Chapter 19 I can see at a glance that you are not human
Although it had only been half a month, Jun Buqi's swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds. With the help of the seven-color liquid, Jun Buqi had mastered a set of sword techniques almost in a day.
A set of sword techniques was understood by him one by one as if they were free of charge.
Moreover, each of these sword techniques is not weaker than the "Qinglian Sword Technique" created by his master.
Putting this kind of thing in the hands of most other monks, it would definitely be a hard worry, and it would make people dizzy and difficult to choose.
But when it comes to Jun Buqi, he has only one thought: I want them all!
He was not worried about biting off more than he could chew, and he wasn't worried about it happening to him at all.
There is a big difference between a practitioner's sword practice and a warrior's sword practice.
When a martial artist practices swordsmanship and watches others practice swordsmanship, his mind will say, "I know how to do it," but his hands and body will tell their owner, "You are talking nonsense. How can you know how to do it?"
When practitioners practice swords, they evolve in the sea of consciousness, and then when their brains say "I know it," they really know it, because it is never their hands and bodies that use the sword, but their brains.
Sitting there, he pointed like a sword, pointing out the sword formula. As his fingertips swayed, the flying sword turned into sword lights. He practiced in the open space outside the thatched cottage, using his fingers like an arm.
However, monks practicing swordsmanship in this way are very fast, but there is also an obvious flaw, that is, they cannot do without spiritual power, that is, their own magic power.
If your mana is exhausted and you cannot use your body flexibly, you are a lamb to the slaughter.
But to put it more harshly, when a monk is reduced to the point where he needs to use his own body to make the final struggle, he is probably not far away from receiving a lunch box.
In just fifteen days, Jun Buqi had perfected fifteen sets of sword techniques. Even though he was not a master of swordsmanship at this time, he was definitely a first-rate swordsman.
In the world of spiritual practice, judging a monk's level of swordsmanship is not all based on the level of cultivation, but on the use of sword techniques and sword energy.
If you can master the art of swordsmanship so that you can move smoothly, control flying swords, and use them as flexibly as your arms and fingers, then you can be considered the first glimpse into the path of the sword.
If you can differentiate between sword and light, you can be considered a master of swordsmanship.
From a master of swordsmanship to a master of swordsmanship, this process seems to be only one step, but the distance is actually a thousand miles, because the sign of a swordsmanship master is the silk of sword energy.
The sword light was kneaded into silk threads, and it invaded past like a continuous drizzle, moistening things silently, as if it was like a spring breeze blowing on the face, but the opponent was already riddled with holes.
This is the realm of great swordsmanship.
Qi refining monks can generally start to control flying swords in the middle stage, and basically all foundation-building monks can differentiate sword light, but the amount of differentiated sword light is different.
Jun Buqi's current state is the sword light differentiation level.
A single sword strike can produce thirty-six sword lights.
But if combined with the "Flower Rain Sword Technique" or the "Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Sword Technique", the amount of sword light that can be differentiated can be doubled or tripled in an instant.
This is the difference between the strength and weakness of sword tactics.
Although "Qinglian Sword Jue" also has the function of assisting the differentiation of sword light, compared with the previous two sword techniques, it is much worse in terms of sword light differentiation.
But the more the sword light is divided, the weaker the power of each sword light will naturally be.
The strength of the sword light depends on the strength of the practitioner's own cultivation. However, the more sword lights that can be differentiated, the stronger the control of the cultivation and the stronger the subtle control of mana.
Even if some monks have reached the peak of foundation building, the power they can control is only 60 to 70% of their own cultivation. This is the control of their own magic power.
And with this swordsmanship alone, Jun Buqi can exert 99% of his own strength.
Coupled with the increase in his cultivation level caused by the Twenty-Eight Constellations Sword Formation, his combat power can basically overlook the vast majority of foundation-building monks.
Regardless of what he pointed out, the sword energy turned into a sword and slashed straight away. It seemed to be without tricks, but anyone with a discerning eye would know that there was something hidden inside.
