The Spiritual Energy Revives And I Awaken The Kendo System

"Okay, then I will pass on my Seventy-Three Swords to you. I will demonstrate it first, so you can watch it." Seventy-Three grinned. Then he untied the cloth bag on his back, and Qu Meng discovered that it was a long sword covered in green.

I saw Seventy-Three holding a long sword in his hand. Every move seemed to be as if the whole person and the sword were one. There were no fancy and superfluous movements. Each sword was a killing skill honed between life and death. Sword to sword Take it, move with killing intent. Qu Meng couldn't help but be curious about his master's past.

After finishing the demonstration of the Seventy Swords, Seventy-Three stopped and slowly said to Qu Meng: "You have to practice the first seventy swords first, and then I will teach you the last three swords. This sword of mine is different from the others." It’s different, it looks simple, but its moves are deadly.”

"Okay, I understand." Qu Meng called out the Hanche Sword and held it in his hand, then began to swing it with the sword Seventy-Three in his memory. Every move seems to contain some of Seventy-Three's sword intentions. Seventy-three looked at Qu Meng with more and more wonderful eyes. Seventy-three truly felt that Qu Meng was a good prospect. If he could reach this level just by looking at him once, his future attainments in swordsmanship would definitely far exceed his own.

After completing a set of sword moves, Qi San went up to point out the shortcomings and demonstrate them one by one. Qu Meng listened carefully to Qi San's teachings. After training again and again, the sword moves improved rapidly. The two of them have been doing this since dawn. It was dark after practice, and at night Seventy-Three and Qu Meng randomly found a hotel to stay.

Early the next morning, Qi San called Qu Meng up and threw him a bun. Qu Meng caught the flying bun in a daze and followed Qi San who was nibbling on the bun. Qu’s dream of walking while facing the back illustrates the importance of going to bed early and getting up early.

Not long after, the two came to the place where they trained yesterday. Qi San picked up a wooden stick and said to Qu Meng, "Let's practice sparring today to check your actual combat experience."

"Master, are you going to hit me with a wooden stick?" Qu Meng glanced at the straight wooden stick in Qi San's hand. Although it looked like a sword, it couldn't be fought with a sword.

"Oh? I don't believe in your master's level. Come on, let me fight first." Seventy-three waved to Qu Meng with a stick in hand.

Seeing this, Qu Meng didn't hesitate at all. He raised his sword and rushed over. When he thrust out the sword, he stabbed his mouth. He felt a stick on his back. Qu Meng turned around and looked around. It turned out to be Seventy-Three. At that time, he had already run behind Qu Meng. Qu Meng turned around and launched several attacks again, but each time it was like hitting cotton. It was clear that the opponent was just holding a stick, but he neutralized all his attacks. Qu Meng was a little agitated. Puzzled.

"I'm going to be serious, Master." Qu Meng shouted, and slashed out with a sword made of ice and snow. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Seventy-Three raised his stick to block it. Qu Meng smiled slightly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers to activate the Ice Explosion Technique. The frost on the stick exploded and smoke filled the air, blowing the stick away. Seeing that the plan was successful, Qu Meng slowly walked towards the smoke, wanting to show off.

At this moment, a figure rushed out of the smoke, grabbed Qu Meng with one hand, turned his fist into a palm and put it on Qu Meng's neck. Seventy-three laughed and said: "Okay, but I still can't compare with you. Master." Qu Meng glanced at Seventy-Three helplessly.

"Come again." Qu Meng said. This time Qi San took out the sword. He didn't want to suffer the loss of the weapon again. The two started fierce sparring again. Every time, Qu Meng's experience increased. Suddenly Qu Meng put away his sword. Seeing this, Seventy-Three also put away his sword and looked at Qu Meng. Qu Meng sat down and started running the inheritance of swordsmanship. Just now he I felt as if I had grasped a hint of sword intention again.

As time went by, the aura on Qu Meng's body continued to rise, and then slowly stopped. During the battle, Qu Meng realized a trace of the true meaning of the sword, and broke through to the great perfection of the human spirit realm.