Genius playboy

In the morning light, Jiang Feng opened his eyes again, with a knowing smile on his face, and with the sound of his joints shaking, Jiang Feng stood up from under the tree.

"It's a good feeling." Looking up at the sky, Jiang Feng smiled slightly.

Although Jiang Feng was familiar with the practice, Jiang Feng was still quite satisfied with the speed of practice.

Of course, Jiang Feng also knew that the reason for such a situation was that besides having Tianyin's assistance, which made him do more with less when he was practicing, another very important point was that the successive battles on Leigong Mountain gave him an epiphany.

In addition to being seriously injured, after the injury healed, the aura in his body became stronger and stronger, and the aura of true vitality became more vigorous. This was what made Jiang Feng feel as if he was walking on a flat road when he was practicing, without any effort.

The cultivation base in the early stage of the alchemy stage was consolidated and reached the peak of the early stage of the alchemy stage. Jiang Feng did not try to hit the middle stage of the alchemy stage in one go.

One is that the true energy in his body is not enough for him to fully grasp the impact of the mid-stage of alchemy, and the other is that even if he makes a breakthrough now, he does not have the combat power to match it. As far as he is concerned, it is not very useful.

So it's better to figure it out slowly, just wait for Jiang Feng to make a breakthrough, and then it won't be too late.

"With my current cultivation level, Qiushui's sword is not very helpful to me in the battle with masters of the same level. The biggest reliance is Qinglian's sword." After a little thought, Jiang Feng said.

The sword of Qinglian was learned by Jiang Feng from the word "stop killing" on the mountain wall, and it contained Li Bai's sword intent, but the prototype of the sword was Jiang Feng's own creation.

This is the strongest sword technique that Jiang Feng has mastered so far. Several times before and after, Jiang Feng was saved from desperation.

"I understand that Qinglian's sword is only in its infancy at present, and it has nothing to do with it. If you want to improve your combat effectiveness, the first thing you need to do is sharpen Qinglian's sword, and further control over Qinglian's sword "With a light shake of his arm, the bloodthirsty sword appeared in Jiang Feng's palm, and Jiang Feng said slowly.

"call out!"

The figure flashed past, leaving a faint afterimage in place. Jiang Feng had disappeared, and in the next second, he appeared by the creek.

Jiang Feng was standing by the stream, holding a long sword in his hand, but he hadn't drawn out the sword for a long time. So, after an unknown amount of time, Jiang Feng moved his shoulder and swung the first sword slowly.

After the first sword, Jiang Feng made the second sword, then the third sword, and the fourth sword... Jiang Feng's sword was getting faster and faster, so fast that there was no trace of the sword, and there was no sound when he drew the sword.As Jiang Feng continued to draw out his sword, with his body as the center, the air in all directions was densely covered with sword energy.

"boom!"

The sword energy continued to permeate, surging and exploding, the sword energy swept across like a scorpion, a large piece of grass and trees were broken, and the ground was full of fallen leaves.

The sound of the sword energy exploding did not attract Jiang Feng's attention. Jiang Feng paused quietly and stopped drawing the sword.

"No." Frowning slightly, Jiang Feng's voice came out.

What is wrong is not the sword in his hand, but the feeling is wrong, like a child walking in adult shoes, although it may not fall down, but it will always give people a sense of awkwardness.

Yes, it is awkward, extremely awkward.

As the number of times the sword was drawn became more and more, faster and faster, the awkward feeling became deeper and deeper, so that Jiang Feng suddenly felt a kind of bloodthirsty sword in his hand. strangeness.

The truly powerful swordsmanship has nothing to do with the swordsmanship itself. It is to achieve the harmony between the heart and the mind. Only when the heart reaches the sword, can the power of the swordsmanship be brought to the extreme.

And this ubiquitous, unavoidable sense of awkwardness made Jiang Feng understand that he had gone astray.

Perhaps, since he realized Qinglian's sword, every time Jiang Feng used Qinglian's sword, he took a wrong path, but before that, Jiang Feng's understanding of this sword was not as deep as it is now, and he never noticed it.

Jiang Feng stood quietly, pondering, pondering, thinking about the various subtle changes when the sword was drawn just now.

I don't know how long it has passed before Jiang Feng used his sword again. Jiang Feng made a move with a sword, and the long sword in his hand melted into the wind without a trace. It was almost to the extreme.

This is the fastest sword, the most treacherous sword. After one sword, another sword. Jiang Feng continued to draw swords and practiced continuously. The speed of swords gradually became slower and slower. In the end, Jiang Feng's arm , as if filled with lead, the long sword in his hand was slowly and tremblingly, like a child learning to speak, picking up the long sword and swinging it for the first time.

"No, it's still not right." Jiang Feng retracted his sword and knit his brows.

No matter from slow to fast, or from fast to slow, that kind of awkward feeling is always there, lingering, and invariable.

