Chapter 14 The Sword Drawing Technique
Yang Qingyun did not know the sighs and surprises of the villagers.
At this time, he had already learned something about the situation on the Black Wind Stronghold from the remaining prisoners of the Black Wind Bandits who had deposited their weapons.
"According to the descriptions of these people, the leader of Black Wind Village, Jin Yan Biao, is probably at the Body Tempering Realm level!"
Yang Qingyun pondered in his heart,
He frowned slightly.
Quenching state, Although looking at the entire Southern Wilderness martial arts world, they are only third-rate masters.
But within the confines of this village and town,
It’s enough to be considered a master who dominates one side! "Compared to the entry, the Tempered Body Mirror has undergone a qualitative change. Qi and blood have begun to penetrate into the tempered body's bones for tempering and improvement, so that under the burst of Qi and blood, it is difficult for mortal swords to hurt."
"Copper skin and iron bones are the symbol of this realm."
"If you master one or two more martial arts, the power you can unleash will be even more terrifying!"
"In the old era before the spiritual energy was revived, Body Tempering Realm warriors were already able to rank high. This is precisely why."
"Before the energy and blood are exhausted, an army composed of ordinary mortals will not be able to pose much of a threat to the warriors in the Body Tempering Realm!"
For a time,
Yang Qingyun also felt that it was a bit difficult.
No matter how solid his foundation is, his martial arts skills are just his first entry after all!
Facing an enemy who has already undergone a qualitative change in the body tempering realm, he is almost crossing a huge realm.
Even if this gap can be smoothed out through the peak skills and experience accumulated in the past 30 years, fighting will not be easy! not to mention, Yang Qingyun, who had just entered the country, had not yet re-trained in martial arts, and the acupuncture points on his hands and feet for performing martial arts had not been opened.
This further limits his strength!
"Although I am confident that I can win, after all, there is a big difference, and it will definitely take a long time to break the opponent's defense!"
"But that move might work."
Yang Qingyun looked at the long knife in his hand, and an idea suddenly occurred to him.
The battle just now, He already has a clear understanding of the way forward for his sword.
For the clarity of the road ahead,
This gave Yang Qingyun an idea in his heart.
An idea to use the insights gained from the last battle on the art of swordsmanship! "Perhaps, I can do this."
Yang Qingyun pondered.
After escaping from the White Feather Sect's mine in his previous life, he struggled to enter the path of martial arts. The difficulties he faced were not just due to his useless qualifications.
There are also restrictions on exercises, martial arts, and various cultivation knowledge!
In this era of knowledge blockade, being able to enter the country was the result of Yang Qingyun's exhaustive efforts at that time.
Other martial arts, training experience, etc. are even more difficult to obtain.
In order to enhance his own strength, Yang Qingyun could only use the imagination from some novels he had read in his previous life to practice some techniques and enhance his ability to fight against the enemy.
In those first difficult years, he chose the simplest sword-drawing technique.
Continuously practice drawing swords every day,
Grind your teeth to support, gradually increase the amount of training from a hundred times a day, to a thousand times, and then to [-] times a day, and gradually adapt to the improvement.
After spending more than a year of unremitting training, his sword-drawing technique was finally perfected! The sword is like lightning, cold light flashed, The blade kills everyone!
That Dacheng sword-drawing technique eventually became the first trump card that Yang Qingyun in his previous life could rely on on his way to rise! This opened the way to his subsequent rise.
After that, he continued to practice drawing swords unremittingly, which later laid the foundation for him to earn the title of Lightning Knife!
Now he is reborn,
Although this body does not have the muscle memory of hundreds of millions of exercises in the previous life, the understanding of the sword drawing technique is still deeply ingrained in the memory! "Hide the sword into its sheath and sharpen its edge."
"Until the moment when the sword is drawn, the suppressed edge explodes, unleashing the most terrifying lethality!"
"Perhaps, I can use the sword-drawing technique from my previous life as a basis to cultivate all the energy and blood in my body and the indomitable momentum of the sword in my heart. Until the moment I draw the sword, just like the sword-drawing technique, I can instantly use up all my savings. The energy and blood that came down burst out!"
"Moreover, cultivating the power of the sword and understanding the power of the sword may help me explore a higher level of sword path!"
Yang Qingyun's pupils shone with light.
