Hearing Ou Yezi's words, Zhang Yuan almost bit his tongue, although he knew that Ou Yezi had no intention of retaliating, but the tone of that sentence was definitely a joke, the hilt of the sword was held in Ou Yezi's hand, and the space in the gap, coupled with the brilliance that made it difficult to stare, was not easy.

Zhang Yuan didn't stop, and just as he was about to take the knife in Mo Ye's hand, Ou Yezi opened his mouth and scolded: "You can't use the knife, take a new one!" ”

"Lord, catch it!" Zhang Xiu, who was standing and watching next to him, took out a dagger from his waist and threw it out.

Grabbing the thrown dagger with his right hand, Zhang Yuan glanced at Zhang Xiu, and Ou Yezi was urging again: "Hurry up, if the brilliance disappears completely, the spirituality of the sword will be completely suppressed in the sword, if you want to stimulate it again, it will be difficult!" If you don't want that, just hurry up for me, don't delay the time! ”

At this moment, Ou Yezi seemed very irritable, after fifty-nine days of hard work day and night, seeing that his hard work was about to come to fruition at this moment, it was no wonder that he was so irritable.

Zhang Yuan forgave the old man, who was obviously in anxiety, quickly pulled out the dagger, made a cut on the tip of his right finger, and a drop of blood squeezed out, Zhang Yuan found the opportunity, his mind condensed, and with a flick of his index finger, the blood beads shot out like a marble, shooting at the end of the hilt of the sword in the blink of an eye, baking in the furnace, disappearing into the hilt of the sword, leaving no trace.

"Hurry up ......!" Ou Yezi couldn't help but not even smash the hammer, the air condensed at this moment, Zhang Yuan instinctively slashed the tip of his left finger, and a drop of blood ejected out again, falling on the sword body.

Infinite light burst out in vain, the light was not dazzling, and it could even be called soft, at least. In Zhang Yuan's eyes, it is like this.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan felt a thought emerge from the depths of his mind, enlightenment, and epiphany.

Countless sword moves dangled in front of me, what I had faced in my previous life, and what I had seen in this life.

"It's ......!!"

Zhang Yuan was shocked and confused, that little bit of familiarity became more and more precipitated in his heart, real.

Unconsciously. He held the seven-foot Tianhuang sword, the Tianhuang sword had just been taken by him, and the light that was originally emitted dissipated, and the Tianhuang sword became completely dull, but. No one reacted, and everyone fell into a kind of epiphany.

Zhang Yuan felt that something was guiding him in the dark. He believes it's not a system. Because the system will not intervene in the game, then this is the Tianhuang Sword.

The sword spirit born in the heart is the most active time, and the time to communicate with the sword master is also the most smooth moment, and this feeling is over time. It will slowly weaken, and unless the sword master takes the initiative to cultivate this feeling, it will not fade or even strengthen.

Zhang Yuan had never experienced such a mysterious scene in his previous life. But it doesn't prevent him from knowing, understanding.

After the initial shock, Zhang Yuan came to his senses, and realized that time waits for no one, and he can't miss such an opportunity, isn't this the best time to establish communication with the Tianhuang Sword Spirit? If you miss it, you will have to spend ten times or a hundred times the time and energy to achieve the communication that can be easily achieved at this time.

He followed the guidance of the sword spirit, closed his eyes, and paid more attention to himself, a figure shook in his mind, the sword shadow danced repeatedly, and the sword slash was full of strange moves.

It was dreamlike, but it was very real, time seemed to have passed a year, and time seemed to have passed only a few minutes, Zhang Yuan, who was immersed in the sword, couldn't tell how long it had been, and when he woke up again, countless figures, sword shadows had disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a man holding a Tianhuang sword.

The man's face was blurred, his figure was as tall as his, he was dressed in an ordinary cloth shirt, his right hand was holding a sword in one hand, and his left hand was behind his back, suspended in the void, motionless.

