The sword in her hand was shaking uncontrollably, but the dragon's roar was still going on.
Looking at the sword in her hand, Nun Miejue remembered what her master had said. Although the sword was a magical weapon of the time, it would only be a disaster if it fell into the hands of someone with insufficient strength.
Without strong internal strength, it is impossible to fully control this sword, and the final result can only be backfire.
Nun Miejue quickly put the sword back into its sheath. The trembling sword stopped struggling the moment it was put back into the sheath.
She took a deep breath and then said to Zhang Wuji.
Young man, I underestimated you just now. I'm afraid your attainments in martial arts are no less than mine.
You possess an extremely powerful inner strength and unrivaled swordsmanship.
I want to know who you learned your internal strength and swordsmanship from, especially your swordsmanship, which I feel is somewhat similar to that of Wudang disciples.
Zhang Wuji sneered: Master, I have already said it just now, I have some connection with Wudang.
As for this sword technique, I don't deny it. It comes from Wudang. Everyone in Wudang knows this sword technique, even Song Qingshu just now knows it, but he hasn't grasped the essence yet.
This sword technique was created by Master Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain. It begins with the accumulation of the power of a thousand blades. When the fingers move, the wind is silent and the breath is as still as water. The light is shadowless and the sword strikes without a trace. It is like the sea embracing all rivers and is integrated into one. There is no fixed routine or moves. It can only be understood but not explained. If you grasp the spirit and forget the form, you will achieve great success.
Zhenren Sanfeng not only teaches his disciples everything he knows, but also outsiders. If you want to learn, he will teach you.
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