Without delaying immediately, he sat down cross-legged, put the long knife in his hand into the scabbard, placed it across his knees, closed his eyes tightly, and began to try to realize his idea.
If it were someone else, even if they had such an idea, it might not be easy to take action without sufficient knowledge accumulation.
It would take a year or two to perfect.
But Yang Qingyun, who has 30 years of memories from his previous life and can be regarded as well-informed, happens to have such a sufficient accumulation of knowledge!Especially in the future, the revival of spiritual energy and the invasion of Xuantian Realm will also bring some new knowledge and concepts.
These advantages,
Far from what others can compare with! According to Yang Qingyun's estimation, it would only take about a day or two for him to perfect his idea.
Two days later, black wind mountain, The open space in the village was crowded with people.
The two parties are confronting each other.
One party was wearing different clothes, and the crowd was passionate and in high spirits.
It was headed by Zhou Weilong, the disciples of Weilong Martial Arts School in Huangshi Town, and many good deeds in the town, and the team composed of passionate and righteous men went to Black Wind Mountain to ask for an explanation.
When someone takes the lead, and it's also the town's masters who take the lead, there's never a shortage of people joining in the fun.
The other party, It was the dark-eyed head of Heifeng Village, Jin Yan Biao, and the Heifeng bandit behind him who was suppressing his anger.
"So, what do you want to do with your stay?"
On the golden-eyed face full of flesh, the muscles twitched slightly, and he tried his best to endure, and his voice was cold.
"Master, it's not that we're here to cause trouble, it's that you're not doing this properly. Those dozen or so villages also give you Heifeng Village a lot of money during festivals. For more than ten years, they have always been respectful and obedient. , have you ever had any intention of going against you?"
"But now you don't give any reason, and you destroy villages and kill people if you don't agree with me. This matter needs to be explained to some extent."
"Those fellow villagers cannot die in vain like this!"
Zhou Weilong, who was sitting on the guest chair, picked up the tea cup on the table next to him, took a reserved sip of tea, and said calmly.
"Ha, so what do you want to explain?"
The golden-eyed Biao sneered on his sinister face, but he smiled in anger.
But before he gets angry,
at this time,
A black storm thief ran over from a distance with a pale face and staggered on his feet. Regardless of the surprised looks of everyone around him, he almost crawled to Jinyan Biao's side and whispered something in his ear.
Everyone clearly saw Zhou Weilong, The moment the Black Wind Thief finished speaking, blue veins popped up on Jinyan Biao's forehead. It seemed that he heard something that made him extremely angry. His huge fists were clenched tightly, making a cracking sound, and the muscles in his body almost collapsed together at this moment! Zhou Weilong and everyone looked at each other, wondering what happened.
Until a long moment,
The Black Wind Thief retreated in fear. Jinyan Biao still sat in the front seat without saying a word.
"Master, what do you think?"
Seeing that Jinyan Biao didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Weilong asked tentatively.
Jin Yanbiao sat on the chair and did not answer Zhou Weilong's words, but seemed to be talking to himself:
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have wasted time here with you trash!"
At this moment, his face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water, his teeth were so tense that his voice almost sounded like it was squeezed out from his teeth! The lowered head caused a shadow to cover his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
"Jinyanbiao, what do you mean?"
Zhou Weilong's expression changed when he heard this, he slammed the table and cursed loudly.
"Sorry, I'm not targeting you, I mean, every one of you here is trash!"
Jin Yanbiao stretched out his index finger, pointing condescendingly at Zhou Weilong and the people behind him,
Say it every word! "Jin Yan Biao! Are you looking for death?"
Zhou Weilong smashed the table with his palm, stood up with a whoosh, pointed at Jin Yanbiao opposite and cursed loudly.
"Yeah, so what?"
His golden eyes were full of ridicule.
"Come on, hit me!"
"Don't be like a bitch, whining there!"
Right now,
Even a person with the best temper may not be able to bear it!
People from Zhou Weilong’s side, They all exploded! "You're a golden-eyed Biao, but you're just a gangster, so arrogant!"
"Enter Master Zhou! Let this country gangster see the power of our heroes in Huangshi Town!"
The crowd was filled with indignation and shouted and cursed.
Zhou Weilong also had an angry look on his face and said coldly: "Okay! Jinyan Biao, you asked for this!"
(End of this chapter)