Chapter 155: The Sword Cultivator is Indeed High-Strung
Genius is genius, but an unfulfilled genius can still be a bit of a handful.
So every time, Xia Lin was fighting against Ye Jian.
What he used was the most familiar basic sword technique of Xia Lin, this set of sword techniques, Xia Lin had practiced countless times in Bai Lian Pavilion, and had long been extremely skilled, even surpassing Huo Jian, so it was completely effortless to apply.
Ye Jian was completely suppressed and beaten, while being beaten, he was rapidly advancing.
In terms of swordsmanship, Xia Lin didn't know much, after understanding some concepts, he specified Ye Jian, basic sword techniques must be practiced! Only when the basic sword techniques are mastered can other sword techniques be cultivated with half the effort. Similarly, Liuyun Sword Technique must be completed.
As a high-level foundation swordsmanship, Liuyun Swordsmanship must have its unique aspects.
So even if you've developed your own style, you still need to continue practicing until... the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is perfected!
Of course, Huo Jian quietly raised his doubts, was Xia Lin only teaching Ye Jian these two sword techniques because he himself only knew these two? Xia Lin categorically denied this and severely looked down on Huo Jian, making him feel very ashamed of his actions.
Only Heaven knows what really happened.
The date of the Name Sword Conference is approaching, and soon there will be only one day left.
"Then!"
"Right!"
"Right!"
In the courtyard, two young people were fighting fiercely, coming and going with flashing sword lights. What's strange is that not a single bit of sword energy appeared, and the two were completely relying on their swordsmanship to fight.
These two people were Xia Lin and Ye Jian.
Xia Lin's sword was completely one-sided destruction and dominance, without a hint of smoke or fire. His moves were all killing blows, and after his basic sword skills had been transformed into an overbearing and majestic aura, the style of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique was also thoroughly revealed.
Flowing Cloud Sword Technique First Form, Second Form...
This once ordinary swordsmanship is now filled with endless overbearingness and destructiveness, from start to finish it has an unstoppable overbearing momentum!
On the other hand, Ye Jian, who was competing against Xia Lin, showed a completely different style.
The same Flowing Cloud Sword Technique. When wielded by him, it had an inexplicable chill, not cold, but icy!
Flowing Cloud Sword Technique First Form, Second Form...
Ye Jian's movements were just so mediocre, but they made people subconsciously feel slow. It was as if being frozen in ice after a while, a kind of stiffness. A slowness that was unconscious, Xia Lin's vision also followed this feeling, as if influenced by it, becoming even slower.
Slower, slower...
Collapse!
A sword cry sounded. Xia Lin's swordsmanship seemed to have suddenly broken free from that stiff coldness, instantly bursting out with a bold and straightforward momentum, directly stabbing forward, stopping at Ye Jian's neck.
"Master, I lost again." Ye Jian sighed.
Xia Lin smiled and said: "You're already quite good. In six days, you've mastered the ninth move of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique. Most importantly, you've developed your own style early on."
"En." Ye Jian nodded, then looked puzzled: "Master, my style... I don't quite understand, what kind of style is it? It's completely unlike Master's style, which is so straightforward and clear at a glance."
Xia Lin smiled brightly, his style? His style was already decided when he first entered the path of cultivation, whether or not he practiced swordsmanship, he would have had his own unique style.
"What kind of feeling is it when you follow your heart?" Xia Lin asked.
"My heart is racing..." Ye Jian slowly closed his eyes, "At that time, I was using the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, and it felt like I had entered an icy world. The entire sky and earth were empty, with only me dancing alone. Snowflakes fell, freezing the entire world. As my sword moved, it seemed as though everyone else was frozen in place, asleep, and eventually disappeared."
"It's interesting." Xia Lin's eyes lit up in front of him, and indeed it was so. This style thing is the precursor to the sword intent that Huo Jian said.
In terms of swordsmanship, Ye Jian has clearly surpassed him.
"It's this feeling, take a good sense of it, and it will be helpful to you later." Xia Lin smiled calmly, and the matter of the sword intent would wait until Ye Jian returned to the Yuan realm.
"Yes, Master." Ye Jian said respectfully.
"Let's stop for today and take a good rest. Sometimes, thinking deeply is much more effective than just burying your head in hard practice." Xia Lin said with a smile, "From ancient times to the present, which strong practitioner was born from mere bitter practice?"
"Yes, Master." Ye Jian nodded slightly strangely, remembering that previously, several friends who had become apprentices were said to have been strictly required by their masters to practice swordsmanship for a certain number of hours every day, cultivate their skills for a certain number of hours, and even be required to learn a certain move within a certain number of days.
It's rare for a master to let his apprentice take the initiative to rest and think, but somehow, he also feels that what the master said is actually very right.
Ye Jian went downstairs and went to rest in the backyard.
Xia Lin slightly shook her head and walked to the bottom of the big tree, where Huo Jian was sitting in a daze. She couldn't help but feel a little strange: "What's wrong? Brother Huo, contemplating life isn't really your style, is it?"
"No." Ho Jian shook his head.
"Oh——" Xia Lin suddenly realized, "Missing women? It's also true that you sword cultivators are mostly single and often think about women when you're alone, it's really suffocating."
