"In the realm of sword cultivation, the lowest level is the realm of weapon control, which is also the realm where most sword cultivators are. You are the same now...m... In the realm of sword cultivation, you can only control weapons and exert their apparent power.
, that is, sharp.”
Han Yi was thinking while saying these words that were extremely profound to Wu Youran. Teaching others to practice is actually another kind of practice for Han Yi, which allows him to summarize his own cultivation experience along the way and understand the new true meaning.
Wu Youran frowned as she listened to Han Yi's words. For her, these things were not only novel, but also a bit obscure. But she concentrated all her energy and wrote down every word Han Yi said.
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In this way, even if Han Yi leaves in the future, she can still think about her own cultivation, pursue the true meaning of cultivation, and gain powerful strength.
"In the realm of weapon control, weapons are controlled by force. Whether it is spiritual power or physical strength, they all belong to the category of force. Such power is too superficial. The criterion for distinguishing strong and weak is also based on the size of the power. Bi is like a spirit.
A monk in the late stage of a master fights against a monk in the early stage of a spiritual master. They are both in the realm of military control and use the same weapons and the same spiritual skills. Their strength is naturally determined by their realm and the level of spiritual power."
"But if the monk in the early stage of spiritual master's sword cultivation is at a higher level than the soldier's realm, then the strength between them cannot be determined by their cultivation realm and the degree of solidification of their spiritual energy.
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"As I said just now, training is about killing. Weapons are designed to kill people, so there is no need for pity and kindness towards the enemy. And if you are facing a friend, there is no need to draw the sword."
"Since it is for killing, you must have a heart to kill. The realm derived from this is the realm of turning the heart. The second realm of sword cultivation is to control the sword with the heart. Let me ask you, what does it mean to use the heart to control the sword?
Heart sword?" Han Yi looked at Wu Youran.
"Use your heart to control the sword?" Wu Youran considered the words, "Does it mean that where the heart goes, the sword points?"
"Half right, half wrong. To wield a sword with your heart, you really need to act from the heart, but this time about the war against the Cheng family, are you angry? Are you crazy? Are you thinking about it at the moment when you see your loved ones fall?
Want to kill everyone in the Cheng family?"
"But, did your strong desire help you gain powerful power? You are still powerless and can only control the sword with strength. The heart here refers to the will, the will emanating from ourselves, the will to kill."
"The state of transforming the heart is the skill of giving will to the sword in your hand, which is unparalleled. It requires extremely strong mental strength, and of course it also requires extremely strong desire from the heart. No matter what you desire, whether it is killing
, no matter how you protect it, you will inevitably end up killing someone in the end."
"My sword is a killing sword. It is a weapon that is born to kill people. It does not need those so-called high-sounding reasons to decorate it. I have walked all the way from Tianhai City to the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, and then from the Demonic Beast Mountain Range to the Ling Mansion.
.The will to kill in my heart has unknowingly grown to a terrifying level."
Han Yi held the Lei Xiao Sword, and the small spiritual sword in his mind roared. The realm of transformation of the heart was silently activated, and an invisible power was given to the long sword.
The long sword began to vibrate, like a struggling giant snake or an angry dragon. He slashed out the sword lightly, and the invisible air blade shot out. The old tree stump in the distance was cut in half by the air blade, and the fracture was smooth.
"So strong." Wu Youran admired. Han Yi didn't even activate his spiritual power just now, but when he swung his sword to slash, it actually carried such terrifying power. The invisible air blade gave her a fatal feeling.
of.
The power of the air blade does not look amazing, but it is silent and difficult to detect. If someone were to sneak attack with such an attack, Wu Youran has no doubt that whether it is himself or other spiritual master-level monks of the Wu family, they will be attacked.
There is absolutely no reason to be spared.
"This is the power inspired by the sword, which converts and amplifies the sword holder's energy into an air blade. Look what will happen after I inject spiritual energy."
Han Yi activated the spiritual power in his body, and the silver-white spiritual power was injected into the Thunder Sky Sword. It crackled, and silver arcs danced around the sword, each strand exuding violent and fiery power.
He turned around and slashed, and a sword light several meters long cut into the ground and submerged into it. In a moment, the earth shook and began to fall downwards. The ground where the sword mark was turned turned into a sword several meters in diameter and several meters deep.
A ten-meter pothole.
"Did you see it? This is the power given to spiritual cultivators by the realm. Although I dare not say that I can kill all the spiritual master-level monks with this sword, I can definitely kill only a handful of them on Lanyue Island."
"What?" Wu Youran exclaimed, "A monk in the spiritual master stage can actually handle such a powerful attack."
