The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 165 Practicing Knife (both ordered and updated)
"Okay, Mr. Fang, please put away the painting. This is indeed a precious painting. Let's discuss the route of transporting the painting. If this painting falls into the hands of Xiao Lianyunzhai, it will be a hidden gem." .”

Yun Chu looked at it for a long time, resisting the desire to take another look, said reluctantly, Shen Zui also nodded.

At this time, Xiang Yang said his farewell very interestingly, and the route of transporting the painting was secret. Since he decided not to get involved in this matter, he naturally had to avoid suspicion, so as not to cause an accident and take the blame himself.

Fang Lu wanted to entertain Shen and Yun, and couldn't get away, so he asked Fang Ming to send Xiang Yang off, and gave him a small gift, which was not much less than the money Xiang Yang got from Lei's Manor.

Before leaving, Xiang Yang said, "From now on, if there is anything to do with the Fang family, you can come to the God's Catchment Gate to find me, do what you can, and you will never refuse."

This sentence made Fang Ming smile all over his face. How do you think the connections came from?Isn't it just weaving together one by one?
After leaving Fang's house, Xiang Yang exerted all his strength and quickly rushed back to the inn where he had joined before, returned to his room, lit the oil lamp, hid the silver ticket, and prepared to receive the last mission reward.

After defeating a disciple of the Qingguang Sword Sect, Xiang Yang was rewarded with a one-year training progress of the Flying Sand and Stone Walking Style [-], which in Xiang Yang's view is the reward that can improve his combat power in the shortest time.

Zixia's magical skills are exquisite and true, but it takes time to increase her internal skills and temper them. It is a long-term path, but the improvement of sword skills can make Xiang Yang's strength surge in a short period of time.

Back on the cold and hard wooden bed, Xiang Yang received the reward from the Wordless Book of Heaven, his eyes closed tightly, a familiar feeling came, his whole body was drifting, his soul was out of his body, and he came to a scorching sun in the sky, where the wild sand A desert that flows everywhere.

In the middle of the desert, a man wearing a bamboo hat, with a rough face, and only the edges and corners can be seen to be somewhat similar to Xiang Yang, is trekking in the desert with a long knife hanging.

Xiang Yang was deeply shocked by the endless heat, the despair with no end in sight, and the spectacle of rolling fine sand and pebbles into streams and circling in the air in the strong wind.

The desert, like the sea, has never been experienced or seen with one's own eyes, only heard people say, watched pictures and videos, and will never be able to feel the magic and magnificence of nature.

Having gained experience, Xiang Yang did not stop, his mind was attached to the man in the bamboo hat who was trekking, and his mind instantly became peaceful. Yes, he still felt that the shocking scene before was rare, but he was no longer moved.

The long knife he was holding was different from the slender blade of the Yanling Sword. It was broad and thick-backed. The animal skin wrapped around the scabbard was good or broken, making it look extremely shabby.

Suddenly, a torrent of wind and fine sand and flying stones rushed towards Xiang Yang. It was only a small one, but it brought Xiang Yang an irresistible feeling. beyond his imagination.

But at the critical moment, the long knife in his hand was still shot. His thick right hand held the handle of the knife. When the strong wind blew, his wrist turned over and he cleverly used his strength to release the knife. The knife was full of rust and looked worse than a hatchet .

But when the long knife was released, under the scorching sun, the light of the knife was brighter than the brightest pearl in the world. Fight against flying sand and stones.

Xiang Yang's heart trembled, and it was almost impossible to hold on to himself. This sword technique was beyond his imagination. The speed of the evil sword technique was cold and strange, and it was unexpected. Rugged, melting in the wind, the wind passes through the sword, without shadow or form.

"What a beautiful sword, what a strong sword, it turns out that the sword technique has been practiced to such a level, it doesn't matter whether it is a famous sword technique or not."

Xiang Yang knew very well that the essence of the Kuangfeng Saber Technique was far less exquisite and powerful than the Evil Resisting Swordsmanship, not to mention that the Thirteen Flying Sand and Rock Walking Forms were just one ultimate move. The shock to him was even greater.

