Sword God

I opened the door and walked in. It was a boxy room with no tables and no chairs. There was a futon on the ground. An unrolled picture was hanging on the wall five meters apart. It was two meters long and one meter wide. On the wall on the left, the pattern of the sword hangs a long timed water leak.

Chen Zong's sight was immediately attracted, step by step, sitting on a futon.

"Zhongshan Sword Illustration ..." Chen Zong read the four black fonts at the top of the sword, one by one, each with a thick pen and ink, three points through the paper, and implied sharpness and extraordinary momentum.

"Is this the picture of the refining sword left by the real person of Zhongshan?"

One of the seven ancestors of the Palace of True Sword Academy, one of them is Chongshan. Before the seventh of Zhenwu Realm, it was called the Chongshan Swordsman. After reaching the seventh of Zhenwu Realm, they were real people of Chongshan.

If this pair of refining sword images is reserved by the real person of Zhongshan, then the other six refining sword images in the refining room are also reserved by the other six ancestors of the palace.

Time is precious. Chen Zong first closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and became long and slow. The thoughts in his brain were eliminated, the entire person calmed down completely, and his mental will was also highly concentrated.

Eyelids lifted, a ray of sharpness burst out from the pupil, approaching the figure of the heavy mountain sword.

The sword painted on the sword picture is black, wide and thick. It is a epee, very realistic, and the details are perfect and lifelike, as if it is really a black epee inlaid on it.

I do n’t know if it is because of the strong spiritual will of Chen Zong, or the mystery of the sword figure of Zhongshan. After three breaths, Chen Zong immediately felt that the sword figure of Zhongshan under the eyes of his eyes changed.

It slowly became twisted, and then the black epee seemed to break away from the sword figure, exuding terrible sword pressure.

heavy!

Like a mountain cracked down.

Edge!

There is a sharp edge in the heavy, like a mountain made of countless swords, a sword mountain.

Chen Zong's pupils shrank endlessly, and he was almost forced to look away. Fortunately, his spiritual will far outweighed the Qi and Blood Warriors, and he was no worse than the Jing Jing Warriors. Some warriors.

The heavy mountain sword chart continuously emits heavy and sharp sword pressure, turning it into an invisible sword spirit, one by one, towards Chen Zong, chopping on Chen Zong's spiritual will, there is a feeling of being torn and chopped, so that Chen Zong thought of the great horror that had previously fought against the horrible will of the ancient monster Beast Red Gold Saber-toothed Tiger.

Feeling his own spiritual will, under the pressure of the black epee sword, it was crumbling and almost shattered into innumerable numbers. Chen Zong not only didn't panic, but was wary.

"I mean like swords and hard work!"

"No matter how strong your sword pressure is, you can only condense my will."

"A hundred smelts into iron, a thousand smelts into steel!"

This is a confrontation on the level of spiritual will, which is more stressful than facing the Glamorous Wolf King.

The sword pressure emanating from the heavy mountain sword map was as heavy as a mountain, pressed on the spiritual will, so that Chen Zong felt unable to breathe. The whole person seemed to be forced into the ground and into the endless abyss, and perpetuated.

This is the destruction of spiritual will and the sharpening of spiritual will.

With all my heart, keep my will, and fight against it.

Everything disappeared all around, except for the horrible black epee in front of him. As time passed, Chen Zong felt that the sword pressure emitted by the black epee seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

In fact, it is not that the pressure of the black epee is getting stronger and stronger, but that Chen Zong's spiritual will is constantly consumed and weakened in the confrontation.

"No, you have to stop."

"No, I can still, keep going."

"No, keep going, my mental will may collapse and be wounded, and it will take a long time to recover."

"No, I haven't reached my limit yet, and I can continue to bear it."

Between shaking and firmness over and over again, Chen Zong kept on fighting and insisting, his mental will was constantly consumed, and he was also unknowingly tempered.

It seems like a lot of hard work to remove impurities.

I don't know how long it has been in the past. Chen Zong knows that he has really reached his limit. It is not an illusion. Continued confrontation will only cause damage to spiritual will.

Closing my eyes, a sore and aching sensation permeated. The eyes were swollen and very uncomfortable, but everything in front of me disappeared. Chen Zong's mind was drowsy, which was the consequence of the exhaustion of spiritual will.

No idea, just sit and let the spirit recover.

The full body of Qi and Blood showed a stunning effect once again. The spiritual will recovered at an extraordinary speed, only about a quarter of an hour later, the groggy feeling completely disappeared, and the stinging and swollen eyes also recovered. .

"This feeling……"

"Spiritual will has been condensed a lot, and it has become more harmonious, and it seems to have been strengthened."

Chen Zong's face was bright, and the effect of watching the refining sword figure was more obvious than he thought.

"A few more times, maybe the spiritual will will converge."

"I don't know how long I persisted?" Secretly, Chen Zong looked at the timing water leak on the left. For the past half an hour or so, he closed his eyes when he ended the confrontation and went dim and did not look. I think there should be no less than a quarter of an hour.

