Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"Please give me the Dharma from the Patriarch!" Zhang Zhiwei gave a big salute.

The frowned brows of Emperor Zhenwu relaxed. Although the true spirit manifested this time, it was originally to pass on the law to this little guy. The sword he gave Zhang Zhiwei before was also to test the school. Although the attack was heavy, it was measured and he would not take it anymore. His life, but if the other party doesn't understand, then this method doesn't have to be taught.

"I didn't like your attitude earlier, but I am very satisfied with the strength you showed!" Emperor Zhenwu said: "Although I have tried it just now, I still want to hear your understanding of the swordsmanship. .”

Okay, we're back to the beginning again. Did I get that sword in vain? ...Zhang Zhiwei cursed in his heart, but he had no regrets at all. Even if it had never happened before, he would still choose to do it.

He had almost never had such a hearty battle. Who would have thought that the most enjoyable fight he had ever had when he came to Liaodong was with Emperor Zhenwu?

Although he was completely tortured by the emperor in the end, it was not shameful to lose to Emperor Zhenwu. Besides, although he rarely lost, he actually didn't care about winning or losing. He cared more about gains and losses.

Zhang Zhiwei had an intuition that this would be the biggest gain from his trip to Liaodong, and he immediately spoke honestly about his feelings:

"I have been practicing since I was a child. Although I major in inner alchemy, I am also involved in other aspects. Swordsmanship is no exception. Since I started, I have practiced the ancient swordsmanship inherited from the Tianshi Mansion in the late Han Dynasty. When I was fifteen years old, I was able to do this. Dao Dacheng, can be called a master of swordsmanship. When it comes to swordsmanship, I can't find many opponents worthy of my sword, so I rarely use the sword, and often just slap my opponent casually and finish off my opponents!"

In front of Emperor Zhenwu, Zhang Zhiwei didn't say any nonsense like small achievements or billions of points. He directly displayed the arrogance in his heart to the fullest.

"Okay!" Emperor Zhenwu did not reprimand Zhang Zhiwei for being arrogant. He admired Zhang Zhiwei's true temperament: "Then tell me about your master swordsmanship!"

Zhang Zhiwei said: "In the world of strangers, although there is no such thing as a strength ranking list, there is a recognized title of master. Those who have mastered swordsmanship can be called masters. The interpretation of these masters' swordsmanship is that one has to take small steps to achieve swordsmanship. Dharma Dacheng takes the shoulders."

"'Taibu' means that the sword's advance and retreat must rely on flexible and quick footwork. Mastering this is a small success."

"As for Dacheng taking the shoulder, it means that the shoulder connected to the big arm is the root of the sword hilt. The shoulder should be used to control the sword, turning the sword into a part of the arm, so as to realize the integration of man and sword, like an arm using a finger. This is swordsmanship Great success!"

After hearing this, Emperor Zhenwu smiled and said: "To achieve success, you don't have to rely on flexible and quick footwork as you said. This is just the basic skill of cultivation and should not be included in the way of swordsmanship!"

"The way of sword is the way of killing. If you want to achieve success, you must be in the process of killing. The so-called success in taking steps should be to master your own pace and the opponent's pace, judge the timing of the opponent's advance and retreat, and then use your sword to kill the enemy."

"And Dacheng takes the shoulder, that is, as you said, the shoulder connected to the big arm is the root of the sword hilt. Masters use their shoulders to control the sword. By controlling your own shoulder and the opponent's shoulder, you can predict the enemy's prophet , take advantage of every move to kill the enemy!"

"Judging from the previous fights, it is impossible for you kid to not understand these principles, but you don't keep these master's words in mind. You still take the wrong approach and go your own way, abandoning the complicated understanding of foreign objects, and only retaining Kendo explores its own part!”

Emperor Zhenwu stared at Zhang Zhiwei with a penetrating gaze: "You don't consider your opponent's timing of advance or retreat, nor do you think about confronting your opponent's moves. All your attention is on yourself. Should I say you are an expert and bold, or are you arrogant and arrogant?"

Zhang Zhiwei also smiled and said: "Master Patriarch's opinion, in fact, in my opinion, traditional swordsmanship cares too much about the outside world and lacks exploration of oneself. Swordsmanship and swordsmanship, even if they are broken by heaven, they are just human beings." When I cast it, the man and the sword become one, and the rest can be left to others. I only have one sword, and this sword is burdened with my lifelong cultivation and understanding. I use the sword to carry my way, and use my power to suppress others. Use Tao to suppress people, instead of focusing on the application of the technique itself!"

After listening to Zhang Zhiwei's words, Emperor Zhenwu stood up and laughed loudly:

"Do you know why I'm looking for you, not those little cow-noses from Wudang? Because you have the same temperament as me, and also because those little cow-noses can't understand!"

