He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

He was comprehending the power of lightning and feeling the thunder.

He wanted to incorporate the strongest momentum and the most powerful lightning into his swordsmanship.

This is difficult, extremely difficult, almost impossible, no, it is simply impossible.

But Zhang Beixing wanted to try it, and he had to make this attempt.

Because you won’t know whether something will succeed until you try it.

In an instant, the sword in Zhang Beixing's hand became faster, his sword moves became more chaotic, but his steps were still light and graceful.

His long gown fluttered freely in the strong wind. At this moment, he was like a swordsman in a martial arts novel, practicing swordplay uninhibitedly, freely and selflessly.

Along with the thunder that seemed like a divine punishment, heavy rain fell.

In an instant, the rain wet Zhang Beixing's hair and his long gown, and also dripped onto the Wen Dao Sword.

The sound of Wendao's sword did not weaken in the rain at all, but became even louder.

The sword light roamed around wantonly, and finally gathered back onto the Dao Sword.

Zhang Beixing stared at the falling raindrops and swung his sword!

The Sword of Asking Dao cut off the raindrops in mid-air, as if it wanted to cut the space in half.

The audience in the live broadcast room were already stunned, and barrages of comments poured in like heavy rain.

"The host is so handsome, practicing swordplay in the rain, every move and every style strikes my heart directly."

"Indeed, the host's operation was quite handsome. He felt like a swordsman who walked out of a martial arts novel."

"The host is really interesting. If he could do a sword kick at this time, the feeling and the artistic conception would be perfect!"

"Ahhh, my husband is so handsome. I want to give birth to a baby for you!"

"Hurry up and show us your new special effects. If the rain stops, we won't have the chance to show you your new special effects."

"Yes, anchor, this kind of rain comes and goes quickly, maybe it will stop soon."

"New special effects! New special effects! Come on, husband, fill my screen with your special effects!"

Thunder roared and lightning flashed faintly above the dark clouds.

Another thick flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire sky and mountain scenery.

However, all this did not make Zhang Beixing retreat at all, nor did it make him feel awe and fear.

He was determined to feel the power of the thunder, integrate it into his practice, and cultivate the supreme sword skills!
When he raised his hand, the sword was in full force, and nothing could stop him; when he waved his hand, the sword was in full force, and he could kill gods and Buddhas, and he could cut through the sky with one sword! He vowed to become the unique sword immortal on land in this world and forever!
……

Not far away, Zhao Wenbin, wearing a black raincoat and a waterproof phone case, wiped the rain off his face and shouted to the live broadcast room: "Brothers! I have arrived at the Great Wall of the sword-practicing anchor. I just watched his live broadcast room. He is broadcasting live now. I will go and fight against fakes now!"

"Friends who want to watch the anti-counterfeiting show, please follow the anchor and give him some gifts. It's too hard. I didn't expect it to rain so hard today. It's really hard for me."

He had checked the weather forecast and it said there would be thunderstorms, so he prepared a raincoat.

I didn't expect it to actually be used.

When he first entered the mountain, the sky was clear. He thought there would be no thunderstorm and was a little happy.

Because if it doesn't rain, Zhang Beixing will continue the live broadcast; but if it rains, Zhang Beixing may pack up and leave, and then he will have to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to fight against counterfeiting.

However, the thunderstorm still came, but what was even more unexpected was that Zhang Beixing did not leave, but continued to practice sword in the rain.

This is undoubtedly a great opportunity for him.

As long as he can successfully expose Zhang Beixing’s counterfeiting today, he will definitely become popular on the entire Internet!

Luxury cars, luxury houses, money, beauties, champagne...you will be able to have whatever you want when the time comes.

Even when he got to the club, he could confidently shout, "I'm going to beat ten!"

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with joy.

The comments from the audience in the live broadcast room became even more enthusiastic.

"Host, stop wasting time and go and fight the fakes! If you can really succeed, won't you be able to get as many gifts as you want?"

"That's what I'm saying. You're the only one here who's talking about fighting fakes. Why don't you do it? Are you scared, host?"

"I think they are probably just scared. These fake-fighting people are basically picking on the weak. They know that those martial arts masters are fake, so they are not afraid. But if they really meet someone who might be really good, they will be afraid."

"Host, you just want to attract attention, right? Otherwise, why are you still talking so much here? Why don't you hurry up? Really."

