Breaking through the sky

Leng Wushuang shook his head and said calmly: "Dongchu's martial arts sword is off-center, and you are still a little behind."

Li Muchan said: "What should we do? If these people are not eliminated, there will never be peace in Canghai Mountain!"

Leng Wushuang remained silent, turned around and held on to the railing to look at the lake in the distance. The clear lake light shone on her face, illuminating her tranquil eyes.

After a while, she turned around and looked over: "When Nangong Sidao left, he left his sword manual behind. Do you want to see it?"

Li Muchan was surprised: "Sword manual?"

Leng Wushuang said: "Nangong Sidao's sky-piercing sword technique is indeed unique and wonderful."

Li Muchan hesitated: "Why did Nangong Sidao leave the sword manual?"

Leng Wushuang said calmly: "He thought I had read the sword manual and could find a way to defeat him."

Li Muchan took a deep breath and smiled: "What a Nangong Si Dao, this courage is amazing, rare in the world!"

Leng Wushuang nodded slightly, his eyes blank, as if looking into an infinite distance.

Li Muchan felt uncomfortable seeing her like this. Such a person was so arrogant. He actually showed his sword manual to others. He was confident and crazy at the same time.

Obviously, Nangong Sidao has transcended the burden of false fame. He is not afraid of being ranked first in the world and only seeks a defeat and a breakthrough in martial arts.

Compared with such a person, I am indeed far behind. I have too many distracting thoughts and too many constraints. I cannot concentrate on martial arts and pay too much attention to worldly affairs.

Not to mention Nangong Sidao, he is far inferior to Huzhu. As the leader of a sect, Huzhu can still be detached and independent and devote himself to martial arts. His position is not high, but he works hard all day long and delays his martial arts.

Cultivation has really gone astray.

But there are some things that you can’t just let go of if you want to, just like the mountains and seas. How could I stand by and watch this matter happen, not solve it, and not be able to calm down and practice.

That was because his path had gone astray. He kept reflecting and thinking of solutions.

Leng Wushuang was also deep in thought. The two of them did not speak. There was silence in the Luoxing Pavilion, except for the sound of the lake water hitting the stone pillars of the pavilion.

After a while, Leng Wushuang turned around and looked over: "Li Zhu, do you want to take a look?"

Li Muchan smiled: "Of course I want to read Nangong Sidao's sword manual. What did the Lake Master see?"

Leng Wushuang said: "The Sky-Breaking Sword Technique is indeed extremely profound. I can't understand it all in a moment. Your understanding is amazing. Let's study it together."

Li Muchan shook his head and said, "Nangong Sidao became famous for this swordsmanship?"

"Yeah." Leng Wushuang nodded.

"How old is Nangong Sidao?" Li Muchan asked.

Leng Wushuang said: "It's just fifty."

Li Muchan said: "He has been immersed in this set of swordsmanship for at least thirty years. No matter how well we practice, we can't beat him."

Leng Wushuang smiled lightly: "Learn from each other's strengths."

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"Well, I will study this sword technique carefully to see if I can surpass him. Unfortunately, I couldn't see Nangong Sidao perform it in person. Alas..." Li Muchan shook his head and sighed, with a look of regret on his face.

Leng Wushuang said: "Nangong Sidao has deep internal strength. He only handed over his sword skills and played a little trick. His sword skills focus on power rather than intention. The key is the cultivation of momentum, the tyranny of spirit,... the depth of internal strength.

It’s not the most important thing.”

Li Muchan nodded. Even so, being able to show his swordsmanship to others shows that he has great courage. Such courage is far beyond the reach of ordinary people. ... Well, it may also have something to do with the swordsmanship he practiced.

He had never seen the Sky-Breaking Sword Technique. After hearing what Leng Wushuang said just now, this sword technique focused on momentum. With a thought, he vaguely understood Nangong Sidao's intention.

He uses his opponent as a training ground to stimulate his own momentum, thereby practicing swordsmanship. Such swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary, beyond the scope of martial arts, and is close to the practice of Buddhism and Taoism.

Leng Wushuang said: "I haven't figured out the mystery of this yet. Come and take a look."

She took out a thin booklet from her arms. Li Muchan could tell at a glance that it had more than twenty pages. After taking it, he didn't rush to look through it, but looked at the cover first.

The words "Breaking Sky Sword Technique" were like a giant dragon soaring into the sky. He was suddenly in a trance, as if he was looking up at the sky and the giant dragon was dancing, making him small and humble.

The green shirt on his body made a rustling sound, slowly rising and falling, automatically without wind, like rolling waves. It took a long time before it slowly flattened out, and he sighed: "Good word!"

These four characters are no longer beautifully written, upright and beautiful, but have the momentum like a white rainbow piercing the sun, with the potential to shake the sky and fly away from the sky.

He has the eye of the void, and he often stands in the void and looks down at all living beings. He understands this kind of momentum very well. Most people cannot achieve this kind of momentum in their lifetime.

Leng Wushuang said: "You have a strong spirit and can see the wonderful things. I have shown it to several disciples, but they didn't feel anything at all. They are not destined people, and practicing is useless."

Li Muchan said: "What a man Nangong Sidao is. He is indeed the best in the world. Just by looking at these four words, you can see that his heart is magnificent, embracing the heaven and the earth, swallowing up the sun and the moon!"

Leng Wushuang said: "Well, keep looking down."

Li Muchan nodded, slowly turned over the cover and looked down. The smile on his face quickly faded away, becoming calm and solemn, as sacred and solemn as the Buddha.

