I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 63
That night, Song Boyu came home with a mountain of fur, which shocked Xiu Niang: "Brother, did you kill a pack of wolves?"

Song Boyu said calmly: "I went to the suburbs to practice martial arts, but I didn't expect that Miss Luqiu was being chased by a pack of wolves, so I rushed to rescue her and killed all the wolves."

After hearing this, Xiuniang quickly checked Song Boyu's body. When she saw that his arm was injured, her eyes instantly turned red: "Brother, don't take such risks in the future. Even if you are saving others, you must first ensure your own safety."

Song Boyu didn't have the nerve to explain that the injury was not caused by a pack of wolves, but by his own careless practice. He said vaguely: "Don't worry, I have such a lovely sister, why don't I pay attention to my own safety?"

That night, Song Boyu returned to his room. As soon as he went to bed and was about to enter the dreamland of the waning moon, Xiu Niang walked in with a pot of potion, ointment and white linen cloth.

Her eyes were still red, and her voice was soft: "Brother, I just went to Liu Langzhong's house. Fortunately, his house is not closed. Let's quickly apply these wound medicines."

Song Boyu touched Xiu Niang's head and blamed himself: "Xiu Niang, my brother has made you worry again."

Xiu Niang tried hard to control the tears in her eyes, smeared Song Boyu's arms with bruise medicine, and said softly: "Brother, Xiu Niang is very proud that you can risk your own life to help others. But you must remember that you cannot sacrifice yourself for others. If you really encounter unpredictability, Protect yourself first, don't leave me alone."

Song Boyu looked at his sister quietly, his arm hurt slightly. Xiu Niang was not very skilled, but Song Boyu didn't say anything. He just smiled and watched his sister apply medicinal wine to clean his wound, then apply ointment and tie a bandage.

The wound was moisturized by the ointment, which felt cool, and his heart felt warm.

That night, Song Boyu once again entered the dreamland of the waning moon.

He immediately chose the historical scene of Wen Xiaoxian, but he did not rush to deduce new fighting methods, but thought about it and said:

"Innovating tactics is definitely not something that happens overnight, and the essence of life is definitely a kind of energy.

If we understand it according to the scientific thinking of previous lives, an ideal magnetic field binds a large number of electrons to rotate around a center. If it hits the target, it will be released immediately after hitting the target. It should have an effect similar to that of an energy cannon, a high-temperature radiation explosion.

Theoretically, the faster the speed, the more terrifying the power produced when disintegrated and released.

However, if you want to completely break away from control and continue to rotate according to inertia, it will not happen overnight. Adjustment and trial and error are essential.

Why don't I practice sword light first, and then slowly study this very potential trick. "

After clarifying his thoughts, Song Boyu immediately started practicing "Sword Light".

Before Wen Xiaoxian met Jiao Tianyu, he was able to control the Shangxiang Mansion with his unique skill of Jian Mang. He had a profound understanding and experience of this Kung Fu.

In the dream, Song Boyu was equivalent to directly learning from Master Jianmang, and the effect was outstanding.

Three days after the dream, the long sword in Song Boyu's hand glowed slightly and was shrouded in a layer of sharp gold.

In front of him was a one-foot-thick billet of hundred-smelted steel. He waved it hard, like a sharp knife cutting meat, and the billet turned into two pieces with neat cross-sections.

"It's done! Although the sword's gleam only grows a hair, it's definitely done. It's so sharp that it can cut fine steel like meat or melons. It's really great."

As Song Boyu cut the fine steel with his sword, the dream was shattered. Three hours in reality had passed and he opened his eyes.

"To maximize the effect of the sword's light, I also need a good sword, a sword refined with thousands of iron essences!"

The so-called iron essence is the essence extracted from iron by monks. It is an extremely common and basic material in the world of spiritual practice. This material itself does not have spirituality, but it can be integrated with spiritual energy. Spiritual energy with different attributes can nourish the body. Years later, it will turn into the yin-yang and five-element iron essence, which will become a good material for forging spiritual weapons.

Similarly, there are copper essence, silver essence and gold essence, all of which are basic materials in the spiritual world.

Because of Jiao Tianyu, Wen Xiaoxian was also able to use the Thousand-Refined Steel Sword forged with fine iron. He used the sword to move the sword's light, and unexpectedly found it to be particularly suitable. He used a steel sword forged from ordinary iron, and the sword's light was up to three millimeters long. But with this sword, the sword light is one centimeter longer and the sharpness is a whole new level.

Later, Wen Xiaoxian refined the Dayang Essence, and used the sword radiance transformed by the Dayang Essence to warm and nourish the sword. This lasted for 20 years, and the sword turned into a rare treasure similar to the Five Elements Iron Essence. Even a warrior who does not know the sword radiance skills , using this sword can also stimulate the sword light.

If Wen Xiaoxian uses it himself, its power will be doubled, and he can win against powerful monsters or spirit-guiding monks.

After Song Boyu cultivated his sword light, he also became interested in Tie Jing.

"Take this matter slowly. After all, the quantity of iron essence is large. According to Wen Xiaoxian's memory, it can be bought in many places. I estimate that if you collect a thousand taels of silver, you should be able to buy enough iron essence."

After getting up to change clothes, Song Boyu took out his long and short swords and walked out of the room.

At this time, the moon and stars were sparse, and the cold winter wind was biting. Song Boyu was wearing a single suit, holding a short sword in one hand and a long sword in the other, and started practicing in the courtyard.

He does not have any fixed rules and moves, or because he has been constantly fighting in the three dreams, now he is no longer limited to a certain kind of swordsmanship and moves, but does whatever he wants, and everything depends on the opponent.

The sword danced faster and faster, Song Boyu's swords shone with golden light, and the golden essence covered the two swords, gradually becoming sharper, and the swords glowed!
A sliver of sword light can cut stones like tofu, possessing a forceful power.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky unknowingly. Song Boyu's sword danced faster and faster. There were no snowflakes in his hair, clothes, or within one meter of his body.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a crisp sound, and the long and short swords in Song Boyu's hand cracked and shattered with a bang.

He attached himself to observe, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that the sword made of ordinary iron is still not good. After long-term exposure to the sword light, it will not be able to hold on. If I want to fight with the sword light, I must first prepare a few more sword."

After cleaning up the fragments of the two swords, Song Boyu returned to the room. Early the next morning, the snow had stopped.

Xiuniang was wearing a thick skirt and jacket, and a velvet hat. She was very happy when she saw the snow in the yard.

She looked back and smiled, holding the snow in her hands and said to Song Boyu: "With such heavy snow, there will definitely be a good harvest next year. Let's build a snowman together!"

Song Boyu felt that his sister was extremely cute at this moment, but it was a pity that he was not good at painting and could not draw this beautiful moment.

He smiled and agreed, then took a snowball and threw it gently at his sister: "Okay!"

Xiu Niang quickly dodged, laughed, and fought back.

The two played around with snowballs for a while, then started shoveling the snow together and building a snowman.

The two made a total of four snowmen, two large and two small, just like they used to do as a family of four.

Xiuniang clasped her hands together and faced the direction of the main room, where the ashes of her parents were enshrined. She said silently in her heart: "Father, mother, Xiuniang and brother are living a very good life now, I hope your spirits in the sky can continue to bless us safe and happy, and bless my brother to find the spiritual energy to dispel the spirit." , the way to live a long life.”

(End of this chapter)