Facing the urging and questioning of the audience, Zhao Wenbin put on an apologetic smile: "Who said the anchor was scared? I've come this far and there's no way I can turn back. I've decided today that this is fake! I just want to tell you, the anchor's sword kick is fake!"

After saying that, Zhao Wenbin no longer hesitated and walked towards the Great Wall with big strides, grinning as he walked: "Damn it, can't I find a flat place to practice swordplay? I have to climb the Great Wall..."

……

On the top of the Great Wall, in the pouring rain, a black figure was wielding the Sword of Asking the Way, wantonly slashing at the rain falling around him.

Suddenly, Zhang Beixing opened his eyes abruptly, and a sharp light flashed across the depths of his eyes.

The sword in his hand did not stop, but became faster and faster, and it even seemed to leave a series of afterimages.

Meanwhile, something strange happened.

As Zhang Beixing wielded the Dao Sword, no rain fell around him within the range of the sword.

It was as if the space where he was standing had become independent, forming a small world of its own.

Zhang Beixing secretly noticed this, and he felt that the sword of Tao in his hand seemed to be covered by something, and even the rain falling from the sky had to retreat a little.

Could it be the sword force?
Astonishment, surprise and indescribable complex emotions flashed in Zhang Beixing's bright dark eyes.

He could clearly sense that there was indeed a strange invisible gas covering the sword that only he could feel.

It's like some kind of air flow.

As the Sword of Asking the Way was waving in the rain, it had already affected the airflow around it, and allowed the airflow to wrap around the sword, enhancing the sword's momentum... This is the power of the sword!
Zhang Beixing had this understanding before, but today he once again sensed this sword force!
This also means that his sword skills are likely to be perfected soon!
Under the dome, there were pitch-black clouds covering the sky without any gaps.

Zhang Beixing put away the sword and put it behind his back, letting the rain hit his gown and face.

He kept his eyes on the dark cloud, watching the flashing and brewing thunder.

The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. Instead, it became more and more severe, threatening to develop into a rainstorm.

The dry air had long gone, and moist air kept drilling into Zhang Beixing's nose.

He just stood quietly in the rain waiting for another bolt of lightning to strike from the dark clouds.

After the two lightning bolts struck, he drew out the majestic momentum from the lightning and used it to help himself form a little bit of sword power.

He was waiting for the next lightning to come, because he knew that when the next lightning came, he would be able to use the power of lightning to truly master the sword skills, laying a solid foundation for himself to break through the second level in the future!

The audience in the live broadcast room was discussing enthusiastically, and the barrage of comments quickly filled the entire screen.

However, at this moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly widened his eyes.

He vaguely saw a bolt of lightning gathering and circling at an extremely fast speed, ready to strike at any time.

Without any hesitation, he drew his sword in front of him, pointed it at the dome, and swung the sword wildly.

The lightning fell as Zhang Beixing expected, cutting through the sky and illuminating the sky. Zhang Beixing stood on the Great Wall, his sword moves were flying, his steps were light, and there was no raindrop around him again.

The invisible sword force that only he could feel faintly enveloped the sword.

But this is not enough... this alone is not enough!

If the sword power can only reach this level, then forget about breaking through to the second level, and don't even think about cultivating sword energy.

Without sword energy, there will be no breakthrough to the second level.

Only after mastering the sword skills can one glimpse the sword energy and have a chance to break through to the second level!
He stared at the lightning, still feeling the majestic momentum and the terrifying aura that seemed to destroy and shatter everything.

He must master this momentum!

At this moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly felt that there seemed to be some changes in his body.

It's like something is reviving, awakening...

It changes with the airflow around you.

It's airflow!
Zhang Beixing felt something vaguely.

If it's airflow...

The next second, his eyes had already moved to the sword.

At this moment, he felt that the airflow carrying the Sword of Asking Dao became stronger and stronger, and even carried a hint of destructive aura!
Yes, it is this kind of terrifying atmosphere that wants to smash everything and destroy everything.

This is exactly the kind of sword power he wants!

The sword force is like thunder from heaven!
Zhang Beixing's eyes lit up and his whole body relaxed in an instant.

He slowly closed his eyes, carefully and patiently feeling the force of the sword.

When your mind is as calm as still water, everything returns to peace.