"There are many geniuses in this world that we cannot understand. Their power transcends common sense and rules, and their power cannot be judged by ordinary people's thinking. This is my advice to you. When you become stronger in the future, maybe
You will meet those geniuses, don’t underestimate them when the time comes.”
"There is nothing I can teach you except the swords and the Tao that I practice. Now give it a try and see how much you have learned."
Wu Youran nodded, raised the sword in her hand, and recalled the scene of the Wu family being massacred. Countless screams echoed in her ears. Her eyes were red, anger and unwillingness, pain and sadness combined in her heart, forming a
A blazing flame.
Phew, the air was torn apart by the blade of the sword, and she screamed. She started to move, very fast, with all the power injected into each piece, and each sword seemed to be able to split a person in half from head to tail. However,
Not strong enough yet.
Han Yi looked at it and frowned. Such a sword can only be used to vent the anger in the heart. Although it is powerful enough, it has no rules at all. The skill is not to release the power blindly, but to control and use it.
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"Stop, no, no, this is not control, but venting. Your heart and your will must be integrated into the sword. What really works in the realm of heart transformation is your will, not your anger."
"Anger is only one of the manifestations of will, but it is not all."
Han Yi walked to the opposite side of Wu Youran and put on the black iron mask again, his eyes showing deep coldness and fierceness.
"Now, I am your enemy, the enemy you are eager to sacrifice all to kill, come on, swing your sword at me."
"Ah." Wu Youran roared and rushed out, his soft sword turned into a venomous snake, and the speed of stabbing the sword was unprecedentedly fast.
If Wu Lie were watching here now, he would definitely be open-mouthed in surprise. Wu Youran's swordsmanship has actually caught up with him, and is even close to overtaking him. It's incredible.
Under Han Yi's guidance, she is releasing the power hidden in her heart little by little, as well as her will to kill.
What Han Yi was teaching her was not only the state of mind transformation, but also the way to kill. It was too cruel for a girl to embark on such a cultivation path.
"Dang Dang Dang"
The attack of the Ruanjian was accurately blocked by the Leixiao Sword. Every sword struck by Han Yi hit the weak point of the Ruanjian, and Wu Youran's power was unable to exert its due power at all.
"It's too slow, the power is too scattered, the will is not strong enough, and the sword in your hand has no resonance with you at all."
Han Yi reprimanded her coldly, and the Leixiao Sword suddenly disappeared in the air. The next moment, terrifying power surged from the soft sword. The sound of the dragon's roar resounded through Wu Youran's head again, shaking her into a trance.
The gap between the two of them is like the difference between clouds and mud. Even Lei Lingyu has not comprehended such a profound state as the realm of mind transformation, so how could Wu Youran realize it overnight?
The soft sword flew out of his hand and pierced the far wall, almost without its handle. You can imagine how terrifying the sword Han Yi just made contained.
"Come again." Han Yi looked at her coldly.
Wu Youran's face turned pale. The battle with Han Yi was more pressure than she had ever faced before. It felt like she was fighting an angry lion, and every attack carried a fatal threat.
Throughout the next night, Wu Youran fought with Han Yi, and Han Yi also guided her in every battle how to inspire her will and how to resonate with the sword in her hand.
The sky slowly gets brighter, the sun rises under the distant mountain peaks, and the sky is filled with morning glow.
Wu Youran was lying on the ground, gasping for air. She was too tired, and the spiritual power in her body was exhausted three times overnight. Her heroic face was covered with beads of sweat, and the hand holding the sword was torn.
She looked at the sky, her eyes red. The madness and anger had long been exhausted, leaving only fatigue and weakness.
"Are you tired?" Han Yi squatted down beside her and helped her wipe the sweat off her face, his voice suddenly became very gentle.
An inexplicable look came out of Wu Youran's pupils, and he didn't know whether it was happiness or satisfaction.
"In the future, you must live a good life alone and never die."
"I have taught you everything I can teach you, and the rest is up to you. Don't be too impatient. Many people will never be able to reach the realm of transformation in their lives, but I have opened the door for you."
Han Yi kissed her forehead, leaving a lip mark.
"I'm leaving."
She stood up, turned around and left without hesitation, and disappeared into the Han family's outer mansion in a flash. At this moment, in the southeast of Tianhai City, dozens of people gathered on the pier, and the people around them were far away from these people.
People, looking at them, secretly guessed, is something big going to happen again?
"The time is coming." Han Mofeng said.
"Don't worry, our two families have been waiting for so many years, so there is no rush at this moment." Wu Lie said with a smile. Not only did this guy not look impatient at all, but he was humming a tune.
"Don't worry, don't worry. With Master Ji's guidance, Wu Youran's achievements in the future will definitely be much better than ours. You wish Master Ji would come later."