Spirit Sword Sovereign

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Finally, Huang Ting slowly opened his eyes.

An electric spur was instantly shot out of Huang Ting's eyes.

Taking a long breath, Huang Ting silently extended his right hand and grabbed the iron sword lying on his knee.

At the beginning, Huang Ting was still subconscious, according to the hard work of the past sixty years, grabbed the sword.

However, feeling his sword-holding attitude, Huang Ting frowned.

First, his hands are too stiff ...

Although according to his understanding in the past, only by holding the sword tightly can he give off strength.

But in fact, the tighter the grip, the less likely it is to hold.

Especially when fighting against each other and colliding with each other, the tighter the grip, the more difficult it is to hold.

On the contrary, the hand holding the sword is slightly loosened to give the hilt a little room to move, but it helps to hold the sword.

In the past three years, Huang Ting has used numerous picks to smash the rocks in the soil layer.

In the process of hitting the rock, your hands cannot be held too tight.

Otherwise, it ’s one thing to hold.

The key is that once the grip is too tight, the anti-shock force is too strong!

As soon as he got his head down, the stone didn't matter. His hands were cracked, blood flowing!

And if you only hold the pick handle half tight and half loose, you can easily eliminate all the anti-shock forces.

Even if ten pieces and a hundred pieces of stone are broken, the body will not suffer much impact and shock.

Secondly, his wrist is too rigid.

According to his previous understanding, the wrist must be strong enough to transmit power to the sword.

But from now on, after labor practice, his idea has been overthrown.

Lethal force is undesirable. The more dead the wrist, the more power is transferred to the tool.

Moreover, the wrist is too dead, which will greatly reduce the accuracy and flexibility of the tool. The moves are easy to use and the sword is too easy to judge.

Only if the wrist is alive, the sword is flexible enough, and the sword moves are even more unpredictable.

Once the wrist is too dead, it is too clumsy and too superficial.

Quickly thinking ...

Huang Ting started from the right hand, along the wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm, shoulder ...

With the slight adjustment everywhere, Huang Ting's whole person changed dramatically in an instant.

From the fingertips to the heels, although Huang Ting adjusts everything, it's not very big, even only a little.

But when the whole body was adjusted, everything in Huang Ting became very different.

With a wave of a smile, Chu Xingyun took out a large mirror and stood in front of Huang Ting. He smiled and said, "Look ... This is your biggest gain in the past three years!"

what! This……

Looking at the big mirror in front of him, Yuan Yuan Yuezhi, a master figure, Huang Ting's eyes suddenly widened ...

As soon as the so-called expert makes a shot, he will know if there is.

The real masters may not look like mountains or dew.

But once the weapon was pulled out, the temperament of the whole person was very different in an instant.

Generally speaking, the world has named this change-master style!

The so-called, is the mule is the horse, pull out yoyo!

In the past, what Huang Ting most envied was the unique style of those masters.

Although Huang Ting has always been learning, he even thinks he learns a lot.

But every time I look in the mirror and look at my style, there is always a big gap.

Huang Ting used to be like a farmer when he didn't draw his sword.

Even if the sword is pulled out, it is nothing more than an armed murderer.

All over the body, there is no so-called master style.

But now, in only three years, he seems to be reborn and has the style of a master!

Most importantly, Huang Ting knows ...

This so-called master style is not a flowery shelf, nor is it just for good-looking.

The so-called master style represents the monk's understanding of martial arts and a sign of strength.

It's a monk's understanding of martial arts, a special symbol that appears only after reaching a state.

Huang Ting, he just knew what to do, but he didn't know why.

Although the surface looks basically like Jiucheng.

But no matter how it looks, it is just a form, not a god!

From now on, Huang Ting is actually not as good as the original standard in appearance.

The loose sword carries the sword, which is not as strong and capable as the original.

But the master style that exudes from the inside out, even if he is a farmer attire, can't hide it.

At this moment, although Huang Ting is dressed in a farmer's costume, but standing under the sword, his whole body exudes a style of king!

Faced with this kind of Huang Ting, there is absolutely no one, dare to underestimate him, and no one dares to mock him in person.

Looking at Huang Ting's horrified expression, Chu Xingyun smiled indifferently and continued: "Don't hurry and be happy, next ... you slowly show the lonely nine swords."

After a pause, Chu Xingyun continued: "Attention should be paid to the use of various agricultural tools and instruments in daily life and work."

Don't treat a sword as a weapon, it is a tool, a tool with a special shape that helps you complete some work and achieve some goals.

Facing Chu Xingyun's words, Huang Ting's mouth raised a smile of enlightenment.

If the sword is used as a tool, how should the hand move if the sword is so stabbed?

In thought, Huang Ting slowly stabbed a sword, then two swords, three swords ...

Under everyone's attention, Huang Ting pierced hundreds of swords at a slow speed.

After hundreds of swords were stabbed in succession, Huang Ting did not continue, but held the sword, his eyes closed slightly, and he pondered.

Time is passing by every minute ...

Finally, Huang Ting slowly opened his eyes. The sword in his right hand seemed to be slow and fast.

Woo ...

Along with Huang Ting's sword stabbing, a whine of whimper suddenly roared.

An invisible ripple waved from the sword in Huang Ting's hands.

The surrounding walls, as well as the ground, seemed to be responding to the sword, trembling.

Stop it ...

Seeing this scene, Chu Xingyun spoke to stop Huang Ting.

Hearing Chu Xingyun's words, Huang Ting finally stopped.

The doubtful Chao Chu Xingyun looked over, Huang Ting didn't know, why the master interrupted his comprehension of Kendo!

Looking at Huang Ting's puzzled expression, Chu Xingyun pointed at the ground with a smile, and said to the surrounding walls: "I don't want to stop you, but if you continue, it will be completely destroyed!"

Yep?

Hearing Chu Xingyun's words, Huang Ting could not help turning his head and looked around.

As far as I can see, the ground beneath the feet and the surrounding walls, I don't know when they are already covered with dense cracks like spider webs.

Recalling that just now, when he stabbed with a sword, it seemed that the world and earth shook with it, and he also made a wailing sob ...

However, all his energy now is sealed by the master. Without any energy, it can resonate with the world, this ...