Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 403: Picking up the Knife

The sword intent is the pure power of rules, which is just the common name for the cutting rules. There is no shortcut to improve it, it can only be achieved through comprehension.

Even with Yang Qian, even with the existence of such a miraculous experience panel, he couldn't use experience points to directly increase this power.

This is the one that depends most on luck and opportunity among all the methods Yang Qian has now, and it is also the most vague. He cannot even find the "Sword Intent" icon on the experience panel, let alone the experience bar.

Only after continuous comprehension and absorption, and reaching a certain stage, will there be a few vague hints.

Therefore, the strength of the sword intent depends entirely on Yang Qian's own experience in actual combat.

The stone knife provided Yang Qian with a lot of [Spiritual Light]. From Yang Qian's own perspective, it brought a lot of growth in his sword intention, just like the benefits of picking up something. However, this growth did not last long.

They went to four knife pits in a row. The first three stone knives were given to Yang Qian [Lingguang], but the fourth one broke.

The fourth stone knife can be pulled out, but there will be no prompt on the experience panel.

Yang Qian was not surprised by this situation, and he had even expected it. After all, the stone knives were the same in style and had the same knife power. It made no sense that they could be absorbed infinitely like experience points. It was likely that, like skills and magic, a level of something would not be able to be improved after perfection, and would not even trigger the experience panel for absorption.

At this point, Yang Qian has already determined the inheritance and test attributes of this secret realm. Just like the trap that has been gradually getting stronger, the knife pit should be the same. If you want a more powerful stone knife, you must keep moving forward.

At this time, there was no longer any flag in front of Yang Qian. This was the beginning of a place that Jiang Yun and other disciples of the Tianhan Sect had never been to last time.

The first sword peak was about thirty or forty miles ahead. Even though it was so far away, Yang Qian could still feel waves of sharp pressure coming at him, like an invisible and intangible knife slashing at his body.

No wonder Jiang Yun told him before that there was a mountain dozens of miles away that could kill people with a sword. Now it seems to be completely true.

Yang Qian’s next destination is the mountain in front.

It's easy to say, just walk over there. But when you walk on this road, you will understand how difficult it is to do this seemingly simple thing.

He didn't feel it at first, but after Yang Qian walked five miles towards Jianfeng, he felt that he had to exert force to withstand the pressure and continue moving forward, instead of ignoring it as before.

Five miles further ahead, the height of the sword peak became more and more oppressive, and the sword intent it emanated became sharper and sharper.

Phew! Phew!

Tiny piercing sounds similar to those pricking needles began to be heard all over Yang Qian's body. The sounds became continuous and were rare sounds in this silent world.

After walking another five miles, Yang Qian's face began to frown slightly, and his steps slowed down significantly. Because now he not only needed to resist the pressure of the sword's sword, but also needed to pay attention to his feet. Because the trap at this time was no longer the strength that Yang Qian could easily control at the beginning.

At the same time, the bushes that Yang Qian originally ignored have now become a trouble that cannot be ignored.

The traps are still the same routines, but it is not easy to get out of them easily.

Moreover, at the current position, the sword intent in the trap still did not exceed Yang Qian's current sword intent level, and could not be used for his comprehension. And those low grasses were no longer something that could be stepped over or even stepped on at will. The sword intent on it became extremely solid, and could even easily pierce Yang Qian's body protection and leave a white mark on his flesh. The sharpness alone was almost catching up with the attack power of a great monk in the Out-of-Body Realm.

This is simply outrageous!

When they were ten miles away from Jianfeng, Yang Qian stopped moving for the time being.

He was already struggling to move. The protective energy on his body had basically lost its function as a shield, and could only act as a buffer to reduce some of the sword power escaping from the sword tip, and then continue to resist with his domineering body.

But Yang Qian didn't think this was a long-term solution, and he also felt that forcing himself to get here like this might not be the pace that this world had originally prepared for.

In addition, after Yang Qian came here, the sword intent in the trap was equal to or even slightly higher than his own. He did not dare to move forward rashly, and at the same time wanted to try to see if he could comprehend something from these traps.

So Yang Qian no longer avoided the traps, but deliberately stepped on them and moved forward little by little.

Soon, Yang Qian’s attempt was effective, and a prompt appeared intuitively on the experience panel.

[You comprehend the mysterious source of sword intent, which is the same as the sword intent you are familiar with. You have gained some insights from it. Your sword intent has improved.]

A smile appeared on Yang Qian's face again.

He was in no hurry to continue rushing forward, and slowly began to circle around the area of ​​about fifteen miles outside the sword peak, stepping over one trap after another, and his sword intent was gradually accumulating and increasing.

The most obvious feeling was that the sword intent coming from the sword peak fifteen miles away was no longer as strenuous as it was at the beginning. After the sword intent from the sword peak broke through the body-protecting true energy and hit Yang Qian's domineering body, the remaining power would be offset by Yang Qian's current sword intent, and could no longer leave any marks on his skin.

After Yang Qian stepped on six or seven traps, his method of relying on the traps to comprehend and pick up [Spiritual Light] no longer worked.

Yang Qian could only keep moving forward.

He thought there were similar traps ahead and that the strength of the sword intent inside the trap would continue to increase, so Yang Qian could follow suit and continue to improve his own sword intent. He felt that this should be the correct steps that a certain powerful person who arranged this secret realm could arrange, and he would improve his sword intent step by step until the big test in front of the sword peak.

But the facts poured cold water on Yang Qian.

Within five miles of Jianfeng Peak, there are no traps or even grass, only bare stones.

The five-mile range seemed to be a watershed, and the power of the sword's force coming from the sword's tip increased by more than 50%!

This blow almost pushed Yang Qian to the ground. He barely stood up, but his clothes were instantly torn to pieces. The protective energy was as thin as paper. Even his body began to show red marks and gradually bled, showing signs of being cut.

Since he had developed the Tyrant Body, this was the first time an attack had been able to break the Tyrant Body's strength. And this was just the power emanating from a mountain five miles away.

"It seems that this is the time for a big test." Yang Qian understood immediately, and quickly cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. While continuing to slowly approach the foot of the mountain, he began to actively absorb the sword intent that was slashing at him and began to try to comprehend it.
(End of this chapter)