Scientific cultivation of immortality: starting from making a wish

Chapter 9: Storm Sword Intent
In order to confirm that this was the black broken sword the system mentioned, Chen Mo also browsed through all the items in the store.

After finally discovering that there was only that broken sword, he felt certain.

"This is it."

Chen Mo suppressed his inner excitement, quietly took a calming pill, and walked forward.

"Oh, little brother, are you interested in this broken sword?"

Seeing that Chen Mo's eyes were fixed on the black broken sword, Old Qin on the side stepped forward and spoke.

Chen Mo shook his head and responded casually.

"I'm a little curious. What's so magical about this broken sword being placed here?"

What he said seemed very casual and light, as if he was just asking out of curiosity.

Mr. Qin smiled and explained:
"This broken sword is not simple. It is a precious spiritual object brought back from the Blood Netherworld by a Blue Star expert who killed an expert from another world a few years ago. I don't know how many people have been seeking it but have been unable to obtain it."

"If you are interested, you can buy it and study it. You will definitely gain a lot."

Chen Mo did not comment on what he said.

He thought, it was undoubtedly a treasure, but it was a broken sword after all. If his system hadn't told him how to use it, others who picked it up would probably not know how to use it.

Chen Mo nodded and asked casually.

"how much is it?"

Old Qin glanced at Chen Mo and said with a smile:

"For Miss Zhou's sake, the friend price is 15 spirit coins."

After hearing the price, Chen Mo shrugged, smiled and had no good answer.

At this time, the calming pill he had just swallowed had quickly melted in his body.

Chen Mo felt it silently and felt that after taking this pill, his mind seemed to become calm and focused.

"Calm your mind and protect the gods?"

"You will know the specific effect after trying it."

Anyway, he came here to get something for free.

The thought is certain.

Chen Mo took a light step forward and placed his palm directly on the sword.

Seeing this, Old Qin did not stop Chen Mo's actions, but just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and revealed a mysterious smile.

It seems like he is waiting to see something interesting happen.

Zhou Yan, who was watching the scene secretly nearby, instinctively wanted to stop Chen Mo, but after seeing that Chen Mo's right hand was on the sword and there was nothing unusual, she resisted the urge to persuade him.

She thought that Chen Mo should know his limits and wait and see.

Little did he know that when Chen Mo placed his right hand on the sharp black sword, there seemed to be an invisible attraction pulling his mind into a sword consciousness environment.

At this moment, Chen Mo felt that he was in the center of a storm vortex.

The unbridled sword intent was rolling in all around him like a storm, rushing towards his body like a silver wave.

The storm sword intent evolved into sharp swords that attacked him, and the offensive changed rapidly. Even the moves could not be distinguished. All he saw were flying sword shadows, which shot out like hundreds of long snakes.

Chen Mo instinctively used his most familiar Wind Sword Technique to fight against it, trying to disperse the sword shadows attacking him.

The sword's forceful roar was as fierce as a hurricane, and the sword's edge was extremely sharp, cutting through the air, making Chen Mo's weak body look miserable in the storm.

The thick murderous aura emanating from the Storm Sword Intent enveloped Chen Mo, as if an invisible sword prison was trapping him.

Chen Mo was shocked.

Is this the Black Wind Sword Prison that the system prompted? It’s so terrifying!

At this time, every sword strike was like a bolt of thunder, tearing apart all his obstacles, making it impossible for Chen Mo to dodge and he could only let the sword sweep through him.

The attacks came in waves, like a pack of wolves besieging him. Chen Mo felt his spirit being plowed through by the sword intent over and over again, and a destructive pain came through his consciousness.

With each attack of the sword, his spirit seemed to be torn apart and melted by the sword.

Soon his mind will fall into weakness and coma.

It was at this moment that a continuous stream of spiritual power surged into his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, allowing him to wake up and protect his last bit of mind.

This is the effect of the "Soul-Settling Pill". The pain of clear destruction kept coming, and Chen Mo almost wanted to escape from this Storm Sword Prison. Anyone would feel that if they continued to persist, their consciousness would be destroyed and perish.

If it were someone else, without the "Calming Pill" prepared in advance, the sword intent would probably tear their mind apart in an instant and shock them out of this state of mind.

But Chen Mo finally resisted the urge. He knew that this was the fastest way to quickly comprehend the sword intent, and it was safe.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and endured the pain, insisting on wielding the Gale Sword to fight against the storm of sword intent.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
Chen Mo gradually discovered that his sword moves were becoming more and more flexible, and his sword-drawing speed was getting faster and faster.

"Swordsmanship is perfect."

Chen Mo frowned, trying to endure the pain in his mind, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.

"It turns out that swordsmanship can be learned so quickly."

Time passes slowly,

When Chen Mo used sword moves to counter the invasion of sword intent, the wisps of invisible storm sword intent slowly seeped into Chen Mo's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, slowly changing his sword techniques and moves.

"The sword thrusts forward, the sword thrusts backward, the sword blocks from above, the sword chops from below, the sword pierces the heart, the sword sweeps horizontally, the sword flies quickly,"

"Fencing, breaking sword, horizontal sword, swinging sword"

Each sword technique was simplified into the most basic sword-drawing action, but all of this evolved around the origin of the Storm Sword Intent.

"Swordsmanship is perfect!"

At this time, Chen Mo had completely adapted to the pain brought by the confrontation with the Storm Sword Intent. The sword moves in his hands were extremely simple, yet every move was deadly.

Gradually he was immersed in this deserted place.

In this sword intent environment, wisps of storm sword intent refined Chen Mo's spiritual sword moves, and eventually evolved into an invisible storm sword intent seed that settled in Chen Mo's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

Just at this moment, Chen Mo's sharp scream resounded throughout the venue, and the storm sword attack reached a miraculous climax.

The entire sword-intentioned environment was like thunder and lightning, and finally it suddenly exploded at this moment.

As Chen Mo slashed down with a sword, the entire Storm Sword Prison exploded.

Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

A sharp sword light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He actually condensed the "Seed of Storm Sword Intent".

Chen Mo's gaze returned to reality, and it seemed that only a few breaths had passed.

"What a magical broken sword!"

"I must take this sword into my hands if I have the chance."

"With this sword in hand, he can even train sword masters continuously in the future."

These thoughts flashed through Chen Mo's mind like lightning.

Finally, he suppressed his inner excitement and pretended to be calm as he looked at Zhou Yan and Old Qin.

"What do you think, little brother? This broken sword is not simple, is it?"

"hehe."

Old Qin teased.

He didn't remind Chen Mo in advance because he wanted to let Chen Mo see the power of this broken sword.

Only by letting Chen Mo suffer a loss will he understand more clearly how precious this sword is.

Little did he know that Chen Mo had already prepared, and had even used this opportunity to condense the seed of Storm Sword Intent in his body. All he had to do next was to go back and adjust his spirit, and then find a sword master for a thrilling battle, and then he would be able to fully comprehend the sword intent.

Chen Mo nodded and responded with a few embarrassed smiles.

"Master Qin, this sword is indeed not simple, but 15 spirit coins is far beyond our budget."

"I'm short of money. I'll come back next time I have a chance. Sorry for bothering you."

After saying that, Chen Mo signaled Zhou Yan with his eyes.

The two of them quickly left Huanzhen Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)