"You're right. No matter how advanced your swordsmanship is, even if it's close to the Tao, it's still a skill, not the Tao itself. In fact, whether it's cutting mountains and splitting seas or slaying demons, this isn't the skill of swordsmanship, it's the skill itself. The embodiment of Tao!”

"I have a sword that can carry the Tao. If you can understand it, this sword can move mountains, overturn seas, subjugate monsters, and suppress demons..."

While speaking, Emperor Zhenwu pulled out his sword, and in an instant, the space seemed to be spinning.

"I teach it once, the only time."

Emperor Zhenwu slowly swung his sword, and the sword light was like a ray of green energy surrounding his whole body. The ray of green energy formed a perfect circle as he swung it faster and faster, which contained the Tai Chi Bagua and turned out to be a complete Qimen pattern. .

No, more than one.

The sword edge cut through the air, causing a roar. The air around Emperor Zhenwu turned into turbulence, vaguely forming three perfect circles and three patterns.

At the same time, the voice of Emperor Zhenwu came out:

"Returning to younger sisters tends to Wuwu, Wuwu tends to the same people, and the same people tend to be great. A turns to C, B turns to Geng, Geng turns to Gui, the friendship between Zichou, the friendship between Chen and Si, the friendship between Wuwei, wind and thunder are all changes, and the mountains and rivers are changing. It is a change, water and fire are a change, Qian Kun stimulates each other, Zhen Dui stimulates each other, Li Xun stimulates each other, three increases to become five, five increases to form nine..."

In the pattern, the figure of Emperor Zhenwu blurred.

Zhang Zhiwei stared at Emperor Zhenwu intently, memorizing every detail about him.

This is Emperor Zhenwu's deliberate performance of martial arts.

Every move he makes contains profound "Tao" and "reason", and there is no room for error.

As Emperor Zhenwu turned his wrist, the ordinary three-foot iron sword's light suddenly increased, and he waved the fourth Qimen pattern, followed by the fifth, and the sixth...

When the nine patterns were swung out, they all merged into one. At the moment of unity, Emperor Zhenwu thrust out that sword, which was almost perfect, a sword that opened up the world.

Under this sword, there seemed to be drums and horns contending between heaven and earth, and the strange sect structure surrounding it suddenly turned into two halves. Starting from the middle palace, it was broken into two pieces by the sword blade, and then collapsed.

At the moment when the Qimen Bureau collapsed, Zhang Zhiwei's soul was shaken, as if he had seen a scene of the sky falling apart.

He finally understood the reason why when Emperor Zhenwu struck out that seemingly ordinary sword earlier, he tried all his methods, but all of them were useless, and they were all cut through by one sword.

There is no way to resist this sword, or even to fight against it. It is a sword that breaks the situation. The sword carries the Tao. If the Tao is strong enough, this sword will have incredible power.

After the drill, Emperor Zhenwu sheathed his sword, put the iron sword back into its scabbard, looked back at Zhang Zhiwei, his eyes flickered, and he didn't say anything, but it seemed like he had said everything.

There is an agreement between them. Although it has not been formally written, he has fulfilled it. Next, it depends on this little guy.

He is just a god who exists based on the dharma lineage. The power of faith accumulated by countless people for thousands of years gives him extremely powerful power.

It is precisely because of the power of faith that he can understand the sufferings of the people better, but unfortunately, he cannot get rid of the Dharma lineage, nor can he leave the spiritual world for a long time. He needs to go through some rituals before he can entrust the true spirit and come for a short time.

Even when he was in the Dharma lineage, he was asleep most of the time, just mechanically releasing his divine power according to the set rituals.

The reason why he woke up last time was because he felt the pain in the power of faith among all living beings, so he woke up briefly.

During this period, he found a guy who came to borrow divine power. He didn't follow rules and used a lot of simple steps, but he still gave him the order.

He then walked over and took a look, and then he realized what happened next.

When I go back this time, Zhen Ling is sleeping. When I wake up again, I don’t know when it will be. I hope the world will be peaceful at that time... Emperor Zhenwu thought in his heart.

Subsequently, countless cyan arcs of light overflowed and flashed out from Emperor Zhenwu's body. They were light and gorgeous, carving an extremely complicated Five Elements and Bagua diagram on the ground.

In the middle palace of the Bagua Diagram, Emperor Zhenwu slowly sat down cross-legged. The green light dissipated, and his eyes as bright as stars disappeared little by little.

A huge and mighty god with disheveled hair and golden armor flew out from above his head.

The god glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, and then slowly disappeared. He returned to the spiritual world and his dharma lineage.

Zhang Zhiwei kowtowed three times in the direction where Emperor Zhenwu disappeared, and whispered:

"Farewell to the Patriarch!"

