Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the Southern Ming Dynasty found an opportunity.

He swung his sword fiercely, and the sword light cut through the air like lightning, directly hitting the green-scaled beast's head.

The green-scaled beast let out a shrill roar, then fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.

Nan Ming was breathing heavily, his body was covered with sweat, but he did not look tired at all.

He looked at the green-scaled beast lying on the ground, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Luo Yao walked out from behind the tree and looked at Nan Ming with admiration in his eyes.

He walked to Nan Ming, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "This battle was not bad. Although it is still a little immature, it is worthy of praise."

Nan Ming smiled delightedly when he heard Luo Yao's praise. He knew that Luo Yao's help and guidance were invaluable. He bowed respectfully to Luo Yao, then lowered his head and pondered for a moment, as if recalling every detail of the battle just now.

Luo Yao looked at Nan Ming, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

He knew that although Nan Ming was young, he was thoughtful, diligent and studious, and would definitely go further in kendo in the future.

He sighed softly, as if he remembered what he looked like when he was young, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

"Senior Luo, I think I need more experience." Nan Ming raised his head and looked at Luo Yao with a firm gaze.

Luo Yao was slightly startled, then nodded and said, "Yes, experience is an indispensable part of cultivation."

"Only through constant practice can you improve your swordsmanship."

"However, you must remember that training is not for killing and fighting, but for you to have a deeper understanding of the way of the sword and to strengthen your faith."

Nan Ming nodded solemnly. He knew that Luo Yao’s words were very important to him.

He silently clenched the sword in his hand, his heart full of expectations and longings for the future.

Under Luo Yao's guidance, Nanming began a more arduous practice and training. They crossed a piece of wasteland and climbed a dangerous peak. Every experience made Nanming's sword realm have a qualitative leap.

They came to a place called "Sword Burial Valley".

This is a valley shrouded in sword energy, which is crisscrossed and extremely sharp in the valley.

It is said that the Sword Burial Valley was created thousands of years ago by a sword master in pursuit of the ultimate in swordsmanship. Here, he used his sword intent to split the sky and split the earth, and eventually turned his body into a sword and merged into this world, forming this strange place where sword energy is rampant.

The sword energy in the valley is so strong that it is enough to scare away ordinary practitioners, but Luo Yao believes that this is the perfect place for Nan Ming to train.

He brought Nanming into the Sword Burial Valley, where they saw sword energy all around them like dragons, whistling past, as if to tear all living things into pieces.

Nan Ming felt a little uneasy when he felt the sharp sword intent, but he knew that this was a rare opportunity for him to improve his sword skills, so he took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and prepared to meet this challenge.

Luo Yao looked at Nan Ming's determined eyes and nodded secretly in his heart.

He knew that Nan Ming was already prepared, and now it depended on whether he could comprehend his own sword art in the Sword Burial Valley.

They went deep into the Sword Burial Valley and saw that the sword energy in the valley was getting stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to devour people.

Nan Ming felt a little flustered when he felt the strong sword energy, but he knew that this was the only way for him to improve his sword skills, so he gripped the sword tightly, silently recited the sword formula in his mind, and tried to use his sword intent to counter the sword energy in the valley.

However, the sword energy in the valley was so powerful that Nan Ming's sword intent seemed so insignificant in front of it.

He kept swinging his sword, trying to cut through the sword energy, but every time he swung his sword it was like a drop in the ocean, unable to create a single ripple.

Nan Ming felt a little desperate, but he knew that he couldn't give up like that.

He recalled Luo Yao's words and the fire of hope rekindled in his heart.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his eyes, concentrated all the sword intent in his body on the tip of the sword, and launched the most violent attack on the sword energy in the valley.

boom!
With a loud bang, Nan Ming's sword intent collided fiercely with the sword energy in the valley.

For a moment, the entire Sword Burial Valley seemed to tremble, and the sword energy was overwhelming and unparalleled.

Nan Ming felt a powerful force coming from the tip of the sword, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.

