Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 11 Sword Drawing Technique (Please recommend, please collect!)

Silently in the dark night, he walked up the secret path all the way. After spending more than half an hour, Shi Xiaole dragged his wounded body and finally returned to his courtyard in the Sword Painting Sect.

At this time, the sky has become slightly clear.

"This injury, I'm afraid I have to recuperate for at least half a month."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Shi Xiaole gave a wry smile.

He is not afraid of getting hurt, nor is he shy about self-cultivation.

The trouble is that internal injuries are different from external injuries. Not only do they recover more slowly, but during the injury period, one cannot use one's internal strength and hands at will, and even martial arts training will be greatly affected.

It's like saying that Shi Xiaole's entry into the country will be seriously slowed down due to the rest of his recovery.

This is something he can't accept.

"It would be great if the Hengshan Mind Method had the effect of healing internal injuries."

At this time, Shi Xiaole even fantasized that it would be great if he had practiced the Nine Yin Manual, or the Nine Yang Divine Art and other peerless internal strength.

Such a small injury is not troublesome at all.

But he also knew with his ass that martial arts such as the Nine Yin Manual must be of a frighteningly high level, and the probability of being drawn must not be too low. It is not something that he can covet at present.

"By the way, I have completed the task of chasing down the three-legged bird before, and I have successfully transformed Huashan's swordsmanship. I have accumulated two chances to draw, and I can draw martial arts."

According to the system, after accumulating two chances to draw, the level of the draw will increase by one level.In other words, this time Shi Xiaole will either fail the draw, or the worst draw is a third-rate mid-grade martial arts.

"Anyway, for the next half a month or so, I don't want to practice martial arts normally. I might as well give it a go and see if there will be any turning point."

After making up his mind, Shi Xiaole sank into the Martial God Hall and said, "System, I want to use the chance to draw twice."

The system 'kindly' reminded: "Using fusion extraction, the probability of evacuation remains unchanged, will the host insist on using it?"

The corner of Shi Xiaole's mouth twitched, but he still said firmly: "Take it." He said silently in his heart, don't take time off.

A round of square halo flickered between the stone walls on the first floor of the Valkyrie Hall.Every time this kind of time comes, Shi Xiaole finds himself very nervous, and his heart beats uncontrollably.

Ding!
In the end, the square halo froze, and Shi Xiaole let out a sigh of relief, but luckily he didn't take the time.

A ray of light rushed into Shi Xiaole's mind, and after he browsed the general information, his gloomy mood immediately improved, and he smiled and said to himself: "This time the luck is really good."

Before the extraction, Shi Xiaole purely had the attitude of giving it a try, to see if a miracle would happen, but now it seems that the heavens are still good to him.

"Congratulations to the host, you have won the third-rate middle-grade martial arts move, Fu Hongxue's sword-drawing technique."

Shi Xiaole suddenly fell silent again.

Fu Hongxue, this person is definitely a well-known figure in the world of martial arts.

This man who has been instilled with hatred since childhood, has no childhood, and no friends, seems to be born for revenge.

He is lame and suffers from epilepsy. He is depressed and lonely. Only when he meets his wife Cui Nong can he see a ray of sunshine in his life.

Then, Cui Nong also died.

Fu Hongxue's life is definitely a life of ups and downs, like a candle in the wind and snow, cold and desolate, but burning firmly.

In order to take revenge, Fu Hongxue started to practice swords at the age of four or five, and practiced drawing swords 1 times a day, even eating and sleeping.

It was with such efforts that the ordinary sword drawing technique became Fu Hongxue's ultimate move in martial arts.

It can be said that only Fu Hongxue's sword-drawing technique is a killing technique, but because of this, it is very difficult for others to cultivate the sword-drawing technique to the highest level.

And this, I am afraid, is also the reason why the rating of Sword Drawing Technique is only third-rate mid-level.

Because of Shi Xiaole's internal injury, it happened that he couldn't work too hard during this period, and couldn't coordinate his whole body movements.The sword drawing technique was tailor-made for him at this moment.

……

Not long after Shi Xiaole returned to the Sword Painting School, five people stepped onto the mountain gate of the Sword Painting School at the same time in the light of the morning sun.

These five people are one old and four young.

The old man at the head was tall and thin, wearing a moon-white gown, with three long beards under his chin, he looked quite elegant.

Behind him, there are three men and one woman, and the men are all extraordinary.And the only girl, wearing a pink gown and a waistcoat of the same color, has a beautiful appearance and a noble and unadorned temperament, which makes people fascinated by it.

"Haha, Second Elder, you are finally back."

The First Elder and the Third Elder, together with the deacons of the Sword Painting Sect, had already waited outside the mountain gate. When they saw the old man in white, they immediately stepped forward to greet him.

The old man in white is the second elder of the Sword Painting School.

As for the four people behind him, they are Yuan Qiuwei, the first disciple of the Sword Painting School, Xiao Yuanbo, the second disciple, Mao Wenjing, the third disciple, and Qin Zhao, the No.1 disciple under him.

"Second Elder, have you applied for a guild establishment token for this trip to Qingxue City?"

The First Elder first glanced at his nephew Qin Zhao, and then asked the Second Elder.

Hearing this, the second elder's smile faded away and he shook his head.

The warm atmosphere outside the mountain gate suddenly became deserted.

The Great Elder's eyes flashed, and he said: "Since 100 years ago, when there were too many martial arts sects in the world, the imperial court's censorship of martial arts sects has become more and more strict. I want to get a gang establishment order from the Qingxue Alliance Cards, thousands of difficulties, the Second Elder doesn't have to blame himself."