The man stood there motionless, his momentum changed in vain, holding the hilt of the sword, wearing a seven-foot long sword at his waist, Ling Ran, Zhang Yuan had a feeling of facing the king, the kind of momentum that looked down on the common people, everything was in his hands, which made Zhang Yuan feel infinitely small and irresistible.

"The First Sword - King!"

A kind of enlightenment suddenly appeared in Zhang Yuan's mind, there were no words, no voice, but he understood, if he said this before, he would definitely think that the other party was joking, the king's qi from shijie, and the king's qi in the novel is many.

But when he experienced it himself, he knew that Wang Ba's anger was nothing more than a fearless spoof of the ignorant.

The momentum and pressure of the king are not nothing, but few people have experienced it personally.

This kind of momentum is not possessed out of thin air, it is not the domineering leakage detection of those traversers Long Aotian in the novel, tens of thousands of people surrendered, and countless strong people cried and shouted to be the little brother.

This kind of momentum comes from a person's self-confidence, not pride.

This is a kind of self-confidence that exudes from the bones, a kind of confidence, and heritage.

All of this comes from the strength to look down on the common people.

"Second Sword - Ren!"

The benevolent person is invincible, the person's momentum changes again, if it is said that the pressure just now is the self-confidence of the other party, those who are benevolent at this time, benevolence is the benevolent and righteous person, and at the same time, it also makes people in front of him, involuntarily produce a feeling of inferiority and inability to face, as if in front of the other party, he is a filthy and sinful person.

is as strong as Zhang Yuan, at this moment, his heart couldn't help but shake slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Benevolence, worthy of benevolence, is this the invincible benevolence?" The soldier who surrenders without a fight, Tianhuang Sword is worthy of being the sword of righteousness and light, which is automatically derived from my memory, and is full of the meaning of righteousness and light. ”

"The Third Sword - Xian!"

Wang Jian makes people surrender willingly.

The sword of benevolence makes people's hearts humble and dare not look at the repentance, reverence.

The third sword, the sword of the sage, makes people have a sense of being tolerated and understanding, and it seems that those who believe in Buddhism let go of all the obsessions in their hearts and follow each other on the path of Buddhism.

"The three swords are all overwhelming people with power, three different sword momentums, but all of them point to people's hearts!"

In a trance, Zhang Yuan came to his senses, and he felt infinite emotion, the most important thing in any martial arts is momentum. There is no momentum, you can easily see through, there is no momentum, there is no move, there is no trick but there is a move, when you face it, you can obviously avoid it, but you find that you can't dodge it, this is the highest state of martial arts.

"The Fourth Sword - Ba!"

The man's sword had been drawn, and he slashed it down, dignified. Simplifying, the swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, when the head is split, the sword seems to be fast and slow, and it is still heavy.

"Be ............!!"

There was a crashing sound. Zhang Yuan didn't know when, and held the Tiger Roar Wind Gun in his hand. Void. The two staggered, and there was a crisp metal impact, everything seemed so real, and the real Zhang Yuan felt the sharp sword wind, and the cold air was biting, under this sword. The cold hair stood on end, and he was sweating.

Outside, Zhang Yuan, who was holding the Tianhuang Sword in his hand, remained motionless, and the brilliance began to rise in the Tianhuang Sword. This light is a soft light, but also a vast and boundless light, and everyone who looks at it has the urge to be in the light, unable to struggle, and want to blend in.

When the divine soldier is cast, it is always accompanied by various visions, which is the divine soldier releasing the impurities brought by the casting and precipitating the true essence. And for others, this impurity is not an impurity, but a once-in-a-century opportunity.

"Eighth Sword - Kill!"

If you say I'll kill you, I'll kill you!

This is the eighth sword, extremely powerful, murderous eighth sword, a sword killing, murderous, sword pointing to courage!

This sword, unavoidable, came extremely fast, the murderous aura locked him, Zhang Yuan's strength, used his own realization, starry dots, the tip of the spear bloomed infinite starlight, dotted with stars, seemingly traceless, in fact, following a mysterious trajectory.

"Poof!!"

In reality, Zhang Yuan spurted out a mouthful of blood and spit it in the furnace, which also woke up others.

