Feng Jueyu swung a few swords at will with whimsical thoughts, which made Qinghai stunned. It seemed that the swords just now were very powerful, but they said that they had not even reached the psychic stage. Qinghai couldn't help but be shocked.
But this is really nothing to be shocked about. After all, Feng Jueyu’s cultivation level is there. Even if he swings the sword casually, his sword intention cannot reach the psychic stage, but his cultivation level is actually at the late stage of Qiankun, so the sword intention is obvious.
Even if it is not enough, he can still reach the stage of Tongxuan. However, Feng Jueyu said that he has not even reached the stage of Tongxuan. That is because he listened to the sword intention and did not take his own cultivation into account.
Qinghai found it a bit difficult to understand, scratched his head and said: "The more Brother Feng talks about it, the more confused I become."
Feng Jueyu smiled faintly and said: "You don't need to be confused, and you don't need to calculate your own artistic conception. Take Ling Buer as an example. We don't care about his cultivation level or his sword intention. The Great Jingzhe Sword he uses has magical powers.
It is due to his mental skills, his own cultivation, and his sword intention. Together, he has probably entered the state of mind, but he has only entered it and has not achieved it. And you, Brother Feng, and I, just casually
Swinging a few swords, if calculated together, can barely be regarded as Tongxuan, and there is indeed a gap between him and Ling Buer."
"What about the three evil sword techniques from before?" Qinghai asked in confusion.
"Haha, those three moves are almost the same as Ling Buer's, they can barely be considered as psychic." Feng Jueyu said with a proud smile.
"Then Ling Buer is really a top genius." Qinghai was filled with envy, but he still pondered the words Feng Jueyu said before in a mature manner, which seemed to be of great benefit to his practice.
"Well, no matter what, it is not unreasonable for the Haoyuan Ling family to rise strongly after the Dragon Emperor. Just looking at Ling Buer, you can tell that the Haoyuan Ling family is full of talents." Feng Jueyu commented pertinently.
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"Haha, based on Brother Feng's knowledge, who is stronger between you and Ling Buer?"
"It's hard to say." Feng Jueyu calculated it carefully and said: "Perhaps I may be a little behind him in the cultivation of swordsmanship and sword intention, but who knows, I have to compare.
Only then will it be clear.”
"Haha, Brother Feng's formation skills are not even looked down upon by masters like Xu Teng. This mere Ling Buer probably won't be as skilled as Brother Feng." Qinghai smiled and agreed without hesitation.
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"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. After this breakthrough, a lot of strange and wonderful ideas came to my mind. I have to take advantage of this moment to realize it. Maybe I can also figure out some key issues during cultivation, including my wallet.
It’s been hung up, but I don’t know if the owner of the purse will show up.”
After Feng Jueyu finished speaking, they both turned to the small purse hanging on the eaves at the corner of the room, and then went to the east and west corners of the pavilion to meditate and adjust their breaths.
For three days in a row, Feng Jueyu was trying hard to figure out all kinds of strange ideas that came out of his heart after the breakthrough, from martial arts, spiritual mystical techniques, to magical techniques, "nameless" formations, things that he couldn't understand before.
, many of them were perfectly interpreted, which made Feng Jueyu extremely happy.
Especially in swordsmanship, it can be said that he has made rapid progress.
Ling Buer's sword made Feng Jueyu suddenly enlightened. Inexplicably, he recalled all the experiences from the beginning of martial arts to the present day in his heart. Based on what he had learned and integrated experience, he drew inferences
After that, it seemed as if a door to heaven and earth had opened for him, leading to the great road.
The next moment, Feng Jueyu became enlightened and spent three days practicing his sword. The Evil Sword was no longer limited to a radius. In just three days, Feng Jueyu stood under the pavilion across the seacoast.
One hundred thousand swords, each sword is magnificent and majestic.
Three days later, Feng Jueyu finally cultivated Xie Yijian's sword power and sword intention to the level of psychic. He took a deep breath and sat down again. Feng Jueyu's face was filled with an inexplicable flush of excitement, and seven thoughts were combined in his mind.
Based on the statistics of the sword moves made after infinite combination of the fourteen origins, Xie Yijian suddenly realized nearly one hundred thousand sword moves, each of which was extremely unique and powerful.
However, Feng Jueyu did not feel invincible because of this, because he knew that the Hundred Thousand Sword was just the original form of the Xie Yijian.
Swordsmanship in the world is the same as magical power. They are both simple and powerful, but if they are complicated, they will be chaotic. However, these one hundred thousand sword moves are a new beginning for the transcendent understanding of swordsmanship after many years of practice.
"With the fourteen origins of the seven series, I have realized the One Hundred Thousand Swords. If I can reduce the One Hundred Thousand Swords to one-tenth within a year, my cultivation will definitely reach a higher level."
Anyone else would be shocked to death if he suddenly realized the Hundred Thousand Sword. However, Feng Jueyu knew that the evil sword he wanted to realize was not more powerful because of the more moves. On the contrary, the simpler and more concise the moves, the more powerful it was.
It will increase day by day.
"Within one year, you can practice one hundred thousand swords to ten thousand swords, and the swords can channel spirits."