Then, he stood up and looked at the circular pattern left by Emperor Zhenwu.

Inside the pattern are the eight trigrams and heavenly stems rotating clockwise, and on the outside are the earthly branches and the twenty-four solar terms rotating counterclockwise. It makes people feel dizzy at a glance.

This is the practice method of Emperor Zhenwu's sword just now.

Fenghou Qimen's cultivation method is a Qimen pattern map, and Emperor Zhenwu's demon sword technique is also a Qimen pattern map.

Even in terms of its complexity, it is not as simple as Fenghou Qimen. If Emperor Zhenwu did not perform martial arts, Zhang Zhiwei might have to work hard to understand the secrets.

However, because of Emperor Zhenwu's martial arts performance, many things can be learned by oneself without a teacher.

Zhang Zhiwei stared at the pattern, watching the wind and snow blow away its traces bit by bit, but he had no intention of saving it or copying it. He just watched the pattern become increasingly faded.

If the world knew that there once was an extremely powerful magic skill here, but it was blown away by the wind and snow, I'm afraid they would have to fight for the earth with their heads.

After seeing the pattern disappear, Zhang Zhiwei felt something in his heart. He took out the Dongfeng sword, stepped forward, and drew a circle on the ice and snow.

Around this circle, he sometimes turns forward and sometimes reverses, giving people the feeling of embracing yin and yang.

When practicing together, many things are the same. When a warlock fights with others, a strange game will be opened. Ordinary warlocks will start a strange game with the enemy as the center, while a warlock who practices Wuhou Qimen will start a strange game with himself as the center. The center started a strange game.

The method of Emperor Zhenwu should be a combination of the two. It can open multiple small patterns at the same time. Whether using weapons or bare hands, there is a unique game of its own.

There is a pattern of swords, and there is a pattern of guns. With weapons as the center, it is one pattern, and with the enemy as the center, there is another pattern. Focusing on yourself is also a game. A battle can have many games. If you can control and link these small patterns, it will explode with extremely terrifying power!

Zhang Zhiwei sighed: "The combination of multiple strange situations can even break the pattern of heaven and earth with one blow. No wonder my methods can't stop it. This is not an unfair defeat!"

Zhang Zhiwei pinched his eyebrows and recalled the previous scene. When Emperor Zhenwu drew his sword, he seemed to feel that time had stopped.

At that moment, Emperor Zhenwu merged those strange situations and turned them into a line that ran through everything.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes fell on the tip of his sword. The only thing left in his world was the tip of the Dongfeng sword. Then, a strange game slowly unfolded, and then suddenly converged into a line.

As the sword thrust out, a ray of black-gold light left Zhang Zhiwei's palm.

The Dongfeng sword broke through Zhang Zhiwei's speed limit and turned into a line. Chehan's murderous aura poured out like a gate opening. This sword seemed to be able to separate the world.

"Hahahaha...it's done, Master Tao, I'm done!"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed, he had mastered the magic sword technique.

Although he was a bit immature, Emperor Zhenwu could swing nine rounds with one sword. He only performed one dance, and it was the most basic one of his own. But this is not important. What is important is that he practiced it well.

This is like the Tang Sect's alchemy, either you can't get into it, but you've mastered it after you get in.

As for the number and distance of pill bites, they are all the result of acquired practice.

The same is true for the Demonic Sword Technique.

Zhang Zhiwei wanted to try again, but suddenly a shuddering feeling of weakness came over him, as if something was opening his skull, and he quickly stopped.

It wasn't that this move had any major backlash, but that the Qi in his body was consumed too much and was not enough to use.

After all, he had already consumed a lot of energy before, and after fighting Emperor Zhenwu for hundreds of rounds, his energy consumption was even greater.

Although the Zhenwu Emperor recovered his injuries, the Emperor did not restore his lost Qi, so he was not in the mood to try any moves now.

"Clang!"

Zhang Zhiwei put the sword back into its scabbard. Although his body was very tired, his mood was extremely high.

"Not bad, this is the biggest gain from my trip to Liaodong!"

This demon-swinging sword, regardless of other functions, in terms of lethality, far exceeds the Eight Magic Skills, and is even much higher than the thunder method. It is already his strongest killing move now.

"Why don't we change the name? Just one sword and call it Demon Sword Technique. It's not appropriate!"

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei remembered what Emperor Zhenwu said before, that this sword can move mountains, overturn seas, subjugate monsters, suppress demons...

"One sword can move mountains, one sword can overturn seas, one sword can subdue demons, one sword can suppress demons...it doesn't sound good."

"Just now Emperor Zhenwu pierced the pattern of heaven and earth with one sword, let's call it...one sword to separate the world!"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, adjusted his breath briefly, took out the Yin and Yang paper, asked about the location of Lu Ci and others, and hurried over.