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Chapter 9 The Sword Formation is Embarrassing
"You had your epiphany for eleven days."

Mo Xunling said this sentence concisely and concisely.

"Epiphany?" Jiang Huaian was slightly stunned, with a rare trace of confusion on his delicate face.

It turns out that the reason why I practiced so fast was because I encountered a sudden enlightenment that is rare for a monk to encounter in his life.

The so-called epiphany is when the monk's mind stirs up the world and catches a glimpse of the will of heaven in the vast world.Bless yourself with this will,

Enlightenment is an excellent opportunity for a monk's practice and state of mind.Unexpectedly, the mysterious and profound insights I gained from using my spiritual power while practicing swordsmanship would be an epiphany.

"You have achieved some success in the first level of "Xunling Sword Technique"."

"So..." Mo Xunling paused.

"Let's go to the sword formation trial"

"Sword formation?" Jiang Huaian had not yet realized what the sword formation his master was talking about was. The next moment, he was lifted up by a force, and when he landed on the ground, there was an empty and dark sky.

A darkness and silence surrounded the surroundings, and Jiang Huaian started to tremble. The silent darkness was the most dangerous. Jiang Huaian wanted to cover his surroundings with spiritual power, but found that he could not use the spiritual power.

The spiritual power is imprisoned...

Jiang Huaian gritted his back teeth and looked at everything in front of him warily. There seemed to be a vague beast peeping at him in the darkness. Jiang Huaian clenched the unsheathed thin sword in his hand, and his whole person was in a state of alert.

Suddenly, a few bright lights appeared faintly in the darkness, and then there were several sounds of breaking through the air. Chill quickly rushed to the limbs and bones. Jiang Huaian quickly turned sideways to avoid a long sword, and then picked up the sword in his hand to resist another attack. The long sword struck each other with a metallic, harsh trembling sound. Jiang Huaian was shaken by the impact and took a few steps back. His mouth was slightly numb.

There was no time to relax, and another four or five swords rushed towards Jiang Huaian. Jiang Huaian could only dodge in various postures, and waved his sword vigorously to resist. The sound of iron swords sounded from time to time, and Jiang Huaian's tiger's mouth had cracked. , blood oozed out, and there were several bloody wounds on his body.Gradually, he became unable to do what he wanted. The sword came too fast. Before he could see clearly, there were already wounds on his body. He lost blood and every move affected the wounds. His movements became extremely slow. Jiang Huaian gritted his teeth and his phoenix eyes were slightly gleaming. , still waving the sword vigorously to dodge.

Looking at the endless stream of swords coming and going, Jiang Huaian couldn't help but feel a little tired.

There is no spiritual power in the Dantian;
How to perform the Xunling Sword Technique?

Jiang Huaian could only resist the swords that kept coming towards him with tired and persistent perseverance. There were more and more wounds on his body. Seeing how these swords with no spiritual power could make him so embarrassed, Jiang Huaian couldn't help but feel extremely helpless. .

Due to excessive blood loss, Jiang Huaian's consciousness gradually became hazy. These unmanned mortal swords were able to force him to this point. The arrogance of those monks with supernatural powers that Jiang Huaian had just traveled through suddenly became completely gone.

A monk is nothing without his spiritual power.

Jiang Huaian resisted these swords sluggishly, as if there was a voice in his heart that kept saying to him, "Give up, give up, without spiritual power, nothing will work."

Another sword energy cut a sharp and ferocious wound on her shoulder.

The voice in my heart became heavier and heavier.

Jiang Huaian gritted his teeth and said, "Go away!" It was just a trick to confuse people.
Even if she had no spiritual power, she still had a sword and Xun Ling sword technique. Jiang Huaian clenched the sword in his hand and stood still.

The first form of Xun Ling Sword Technique!
Can Xue's throat is broken!

A surging sword energy rushed towards the swords that were constantly coming towards him, and all the seemingly endless swords fell to the ground with a clang.

Jiang Huaian seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and slowly fell down.

Outside the sword formation, Mo Xunling looked like a human being transformed into Ruxue. He looked at Jiang Huaian's performance in the sword formation and nodded slightly.

"He is talented in the way of swordsmanship."

Immediately afterwards, Mo Xunling frowned slightly, and Jiang Huaian's vitality became weaker and weaker.Jiang Huaian waved his hand and the sword formation stopped.

Mo Xunling flew from the snow into the sword formation and picked up the scarred Jiang Huaian. The blood stained her white clothes red, and then the blood stains dissipated. Mo Xunling carried Jiang Huaian to the edge of the cold pool and fed her a clotted blood pill. Pill, and then sent her spiritual power to help her dissolve the medicine.

In a hazy state, Jiang Huaian felt that his originally cold body was warming up, spiritual energy was pouring into his body, and his wounds had healed a lot.But the blood stains still stayed on the body, and some wounds were so deep that the bones were visible.

"According to your teaching methods, this little girl will be tortured to death by you,"

"Even if you hope that she can master the sword's will and develop the sword's heart, this is too hasty."

At some point, a white-haired man appeared behind Mo Xunling, still dressed in red, with white hair falling to the ground, and nine white fox tails behind him.