"Lord!"

"Don't go!" Zhang Ji and Xu Rong both grabbed the young and impulsive generals, and Ou Yezi also drank Mo Ye and Diao Chan, and said: "This kid is at a critical moment, if you disturb him now, it will not only make him reverse his qi and blood, but also give up his previous achievements, and he can't go crazy and be eaten by the sword spirit!" ”

"What a strong sword, what a killing sword! I'm a little skeptical, isn't this really a sword technique that combines the memories I've experienced, and it's so powerful?! Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly, it turns out that more experience is not all good, just like now, fortunately, it is just swordsmanship, if all the combat experience is kneaded, maybe he will give seconds with one move.

You must know that on the battlefield, the most common thing is not the swordsman, but the use of knives, guns, lances, halberds, etc., and more of them are long weapons.

He blocked this sword, but he was also injured, under this sharp killing sword, it seemed that all the internal organs were reversed, the qi and blood were reversed, and he couldn't help but vomit blood, after the blood was spit out, the whole person seemed to be a little more comfortable, but he also knew that his feelings were deceived by the body, in fact, the blood spit out also represents the weakness of returning to the light.

After killing the sword, the man seemed to have no intention, but he really stopped, Zhang Yuan was nervously guarded, holding the tiger roaring wind gun, and his mind was raised to the extreme, for fear that the other party was giving birth to some big move.

"Is there really none? It's over? Impossible, I always feel that the intention is not exhausted, the first three moves are to overwhelm people, and the last five moves represent a kind of momentum, although the moves, in fact, there are no moves! The eight swordsmanship represents the eight realms, as long as you comprehend one of them to the extreme, you can break through to the innate level, and it is not impossible to even defeat the world! ”

Seeing that the other party had not attacked for a long time, Zhang Yuan's mind seemed to let go a little, and he had time to appreciate the opponent's swordsmanship.

"The First Sword - King!"

The more Zhang Yuan thought about it, the more he couldn't help it, there was an impulse in his heart, an impulse that blurted out, as if he wanted to get out of his body and soar freely, the Tianhuang Sword didn't know when it appeared in his hand, the person didn't know when it had disappeared, as his momentum changed, Zhang Yuan realized, that person was him, or rather his projection, the projection controlled by the Tianhuang Sword Spirit.

And now, he blocked the attack of the Tianhuang Sword and was recognized by the Tianhuang Sword.

"Second Sword - Ren!"

A familiar feeling emerged from his heart, and he realized the pure but oppressive sword momentum he had faced before, and his mind unnaturally entered that state under the traction of the Tianhuang Sword.

Very weak momentum, the sword moves that seem to be real and illusory, are completely different from those cast by the Tianhuang Sword, they are weaker, there is no harm at all, as long as they are a little strong-willed, they can easily get rid of this influence.

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"Ding, congratulations to the player for comprehending the Eight Swords of Heaven (Remnant), the current realm: the first glimpse of the door path (1/99)!"

"Was this sword technique originally called the Eight Swords of Tianmen? Incomplete? No wonder I always feel that the intention is not finished, it turns out that the creation has not been completed, it is a broken version, and I don't know how many swords are missing! However, these eight swords are enough to connect! Zhang Yuan thought secretly, opened his eyes, and found that he had stood in place, and the others looked at him with concern.

"I'm fine, don't worry! The sword has confessed its Lord! Zhang Yuan said with a smile, still thinking about the Eight Swords of Tianmen in his heart, he was still worried about the cultivation of swordsmanship: 'The Eight Swords of Tianmen are heavy and have no moves, that is, the five swordsmanship in the back, in fact, it can also be regarded as no moves, momentum is the main thing, if you want to cultivate, you need to nurture momentum, eight kinds of momentum, each of which makes people spend their lives to cultivate the extreme! Fortunately, as long as you hold the sword intent of the Tianhuang Sword, it will be bright! Other different sword postures can be derived according to them, and with the help of the Tianhuang Sword, you can save a lot of time! (To be continued......)