He put the book on the stone table, closed his eyes slightly, held the sword formula with his left hand, and slowly drew the sword with his right hand. His movements were as slow as bearing a huge weight. Every inch he drew out the sword, his green shirt bulged up, like a ball inflated.

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Leng Wushuang narrowed her bright eyes slightly, her white clothes fluttered for a moment and then fell flat, suppressing the excitement in her heart.

She took a deep breath and could feel that the air around her became heavy and sluggish, as if it was much thicker. It was difficult to breathe. She moved her internal energy internally, and the internal air circulated endlessly, eliminating the discomfort.

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Li Muchan completely pulled out the sword from its sheath, and his green shirt suddenly returned to calmness after dancing around. The surrounding air became thicker and thicker, as if it were a swamp.

Leng Wushuang looked solemnly and stared at Li Muchan.

In the past few days, she has been studying this set of sky-piercing sword techniques while exercising her martial arts to heal her injuries. She can vaguely get a glimpse of its magic, but it has no effect when used. It is completely different from Nangong Si Dao and has no connection with this set of sword techniques.

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Before she was injured, she copied a few points of the sword manual and asked several disciples to study, figure out, and practice on their own. Now it seems that they are unable to find the way, unable to practice, and have no chance of this set of sword skills. The same is true for herself.

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Li Muchan has high understanding and strong spirit, which are similar to her characteristics. She has no luck in practicing this swordsmanship. She thinks about it, and it is difficult for Li Muchan to make any progress.

But he never thought that Li Muchan found the way out after only looking at one sword technique. Although his aura was not as powerful as Nangong Sidao's, it still vaguely resembled his shadow. It was obvious that he had gained the essence of this sword technique.

Li Muchan slowly opened his eyes and returned his sword to its sheath. The air around him suddenly relaxed, regaining its freshness and agility, and breathing was no longer difficult.

"Good swordsmanship!" Li Muchan exclaimed.

Leng Wushuang smiled faintly, with a calm expression, and said, "Just keep reading."

Looking at her expression, Li Muchan thought that other people were practicing like this, so he continued to look down and turned to the second page, frowning and thinking, his fingers trembling slightly.

Leng Wushuang was looking forward to it, wondering how far Li Muchan could reach.

Nangong Sidao once said at the beginning that not everyone is suitable for practicing this set of swordsmanship. It requires fate. Those who can practice it will feel it as soon as they practice it. Those who don't feel it at the beginning should simply not practice it. It will be in vain.

He has three sons, all of whom are mediocre, but none of them can practice the Sky-Breaking Sword.

Li Muchan slowly closed his eyes, pressed the hilt of the sword again, "Zheng..." With a soft groan, the lightless sword was unsheathed, slowly drawing an arc, and pointing forward, the green shirt made a sound like a strong wind.

Come.

Leng Wushuang took a step back. There was a muffled "bang" sound on the lake surface, and a cloud of water exploded. The water splashed three to four meters into the air.

Li Muchan smiled, returned the sword to its sheath, turned to the third page again, and then used it again. Every time he turned to the page, he used a move. When he reached the eighth move, Leng Wushuang suddenly spoke and interrupted him: "Li

Bamboo stop!"

Li Muchan seemed to wake up from a dream. He raised his head and looked around. It was a mess, as if a strong wind was sweeping through it. The teapots and cups on the table had all turned into powder, leaving only a small pile of white powder, which was slowly decreasing with the wind.

There are several deep grooves crisscrossing the stone table, as if it had been scratched with a sharp blade, and there are also several scratches on the surrounding pillars. This situation seems to have gone through a fierce battle between many people.

Li Muchan looked at Leng Wushuang apologetically: "Lake Master..."

"Okay, let's go to the mountain, let's go!" Leng Wushuang waved his hand, turned around and floated out of the pavilion, landed on the lake, walked slowly on flat ground, and reached the trestle along the lake.

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Li Muchan hurriedly put the sword manual into his arms, followed closely behind, stepping on the lake like a carpet, following each step, and reached the top of the mountain with Leng Wushuang.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of everything around you. The lake is flat and clear, like a blue mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

There is a layer of white air floating on the lake, like a layer of white gauze covering the mirror, making it even more hazy.

The water in Star Lake is warm, the bottom of the lake is like a warm blue stone, the entire Star Lake is like a hot spring, and the temperature on the island is always warm and comfortable, just like spring.

The mountain peaks are undulating, the vegetation is lush, and everything you see is full of vitality, which makes your heart feel relaxed.

The wind was a bit strong, and the clothes of the two of them were fluttering.

Leng Wushuang said: "Standing here to practice, it is easier to feel the magic of the Sky-Breaking Sword."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It seems that the Lake Master has already mastered it."

Leng Wushuang smiled faintly and said: "You can continue to practice and see how far you can practice."

Li Muchan nodded and said no more, took out the sword manual from his pocket and continued to read.

This Sky-Breaking Sword Book has a great appeal to him. Every time he uses it, he feels invigorated. Not only does he not feel tired after using it, but he feels comfortable and refreshed. It's like screaming to the sky a few times. His heart is relaxed and his whole body is light.

He flipped through the sword manual in one breath, read the thirty-six moves, and practiced them one by one. His aura was as strong as a mountain, as if he was integrated with the surrounding world.

Leng Wushuang had a strong spirit and keen senses. He felt the changes in Li Muchan even more deeply. He secretly sighed that the sword technique of Breaking the Sky was really mysterious.
To be continued...