The rain suddenly stopped, the wind died down, and even the roaring thunder seemed to be abandoned. Everything was silent, and everything was immersed in boundless tranquility.

In this world, it seemed that there were only Zhang Beixing and the sword of Taoism he held tightly.

He could clearly feel the surge of sword power, which was becoming increasingly stronger and unstoppable, containing astonishing destructive power!

This sword... no one can stop it!
Stupid!
Zhang Beixing's eyes suddenly opened, and he had already raised the Dao Sword. The sword's energy was surging, and the aura was violent and wanton, like an impatient beast that was about to rush out.

Without any hesitation, he swung the sword down in an instant!

This sword has no direction and seems to be swung randomly.

In an instant, an invisible airflow emerged, instantly splitting countless raindrops and forming a vacuum zone, as if that space was isolated from the world.

A full second later, the raindrops began to fall again.

Zhang Beixing stared blankly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Just now... was that the condensed sword force?

The sword was swung out, and even the raindrops could not be stopped, and the space seemed to be torn apart...

Of course, Zhang Beixing has not yet been able to cut through space with one sword, but the sword just now did make the raindrops retreat. The airflow on the sword shattered all the raindrops, forming a space that was like a vacuum.

In the live broadcast room, when the audience saw this scene, the barrage of comments was like a continuous downpour.

"Wait, am I dazzled? How come the host's sword seemed to split the rain apart?"

"You are not dazzled. It seems that the anchor really did it..."

"Fuck! The host is so awesome! The special effects are absolutely amazing, lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the host cuts the rain with a sword!"

"The host's operation was simply amazing, and the special effects were so strong that I even had the illusion that it wasn't a special effect."

"You're kidding. The anchor is a special effects anchor. How can he not use special effects?"

"Honey, can you do it again? I want more."

"Honey, I want to see it too! I want to see it again~"

"When you say do it again, you mean let the host perform again..."

"Hubby~ Ugh! I won't believe it unless the anchor shows it one more time, otherwise it will be treated as special effects."

"What are you thinking? The anchor is supposed to play with special effects."

"...6"

Zhang Beixing raised his head and glanced at the screen full of comments, but did not read the content in detail.

He lowered his head and looked at Wen Dao Sword without any excitement or emotion in his heart.

The sword force is ready!
Zhang Beixing can now be sure that the sword he just struck was a sword with sword force, which also symbolizes that he has truly mastered the sword force and taken a solid step forward.

However, at this moment he was not as excited as expected, but rather unusually calm.

Was it because he had expected it? Or was it because he remained calm and therefore not too excited?
Zhang Beixing did not delve into this issue.

The sword has been formed. This is the best thing and the thing most worth celebrating.

"Excuse me, sir. I would like to ask you something."

Suddenly, a voice came to my ear.

Zhang Beixing turned his head suddenly and saw a Taoist priest in a wet Taoist robe, with messy hair and a smile on his face standing less than ten meters away.

He was so focused on the sword's moves that he didn't notice someone approaching.

Fortunately, he is just a Taoist priest. If that organization sent people to deal with him, it would be difficult for him to deal with it.

However, Zhang Beixing also has a way to save himself. The sword in his hand is enough to protect himself. Even if it is not sharpened, he can kill people with the sword power, not to mention that he also has the flying needle technique.

He turned to look at the Taoist priest, put his sword behind his back, and watched quietly.

……

In the Great Wall Tower, Zhao Wenbin stared at Zhang Beixing, who was 20 meters away, holding two mobile phones in his hands, one watching Zhang Beixing's live broadcast room, and the other in his own live broadcast room.

He swallowed and stared at Zhang Beixing with a strange expression on his face.

Just now, he saw Zhang Beixing swinging his sword through the live broadcast, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

But when he looked up at Zhang Beixing in the distance, there was nothing unusual.

Sure enough, that was definitely a special effect. Kicking the sword was fine, but the sword almost cut off the rain. How could that be possible?

If it is a martial arts novel or a high-level martial arts world, then it is possible.

But Zhao Wenbin knew that they were living in a normal world without those strange things.

This further strengthened his confidence in successfully fighting counterfeiting.

However, the sudden appearance of a Taoist priest interrupted his plan.

"Brothers, you have seen it. It's not that I won't go up, but an old Taoist priest got there first. I will go up after he finishes his job!" Zhao Wenbin said confidently. (End of this chapter)