"It was my negligence." Mo Xunling didn't say much. He quietly channeled spiritual power to his little disciple, and the wound was gradually healing.

"Although I almost damaged my foundation, it was a blessing in disguise and I gained some insights into the art of swordsmanship." Yan Chen lazily leaned on the side.

It's just that Jiang Huaian didn't wake up until the wound was completely healed.Mo Xunling stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, and looked into his consciousness to check. Everything was normal, and even the energy and blood were stronger than before.

It turned out that I fell asleep because I was too tired.

Mo Xunling felt relieved, picked up Jiang Huaian, and moved to Jiang Huaian's cave. The little child huddled in her arms, and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes on the fair face closed. Mo Xunling's rare I relented, feeling that I was being too harsh on such a young child, and it was not good to act too hastily.

Mo Xunling placed Jiang Huaian on the ice bed, and then walked out of the cave with him under the look of his master.

"This kid has a special physique."

Yan Chenxiao spoke with interest, and the fox tail slowly swayed, brushing away the snow that fell on the tip of his tail.

"Pure Yin body?" Mo Xunling first thought of the worst outcome.His brows furrowed slightly.

"No, she has a different physique than you."

Yan Chen smiled, his red clothes were blown up by the whistling wind, and his slightly raised fox eyes were very charming.

But Mo Xunling didn't react much. He just looked into Yan Chen's eyes and motioned for him to continue talking. "There seems to be a special bloodline in her body that has been sealed. And even I am not sure of breaking this seal."

"You little disciple, your background is not simple."

"Will it have any effect on her body?"

Mo Xunling heard it bluntly. She didn't want her apprentice to have the same experience as herself.

"As of now, no."

Yan Chen touched his chin.

"What will happen to her if the seal is broken?"

"You may die due to blood rejection, or you may... your skill will increase greatly."

Mo Xunling was silent for a while and said coldly.

"understood."

.........

three days later

On the ice bed that exuded the slightest chill, the thin and delicate child slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Huaian slowly sat up from the bed, the longevity lock around his neck made a crisp sound. Looking at the familiar ice wall, he was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had woken up from his sleep.

Jiang Huaian had a dream for three days. The scenery in the dream was ever-changing, and all were peaceful and gorgeous scenes. After waking up from the dream, he unexpectedly felt a little lost.

"How do you feel?" Mo Xunling was standing in front of Jiang Huaian at some point?Concern can be seen faintly on his face.

"It feels good." Jiang Huaian smiled.

"I dreamed of many scenes, full of prosperity."

"Gobi desert, snow falling on isolated mountains, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, horses galloping on the grassland, sunset on the long river..."

"Master, if possible, I would like to use my own steps to measure these places."

The little girl spoke in a very firm tone.

"Yes." Mo Xunling touched her long black hair that was not restrained by a hair tie. The cold satin-like texture made her stay for a while longer.

"Traveling around the world is also a kind of spiritual practice."

……

Mo Xunling did not let Jiang Huaian go to the sword formation to undergo those life and death exercises that almost damaged his foundation.Instead, let her watch the flow of water under the waterfall and understand the sword intention of the water flow.

She has the root of water spirit, and she understands the artistic conception of water flow, which complements each other and has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

On the endless snowfield, a small figure stood under the waterfall and spring, holding a sword made of cold iron, and waved it persistently against the water over and over again.

Jiang Huaian continued to instill spiritual power into the long sword, and used the first level of Xun Ling Sword Technique again and again: Can Xue Broken Throat!

The sword was swung one after another, and the sharp sword intention was filled with ice and coldness, and they all rushed towards the rushing waterfall. Jiang Huaian spent half of his spiritual power on this move, which only made the rushing water stagnant for a moment, and then continued fall.

The knife is cut off from the water

In front of the endless waterfall, Jiang Huaian truly realized this sentence.

Water seems to be soft, but it only seeks the lower places. In fact, it contains majestic and turbulent power, which makes people tremble, and has the tolerance to swallow everything.

Jiang Huaian put away his sword, and as if he had some realization, he looked at the endless, extremely cold waterfall in front of him.

After a while, he drew out the sword again. It was no longer as fast as before, but calmly, with a gentle and surging momentum. In an instant, the sword energy enveloped the light blade, and swung it surgingly. Towards the waterfall, the waterfall paused for a moment visible to the naked eye in mid-air, and then continued to fall.

There was only a pause, which was a gratifying thing for Jiang Huaian.

I realized a trace of the sword intention of water and benefited a lot.

"good."

Mo Xunling appeared behind Jiang Huaian and praised.

“But the sword style is a bit behind closed doors and lacks actual combat, so we should pay attention to it in the future.

"You can go to the back mountain of our sect to hunt monsters and gain practical experience."

"Okay" Jiang Huaian responded.

The conversation was extremely concise and neat, and in the eyes of others, it seemed that he was a master and disciple who were quite familiar with each other.But Jiang Huaian knew in his heart that his beautiful master just had a cold personality and was very good to him.

During the two months when she realized the meaning of the sword, the master would feed herself rare spiritual fruits every day, use the best medicinal materials to make medicinal baths for herself, and help her mold her body. She was extremely concerned about her disciple. , I’m just not good at expressing myself.

(End of this chapter)