"Martial arts are dead after all, and talents are alive. Martial arts have flaws, but humans can have no flaws."

At this moment, Xiang Yang's heart was full of only this sentence echoing, Canglang, the rusty knife was sheathed, the man continued to move forward, but it was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Xiang Yang was wondering, his mind suddenly moved, and he was driven forward by his own will. Xiang Yang suddenly understood what was going on.

"The wordless book is quite interesting. The rewards are the same every time, and the reward methods are different."

Xiang Yang understood that the knife just now was the limit that the thirteen moves of Feisha Zoushi could reach, and it was also a realm that the wordless book wanted to show him.

But the cultivation speed is his own cultivation, and the one-year cultivation time actually starts from now on.

Xiang Yang smiled slightly, reacting to the man in the bamboo hat in the desert, the corners of his mouth also turned up, and he touched the long knife in his hand. It was slightly heavier than the Yanling knife, but it was also very smooth.

"Okay, let's start to practice formally now. It will take a year to see how far I can go. Dao, this is what I am most proud of."

Xiang Yang murmured, and continued to walk forward in the wind and sand all over the sky. The soles of his boots had been smoothed, but it still couldn't affect his enthusiasm for practicing swords.

The thirteen poses of flying sand and walking stones are disassembled one by one, and practiced again from the first one. Every time you practice, you have to think about it carefully. Compared with the extraordinary and holy knife made by the man in the bamboo hat before, it suddenly feels like chaff, unsightly, adjust Mentality, continue to practice.

Xiang Yang has long understood the posture of the sword, the method of exerting force and luck, the trajectory of the sword technique, and the timing of the move, from the annotations attached to the sword technique, but understanding does not mean mastering it.

After more than ten years of practicing swords, Xiang Yang himself has good aptitude and comprehension, and he has indeed accumulated a solid accumulation. In practicing the Hu family's sword technique, the thirteen movements of flying sand and moving stones are more effective with half the effort and are very spiritual.

But there is one thing in the world that cannot be replaced by aptitude, comprehension and spirituality, and that is time, the time to practice, even if you are a genius, it takes time to accumulate and turn it into your own accumulation.

There is a typical example here. Su Xinghe of the Xiaoyao School is far superior to Ding Chunqiu in terms of talent, but his energy is scattered, he focuses on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has insufficient time to practice martial arts, so he is surpassed by Ding Chunqiu who is diligent in martial arts.

Even the master of the two, Wu Yazi, sighed quite a bit about this, one is extremely talented and has a pure nature, but he is uncultivated, wasting his talent, and the other is diligent in making up for his weakness, his martial arts can be passed down, but his intentions are not righteous.

Xiang Yang is like Su Xinghe, who is talented but lacks time to practice.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Book, which can so miraculously improve his martial arts realm, he would never be distracted from other martial arts, such as palm technique, fingering technique and leg technique, but would specialize in saber techniques, proficient in everything. Like loose, not as fine.

Time passed by so slowly, and Xiang Yang's sword practice was getting better and better. In the desert, he used his swords and swords as the sun rose and the moon set. He didn't need food or convenience. Just like that, a year passed by in a hurry.

In the inn room, Xiang Yang opened his eyes suddenly, with a frightening aura, his eyes were sharp, like a magic knife out of its sheath, but it didn't take long for the sharpness to subside and turn into a plain look.

He lightly went down to the ground, stroked the Yanling Saber on the table, but didn't know what to do, the blade jumped out of the sheath and fell into Xiang Yang's hand.

"For a year, without eating or drinking, without sleep and rest, practicing swords is almost crazy, and the gains are indeed not small. Unfortunately, it is still far from the peak, but it should be enough."

With a smile in his eyes, Xiang Yang put away the Yanling knife, stretched his waist, turned around and walked to the bed to spread the bedding, and slept with his clothes on. Although the reality was only a moment, in the illusion, he had been tired for too long. Get some rest.

　As I said before, I started with an initial order of 700, and when I went up, I added a chapter for every two hundred, and now the average order is more than [-], so I added a chapter.

　　
　
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