With a touch of joy, Chen Zong got up. Although the spirit will recover more than half, it is not suitable to continue to watch the sword of refining sword, so that the spirit will have a full rest before returning.

"Brother Chen, how do you feel?" He Tielin saw Chen Zong come out, his face paled slightly, and asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Chen Zong smiled. "Thank you Brother He for your concern."

"How long?" He Tielin asked again.

"Dizzy and unable to pay attention." Chen Zong also responded: "Brother He, I leave first and go back to rest."

"It's impossible to persist for a quarter of an hour in terms of qi and blood." Looking at Chen Zong's back, He Tielin whispered to himself, his eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance: "However, he can obtain formal disciple qualifications, which is better than most Qi and blood are stronger, and the spiritual will will be stronger. Even if it is not as good as practicing, there will not be a big gap. Such people have great potential and are worth me to make friends. "

After the spiritual will is completely restored, Chen Zong can feel the improvement of the spiritual will.

On the third day, Chen Zong went to Lianyitang again, or was managed by He Tielin.

"Brother Chen, it is said that each time you watch a different sword, the tempering effect on spiritual will will be better." He Tielin laughed.

After paying 100,000 Baiyu money, Chen Zong entered the refining room again, but this time he entered another room.

"Jin Feng sword figure ..."

"This should be left behind by Jin Feng."

The sword on the Jin Feng Sword chart is full-body golden, and its length is about the same as that of the heavy mountain sword chart, but the narrow blade of the sword body is extremely sharp, revealing a kind of sharp and sharp blade, as if there is nothing in the world that can block its sharpness.

Watching Jin Feng's sword picture and watching the heavy mountain sword picture are completely different. It seems to be pierced and cut again and again by the sharp sword, the spiritual will is like Ling Chi, the pain, which cannot be described by words, almost collapses , But the effect is equally obvious.

After another day of rest, Chen Zong entered the refining room again.

This time, it wasn't the map of the heavy mountains or the sword of Jin Feng, but the map of the Xuanbing sword.

"Xuanbing sword picture?"

"Xuan Bing stayed."

"Is Xuan Bingzhen and Xuan Bingzi the same person?"

Chen Zong couldn't help but think of the "Little Sword Classic" sent by Sister Yun to himself, which was written by a master swordsman named Xuan Bingzi, but he didn't know if this Xuan Bingzi and Xuan Bingzhen were the same person.

The sword on the map of Xuanbing Sword is blue and white as if cast by ice, exuding an astonishment of coldness, as if to freeze Chen Zong's spiritual will and endure the pain of three feet of freezing.

The sword picture I watched for the fourth time is different. It is a fire sword picture. The whole body is red, like a burning sword. It makes Chen Zong feel that his spiritual will is thrown into the raging fire and burned, even with his body. The whole man is going to burn up and become ashes.

The fifth time I watched the sword is the water moon sword. It is a moon-white long sword. The sword body seems to have water waves and lifelike. Compared with the previous four swords, the water moon sword did not make Chen Zong feel the least. It ’s painful, but it makes Chen Zong the most frightened, because under the influence of the Sword of the Water Moon, Chen Zong ’s spiritual will seems to be caught in a fantasy dream.

On the danger, the five sword images should be the water sword image.

As for the other two sword drawings, Chen Zong has not yet watched it, and he does not know what it looks like, so it cannot be compared with the Shuiyue sword illustration.

Time flies. Chen Zong must take a day off after watching a sword picture from the beginning. Now he can watch it today and continue to watch it tomorrow. This represents the strengthening and integration of spiritual will.

The sixth sword picture is a hurricane sword picture, a long blue sword, and the sword's body seems to be entangled by a hurricane. Under the confrontation, Chen Zong seems to be able to hear the roar of the hurricane. Strangling.

"I feel that my spiritual will is harmonious, only one last step."

"After reading the last sword picture ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Perhaps, my spiritual will will converge, and then I will be ready to refine my inner strength."

With a secret passage, Chen Zong pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, only to find a person striding forward.

"Brother Chen Zongchen, my name is Yang Jingzhi. I'm from Liumen. After observation, I found that you are talented and qualified to join me in Liumen. I'm here to tell you." His eyes were cold, with an oppressive spirit, and his tone was resolute. There seemed to be an unquestionable power.

There are battles where there are people. This is human nature, and the warriors who control powerful forces strengthen this nature.

There are some small forces created by the disciples in the Real Sword Academy. Liumen is one of them. The Real Sword Academy does not oppose this practice. On the contrary, it thinks that this practice can better promote the competition between the disciples. .

"You only need to pay an entry fee of one million yuan of white jade. From then on, it will be my brother Liumen." After waiting for Chen Zong to answer, Yang Jingzhi said again.

Chen Zongran, it is estimated that he recently entered Lianyitang and was known. He is considered a fat sheep, and now he will come to slaughter himself.