Chapter 5: Sword Cultivators Must Be Resolute Even When Being Beaten
What a coincidence.
Seeing that the livestock around him were increasingly unable to control their urge to bite, Chi Jin chuckled.
He was still too young at that time and didn't know how to balance and suppress. The two blood vessels in his body resisted each other, stirring up the meridians in his body without any rest.
Chi Jin closed his eyes and suppressed the demon blood in his body in a few breaths.
As he raised his hand, the spiritual energy turned into a thin blade. In a few seconds, the hungry wolf fell to the ground, and the falcon's long wings were cut, and it fled into the sky screaming.
"It can be used," Chi Jin felt the spiritual power in his body, "but not much."
I vaguely remember that after becoming the Demon Lord, I never used spiritual power again.
Looking at the deep forest mist outside the cave, which was glowing with a mysterious red light under the blood moon, here it comes again, this fog.
This forest is very strange. From time to time, there will be a thick fog that looks like light smoke, but it feels extremely sticky when touched. He didn't understand it before, but later he found out that this valley is the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
It was once one of the ancient battlefields, where too many demons died.
The evil spirit permeates this land at all times.
He was once possessed by the devil, which was inseparable from the erosion of his body by this devilish valley when he was young.
His biological father abandoned him here and left him to fend for himself. It took Chi Jin five years in his previous life to find his way out.
After reaching out, he ran into Feng Wuya who came here to kill the demons.
Chi Jin remembered that when his master saw him, he said, "Human child?"
He was too young.
When he sees a stranger, he bares his teeth and looks like he wants to bite.
Master slapped me to the ground and I passed out.
He wrapped himself in a thick fleece and brought the unconscious Chi Jin back to Penglai Immortal Sect for treatment. In this vast world, that was the first time that Chi Jin had a place he could call home.
"Five years," Chi Jin muttered silently, "It's too long."
He was eager to return to Penglai Immortal Sect.
Even if changing the time may result in not being able to become Feng Wuya's disciple.
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Penglai Immortal Sect.
Ruan Wei practiced according to the original owner's practice method in his memory for a whole night.
In the world of cultivation, there is no sleep.
Let out a sigh, and life and death will come to an end.
Feng Wuya came once at night and left after sensing that Ruan Wei was practicing.
It’s just a technique, and it will be the same tomorrow morning.
"Junior sister, it's time to do morning exercises."
Xiao Xuantong knocked on the door.
Ruan Wei opened the door with a swish, full of energy, "Good morning, Senior Brother."
She still felt a bit fresh at the moment. Although her body seemed very familiar with the feeling of cultivation, this was a very novel experience for Ruan Wei. The spiritual energy flowed through her meridians according to her own thoughts, and for the first time, she could see the meridians of the human body.
Ruan Wei was eager to try the morning exercises.
The original owner had not yet started learning sword.
Thinking of the gorgeous sword moves of the monks in the cultivation novels I have read, it is hard not to feel envious for a socialist successor who is learning scientific civilization in this world.
Xiao Xuantong frowned, he remembered his first day of sword practice.
It seems that I am also excited about this.
"Junior sister, wear something thicker."
Xiao Xuantong kindly reminded.
What he was wearing was very different from yesterday. He was wearing very warm clothes, two layers of woolen coats, wrapped up like a bear.
Ruan Wei was puzzled. She was a bit stubborn and said, "It's not cold."
How can I feel cold when I am protected by spiritual energy?
But why is Xiao Xuantong, who has ice spiritual roots, wearing such thick clothes?
But Xiao Xuantong would not remind her for no reason, so Ruan Wei went back to her room and put on a padded jacket that was more aesthetically pleasing than practical.
Xiao Xuantong wanted to say something but stopped himself.
That's all.
It’s hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die with kind words.
Ruan Wei followed his bear-like senior brother to the top of the mountain behind.
Feng Wuya waited for a long time.
"Ruan Wei," Feng Wuya handed her the technique and frowned when he saw her clothes. "Why are you still wearing so little?"
Xiao Xuantong had already grasped the raven tightly in his hand, his face heavy, "I have already told my junior sister."
The abundance is endless and clear.
Ruan Wei was about to open the technique to take a closer look when he saw Xiao Xuantong standing in front of him. "Senior Brother?"
Xiao Xuantong didn't look back, but threw another magic sword from his mustard seed bag to her.
"Put your things away and take your sword."
Ruan Wei took the magic sword. She didn't like to ask questions. She observed Xiao Xuantong's posture, turned her wrist, and also held the sword across her chest.
Xiao Xuantong stared at Feng Wuya closely.
What is this? A fight with Master?
"That's fine." Feng Wuya laughed and untied his cloak casually. The cloak was immediately rustled by the wind from the top of the mountain and fell under the apricot forest in the distance.
"Second brother," Feng Wuya said, holding a wooden sword that looked like a child's toy, "start the formation."
In the deep forest in the distance, Chao Jian responded.
There was a slight sound of gears turning.
In an instant, Ruan Wei's hair was blown high up by the strong wind on the top of the mountain. In an instant, her lightness disappeared, and her whole body seemed to have become dozens of times heavier.