"Within ten years, ten thousand swords will become a thousand swords, and swords will become mystical again."
"Within a hundred years, if you practice one thousand swords to one hundred swords, you will definitely surpass the Xuan Tong Shen."
Thoughts flashed across his mind, Feng Jueyu suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, and suddenly felt nauseated and dizzy. He quickly put his thoughts back, interrupted Wu Jian in time, used his divine power to travel through the hundreds of meridians, and finally returned to Zi Mansion.
In just a few breaths, a great cycle has been completed.
Feeling that the adverse reaction of the headache disappeared, Feng Jueyu let out a long breath: "It seems that he is tired. Enlightenment of the Hundred Thousand Swords is a good start after all. Let's think about the future things later.
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In fact, it's not that Feng Jueyu doesn't want to continue practicing. He must know that based on his current real situation, if he wants to improve his sword intention to a higher level in a short period of time, what he needs is not talent and understanding, but time, a lot of it.
He had time, but at the moment, what he lacked most was time.
Before his spiritual consciousness became too exhausted after practicing, Feng Jueyu stopped on his own initiative, opened his eyes, and felt bright sunlight coming into his eyes. It happened to be morning.
"Qinghai, how many days have I been meditating?"
Qinghai, who was sitting in the west corner of the Leishi Pavilion, stood up, quietly came behind Feng Jueyu, and replied: "It's early morning on the fourth day."
"It's been four days?" Feng Jueyu stood up, looked up at the purse hanging on the beam, and said deeply in thought: "It's been four days, and no one has come yet. Who is it that is so rare to see?
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"Qinghai? Has anyone come here in the past three days?"
"I once saw some casual cultivators passing by me. They only glanced at the pavilion a few times and then left. There was no malice and they didn't come over to say hello. I didn't wake up my brother. There were only a few women who were acting suspiciously, but when I chased them,
When I asked in the past, the other party didn't say anything and turned around and left."
"This is so strange. What is going on in this ghost place?"
As he spoke, he took out the purse belonging to the old woman of Xueyin Villa. After thinking for a long time, he decided to hang up this purse as well.
After hanging the purse, Feng Jueyu stopped practicing. Instead, he sat in the Tearing Stone Pavilion and guarded it for another three days. During these three days, except for a few monks passing by the river, there was still no suspicious person.
People came to chat with him, and Feng Jueyu couldn't help but feel anxious. But just when he decided to walk around, several young women flew in from the small island not far away.
These young women were all wearing a uniform moon-white robe, and they were very bright and attractive. After arriving on the island, they flew towards the tear stone pavilion.
The leading woman is not good-looking but very attractive. She has curved eyebrows, a cherry mouth, a slightly plump oval face, and a delicate face that pretends to be cold and looks a bit serious. After arriving on the reef island, she looked towards the tear stone from a distance.
Ting glanced twice, and then saw the woman flying slowly on the wind with her jade feet.
After a while, the woman brought four young girls to the Teary Stone Pavilion. Feng Jueyu, who had previously noticed that the woman was paying special attention to the Teary Stone Pavilion, stood outside the pavilion early, looking straight at the woman with a tall figure, hoping that this woman
You are looking for someone yourself.
When the two parties met, the woman did not speak directly. Instead, she removed her divine power and stood outside the Tears Stone Pavilion. She glanced at the two small purses hanging side by side on the beams of the Tears Stone Pavilion with her big watery eyes.
, then his eyes fell on Feng Jueyu, pointing to the purse on the beam and asking: "Who hung the purse above?"
Feng Jueyu's eyes suddenly shone when he heard the woman's interrogation-like questioning. He turned sideways and smiled slightly: "I'm here, I dare to ask the girl, but do you recognize these two purses?"
The woman remained calm as she walked past Feng Jueyu and entered the Leishi Pavilion. Four young girls surrounded the pavilion. After entering the Leishi Pavilion, the woman raised her right hand and pulled off two purses, weighing them in her hands.
He turned it over and looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said to Feng Jueyu in a coquettish voice: "Where did these two purses come from?"
"Given by a friend." Seeing the woman's direct question, Feng Jueyu knew that the person he was waiting for had finally arrived, and he quickly asked with a smile on his face: "Dare I ask, girl, who is the owner of this purse?"
"I'm not, this is my wife's thing." The woman replied coldly, and then said to Feng Jueyu: "I found you here seven days ago. You dare to invade the territory of Jingqing Palace. How brave are you?
Is it really a big deal? Since you brought a token, then come with me."
"Then thank you, girl." Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly followed the woman out of the Leishi Pavilion, and Yufa flew to the river on the wind.
The woman flew in front with four young girls, and Feng Jueyu and Qinghai followed closely behind. The river was surging, the waves were rising, and the weather was changing. Feng Jueyu didn't know the origins of these women, so he thought
He stepped forward to inquire about something, but the woman didn't seem to like talking. She kept being cold and had no dialogue. After flying for about a mile, Feng Jueyu couldn't help it anymore and asked: "May I ask the girl, what is your surname?"
"My name is Amber. Don't talk nonsense. Madam has ordered me to take you to see her."
"Madam? Madam where?"
"Of course it's Mrs. Wu, the mistress of Jingqing Palace, don't you know?"