When the pretty little woman saw her, her eyes suddenly showed a look of horror. She raised her sleeves with one hand to cover her face, leaned back slightly, and said softly, "ah", and saw a shadow escaping from her body.
Seeing that the shadow was about to disappear with the wind, and the little woman was about to be split in half by Jun Buqi's sword. At this moment, the sword light that was about to approach suddenly appeared in front of the little woman.
disappear.
The disappearing sword light turned into a rain of flowers, turned a corner in front of the little woman, and swept towards the mountain wind behind her.
"Hmph! You're just a small person, but you dare to do the same thing. I can see at a glance that you are not a human being!"
Jun Buqi, who was sitting in the thatched hut, didn't even get up. He pointed like a sword towards the hillside outside the thatched hut, and several points of mysterious light flew out, turned into a strong wind, and swept away wildly.
In the strong wind, it seems that you can see blades of grass blowing in the wind.
Roar……
A tiger roar came from down the slope, and the strong wind blew back.
This tiger's roar not only startled Jun Buqi, but also frightened Daqing, who was watching the battle on the side, to stand up quickly, and with his huge body, he nimbly squeezed into the thatched hut.
Jun Buqi secretly cursed a useless cow, then flicked his wide sleeves and directly took the little delicate and pretty woman, who had long been unconscious and fell limply on the ground, and put her in the corner of the thatched cottage.
At the same time, streaks of rune mysterious light floated on his body, twenty-seven layers of defensive arrays floated on his Taoist robes, twenty-four layers of defensive arrays rose from his feet like fairy light, and twelve layers of defensive arrays rose from his top like a fairy.
The stream of light flows down, and at the same time, there is a defensive magic bead in one hand...
Just when Jun Buqi was protecting himself layer by layer, a strong wind swept up from the bottom of the slope.
The sword energy that Jun Buqi had released before was swept away by the strong wind and instantly dissipated like autumn leaves sweeping away. This shows that this strong wind is not ordinary.
In the strong wind, a large, colorful insect took advantage of the darkness of night, riding on the moon and riding the wind, and came with its mouth wide open, as if it was about to bite you.
On its back lay a small yellow figure.
Seeing the yellow figure, Jun Buqi realized something and shouted: "Tiger, wait a minute!"
From the fact that this big insect was able to smash his sword energy to pieces in an instant, it can be seen that his cultivation level is much higher than his. Even if he is not in the realm of golden elixir, he is probably far away from it.
At this time, Jun Buqi had no time to scold Senior Brother Qian Kun for his inaction. He had been walking in Longquan County for so many years, but he still could not find such a tiger monster hidden here.
All he can do is to save himself. Survival is the most important thing.
Although this big tiger is tall and strong, with a shoulder height of about two meters, when its huge paws step on the ground, it makes no sound and lifts its weight as lightly as possible.
Lying on its back was a yellow rat, holding its fat head proudly, somewhat like a fox pretending to be a tiger, even though it was not a fox, just a yellow rat.
"I wonder what the tiger is here for? You and I have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges these days..."
The big tiger looked at Jun Buqi silently, wandering left and right for a few steps, as if looking for the weakness of the prey. He didn't see him opening his mouth, but his voice rang in the air.
"No grudges? Taoist priest, do you remember that last month you just killed one of my concubines and took her treasure?"
last month?
Jun Buqi glanced at the yellow rat on its back and knew what was going on.
But Fat Tiger! Did you know that your concubine gave you a piece of prairie?
But obviously you can't say this, it's a taboo for men.
It seems that Mo Changgeng’s trickster misled me again. I promised that the whole nest of yellow rat spirits would be solved, and that there would be no major problems. What’s going on now?
"I'm here today just to get her treasure back and avenge her."
"Tiger, wait a minute! Please listen to me." Jun Buqi called out again, "As the saying goes, it's better to dissolve enemies than to make knots. It was all a misunderstanding before. The treasure you want is here..."
Jun Buqi took out the statue and prepared to put things to rest and save his life first.
But the big tiger shook its head and rushed towards him, "I like to take it for myself!"