The spiritual power disappeared!
Even Penglai's ladder to the clouds couldn't seal Ruan Wei's natural spiritual body. What kind of formation was activated that there was no spiritual energy left around?
Ruan Wei was too small and was blown away by the strong wind. She had to hold the sword in her hand and step hard on the ground to avoid being blown away by the wind.
Penglai is really too high. Normally, I can't feel how cold it is with the help of spiritual power. But as soon as the spiritual power was released, my body almost turned into a frozen block in an instant. My fingertips became uncontrollable and stiff and unable to move.
"Weiwei," Feng Wuya suddenly called Ruan Wei by her nickname. Ruan Wei squinted slightly in the wind and saw that her master had the same bright smile as yesterday. He said, "Penglai Sword Technique, do you want to learn it?"
Ruan Wei immediately responded in a hoarse voice, "Yes!"
"good."
Feng Wuya responded.
The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Xuantong's eyes fixed, and he used his right hand, the Raven, to protect his chest. With his left hand, he immediately lifted up his junior sister and threw her backwards.
Ruan Wei: ???
Before she even landed from the sky, she heard:
“Zheng——”
The wooden sword fell on Raven with the force of thunder. It was amazing that the wood and the spiritual sword could make such a loud collision.
Feng Wuya raised his sword with his backhand.
He kicked Xiao Xuantong who was retreating.
Ruan Wei fell hard on his butt, and before he could even cry out in pain, he immediately said:
"Brother, be careful!"
Xiao Xuan spun sideways to avoid Feng Wuya's kick.
At the same time, Raven pressed down, as if to split Feng Wuya's wooden sword in half.
Feng Wuya chuckled.
"Look carefully," he easily avoided the raven and turned his body so that Ruan Wei could better see his sword movements.
Ruan Wei's eyes widened.
Feng Wuya stretched out his arm and the wooden sword flashed out in an instant.
Falling straight down.
A sword slashed down from the sky, as powerful as a rainbow piercing the sun. The thin sword seemed to have transformed into thousands of sword bodies, pointing directly at the raven.
Although there was no spiritual energy fluctuation at all, it suddenly caused the surrounding energy to surge up and down, and the tip of the sword pierced Xiao Xuantong's neck at an incredible angle.
Xiao Xuantong knew too well the power of Feng Wuya's sword.
So far, he has not been able to withstand this move from Feng Wuya.
Xiao Xuantong gritted his teeth, and the sword energy instantly turned from attack to defense. The raven was once again placed across his chest, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"Penglai First Style."
In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuya curled his thin lips slightly, and the wooden sword in his hand made another sword flower, returning to the starting position.
Ruan Wei couldn't even see how Xiao Xuantong was thrown away.
I only know that it flew very far.
Then, Feng Wuya approached with a smile.
She only had time to hold the sword in front of her, but she couldn't grab it tightly.
"Pull back the strength of your arms."
Feng Wuya frowned.
Ruan Wei immediately did as he was told.
The wooden sword collided with the spiritual sword with great force. The spiritual sword instantly soared into the sky and stabbed into the deep forest.
The master didn't even swing his sword, but sent her flying with one strike of his sword.
She was young and light, and the wind was strong on the top of the mountain, so she flew very far away in a short time.
"It's easier to fly if you hold back. You can fly much farther than your senior brother."
Feng Wuya put away his sword and sighed.
Ruan Wei in the air: Are you asking me to hold back so that I can fly better?
Before she landed, Xiao Xuantong, who had gotten up first, flew over, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and placed her steadily on the ground.
"Cough cough cough! Ugh—"
As soon as Ruan Wei stood firm, he rushed to the side and vomited completely.
Feng Wuya used too much strength, and the power of the sword tip seemed to hit Ruan Wei's waist and abdomen hard.
Her arms were numb from the shock, and her fingers were so frozen that she couldn't even curl them up. She was shaking like a Lisu in the wind.
Xiao Xuantong looked calm. Seeing that Feng Wuya had no intention of continuing the attack, he went to the deep forest and picked up Ruan Wei's magic sword.
"Cough cough," Ruan Wei was still coughing, tears welling up in her eyes.
Calculating the time, Xiao Xuantong took off his woolen coat and wrapped it around Ruan Wei.
"Tighten your clothes and hold your sword tight."
Xiao Xuantong stood in front of Ruan Wei again. The young man took the raven and made a starting move. His hand shone with cold light, his face was as cold as frost, and he stood tall. The raven made bursts of clanging sounds like fiery fighting spirit.
The hilt of a sword was suddenly stuffed into his hand. Ruan Wei vomited while supporting himself with the sword, and he stood up straight with the courage to do so.
Oh, it's on fire now?
Feng Wuya looked at the two teenagers, one big and one small, and their faces were full of dissatisfaction as if they had been beaten.
Very good, this is the momentum that a sword cultivator should have.
Even if you are beaten, you must be stubborn.
When it comes to learning sword, the more you fight, the more motivated you become.
Ruan Wei stopped smiling at this time, frowned and began to imitate Xiao Xuantong's starting posture.
There was anger in her eyes.
Who starts teaching by doing a somersault right away?
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