This means that Qinglian's sword actually has nothing to do with the speed of the sword, because no matter whether it is a fast sword or a slow sword, when it is used, it cannot match his mind.

Moreover, after rehearsing Qinglian's sword twice in different ways, Jiang Feng found that there are many flaws in his sword. Although those flaws are not eye-catching, when masters fight, often a slight flaw is the most important thing. It is already fatal.

At the same time that there was a flaw in the sword technique, Jiang Feng found a crack in his state of mind.

"Fast swords won't work, slow swords won't work, so what should I do?" Jiang Feng muttered to himself, his expression changing.

This time, after a longer period of time, it was the third time that Jiang Feng drew out his sword. Jiang Feng's sword was erratic, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

A low sigh came from the depths of Jiang Feng's throat, and Jiang Feng stopped what he was doing. Without any more attempts, Jiang Feng already understood that it was still wrong.

"What's wrong with this sword?" Jiang Feng sighed, casually put the bloodthirsty sword into the storage ring, and stopped practicing.

The direction you are going is wrong, the more you practice, the deeper the wrong impression and the bigger the crack in your mood, which will lead to the opposite effect.

The mountain wind blows, the cool wind blows on the body, it is extremely refreshing, the vegetation is quiet, and the air has the fragrance of soil. Jiang Feng didn't pay attention, standing by the stream, like a wooden stake, motionless for a long time.

The wind blew the stream, causing circle after circle of ripples to be created and then shattered. In the crystal clear stream, a few small fish were swimming happily.

A bird with colorful feathers flew over from nowhere, landed on a dry reed by the stream, flapped its wings suddenly, and rushed into the stream, the water surface exploded, a small fish became that A delicious meal in a bird's beak.

This is a free world, where the wind is free, the fish are free, and the birds are free.

Jiang Feng watched, unmoved, his face slightly condensed.

The small fish swam without being disturbed by the birds at all. The birds that flew away did not come back. The place is still peaceful, and the stream flows, unchanged.

But Jiang Feng's slightly condensed face quietly changed at some point.

"Freedom!" Jiang Feng said in an inaudible way.

After saying a word, Jiang Feng seemed to understand something suddenly, and his frowning brows relaxed a lot.

"Freedom, I finally understand." After a while, Jiang Feng said again.

Qinglian's sword, enlightened by the word "stop killing", was born out of Li Bai's sword intent. Li Bai himself is a living legend. His life is chic and unrestrained, free and unrestrained. , is also uninhibited and free.

Or it can be said that the sword intent left by Li Bai is actually a reflection of his own state of mind.

In this way, Qinglian's sword does not lie in the sword technique itself, but focuses on the intent of the sword.

Without the sword intent that matches the sword technique itself, no matter how perfect the sword is practiced, there will always be deficiencies, and deficiencies are not perfect, and there will be awkward situations, and it will never be possible to fully comprehend this sword.

"Speaking of which, I, Jiang Feng, still overestimate myself. I believe that Qinglian's sword is my own comprehension, and the sword intent engraved is my own. As everyone knows, since this sword of Qinglian was born out of Li Bai's sword intent, it is engraved with Li Bai's sword intent, and I can't get rid of this influence at all." Soon, Jiang Feng felt emotional. Said endlessly.

With Qinglian's sword, what Jiang Feng realized was only the prototype of the sword technique. What he changed was the sword move, not the sword intent. With his current cultivation, he could not change the sword intent engraved on the sword technique at all.

"The freedom I see is the freedom of everything in the world. I don't know when I will see the freedom that belongs to me." Jiang Feng thought, but was not depressed.

The road of cultivation itself is a road of inheriting the past and ushering in the future. If you want to develop and innovate when your cultivation level is not enough, it is undoubtedly a dream.

Only the accumulation of the experience of the predecessors can have the brilliance of the future generations. It is a brand that can never be erased.

It's just that Jiang Feng's temperament is too high, and he went astray for a while. At this time, he finally returned to the right path. There is no need for the slightest frustration. Jiang Feng has full self-confidence. One day, he will create his own swordsmanship , A person who embarks on his own way of the sword, engraved with the unique will of the way of the sword.

One way of thinking, one way of thinking, Jiang Feng sacrificed the bloodthirsty sword, and the sword was free and unrestrained, and the swordsmanship was engraved with such a will of the sword. Great light.Qinglian strikes a sword, Xiaocheng!

The cultivation base is solid and the swordsmanship is small. Jiang Feng was about to think carefully about the gains and losses in this training process, when he suddenly sensed a violent energy fluctuation, which made the sky above Jiang Feng's head seem to shake .

"Wow!"

The sound made by an unknown creature pierced the eardrum.

With the appearance of that voice, the clear sky seemed to turn dark all of a sudden.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of wings that could cover the sky appeared like floating black clouds. The wings flapped in the air, strong wind gusts, and rocks splashed. Even Jiang Feng felt a heavy sense of oppression .

"Jiuluoying!" Jiang Feng raised his head and said to himself slowly!