Super Dragon Evolution Chapter 1218: Swordsman genius

Sword practice is divided into three realms.

Swordsmanship, swordsmanship and kendo.

Swordsmanship: As the name suggests, it is the method of practicing swordsmanship.

It is the most basic thing to practice sword.

For example, one move, one move, what kind of action essentials, etc., these are all just swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship: When you dance a sword, it can already be called a skill.

Any category that can be called a technique is already a very strong master.

In today's world, the swords that these people practice, even the strongest swordsmen, can only be called swordsmanship.

But Kendo is different.

Anything, once it can be called Tao, it means that it is the most powerful and most powerful existence.

Swordsmanship is the method of practicing swords, blending with all things in nature and the way of heaven.

That is the strongest sword.

And the sword demon Dugu prayed for death, and reached the realm of kendo.

Of course, all this knowledge was told to Wen Zilong by the sword demon.

For the entire sixth-degree sector at present, I only know that there are swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but I don't know what kind of kendo.

Wen Zilong was a little drowsy listening to this knowledge.

It's like taking a theory class.

But at this time, he can't afford to be injured and has been working continuously for more than 20 hours, so he must take a break.

So Wen Zilong also got up.

I have been in "retreat" for thirteen days and went out for activities.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be moldy.

Have lunch.

I had nothing to do and slipped into the square where I was practicing swordsman.

At this time, hundreds of disciples were already practicing swords in the square.

When these disciples saw Wen Zilong, they all had envy in their eyes.

Although the island owner deliberately kept secrets, they still don't know that Wen Zilong has obtained two divine swords.

But they knew that Wen Zilong had already broken through to the fourth floor.

In just a few days, breaking through the fourth floor, so talented, made all the disciples embarrassed.

At this time, seeing Wen Zilong coming, they greeted Wen Zilong one after another.

"Brother Wen, you are here."

"Brother Wen, come to practice sword?"

"Hello, Brother Wen."

Wen Zilong nodded to them.

At the same time, Wen Zilong suddenly felt a little strange.

I felt it carefully, and felt that something was entering my body.

The Sword-breaking Qi in the body is absorbing these things.

Wen Zilong can't see it, but can feel it.

He moved in his heart and asked the sword demon:

"What's the matter?"

Sword Demon smiled and replied:

"I said that you use your body to accumulate sword energy. Do you think you really use your body to accumulate? To put it bluntly, your body is just a container for the sword energy of the broken army. Qi is naturally cultivated with sword aura. Now so many people on the square are practicing swords here, more or less, they have a bit of sword fart. Po Jun is absorbing their sword fart to cultivate himself."

"Sword fart?"

Wen Zilong smiled.

"The things that their swords exude, compared with my broken army, isn't it a big fart?"

Wen Zilong thought for a while and asked:

"In this way, the broken army can grow rapidly?"

Sword Demon replied:

"Yes. Sword spirit is a very sacred thing."

"It's not that you just swing a sword casually, and the energy that you bring out is sword aura. The sword aura I call can only be produced by a kendo master who has practiced for at least ten thousand years. It will follow a kendo master for a lifetime . It’s even more important than the life of a kendo master. The sword qi is in the people, and when the sword qi is scattered, people die."

Then the sword demon said again:

"Don't go back, absorb the sword fart here. Breaking the army is too weak now. It must absorb the sword fart as soon as possible and grow up. If you are fine in the future, come here to absorb the sword fart."

"All right."

Wen Zilong responded.

I came to the east side of the square, in the shade under the big tree.

At this time, the hundreds of disciples in the square were sweating like rain.

Practicing the sword over and over again.

Wen Zilong yawned with a small breeze, and saw that he was falling asleep again.

Sleep, the more you sleep, the sleepier he gets.

The more you sleep, the more you want to sleep.

The Lord Ye Island has also arrived at this time.

Every month on the 10th and 20th of each month, Lord Ye Dao takes time to teach these core disciples.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a disciple under the shade of the tree.

The other disciples were sweating like rain, and this guy was lying on a rock in the shade of the tree, and was about to fall asleep.

He suddenly became angry.

"That disciple under the shade of the tree, get me here!"

The sound is like thunder.

All the disciples were taken aback.

You know, although Ye Dao Master's temper is not bad, it's not very good either.

Especially when dealing with those lazy disciples, there is no trace of good face.

Even his direct disciples are the same.

Today, Brother Wen, I am afraid that he will suffer.

Under the shade of the tree, Wen Zilong heard the roar, raised his head slightly, and looked over there.

The next moment, Island Master Na Ye saw that it was Wen Zilong, and his anger disappeared.

Replaced by surprise:

"Wen Zilong, are you leaving the customs so soon?"

While speaking, he walked towards Wen Zilong quickly.

All the disciples present are a black line.

Lord Ye Island, we know he has talent.

He is a genius.

He can break through to the fourth floor in a few days.

We all admire him too.

Island Lord Ye, can you have a bottom line?

Who said that if you don't work hard, get out of me to do handyman?

Who said that in front of him, everyone is treated equally?

Who said that no matter how talented you are, not working hard is rubbish?

What about now?

Lord Ye Island, you have changed.

Lord Ye Dao naturally also felt everyone's gaze. He suddenly turned his head and looked at these disciples:

"Why don't you look at it, don't you practice swords well? People who don't work hard are rubbish!"

Disciples: "..."

When Ye Daozhu turned his head to face Wen Zilong, a smile appeared on his face again.

"Wen Zilong, coming out so soon, is it too boring to retreat? It’s okay to come out to breathe. By the way, you’re going to retreat this time, and the harvest is not small. One more year...oh no, half a year, should be Break through to the eighth floor, right?"

Wen Zilong shrugged: "In another half a year, I should be able to break through the nine floors."

"What?!"

Island Lord Ye, who just sat on the rock, stood up.

All the disciples who were practicing swords were taken aback.

I don't know what happened.

In spite of the image, the master Ye Dao said in shock: "This is only 13 days, and has broken through the eighth floor?"

Wen Zilong looked around and saw that everyone was looking at himself and Ye Daozhu.

He said: "Lord Ye Island, keep your voice down."

The main voice of Ye Dao has been lowered, but in the square that has been quiet at this time, it still appears loud:

"It took less than 20 days to reach the eighth floor!?"

Wen Zilong is a bit speechless:

"Lord Ye Island, can't you let me keep a low profile?"

At this moment, all the disciples are stupid.

Everyone was stunned, motionless.

I haven't slowed down for a long time.

After all, it took less than twenty days to break through to the eighth floor.

It was too shocking.