Chapter 839 Understanding the Sword

The sword was swept away. Not only Zhao Di, but also the spiritual kings who were far away from each other also changed their faces one after another.

Whether these swords are like ghosts and invisible: or the harsh wind that cuts through the void: or the unstoppable momentum contained in the sky, it is extremely terrible.

Zhao Di knew that such a powerful sword spirit was condensed by extremely profound sword spirit and divine thoughts. It must reach the realm of unity of human and sword before it can be used.

And the middle-aged scholar in front of him is a sword spirit. The sword is a person, and a person is a sword. It has long been the unity of people and swords. In addition, his cultivation is extremely high. It is not surprising that he can display such an amazing sword spirit!

"Puff!" A sword appeared only dozens of feet away from Zhao Di, and then easily cut through the protective light of Zhao Di as if cutting paper, but did not immediately hit Zhao Di, as if the other party intended to show off.

The king of the spirits is also in his heart. This sword comes from the heart, moves with the heart, and is haunted. It can't be guarded at all, and the power is so amazing. If they meet, most of them can't fight!

"No wonder the sword spirit is so unusual in the instrumental spirit clan. The sword spirit of this high-level sword spirit is really domineering! How can a monk of the same rank be his opponent!" Many spiritual kings, including the women in black of the dark spirit clan, who have never seen the means of the sword spirit, have such an idea. In addition to being shocked, they can't help but admire it secretly.

"How's it going?" The middle-aged scholar suddenly accepted the sword, looked at Zhao Di with a slight smile, and said, "Are you willing to admit defeat? Go back with me, and listen to the way!"

"Your Excellency is very accomplished in swordsmanship, and I admire you!" Zhao Di also took back the water source sword from his body and bowed his hand, but then raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, "But I won't be defeated easily!" Please give me advice!"

After saying that, Zhao Di also stretched out his right index finger to secretly transport the sword spirit and gathered at the end of the finger to stimulate a layer of thick golden sword light three feet long.

Among the three Tongtian Lingbao flying swords, Zhao Di is most familiar with the golden group sword, and has been cultivated for thousands of years. He has the same mind, so he secretly stimulated the power of the sword and condensed a rather strong sword spirit.

"It turns out that you have more than one flying sword!" The middle-aged scholar nodded first, and then shook his head with regret and said, "Unfortunately, the way to use the sword is not to have more, but in the essence of a sword, which is better than ten thousand swords in hand!"

"Go!" The middle-aged scholar shouted and waved the silver sword in his hand, and a curved silver sword flashed out, flying to Zhao Di very fast.

Zhao Di also urged Zhenyuan to resist with the golden sword spirit in his hand.

With a crisp sound, this silver sword light easily cut off Zhao Di's golden sword spirit and hit Zhao Di heavily.

With a soft sound, Zhao Di's extremely hard and fine dragon scales were actually cut out an extremely obvious sword mark by the remnants of this sword spirit!

"With sword spirit but no divine consciousness, the outer space and the inner virtual, how can you play the essence of swordsmanship!" The middle-aged scholar said coldly. His eyes flashed brightly, and he suddenly stretched out his fingers. A powerful sword shot out, making a harsh sound of breaking the air and shining dazzling silver brilliance along the way.

"Thank you for your advice!" Zhao Di shouted loudly, and a milky white beam of light gushed out of his eyebrows and sank into the golden sword spirit condensed again at the end of his fingers.

Suddenly, the golden sword spirit was thicker, absorbing more mana Zhenyuan's sword light flashed all over his body, and the shape was clear, as if it were a real sword.

"Dang!" Zhao Di waved the new golden sword spirit to meet the opponent's strong sword, but with a muffled sound, he was still cut off by the opponent's sword!

The sword immediately cut off Zhao Di's right arm, and smashed dozens of dragon scales with a "chie" and directly hit Zhao Di's flesh.

Zhao Di's body naturally gave birth to a divine force, blocking this domineering and sharp sword. Although it was finally resolved, it was still cut by the sword, and a trace of blood flowed out!

Zhao Di was shocked. His flesh was so strong that he thought that he had reached the point where he could not be hurt by the same level of monks, but the other party was only part of the power of a sword, which could smash his protective dragon scales and pierce the flesh!

The middle-aged scholar was also shocked. With the blow just now, he deliberately showed off his power. He expected that under one sword, if the other party did not dodge in time, he would definitely be cut off and gave up. Unexpectedly, the other party could bear it, but shed a little blood.

This kind of injury is simply insignificant for high-level monks. Sure enough, the golden light on Zhao's body flashed, the wound instantly recovered, the bleeding stopped, and even the damaged dragon scales flashed again.

"It turns out that the Taoist friend is still a powerful refiner! Not simple, not simple! I also have a little admiration!" The middle-aged scholar praised loudly and nodded repeatedly.

