Punch a sword?

Qingfeng's eyebrows trembled slightly, without refuting, he stood up, his wrist trembled, and a short sword about 75 centimeters long appeared in his hand.

This move alone proves that he has reached the realm of complete integration with hunting tools. In terms of the hierarchy of the demon hunting system, it is the elite level. However, since the other party is the general manager, he should have a title after all, right?

But Feng Xue was still a remnant of the old era after all. It was natural for him to be able to get magic weapons into his body, but he did not show any special emotions.

Qingfeng didn't care about Feng Xue's reaction. Standing up straight, unlike the standard Su Zhen of Japanese swordsmanship, the routines of Chinese swordsmanship are often accompanied by footwork and body skills. Sword skills are body skills, agility and change, which is the characteristic of a swordsmanship.

Therefore, if you let a person stab a sword, his first reaction is to be confused, and then he starts to think about how to pick up a stab alone.

However, Qingfeng did not take out a single move to perform, but instead made an upward move.

As his left foot stepped out, his waist also turned, and as his arms stretched, a pleasant sound of sword sounded in his ears.

It is crisp and short, and it can be seen that the power has reached the tip of the sword.

But Feng Xue had already stood up, gently pressed his knees with her toes and pushed them forward about one centimeter:

"Press down a little, and the waist can exert more strength."

"???" Qing Feng didn't even have time to think about where to press down on this little bit, and his mind was thinking about how Feng Xue, who was clearly in front of him, got behind him.

However, I can't figure it out just by thinking about this kind of thing. Fortunately, there is a surveillance monitor in this room, so I'll check it later.

Following Feng Xue's strength, he slightly lowered his knees a little. Before he could finish his sword, his wrist was lowered by a trace of cold feeling.

"Here comes again! When did this guy draw his sword?"

Even when Qingfeng fought against the demons of the hundred ghosts alone, he did not have this strange sense of powerlessness, because he could not catch Feng Xue's movements at all. Every time he reacted, he had already influenced himself.

There were fifty-seven places, just one step up and flat thorn. In the traditional swordsmanship illustration, there was probably a name like "The White Clouds" and "Feng Xue picked out fifty-seven places to improve.

However, compared with the more than 170 details of Zero Yi, Qingfeng's spike was obviously more mature.

However, maturity means it is more difficult to correct.

Qingfeng stabbed several swords in succession according to Feng Xue's guidance, but he always felt very awkward. However, in this awkwardness, he could feel that his mastery of the sword was increasing.

After all, the realm of him and Lingyi is different. After Feng Xue's guidance, Lingyi had no idea of ​​the results obtained after improvement, but Qingfeng could vaguely sense the subtle improvement he had obtained when he set out his sword.

"Can you tailor a suitable sword technique for everyone? And let this sword technique refine sword energy?" Although Qing Feng was talking, the short sword in his hand was still stabbed out, trying to remember Feng Xue's improved move. Although you can check and monitor it later, if some things are not familiar with as soon as possible, they will be deviated by their daily habits.

"It's not a set, it's just this action." Feng Xue directly denied:

"According to the information obtained from Shanhe Sword, the focus of the Qingcheng sword technique I practiced is not sword technique, but sword intent. Through a specific action, cultivate the feeling of sword, and at the same time polish your own spirit, so that the power of the spirit is biased towards the power of the sword, and finally form the sword of intention. How do you say it..."

Speaking of this, Feng Xuegu thought about it as a difficult thing, and then as if she really couldn't find a solution, she finally gritted her teeth, stretched out her right hand, and held it slightly.

Just one move, Qingfeng showed a clear look of surprise for the first time.

Because Feng Xue obviously did not have a sword in her hand, but when he held his right hand in vain, he felt that there should be a sword there.

Not only that, he could even see the length of the sword, the color of the sword, and even the light that looked like water on the blade.

It's like I'm hitting an illusion!

"Is this the sword intent?" Qingfeng had a sense of pilgrimage to witness myths, and Feng Xue just smiled and said:

"To be precise, it is the Idiotic Sword. What you see is the sword condensed by my consciousness. Even if you don't need to hunt tools, you can kill the alien demons by just this will. In other words, this is the fundamental reason why the Shanhe Sword can kill the alien demons."

"You mean, the Shanhe Sword was cast with the Intention Sword?" Qing Feng's excitement was quickly calmed down. Although Feng Xue was very cooperative, he still wanted to take out more details.

"Wait a moment." Feng Xue gently kicked his suitcase. With a series of technological deformations, Qingfeng's pupils suddenly contracted like a needle tip.

Because the black long sword Feng Xue was holding at this time was completely like a mountain and river sword, and even the sword inscriptions and painting styles on it were quite similar. If he hadn't seen the deformed hunting tool with his own eyes and told him that it was an authentic mountain and river sword, he would have believed it without doubt.

"I had been involved in a battle between a hundred ghost-level demons before. When facing countless demon clones alone, I realized the essence of some of the spirit swords. After the battle, my hunting tools became like this." Feng Xue said nine points real and one point fake, and handed them to Qingfeng to see.

Qingfeng took the Qingshi sword with both hands and felt the sharpness conveyed from it. An indescribable feeling seemed to begin to spread in his body.

The essence of the Shanhe Sword killing the alien demon is the power of will. This is a fact that has long been recognized, and Feng Xue's answer is consistent with all the current research results.

This is not a lie, and there is no need for him to lie like this.

only.

The practice of this Intentional Sword is a bit troublesome.

After all, based on Feng Xue's previous guidance, this guidance is not a routine model, but requires targeted corrections based on each person's differences, which directly reduces the popularization ability of this technology to an extremely low standard.

And once Feng Xue has an accident, this technology will be lost again.

At this moment, Qingfeng had the idea of ​​banning Feng Xue as a living secret in his heart.

But in the end, I gave up because this guidance is only possible if the other party is willing. Otherwise, as long as the other party gestures for a few casual gestures, you may not realize that you have been fooled until the end.

After thinking for a moment, he asked again:
Chapter completed!