up and murmured, "This...is...what? Is this also sword technique?"

Mr. Qiu smiled gently, pulled a sword flower in his hand, and gently retracted it into the scabbard.

Roddy was still sighing: "Where is this still sword technique? This is already a magic... no, or magic... but this is not a sword technique at all."

"You were wrong!" Mr. Qiu gently patted Roddy on the shoulder and said seriously: "This is indeed a sword technique! And it is a profound sword technique! Whether you practice swords or swords, martial arts are at a high level, this is the ultimate power!"

"The ultimate power?" Roddy didn't understand.

Mr. Qiu said: "You just said that a magician or warlock can cause lightning to collapse, but those forces are no longer normal! No matter how powerful a person's body itself is, it cannot reach that level! Therefore, whether it is magic or magic, it uses a supernatural power!"

"Supernatural power?"

"Not bad! Our world is actually a world composed of energy! The rise and fall of stars, the sun is born and sunset, the rise and fall of the tide, the change of the four seasons... All the ways of nature are energy and power! Whether it is magic or magic, what we have studied is not enough, just how to use this power."

"What about martial arts?"

"This is the difference between martial arts and magical techniques!" Mr. Qiu's tone showed a sense of pride: "Marriage is not about studying how to use other powers! Martial arts is about cultivating oneself, making oneself stronger! We samurai practice the real power of ourselves!"

"Own power?"

"Not bad!" Mr. Qiu said lightly: "A warlock can also achieve the energy of the sword I just slashed out, but it is not his own power, but his use of magic to use some kind of energy in nature - but I am different! The sword just now is completely the power in my own body!"

Roddy widened her eyes and looked at Mr. Qiu carefully.

His own power - Oh my God, the shocking sword just now, the power of that sword! The sword containing super destructive power! Is it completely the power in his own body?

Mr. Qiu smiled softly: "You don't have to be so surprised. The reason I told you this is to let you understand that samurai is not inferior to warlocks! If a warrior practices to the depths, then his strength can completely surpass that of warlocks!"

"But... this is too amazing!" Roddy sighed.

Mr. Qiu shook his head: "This is nothing. You know, the ancient holy sword warriors can split the mountain peak with one sword and pierce the city wall with one sword! That is the ultimate power of real martial arts! Compared with them, our current strength is nothing."

"Splitting the mountain peaks and piercing the city wall..." Roddy's eyes flashed, his eyes were full of excitement, and he muttered to himself.

Mr. Qiu looked at the obsessed young man in front of him, smiled slightly, and then said, "Okay, now I'll ask you a question! What does a warrior's power come from?"

"Huh?" Roddy was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Of course it comes from a strong body!" But as soon as he said this, Roddy immediately sighed: "But it's not right... Many of my swordsmanship teachers in the academy are much stronger than you, but they are definitely not as powerful as you, and they will definitely not be able to cut the sword like you just now."

"Yes, strength does not come from muscles simply."

"Where does that power come from?" Roddy said in confusion.

Although Mr. Qiu did not really teach him any moves or swordsmanship, these words undoubtedly meant giving Roddy a path to advanced martial arts, opening the door to another hall for Roddy! Roddy was fascinated and intoxicated!

Mr. Qiu pondered for a moment and said, "Is this question not something that can be explained clearly in just a few words... Well... I am so destined to do so. Although I cannot accept you as my disciple because of a vow from that year, I can give you a little gift."

After saying that, Mr. Qiu stretched out a finger and pointed it as a trick. The finger was fast enough to hit Roddy's forehead and eyebrows.

This finger seemed to contain some strange power, and that power seemed to pass through the silver mask on Roddy's face! Roddy only felt a pain in his eyebrows, then snorted and fell softly.
Chapter completed!