Chapter 11 Sword base three styles, refining sword ten thousand times
Chapter 11 Three Basic Sword Styles, Refining the Sword Thousands of Times
The sword technique of Sword Base Three Styles does not have a grade in the memory of the Blood Sea Demon Emperor. It is only judged to be approximately a Xuan grade based on experience.
Moreover, when the Blood Sea Demon Emperor obtained this sword technique, he was already the Supreme Demon, so it was naturally impossible for him to practice Xuan-level combat skills. He just thought that the sword technique was quite wonderful and he memorized it.
Sword Base Three Styles, as its name suggests, there are only three styles.
The names of the moves are also very simple, they are the word-out style, the word-stop style, and the word-collection style!
"Just refine the three basic sword styles."
Xie Feng thought about it and made a decision.
The Blood Sea Demon Emperor exists, and even he thinks that his combat skills are "quite wonderful" and must be good.
In the Zhou family's house, he found an iron sword. Xie Feng came to the yard and stood in a bow stance. The iron sword was collected at his waist, and the Huangquan Qi was circulating.
"Chinese style!"
Xie Feng's figure was like a bow, he was ejected and his iron sword was swung out.
call out!
When Xie Feng drew his sword, the iron sword in his hand was not held firmly and flew away. The blade of the sword was inserted into the ground and only the hilt was exposed.
"what happened?"
Xie Feng looked stunned, looking at the palm of his right hand, there were several blood stains on it.
This was left by the iron sword flying out and rubbing in his palm when he drew the sword.
Xie Feng's physical strength is so powerful that it far exceeds the power of his own level of Qi, and he can't even catch the iron sword in his hand.
And at the moment when he drew his sword, Xie Feng felt that all the muscles and bones in his body were being stretched and stretched to unprecedented limits.
One sword!
After just one blow of the sword, all the muscles and bones in his body ached with dull pain, exceeding the physical load.
"This swordsmanship seems to be not only a swordsmanship, but also has a magical effect on the body. Moreover, the power of the swordsmanship has exceeded the scope of my own cultivation and strength, so it will cause physical damage."
Xie Feng judged based on the experience and memory of the Blood Sea Demon Emperor.
"I'm afraid that the power of the three sword-based styles is a bit more mysterious than what the Blood Sea Demon Emperor has noticed!"
Xie Feng was delighted, thought about it, immediately pulled out the iron sword from the ground, and continued to practice the calligraphy style.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Although Xie Feng was prepared for the next step, the iron sword would still be thrown away every time he practiced the calligraphy style.
Every time he draws the sword, new scars will be added to his palm, and the whole palm will be dripping with blood.
His muscles and bones were constantly stretching, pushing past their limits, and the pain would increase with each strike of the sword.
But Xie Feng kept drawing out his sword, drawing out his sword!
When the pain in his body reached its limit, he sat down cross-legged and started to use the Huangquan True Demon Swallowing Scripture.
This sutra also has a healing effect. Although it is not as miraculous as the Huangquan Sword Soul, it can also relieve pain.
After each exercise, Xie Feng could feel his strength increasing, and the sword in his hand gradually became more stable.
One hundred swords!
Five hundred swords!
Five thousand swords!
…
Seven days have passed!
On this day, Xie Feng was still refining his sword in the courtyard. His right hand was soaked in thick gauze with blood, but he was still concentrating on it.
"The 19137th Sword!"
bass!
Xie Feng drew his sword. This time it was not the sound of the iron sword breaking through the air, but a sharp golden roar!
The iron sword in his hand was broken into two pieces.
But the hilt of the sword is still in his hand.
"It's done! This sword broke because it couldn't withstand the power of the Chuzi style sword!"
Xie Feng's face was filled with joy, he swung out the sword with his broken hand and made the calligraphy gesture!
This sword was as fast as a startling rainbow.
He finally mastered the Chuzi style!
But with a crash, the blade broke again, leaving only the shiny handle in his hand.
"It seems that even though I have mastered the Chu Zi style, it is all in vain if I don't have a good sword. How can I kill people if the sword breaks as soon as I draw it?"
Xie Feng shook his head and thought to himself.
"A Feng, take a rest. Sister has cooked a medicinal soup for you. Drink it and your injury will heal quickly."
A woman, wearing a light blue dress, walked into the courtyard with a porcelain bowl in her hand, her face full of distress.
The woman is thin, with hair like floating clouds, eyebrows like distant mountains, bright eyes and white teeth. She is none other than the second sister Xie Yan.
