Chapter 37 Why do you hold the sword? Strange space
Sword Douluo put away his sword intention and said calmly to Jiang Siming, "Your sword is very strong. I have never seen a martial spirit with three different abilities. My Seven Killing Sword is not even willing to release. You
His soul skills are also ridiculously strong."
Jiang Siming, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, felt numb in his heart and said, "I hit you too harshly. I only picked on the faces to hit."
"But you yourself didn't really use its power. You just used it reasonably." Sword Douluo said.
Jiang Siming couldn't help but nodded when he heard this.
"I won't teach you today, and I can't teach you. I only ask you one question, why do you hold the sword? When you figure it out, the training will begin." Sword Douluo said and left.
Jiang Siming was speechless for a while. "How many novels in the past life have this sentence, why do you hold a sword? I didn't expect that I would be in trouble today."
However, Jiang Siming just complained and sat down cross-legged. What Sword Douluo asked was exactly what he was thinking last night. Why do you hold a sword? Why do you practice?
Jiang Siming released four swords. The Immortal Sword is powerful and cuts off everything. The Immortal Killing Sword is the most murderous, and its killing power erodes everything. The Immortal Sinking Sword is the most magical, arousing seven emotions and six desires. The fourth rusty sword, Jiang Siming returned
Don't know what his abilities are.
Jiang Siming thought for a moment and took back the other three swords, leaving only one rusty sword. He stood up and repeated the action of drawing the sword.
One day later, Jiang Siming still stood there, repeating the boring process of drawing his sword and sheathing it.
Starting from the third day, Jiang Siming's body slowly became weak. If a soul master does not use soul power, he is not much different from ordinary people. Even though Jiang Siming's physical condition is extremely terrifying, if he does not eat or drink water,
He couldn't maintain his body functions at all. But Jiang Siming gritted his teeth and persevered.
On the tenth day, Jiang Siming was already on the verge of collapse. Ning Fengzhi saw this and wanted to rush up to let him rest. However, he was stopped by Sword Douluo.
"If you don't want him to fail, just let him continue. Don't worry, he won't die. If it were an ordinary person, he would start to show symptoms on the third day at most. He lasted for ten days. I have never seen such a genius.
Soul master, I have never seen anyone with such perseverance."
Ning Fengzhi looked at Jiang Siming with admiration in her eyes.
Jiang Siming doesn't want to be a hero, so he always maintains the nonsensical image of a humorous man. But Jiang Siming is very persistent. Things he believes in will never change.
The two things people fear most are death and loneliness. What is it like to be suspended between life and death?
Starting from the afternoon of the tenth day, Jiang Siming's energy and spirit were sublimated, and he stood firmly again, waving the rusty sword powerfully.
From the tenth day onwards, Jiang Siming's mind seemed to have started to lose consciousness. Inexplicably, he kept thinking of Sword Douluo's sentence, "Why do you hold the sword?"
Slowly Jiang Siming felt like he was falling into a strange space.
When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again, everything was completely white.
"This is where?"
Jiang Siming looked around and saw nothing but a vast expanse of white.
Suddenly, four powerful auras came from four directions, and four swords appeared out of thin air and were inserted into the white ground. The surrounding area was covered with cracks, as if the speaker's white space was shattered.
"This is the Four Swords of Zhu Xian." Jiang Siming said with some surprise. He was obviously practicing swordsmanship, but for some reason he came here in a strange space. The first three swords of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian all looked like what Jiang Siming had seen before.
, but the last sword was filled with chains, but it still could not suppress the aura of destruction it released.
Looking at the four swords of Zhu Xian, Jiang Siming unconsciously walked towards the handle of one of the immortal swords.
Jiang Siming kept approaching, and Juexianjian seemed to be aware of Jiang Siming's approach. It immediately released a sharp sword energy and attacked Jiang Siming.
"Damn, where did the system die at this time? What's going on with me?" Jiang Siming was speechless in his heart. Having mastered Douluo's plot and being accustomed to the system, he was at a loss for the current situation.
"No, I can't die here." Jiang Siming gritted his teeth and moved forward slowly with the sword energy. The dense sword energy could not be avoided at all. At first, it just cut Jiang Siming's skin, but slowly
As he got closer to the Immortal Sword, the wound gradually became deeper and deeper.
"No, you will never make it to the finish line if you hold on. There is no point at all. If this is a test, there is definitely a way to survive." Jiang Siming stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground to think.
"This is my sword, why would it hurt me?"
"Is this my sword?"
"Why am I hurt?"
…
A series of questions kept flashing through Jiang Siming's mind: Why on earth would the Absolute Immortal Sword hurt myself?
"Why do you hold the sword?"
"Why should I hold a sword?"
"No, that's not what you mean?"
…
Suddenly, Jiang Siming suddenly opened his eyes. He slowly stood up and walked forward slowly and fearlessly.
The sword energy staggered and attacked his body, but there was no more blood splashing.
Jiang Siming walked straight to the Juexian Sword and stroked the hilt. The sword kept vibrating, as if it was resisting. Jiang Siming slowly pulled it out. He stroked the sword body with his hand. He slowly used the Juexian Sword.
Cutting his palm, the blood dripped on the Juexian Sword and was strangely absorbed.
"You are my sword, a part of me. Why do you hold a sword? Why do you hold a sword? This is me." After Jiang Siming finished speaking, the Immortal Sword slowly stopped vibrating. A monstrous sword intent erupted from the sky.
Jiang Siming exploded.
Jiang Siming smiled slightly, ignoring the bleeding wounds on his body. He waved the Absolute Immortal Sword and waved it wantonly.
Jiang Siming finally understood. Why do I hold the sword? It’s not that I hold the sword for what? It’s that the sword is a part of me. Why do I hold the sword because of it?
A double-edged sword can hurt the enemy, or it can hurt myself. But this is a part of myself, so why should I hurt myself?
At first, Jiang Siming was indeed only using his first martial spirit in a reasonable manner. He even said that he only used his martial spirit as a weapon. But he forgot that the martial spirit was innate and hidden in the soul master's body.
Once a soul master with a Why Weapon Soul is trained, he must be very powerful.
The difference between the beast spirit and the weapon spirit is that the spirit master of the beast spirit does not need to consider his weapon at all, because his weapon is his body, so he has a strong sense of identification with the spirit itself.
As for the weapon soul masters, they always regard the weapon soul as a foreign object. They cannot combine human and weapon into one, and cannot use it flexibly from the heart. And the reason why the weapon soul masters of the same level titled Douluo are stronger
The reason is that the weapon soul needs to be comprehended. Although the beast soul is born with a sense of identity, without the perception, it will naturally not be able to exert stronger energy. Human time is limited, and who would spend a lot of time?
To practice but to feel your own martial soul.
And weapon soul masters do have to spend time to comprehend their own martial souls, so the weapon soul masters of the same level as high-level soul masters are stronger.