To be precise, for Zhenshan, he spent six years in practice and reached the age of sixteen, while Fengye skipped this period of time.
He has already experienced a lot of idle daily life, and he does not intend to live in seclusion in such a canyon for a few years. This kind of experience of being separated from the world is not very good for him, and it will make him lose his humanity even more.
certainly.
Feng Ye did not simply skip six years. During the jump, he returned to the Bleach World and placed the three worlds of Bleach, Fairy Tail, and Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba in his portable computer.
In a small pot.
And by the way, he gave this little pot a name, called the Pot of the World.
He plans to retrace time and return to the past, then throw all the worlds he has experienced into a small pot... Well, the One Punch Man world needs to be considered, because Saitama has the power to break the pot.
This was also the reason why Fengye didn't start doing this immediately.
certainly.
Maji didn't know about these things, and the creatures in the entire Demon Slayer World didn't know anything about it either. They didn't know that the world they lived in had been moved from the big universe to an independent space.
In the previous canyon.
The real wild rice is standing on a piece of green grass.
Six years have passed, and she has grown from the child she was before to a delicate and lovely girl, but her appearance is still a bit immature, and she is not much taller. She is only about 1.5 meters tall, and she looks a bit frail.
Feel.
At this moment, Zhenji is standing there holding a wooden sword that looks badly worn. In front of her, there is an iron pillar about the thickness of a baby's wrist. The iron pillar is almost two meters high, and it can be
There are obvious signs of wear and tear, as if it has withstood countless blows.
"It must succeed."
Zhenji stared at the iron pillar in front of him, tightened his fingers on the hilt of the wooden sword, and showed a serious and serious look in his big blue eyes with stars.
This is the test Fengye left for her.
About six years ago, after teaching her the basics of swordsmanship and leaving plenty of food, Feng Ye left here and only appeared a handful of times in the past six years.
This iron pillar was left by Feng Ye six months ago.
The test given to her is when she can cut off this iron pillar and when she can leave this valley freely and no longer need to stay here to practice.
After staying in the valley for six years, practicing day after day, it was okay when he was young. But when he reached the age of fifteen or sixteen, it was inevitable that Zhenji would miss the outside world.
Therefore, after receiving the final test from Feng Ye, she put in more effort.
But this test is difficult.
It can be said to be quite difficult to cut through steel with a wooden sword!
It's been half a year, and she still hasn't finished it. At most, she only left some marks on the iron pillar.
Standing in front of the iron pillar.
Masaki slowly closed his eyes.
What came to mind was the scene that I had been recalling day and night for the past six years. It was the sword that Feng Ye held her hand and led her to swing six years ago.
The direction of the sword's edge and the slashing direction are perfectly consistent. It can be said that there is no deviation at all, and it is a natural sword.
If one of the images is cut out and enlarged, even if it is enlarged ten thousand times, the direction of the sword swing and the edge of the sword will still remain in a straight line.
The perfect slash squeezed and tore apart the air, creating air-piercing sword energy.
That action...
That action...
That action!
Zhenshen simulated that scene over and over again, recalling that scene over and over again, as if he was immersed in it, returned to that moment, and experienced that sword over and over again.
finally.
Zhen Yan suddenly opened his eyes.
Her clear eyes were as still as water, with no emotion at all, only purity and tranquility, like a deep pool without wind.
Whoosh!
She raised the wooden sword in her hand and swung it forward.
The movements of the whole person were almost completely consistent with the sword that Feng Ye led her to swing. The extremely fast sword edge squeezed and tore the air, but it did not turn into the sword energy that broke through the air.
It was condensed with the wooden sword and slashed towards the iron pillar standing in front of it.
Click!
The sound of a wooden sword breaking was heard.
At the same time, there was the sound of steel breaking.
I saw that the wooden sword in Zhenshan's hand had been broken into two pieces, but the broken half of the wooden sword was deeply embedded in the iron pillar, almost cutting the entire iron pillar into two pieces!
There is only a trace of iron connecting the edges!
"Success!"
Zhenji came back to his senses from the still-like state, showing a hint of joy, but then his expression tightened and he murmured: "Is this... considered a success?"
The iron pillar was almost cut off, but there was still a thin connection.
But before Zhenji could make any move, only a few iron pillars connected to the edges were left, which could no longer support its own weight. The upper part gradually bent along the chopped part, and finally broke with a bang, smashing on the
on the grass beside.
"Very good!"
Zhenji's nervous expression turned into joy once again, and he waved his hands happily.
She jumped around the broken iron pillar, then gradually suppressed the joy in her heart, and then looked back at the broken iron pillar and the half wooden sword in her hand.
Thinking back carefully, there was a little surprise in her eyes.
He cut the steel with his wooden sword!
The wooden sword is so fragile, and the steel is so tough, but she used the wooden sword to cut through the steel. This is such an incredible power, but now she has mastered it.
"congratulations."
At this moment, Feng Ye's voice came from behind.
Zhen Sheng paused for a moment, then turned back to look at Feng Ye, showing a pleased expression and said:
"Master!"
"I have managed to master some swordsmanship, and I am doing very well. You can stay here and continue to practice. If you want to leave, you can also go outside for a walk."
Fengye stood next to the wooden house at the back and spoke with a gentle expression.
Zhenshen has a gentle personality but is also somewhat active. The age of sixteen is when a girl is most active, and now that she has strength and confidence, she is naturally a little concerned about the outside world.
"Thank you, Master, for your continued teachings."
Zhenji held the broken wooden sword in both hands, bowed obediently and formally to Fengye, and raised the broken wooden sword above his head with his two small hands.
Fengye walked a few steps forward with a smile on his face, came to Zhenshen, took the broken wooden sword, and looked at it with an easy-going look.
Zhenji stood up and stood obediently in front of Fengye.
Fengye held the hilt of the broken wooden sword, fiddled with it twice casually in the air, and said: "With your current strength, few people in the whole world can beat you."
Fengye's words made Zhenshen slightly startled.
There are few people in the whole world who can defeat her. Is she already that strong?
Because she has been practicing in the valley for six years, she has no accurate judgment on her own strength level, so when Feng Ye said her strength level, she was a little dazed for a while.
"No doubt, you are already so strong."
Feng Ye smiled softly, then changed the topic and said lightly: "But don't be arrogant and complacent, because your swordsmanship is far from being at the end."
After the words fell.
Feng Ye held the broken wooden sword and swung it to one side casually.
The wind stopped.
The sound disappeared.
The whole world seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Zhen Sheng's gaze also froze, and then he tilted his head little by little, looking in the direction where Feng Ye was swinging his sword. A pair of clear big eyes gradually revealed a look that was extremely shocking.
See you!
The entire land is like a picture scroll, with a stroke of black drawn from the center.
A pitch-black abyss stretched to the end of sight, dividing the entire land into two.
"this……"
Zhen Yan's eyes trembled like water ripples.
The moment she cut the steel, she also thought for a moment whether she had mastered the essence of swordsmanship and was approaching the realm of her master Feng Ye.
After all, she has done such things as cutting through steel with a wooden sword.
But this moment.
She felt as if she had jumped out of the bottom of a well and saw a broader and boundless world.
I was immersed in shock for a long time.
When Zhenji came back to his senses, Fengye had disappeared, leaving only the abyss stretching to the end of his sight, stating that the scene just now was not an illusion, but reality.