Today's martial arts forces are divided into two factions, the authentic and the opposition.

The so-called authentic refers to the martial arts forces that have registered in the alliance representing the martial arts of each state and have obtained the token of establishing a gang.This type of martial arts forces are mostly masters like clouds, with strong overall strength, and with alliance background, they are the upper echelons of the world.

As for the opposition, it refers to the martial arts forces that have not been recognized by the alliance.

Although these martial arts forces are weak, they account for the majority in Dongsheng Continent.Especially the Pegasus Dynasty where the Sword Painting School is located, it is more than [-]%.

Because it is not officially recognized, anyone in the wild sect must pay a large amount of taxes to the imperial court and the state alliances every year, otherwise they will be deprived of their sect rights and confiscated.

The worst thing is that once the Yemen faction is murdered by an opponent, they can only ask for blessings, and the alliance will never stand up for you.

Therefore, for any martial arts force in the wild, obtaining a token to become an authentic force is its most important goal.

"Hey, the old man is entrusted by the master."

The second elder doesn't know how difficult it is for a wild sect to become an authentic sect.Not to mention the competition among countless wild sects, those authentic sects do not want new sects to join and divide the fixed big cake.

But he was still a little helpless.

"Huh? Zhao'er, your cultivation seems to have improved a lot?"

At this moment, the Great Elder stared at Qin Zhao with burning eyes.

Qin Zhao is 16 years old this year. He is tall and handsome with a handsome face. Hearing what his uncle said, he smiled slightly and said, "To tell the truth, Great Elder, Qin Zhao got something this time."

The second disciple Xiao Yuanbo interjected: "Where is the occasional gain, Junior Brother Qin is now at the seventh level of hidden qi, and his swordsmanship has improved a lot, not much weaker than me at the same age."

As soon as these words came out, the masters of the Sword Painting School who came to greet him were all in an uproar, looking at Qin Zhao who was neither arrogant nor impetuous in shock.

As Xiao Yuanbo's second disciple, everyone knows how talented he is. Back then, he was a strong contender for the Luyan Four Masters.Now he admits that Qin Zhao is not much worse than himself, and how strong Qin Zhao is, you can know it when you think about it.

The third elder suddenly sighed: "What a pity!"

Many people's eyes flickered, and they suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

Regardless of strength, talent, and character, Qin Zhao is enough to rank among the top four of the younger generation of the Sword Painting School. It stands to reason that he should be one of the four main disciples of the master, but...

"Hmph, this time the head of the sect leaves the customs, there are some things that really need to be resolved. My Sword Painting School wants to be strong, but I can't do things based on human feelings!"

Someone shouted, complaining about Qin Zhao's injustice, which aroused many echoes.

The Great Elder and Qin Zhao looked at each other, both secretly happy.

"Shut up! How can I refute the decision and order of the head?"

Seeing that the fire was almost over, the Great Elder gave a righteous and angry reprimand, which seemed to be persuading, but actually aggravated everyone's grievances.Seeing that his goal was achieved, he led everyone back to the sect.

……

After finding a rusty knife from the room, Shi Xiaole has been practicing drawing the knife.

His hand holding the knife became more and more stable, and the speed of the knife was also increasing at a rate that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

But he was increasingly dissatisfied.

Because Shi Xiaole clearly felt that the power of the saber did not increase but decreased.

"Why, how could this be?"

The power and speed of the knife are increasing, how can the power decrease?

Standing still for a long time, Shi Xiaole suddenly opened his eyes, and said to himself: "Fu Hongxue used the saber to revenge, why did I use the saber?"

Shi Xiaole suddenly understood that it was true that her skills were improving, but only one feeling was missing.

"Using hatred, confidence, despair, faith and other inner strengths to pull out the knife in your hand is the best sword-drawing technique."

Shi Xiaole realized.

He drew his sword 1 times on the first day, to [-] times on the second day, and then to [-] times on the third day...the frequency of drawing his sword became less and less.

On the 13th day, he simply didn't draw his sword for two consecutive days.

No. 15 days.

Shi Xiaole had already stood like a stake for two full hours.

During these two hours, he didn't even move his hands or feet, he didn't even blink his eyes, he seemed to have lost his soul.

A gust of wind blew, and dead leaves swirled in the air.

Shi Xiaole gradually regained consciousness, and his arms exerted force for a while.

brush.

Suddenly saw a flash of cold light, as if the wind blowing was cut in half in a short time, blowing Shi Xiaole's black hair at the sideburns.

The dead leaves fell to the ground, and upon closer inspection, they were evenly divided into two.

"It's a good move to draw a knife."

Shi Xiaole let go of the handle holding the knife, and let out a long breath.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about the essence of the knife drawing technique in the yard, and how to release all the emotions in his heart with a single knife.

Obviously, if he is to practice drawing his sword 1 times a day like Fu Hongxue, it's not that he can't achieve it, but it's not necessary.

After all, Shi Xiaole is not a pure swordsman, and he doesn't have the heavy hatred and burden like Fu Hongxue.

The knife is dead, but man is alive.

In Shi Xiaole's hands, Fu Hongxue's sword-drawing technique should look different.Thankfully, he's now doing it in his own way.

dong dong dong.

At this moment, a big bell sounded faintly from a distance.

"The bell rang three times, and all the disciples went to the martial arts field to gather. I forgot, today is the martial arts summary once every three months."

Shi Xiaole muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)