"However, your sword spirit, after being injected into the divine consciousness, is like an entity. It is the magic power of the sword gas transformation. After the transformation, the mind must be unified, the shape and the meaning must be connected, and the shape of the sword into the sword meaning, which is the real brilliant swordsmanship!"

"So that's it!" The other party's words made Zhao Di have a kind of enlightenment and Mao Sai's enlightenment. In the ancient characters of Zhengqi on the stone wall, he realized that the meaning of the sword was only a morphological idea, without detailed skill formula, and no master's guidance, so it was difficult to understand the meaning of the sword!

But now I have seen with my own eyes the vertical and horizontal sword meaning displayed by the middle-aged scholar, and I immediately understood it bit by bit, and gradually integrated it. In an instant, it seemed that I understood the true meaning of the sword.

The meaning of the sword contained in the ancient character of the stone wall can be roughly divided into nine levels, one layer is more difficult, and one layer is more powerful. Today's Zhao Di has vaguely stood on the threshold of the first floor.

As if to teach Zhao how to use the sword, the middle-aged scholar was not in a hurry to attack, but slowed down his casting action and applied various tricks step by step.

First, a silver sword spirit is stimulated from its fingertips and contains a large number of divine thoughts. Then the sword spirit is neat and orderly under the manipulation of the divine mind, and crazily absorbs a large amount of spiritual power, making the sword spirit thicker and thicker, like a physical sword, and even emits a precious light similar to the heavenly

Immediately, the divine mind and the sword spirit are integrated, and it is no longer difficult to separate from each other, and the physical sword spirit is also turned into a sword spirit, moving with the heart, suddenly flashing and disappearing, suddenly magnificent, and suddenly silent.

"Go!" The middle-aged scholar shouted softly again, and the sword spirit slowly cut to Zhao Di.

"Well done!" Zhao Di's heart moved, and the golden sword spirit in his hand condensed out, and countless slender thoughts disappeared into the sword spirit. In an instant, the golden sword spirit changed and became as indifferent as nothing. Only a very powerful breath loomed in the air.

"Is this the meaning of the sword?" Zhao Di was so happy that he finally realized the essence of the sword.

"Bun!" The majestic swordsmanship of the middle-aged scholar was blocked by Zhao Di's invisible swordsmanship. He always smashed Zhao Di's swordsmanship mercilessly, and countless sword spirit splashed everywhere, many of which hit Zhao Di.

But with Zhao Di's strong flesh and ice dragon scale protection, these splashed swords are not a threat at all.

"Not bad, but learning is very fast! However, your swordsmanship is only the first level of "Psychic Sword Tips", and I have mastered the third level of sword tips!" The middle-aged scholar smiled, opened his lips slightly, and said to Zhao Di.

"The Secret of the Psychic Sword"? Is the sword formula contained in the ancient characters of the stone wall this sword formula? Why did you say it from the mouth of the sword spirit king of the weapon spirit clan? Zhao Di was very confused, but it was not the time to get to the bottom of the question.

"Yes, if it hadn't been for your guidance, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to understand even this first level of swordsmanship, but even if you are much taller, I will not easily admit defeat!" Zhao Di replied with a straight look, and there was a sense of resoluteness in his eyes.

"Very good!" The middle-aged scholar suddenly said loudly, "Then let's see how the Taoist friend blocks my third sword one by one!"

With that, the middle-aged scholar suddenly burst into a super spiritual pressure and opened his mouth to spit out a thick sword spirit. This sword spirit condensed the aura between the surrounding heaven and earth, flashing with more and more condensed silver brilliance.

After a while, a silver shining sword was formed in the shape of a curved moon, like a silver crescent moon. Most of the origin of the name of the silver moon chopping originated from.

This sword spirit, condensed but not sent, gathered but not scattered, does not seem to make people feel much of a threat.

But Zhao Di didn't dare to take it lightly. He opened his mouth without thinking, and several spiritual lights shot out and turned into nine flying swords.

These nine flying swords were set up with a mini sword array only dozens of feet in size in an instant, protecting Zhao Di in it.

The aura between heaven and earth was strongly mobilized by the nine swords. The invisible aura of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, as well as the aura of different attributes such as wind, thunder and ice, rushed to the sword array.

The surrounding spirit kings are all discolored in discoloration. Their major spirit clans are generally only good at one or two attributes. Unexpectedly, there is someone who has a flying sword with various attributes. Not only can they manipulate freely, but also the flying swords of various attributes complement each other, and their power is obviously higher.

"Sword array?" The middle-aged scholar was stunned and then smiled and said, "Yes, this is also a means of using the sword. If the sword array is smart enough, it can also exert unimaginable power!"

"However, I still say that the way of swordsmanship is noble but not expensive! Let's see if the sword array of Taoist friends can block my silver moon chopping!"