After taking the elixir prepared by Xie Feng, Xie Yan's body gradually recovered, and her peerless beauty was undoubtedly revealed.
"Thank you, sister."
Xie Feng grinned, took the medicinal soup and drank it in one gulp.
Although he now has mastered the medical elixirs of the Blood Sea Demon Emperor and has the True Demon of Underworld Devouring the Heaven Scripture, the wound on his hand is nothing.
But nothing can compare to the second sister's care.
"Sister, I'm going out to buy some food and a sword. You hide it first and wait for me to come back."
Xie Feng said.
"Then you have to be careful. It's a pity that sister can't practice, otherwise she wouldn't be such a drag on you."
Xie Yan sighed and said.
"If a beauty like my sister can be considered a drag, I would rather be dragged away for the rest of my life! Besides, my sister is not saying that you must not be able to practice. I will definitely find a way to open up your meridians in the future so that you can become a warrior!"
Xie Feng said with a smile.
"You just know how to make me happy!"
Xie Yan's face turned red and she pinched Xie Feng's arm.
Xie Feng pretended to be in pain, kept running away, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm leaving. Sister, please hide quickly."
After saying that, Xie Feng waved his hand, climbed up the wall, and left.
"A Feng said I can also practice? Can I practice?"
Xie Yan murmured to herself, looking forward to it.
Xie Feng left Lingcaotang and rushed towards Wu City.
As the name suggests, Wu City is a market that specifically supplies training resources for warriors. Only powerful forces can do business in Wu City.
Although the Xie family used to be the largest clan in Tianlin City, with strength second only to the City Lord's Mansion, they were unable to interfere in Wu City.
It is said that many shops in Wu City are opened by large merchant alliances that span dynasties and empires. They are so powerful that even the city lord's palace does not dare to offend them.
Moreover, some business alliances are even secretly controlled by some ancient forces.
Even the dynasty, empire, and even Luotianmen must be wary.
Zhenbao Pavilion.
"Shopkeeper, I need a good sword!"
Xie Feng entered an ancient stone building and found a shopkeeper.
It is said that Zhenbao Pavilion has been in Tianlin City longer than the Xie family. It has been in business for hundreds of years and remains standing.
"Martial body realm?"
The shopkeeper took a look at Xie Feng and did not hesitate. He immediately smiled and asked: "There are good swords, but I don't know which grade of good sword the master wants? Is the upper-grade mortal grade better?"
He did not sense the Qi cultivation on Xie Feng's body, but he saw the storage ring on Xie Feng's hand.
Zhenbao Pavilion is a business, and it only looks at whether the customers have money, not their cultivation.
Between heaven and earth, no matter the utensils or objects, they are divided into ordinary level, true level, Dharma level and treasure level.
Each level is divided into four levels: super, upper, middle and lower.
Weapons of high-grade mortal level are already the limit for the martial body realm.
Weapons at higher levels require Qi to exert their power.
Moreover, the higher the grade, the greater the weight. Without corresponding cultivation, it cannot exert its power.
"I need a true-level weapon, preferably a medium one."
Xie Feng calculated the money in his hand, and he could barely afford to buy a medium-level true-level weapon.
Soon, several swords were displayed in front of Xie Feng.
"Master, please look at this cup of ice scale sword. It contains ice-cold energy and is infinitely powerful. It only costs 90,000 taels of silver."
"Zhanchen Sword...one hundred and eleven thousand taels."
"Purple Light Sword... one hundred and fifty thousand taels."
Listening to the shopkeeper's introduction, Xie Feng secretly frowned.
He thought that with the more than 60,000 taels of silver he would get from Zhou Tong's bedroom, he could buy a true-level medium-level sword.
But I didn't expect that the cheapest one in Zhenbao Pavilion costs 90,000 taels.
"Shopkeeper, let me take another look at the lower-level sword."
After thinking about it, Xie Feng said.
"Okay, sir, wait a moment."
The shopkeeper nodded, ordered the clerk to put away the sword, and took out the lower-level sword from the warehouse.
"Young Master, our True Treasure Pavilion now has a total of seventeen low-grade true-level swords. There are sixteen here, and there is one that is a bit special. If you want to see it, you need to go to the warehouse."
After a while, the swords were all brought over, and the shopkeeper said after the introduction.
Xie Feng could afford a low-grade true-level sword, but the quality and power were much worse than the mid-level true-level swords.
"Shopkeeper, I want to see the last one."
Xie Feng thought about it and said.
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