But he did not give up. He gritted his teeth and continued to swing his sword, attacking the sword energy in the valley again and again.

Finally, after experiencing countless attacks, Nan Ming felt that his sword intent and the sword energy in the valley began to have a subtle connection.

He was delighted, knowing that he had found the key to a breakthrough.

He continued to swing his sword, and every swing seemed to be in conversation with the sword energy in the valley.

He felt the sharpness, dominance, tenacity and indomitable spirit in the sword energy. These feelings spread throughout his body like electric currents, giving him a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.

As time went on, Nanming's sword intent grew stronger, and his connection with the sword energy in the valley became closer.

Finally, after a violent attack, he felt that his sword intent had completely merged with the sword energy in the valley.

He opened his eyes and saw that the sword energy around him had disappeared, replaced by a peaceful world.

He felt his body as if it was light and floating, as if it had merged into one with the world.

He knew that he had broken through the bottleneck and reached a new level of swordsmanship.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, and his laughter echoed in the Sword Burial Valley for a long time.

Luo Yao looked at Nan Ming with admiration in his eyes.

He knew that Nan Ming had successfully comprehended his own sword art, and his sword art path would become even broader.

He walked to Nan Ming, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Congratulations, you have successfully broken through the bottleneck and reached a new realm of swordsmanship."

Nan Ming looked at Luo Yao with gratitude. He knew that without Luo Yao's guidance and help, he would never have been able to get this far.

He bowed deeply to Luo Yao, and then continued: "Senior Luo, I will continue to work hard to practice swordsmanship and strive to reach the peak of swordsmanship as soon as possible."

Luo Yao nodded slightly, his eyes full of relief.

He knew very well that although Nan Ming was young, he had firm beliefs and endless potential. As long as he could practice persistently, his future achievements would be limitless.

In the following days, Luo Yao and Nan Ming continued to practice in the Sword Burial Valley, facing the challenge of even more powerful sword energy in the valley together.

Luo Yao passed on his rich experience and insights to Nan Ming, guiding him to gradually comprehend the deeper meaning of kendo.

Whenever night falls, the two would sit on a huge rock in the valley, look up at the stars, and exchange their sword-fighting experiences with each other.

Luo Yao recounted interesting stories about his practice when he was young and the mysteries of kendo, while Nan Ming shared his growth and insights from his experience.

The relationship between the two became closer and closer, as if they had become friends regardless of age.

As time went by, Nan Ming's swordsmanship level continued to improve, and his sword intent became more and more sharp and profound. Under Luo Yao's guidance, he constantly challenged himself, surpassed his limits, and gradually realized the true meaning of swordsmanship.

However, just as Nan Ming was about to break through to the peak of swordsmanship, a mysterious force suddenly descended upon the Sword Burial Valley.

This force was powerful and strange, as if it could devour all sword intent, causing the sword energy in the entire valley to become manic and restless.

Luo Yao felt the existence of this power and his expression suddenly became solemn.

He knew very well that this power was extraordinary and it might have a great impact on Nan Ming's practice.

So he immediately took Nanming away from the Sword Burial Valley and brought him to a safe place.

Here, Luo Yao explained to Nan Ming in detail the source and nature of this mysterious power.

It turns out that this power comes from an ancient sword tradition. It was once the treasure of a powerful sword sect, but was later lost in a war and drifted to this continent.

This sword school was once extremely glorious, and their sword tradition was hailed as the best in the world.

However, with the passage of time and the interruption of inheritance, this sword school gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

This mysterious power is part of their sword-fighting heritage. It contains endless sword intent and power, but it is also extremely dangerous.

Luo Yao told Nan Ming that if he wanted to continue practicing swordsmanship and reach the peak, he must face this mysterious power.

But at the same time, he also reminded Nan Ming to be cautious, because if he could not control this power, he might be swallowed by it and sink into darkness forever.

After listening to Luo Yao's explanation, Nan Ming's eyes flashed with determination.

He knew that he had reached a critical moment in the way of the sword. If he could not successfully break through this barrier, he would never be able to reach the pinnacle of the way of the sword.

