The liver produces the strongest player

In the fantasy world of ancient paintings, this time, it was no longer Jiang Yang's usual scene of Lingwei.

But in an unprecedented way.

The world is a vast expanse of white, with no buildings, no people, not even any color other than white.

In the boundless world, only Jiang Yang stood in the center like a dot.

He closed his eyes and stood still in the empty white.

Suddenly, his body moved, his fists waved, and the strong wind howled. In this pure white, he began to practice what he had learned.

From boxing, to swordsmanship, to formation...

Talismans, spells, lightning methods, alchemy...

In this space, the wind howls for a while, the thunder and lightning flashes for a while, the formation covers the sky and the sun for a while, and the talisman light fills the sky for a while.

"It's all there." Jiang Yang was just thinking in his heart, but in this ancient painting space, thinking turned into a real voice, echoing in the space.

"But there seems to be something missing."

Thinking in his heart, he stood in this space for a long time.

Then I started to practice what I had learned.

"In the end, what's missing?"

He shook his head, suddenly, the pure white around him changed into one picture after another.

Many of them were scenes that Jiang Yang had experienced before.

From the time he first entered this world, through various battles, until now, every picture, every past event, played back before his eyes like a slideshow.

There are even scenes of him constantly practicing martial arts in the illusion of ancient paintings.

From seeing the original self, he was full of longing and enthusiasm.

In the small village, a set of swordsmanship was practiced with compressed sleep time, and the next day he couldn't wait to find someone to try.

In the small room in the resettlement area, dragging his sickly body, he kept practicing internal and light exercises.

"At that time..." Jiang Yang was a little puzzled at that time, was it because of his long-term illness and longing for recovery?
He watched quietly, and he vaguely felt another different emotion from it.

After he reached the Gang Qi state, his body in this world was slowly recovering, and he saw that he was still practicing various martial arts, usually for a long time, and he didn't seem to feel bored at all. .

Then he saw that in front of the Jinhong Gang, in the illusion of the ancient painting, in order to practice the "Seven Absolute Sword Qi", he practiced repeatedly for a hundred days in the illusion of the ancient painting.

The same movement, the same swing of the sword.

He frowned slightly, subconsciously grasping the sword.

He swung his sword according to the scene in front of him, again and again.

Slowly, the scene in front of him gradually disappeared, and Jiang Yang practiced his sword skills in this space again.

He suddenly felt something in his heart.

"Could it be that from the very beginning, my practice of martial arts was not because I wanted to get a healthy body."

Jiang Yang thought in his heart: "Is there a possibility? I just repeat the actions that others think are very boring, but I am very interesting in my heart just because I love it."

Thinking of this, Jiang Yang was suddenly shocked.

"Because of love?"

He took a deep breath, perhaps for no better reason than that.

And if this is the case, then the road ahead for me is not going a bit astray?

Because he was in danger and his opponent was too strong, out of prudence, he had to force himself to become stronger.

If so, it will naturally make the whole process very difficult and make yourself more and more tired.

But what about another angle?

What if I was not forced to practice martial arts, but just to enjoy martial arts itself?
His gaze gradually became sharper.

"I seem to understand what is missing."

He swung the long sword in his hand again, and this time, he completely abandoned the martial arts that he had spent a lot of energy cultivating in the fantasy world of ancient paintings.

Instead, I chose some martial arts that I practiced when I was a beginner.

"Danyang swordsmanship." He waved the sword lightly in his hand. The sword moves of Danyang swordsmanship are extremely simple, only six strokes.

His hands moved along the trajectory of the moves. At the beginning, they were even a little jerky, but he didn't care, just like he did when he first practiced the sword.

He was just feeling, feeling his original feeling carefully.

A smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he felt something in his heart: "So that's how it is."

"Yes, indeed!"

If it is forced by fate, a person can indeed become a master if he is forced, maybe with some talent.

But in any case, such people have limited results.

But if you want to climb to the peak height on a road, just relying on persecution is not enough.

A really good teacher is interest.

And if you really want to climb to the top on a road, you have to be "willingly".

"I see." Jiang Yang's eyes became brighter.

In the hands of Jiang Yang at this moment, these six moves seem to be a little different from before.

I saw him holding the black sword in his hand, just a simple forward thrust.

This stab seems to have the shadow of the original "Danyang swordsmanship", the shadow of the sword like a dragon and the tiger, and the shadow of the "Seven Absolute Sword Qi", and it also carries the enthusiasm that he gradually ignited at the moment.

"Yes, that's it!" Jiang Yang was excited, and then swung his sword again.

One sword after another, a crimson flame gradually ignited on the edge of his sword.

"Yes, this is what I want!"

He kept waving the long sword in his hand, from the shadows of various sword techniques blending into it at the beginning, to the boxing techniques and formation techniques...

The martial arts he has learned seem to be gradually fused together at this moment. Boxing can be performed through swordsmanship, and swordsmanship can also be revealed through boxing.

What is even more astonishing is that his movements, swordsmanship and even his moves contain the Dao rhyme of formations.

Immediately afterwards, thunder flashed in this space, and the terrifying thunder light agitated with the sword dance.

Jiang Yang didn't notice it at the moment, he seemed to have entered a state of ecstasy.

At this moment, there seems to be nothing else between the heaven and the earth except the martial arts he displayed.

And in this situation, the flaws and miscellaneousness of the martial arts he has learned are as dazzling as bright lights.

Jiang Yang involuntarily began to perfect his own martial arts, and as these martial arts became more and more perfect, he also gradually melted them all together.

He felt like a world-renowned master craftsman, forging an unprecedented magic weapon.

This magical weapon is like a sword, not a sword, like a fist, not a fist, like a formation but not a formation...

But he can feel that if this "divine weapon" can really be forged, his martial arts will have a terrifying leap.

He felt a little unbelievable in his heart, but he didn't dare to think too much, let alone interrupt his thoughts. He just followed this feeling of ecstasy, continuously smelting his own martial arts, and pushing them into this big melting pot that seemed to be able to smelt everything to go. (end of this chapter)