divine

Xuan Meng collided with the sword of the young man in gray and black, and a sword intent that dominated the world came from the sword. Although Xuan Meng was not surprised, the expression on his face was indeed horrified. For this moment, he just stayed in his body. It's just the consciousness of guilt, and the past cannot be changed.

"The past cannot be changed." A voice from nowhere came to Mei Shu's ears, and Mei Shu was shocked at the bottom of her heart, why this person could make a sound even though he had fallen into an illusion.

In the illusion, Xuanmeng was slashed with a knife, blood was spitting out of his mouth, and the unwillingness in his eyes was extremely strong. Every genius would not be willing to have someone more genius than himself. This kind of unwillingness is a force!An obsession that makes a genius even more genius.

"Although this scene is the deepest and most painful secret in my heart!" Xuanmeng's voice came from the illusion again, and a trace of fear flashed in Meishu's eyes, because in front of her, that Xuanmeng had been standing in front of her. In the arena, the mouth is not opened, the eyes are not opened, but the sound is made.

"However, the pain in my heart is a part of my heart... sword intent! A sharpest, sharpest, unbreakable sword intent, I am no longer what I used to be!" Xuanmeng's closed eyes suddenly opened , a sword intent turned into countless sharp long swords, cut through the sky, and shot Mei Shu's soul in an instant, Mei Shu was horrified, these countless sword intents did not hit her vitals, but her hands and feet, a kind of fear that made her No matter how hard Meishu was to move, the moment Xuanmeng opened his eyes, the illusion in his mind was shattered, and what was in front of him was no longer the scene of the past, but the reality in front of him at this moment.

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"Senior, what is the sword intent?" A handsome young man asked.

"Sword Intent? That's the essence of swordsmanship and nine points of persistence. The deeper the attachment, the stronger, sharper, and unbreakable the sword intent will be!" A middle-aged man with eyes like the sun and the moon, and like the starry sky laughed.

"However, I heard from the master that the sword intent is born for the sword, and when the sword reaches the intent, it is the sword intent after comprehending the essence of the sword art. How could it be an attachment?" The young man frowned, puzzled.

"That's right, someone's sword intent is the essence, which is the essence of the sword. This kind of sword intent is subtle, mysterious, and endless! But no matter how mysterious the sword technique is, there are flaws, and the sword intent will also have flaws. The sword intent mentioned above is based on persistence, and the essence of the sword is just the surface of the sword intent, and the inside and outside are persistence!" Looking at the young man, the old man laughed again.

"One day you will understand what I said, sword intent, what it should be! My sword intent is persistence." The old man stared at the young man and smiled.

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The scenes of the past, and back in front of the eyes, Xuanmeng had a smile from his heart, and muttered in his mouth, "Senior, at this moment, I finally understand my sword intent. What should it be? Everyone's sword intent will be different. , my sword intent is the glory that is in the depths of my heart!"

After saying those words, Xuanmeng's eyes froze, his body was like a sword, and he waved his hand across Meishu's body, his hand was like a sword, Meishu's eyes were terrified, she slowly lost her mind, and her body was split into two halves.

"His sword intent has broken through again!" Ming frowned.

"That's not bad. At such a young age, he has already comprehended the meaning of the sword to the point of 'the sword comes from the heart'." A mentor nodded, very satisfied with Xuanmeng.

"A sword is born from the heart?!" A middle-aged mentor next to him asked doubtfully.

"Hey~ As a mentor, you are a swordsman, but you are only at the level of 'concentration' of sword intent, much worse than that kid?" The old man sighed.

"Senior brother, please show me?" The man clasped his fists and said.

"Sword intent is divided into two types. One is to cultivate the sword. The stronger the swordsmanship, the stronger the will. The most people practice this way. The second is to cultivate the mind. The latter is to cultivate the mind as the main sword skill. Intention leads to progress. This way is very difficult, ordinary people are not strong-willed, but they are affected by the sword intent and distort their temperament!" said the old man.

"Then what did senior brother mean when he said that "swords are born from the heart"?" The man asked again.

"The sword is born from the heart is just a stage in the cultivation of the sword intent of the mind trainer. It is to entrust everything in everyone's heart to the sword to form the sword intent. To do this, you must be a person who is obsessed with the sword intent." The old man road.

"What is the state of senior brother now?" The man asked with a smile.

"The sword is like a rock." The old man smiled.

"The sword is like a rock?" The man frowned, although he was capable, he had never heard of these things.

"You are still far away. I will talk to you when I get to that realm in the future." The old man rolled his eyes at the man, and turned his eyes back to the ring again.

"Sword Intent." Ming Qi muttered from the bottom of his heart, the Sword Intent had never been felt before.

"Yue... Yuewu has no intention, and I can't grasp the essence." Mingqi muttered to himself, although Yuewu is incomplete, but even if he masters the existing part of this skill, it is enough to improve Mingqi's strength by a large amount. Wu needs sword intent, and only by comprehending the sword intent can one comprehend its essence.

"Don't worry, why did you comprehend the power of the world? It's not just to be able to integrate the power into the attack and increase the power of the energy control skill. The path of sword intent you want to take is different from them. , Transforming sword intent, this is the highest way, if not, then the power of water and fire will not matter." 'Ming Qi' said solemnly.

"Why?" Ming asked, using the power of water and fire so far, but it has brought many advantages.

"How many times can a river be divided? If it is divided a hundred times, it will be weak and inconspicuous. The soul power of the same person will eventually show up. How much can a pair of pupils carry? What will happen if there are too many mixtures?" 'Ming Qi' said.

"It's hard to achieve." Ming Qi said.

"Well, this is not the time for you to turn the power of water and fire into sword intent. First, your sword skills have not yet reached perfection. Second, the power of water and fire is still weak. If you want to surpass others in sword intent, this is the first step. You have to be steady and let others take more steps." 'Ming Qi' said.

"So, after discussing martial arts, I will go to the Beicang Sea to understand the tide." Ming Qi made a secret decision in his heart.

"If it succeeds this time, it will be a transformation." A hint of excitement flashed in Ming Qi's eyes.

While pondering and questioning, the third round of discussing martial arts ended, and the word "discussing martial arts" in the sky expanded several times again.

"Hey, there was an interesting aura just now, I don't know who emitted it?" In the center of the word Lun Wu in the sky, a space twisted, and it swallowed the word Lun Wu.

Back then, the ragged old beggar appeared in the sky with his old canister.

This person's eyes were still foggy, as if there was an endless thick fog covering his eyes, his eyes swept towards the people below.

"It's you?" The old man stared at Xuan Meng, a glint of mist shot through his eyes, but quickly turned back to misty.

I saw Xuanmeng's body appearing in front of the old man.

"It's a pity, it's a pity! He's a swordsman." The old man sighed twice with regret on his face.

The 58 instructors were still sitting on the stone seat, turning a blind eye to the appearance of the old man.

"Wait, there is one, there is one, hahaha." Looking at it, he suddenly laughed wildly.

Then his eyes swept across, and in the sky, the gray-haired man who was the leader of Jieyu City's disciples was moved to the sky by his gaze. Xuanmeng glanced at the gray-haired man beside him, and sank away. The old man seemed to be interested in him too. No interest, no embarrassment.

"You are willing to worship me as your teacher!" the old man said with a smile.

"I don't want to, I have been taught by Jie." The grey-haired man's face was solemn, and a ray of light shot out from the blurred eyes of the old man made his heart tremble. It was a saber intent, a truly domineering saber intent, a A sword intent so overbearing that one can't help but tremble in the soul! . . . . . . . . . . . . . .