Huo Jian's face suddenly turned black, "I was thinking of you—"
"Wipe it off!" Xia Lin's face changed instantly, and he jumped up in an instant, looking at him with horror: "You can't be serious, you actually like men?"
Huo Jian's face turned a few shades darker, "I'm thinking about what you just said."
Obviously, Huo Jian was very dissatisfied with Xia Lin interrupting his words.
"Cough cough." Xia Lin Gan laughed and quickly changed the subject, "What's strange?"
"No, you're absolutely right." Huo Jian shook his head, "I've always been puzzled, I spent 20 years cultivating and finally have the strength I have today. But as for the true meaning of the sword, I still feel confused. After all, I understand too little about it. It seems that from now on, I need to get in touch with it more."
Xia Lin looked at him with deep affection as he gazed at the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt a chill.
Alright. As for Jian Xiu, he still couldn't understand.
"Maybe you can just think of her as your woman. Isn't it good that there are feelings?" Xia Lin said with a smile.
Huo Jian's eyes lit up, "So that's it! So that's it!"
"Haha, I said my sword was missing something, it turns out it's emotions. No matter how strong the sword skills are, without emotions, they're just pale sword skills. Only by infusing one's own emotions into them can one reach the highest realm of the way of the sword. That is the true sword skill."
Huo Jian's eyes shone brighter and brighter, and finally he sheathed his sword and left, saying "Thanks for the advice, brother."
“……”
"I..."
"I was just joking..." Xia Lin said weakly.
Looking at the figure that had already disappeared, Xia Lin could only sigh and say, "Sword cultivators are indeed neurotic. I hope he won't really treat his treasured sword as a woman. But thinking about it, if the treasured sword were treated as a woman, it wouldn't be easy to handle. If it were a female sword cultivator, she would need to cultivate feelings with the sword, but if the sword were treated as a man, it would be simpler..."
In an instant, a scene of a treasured sword bursting out appeared in his mind, and Xia Lin felt a chill run down his spine.
Shake off this nasty idea. Xia Lin also returned to her living room.
Tomorrow is the day of the competition. Xia Lin felt that he needed to face his current strength. It has been half a month since leaving Heifeng Village, bidding farewell to everyone, and arriving here.
This half month. Learned a set of basic swordsmanship, a set of flowing cloud swordsmanship. Took in an apprentice who is a super genius at sword cultivation, and it's actually quite realistic when you think about it.
But his own strength hasn't improved much, compared to the consecutive charges in the Huangquan Secret Realm, it can only be said that he is not moving at all.
Xia Lin's heart moved and he arrived at the Chuan Cheng Hall.
First, he looked up and saw the strength of his Benming star again in front of him.
Power, Third Rank Sixth Class.
Defense, 4th rank, 2nd stage.
Speed, three stages and three sections.
Reaction, third order three stages.
Spiritual Power: Zero Rank, Zero Level.
After finishing, Xia Lin could only bitterly smile, his strength and defense had only increased by two levels, which was the result of his arduous cultivation of the Breaking Heaven Technique's third layer. However, that speed and reaction had actually increased by five levels!
In other words, he can now reach the speed of three stages and three sections without using any footwork techniques?
This is the cultivation of swordsmanship...
Xia Lin seemed to be thinking deeply, and it appeared that the Broken Sky Technique was also constantly correcting his physical body based on his own cultivation. No wonder this third layer of Blood Pulse Realm was the perfect fusion of the body.
According to his conjecture, the third-order correspondence is equivalent to a change in Qingyun.
The fourth stage corresponds to Qingyun's second transformation, and by analogy, at the ninth stage, it corresponds to Qingyun's seventh transformation!
His current strength is defensive entry into the Qingyun Second Change, after the barbaric respect of the world, collectively climbing one step, defense can barely enter the Qingyun Third Change, this is also the reason why that middle-aged man cannot hurt him.
"The advantage of strength has clearly weakened." Xia Lin said with a sigh, "How do I feel like a meat shield now? If I add a mocking skill, wouldn't I be a regular team tank in the game?"
Shaking his head and smiling, Xia Lin stepped into the Hundred Refining Pavilion.
The martial arts scroll on the left is still the complete set of Breaking Heaven Technique, and it's estimated that there won't be too much change before completing the third layer. On the right side, several new martial skills have apparently appeared.
Basic swordsmanship, no rank, control degree: perfect.
Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship, Upper Third Rank, Mastery Level: Eleventh Form.
These two things, when Xia Lin learned before, had already come in many times, naturally familiar with no comparison, and apart from this, the practice of Bao Xiong Jue still lacked the last Windstorm Shield that was not completed, the other three styles were already mastered very skillfully.
"One more Storm Shield is needed, and once the Storm Shield is completed, the Fierce Bear's Decision will be officially completed. The Beast God Nine Changes can then be deduced again for the third change! Strength will make another breakthrough." Xia Lin analyzed, wanting to improve strength, studying the Storm Shield is a good choice.
But for the upcoming Famous Swordsmen Conference, it was of no help at all.
"The Famous Swordsmen Conference, the strong ones who have climbed to the heavens' path, there will be at least ten of them, and each one is a master of swordsmanship. With my mediocre sword cultivation level, it's a problem to enter the top three." Xia Lin said thoughtfully, "So in order to win, I must improve my sword skills, but basic sword skills are not possible, then there's only the Flowing Cloud Sword Skill left."