So he resolutely decided to face this mysterious power.

Under Luo Yao's guidance, he came to the source of that power - an ancient and mysterious sword tomb.

This sword tomb is buried with countless long swords of sword masters from past dynasties. They exude sharp and profound sword intent, as if telling of past glory and honor.

Nan Ming stood in front of the sword tomb, feeling the powerful sword intent, his heart filled with awe and anticipation.

He took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes, concentrated his sword intent on the tip of the sword, and challenged the sword tomb.

For a moment, the entire sword tomb seemed to be boiling, and countless long swords made a buzzing sound, as if responding to Nan Ming's challenge.

Nan Ming felt a powerful force coming from the sword tomb, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

But he did not retreat. He gritted his teeth and continued to swing his sword, attacking the sword tomb again and again.

Finally, after countless attacks, he felt that his sword intent had resonated with the sword intent in the sword tomb.

He opened his eyes and saw that the swords in the sword tomb seemed to come alive. They were flying and circling in the air, making deafening sword sounds.

Nan Ming knew that he had successfully mobilized the power in the sword tomb.

He took a deep breath, then swung his sword fiercely towards the sword tomb.

I saw an extremely sharp sword light burst out from the tip of the sword, instantly cutting all the long swords in the sword tomb into pieces.

At the same time, a powerful force surged into Nanming's body from the sword tomb, allowing his sword intent to instantly reach a new height.

He felt as if his body was completely enveloped by this power, as if it had merged into one with the world.

The sword light dissipated, and Nan Ming stood quietly in front of the broken sword tomb. His clothes were cut into pieces by the sword energy, but his eyes were brighter than ever. It was a light that came from the inside out, as if his soul had been sublimated under the baptism of this power.

Luo Yao looked at Nan Ming in front of him, his eyes full of admiration.

He knew that after this challenge, Nan Ming's swordsmanship had entered a whole new realm.

He is no longer the young boy who has just started out, but a strong man who truly stands at the pinnacle of kendo.

Nan Ming felt the surging power in his body, and he knew that he had obtained the lost sword-arts heritage.

This inheritance is not only a kind of power, but also a spiritual inheritance, an endless pursuit and persistence in kendo.

He raised his head and looked towards the sky, with a determined light in his eyes.

He knew that he still had a long way to go in the way of the sword, but he believed that as long as he kept working hard, one day he would be able to stand at the highest point of the sword and overlook the entire continent.

Luo Yao walked up to Nan Ming, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You have already received the inheritance. The rest of the journey depends on you."

"Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, never give up your pursuit of kendo."

Nanming nodded and looked at Luo Yao deeply.

He knew that Luo Yao was not only his guide in swordsmanship, but also a mentor and helpful friend in his life.

He bowed to Luo Yao with gratitude, then turned and left the Sword Burial Valley.

Luo Yao stood at the edge of the Sword Burial Valley, watching Nan Ming's figure disappear into the distance.

He felt both relieved and a little reluctant.

Years of companionship and teaching have established a deep master-disciple relationship between him and Nan Ming.

Now, Nanming has embarked on his own path of kendo, and he himself is about to embark on a new journey.

Luo Yao turned and looked towards the depths of the Sword Burial Valley, where he and Nan Ming practiced together, and it was also the eternal home in his heart.

He took a deep breath, feeling the sword energy and spiritual energy that permeated the land, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that he would always miss everything here, including the sword practitioners who fought alongside him, and the secret realms and ruins he had explored together.

However, he knew he couldn't stay here forever.

He still has a long way to go in the swordsmanship, and there are more challenges and opportunities waiting for him to pursue.

So he withdrew his gaze, buried the emotions deeply in his heart, and left the place silently.

Even Luo Yao himself was not very clear about where to go.

But what he knew was that if he wanted to improve his cultivation and reach a higher level.

He still needs a manager and more experience.

And, more baptisms.

Only in this way can we have a small chance to quietly climb to a higher height. (End of this chapter)