Invincible Sword Soul

Chapter 804 Enlightenment of Kendo
The passage is wide enough to accommodate three horses galloping normally. Both sides are made of hard bluestone and carved with some murals that Lynch can't understand.

There was a rustling sound from behind. It should be that the pursuers were about to arrive, and their speed suddenly increased.

Even though he is not afraid of the Ninth Rank Martial Saints, more than a dozen people are besieging together, Lynch's chances of winning are still very low, one-on-one can completely kill him instantly.

One against ten, the chance of winning is only [-]%. This probability is very high, but the passage is too narrow, which is not suitable for Lynch to use his sword skills.

"He's right ahead, let's chase after him!"

Jiaolong was the first to come down, and Lynch was the second. The ghost-handed butcher saw a figure flickering not far in front of him, and greeted him, and everyone chased after him.

Compared to treasures, Lynch's life is more valuable. He has pseudo-celestial-level martial arts, and he has obtained an ancient sword spirit that is more than a foot long, which has long been coveted.

The passage in front suddenly widened, and a desert appeared in front of Lynch, which surprised him as if entering another world.

The endless sword energy cut the space into fragments, turning it into a distorted desert.

"This is where Nangong Ze usually practiced his sword!"

Lynch made a judgment at the first time, with sword aura flying freely, as if it was pulled back 3000 years ago, a generation of kendo geniuses were here to display their sword skills to their heart's content.

Every sword mark, the laws of time and space are completely preserved. Practicing swordsmanship here will definitely get twice the result with half the effort, and even comprehend the way of Nangongze's swordsmanship.

Stepping into the desert is like entering a countercurrent space. Lynch's footsteps are vain, with one foot deep and the other shallow. The space here is extremely unstable, torn apart by the sword energy.

The more he walked in, the stronger the sword intent, and the torn Lynch's skin was aching. This is a completely independent space, and there is no way out in front of him.

If Lynch's guess is correct, these four passages should be connected. The south is the place of cultivation, and the east is most likely the resting place of Nan Gongze.

The west side may be a place to receive guests, and the north side should be a place to store treasures.

This is Lynch's conjecture. From the layout point of view, it should be like this. The passage down is not a hub. As long as you find the central area here, you should be able to find the portals leading to the four areas.

Continue to go deep in, while walking, while comprehending the sword energy here, every sword mark is imprinted with Nan Gongze's life's hard work, unknowingly, Lynch's artistic conception of swordsmanship is rising rapidly.

The eighth move of the Nine Slashes of Mieqing can be used to cut grass and roots, and the ninth move has reached the level of a martial god, so it should be able to use it with all its strength.

This has a lot to do with Lynch's powerful physical body and almost perfect soul. In his previous life, only when he reached the emperor level could he use the Nine Slashes to Exterminate Emotion.

At this time, the power of the Nine Slashes of Extinguishing Emotions is twice as powerful as in the previous life. During the period of Martial Saints, it can be fully displayed. Experience is one aspect. The powerful physical body and soul account for most of the reasons.

The pace slowed down, and ten ghost-handed butchers quickly caught up.

"Where is he!"

With a loud shout, Jiang Chong took the lead and rushed into the desert, ready to hunt and kill Lin Qi. They are all swordsman geniuses, and after entering, their strength will increase accordingly.

The ghost hand butcher is not a master of swordsmanship, he can only be regarded as a minor success in the art of swordsmanship, relying on the ninth-rank Martial Saint to get a sword energy to come in.

Ignoring Jiang Chong's yelling, Lin Qi continued to walk, and every step he took, his sword intent increased by one point, as if he was Nan Gongze in this place.

Raising the dragon-slaying sword, he slowly used his sword skills. Every move and style was extremely slow, and he actually practiced the sword here in front of ten people.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Ghost Hand Butcher cursed and winked, and the other nine people approached quietly, surrounding Lynch.

Lynch was still indifferent, and was still performing sword skills. He seemed to be in a strange place. There was a white figure dancing with a sword, and he followed the white figure, and danced with his sword.

It wasn't that Lynch ignored them, it was that Lynch didn't know what happened. His consciousness entered another time and space, and the surroundings were still deserted.

In the desert, a man in white, holding a huge sword, filled the entire desert with an aura of contempt for the world. Lin Qi was shocked by the powerful sword intent as if he was facing an abyss.

This is the sword emperor, only the sword emperor can achieve this artistic conception, the man in white moves slowly, the long sword is fast and slow.

Unknowingly, Lynch's body also moved together, and every move and sword of the man in white seemed to be engraved in Lynch's mind.

The seemingly unremarkable sword, but it gives people a sense of inscrutable mystery.

One move after another, Lynch quickly realized that something was wrong, there was only one move before and after, and it was only a change in the mood, but the move remained the same.

It is simply unheard of that there is such a miraculous sword technique in the world.

The killing intent enveloped him, and the sword technique became extremely fierce.

Enveloped in warmth, the swordsmanship became defensive.

Swordsmanship changes with people's state of mind. When you want to kill people, you become the sword of killing people. When you want to save people, you become the sword method of saving people.

Ten people approached slowly, and a man couldn't bear it any longer. Holding a long sword, he slashed towards Lin Qi. If he was hit, he would cut him in half.

The swordsmanship was extremely fast, and the other nine showed a smirk. They didn't expect Lynch to go crazy when he entered here, and he used the swordsmanship indiscriminately. He must have been disturbed by the sword intent.

The long sword was getting closer and closer, but Lynch remained indifferent. He lost his sensory ability to the outside world and became silent in the swordplay.

The man in white was still dancing his sword, repeating the same trick over and over again, but his artistic conception had changed in no less than a hundred ways, and what Lynch could remember were only a few of them.

Swordsmanship can be imitated, but the artistic conception needs to be comprehended by oneself. Some things cannot be expressed in words, and one can only rely on one's own talent to slowly comprehend the artistic conception of the sword.

The more you comprehend, the more perfect and mature your future swordsmanship will be.

The moment the sneak attacking long sword was only a few inches away from Lynch, the entire desert suddenly shook, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The twisted space around became even more twisted, and the long sword in Lynch's hand made an unimaginable angle, drawing a ninety-degree arc.

"Chong!"

The sneak attacking long sword was actually blocked by a block, but Lin Qi didn't know it at all, and remained silent in the white-clothed man's swordsmanship, continuing to comprehend.

The sword technique rises, the killing intent envelops, the artistic conception contained in this move is to kill, the long sword continues to change, the seemingly weak sword, but easily cuts through the distorted law, and appears in front of the sneak attacking man.

"laugh!"

The head flew up, and the bright red blood sprayed more than three meters high. The nine people standing by were completely stunned, not knowing what happened.

"It's weird!"

Jiang Chong was the first to discover it, and let out an exclamation. Such a bland sword, but it gave people a feeling of invulnerability, and he couldn't even judge how to resolve this sword.

This is what it means to go from the avenue to the simplicity, to multiply and save one, to condense all the essence of kendo into one move, this is the peak sword.

The remaining nine people all took a step back in shock, but Lin Qi still didn't know it, and continued to use this move frequently. The entire desert space was changing with his swordsmanship.

The wind was surging, and a magnificent picture appeared, the desert became a sea of ​​swords, countless flying swords were arranged in order, forming a sword array, trapping the nine people in place.

"No, this is an ancient sword formation, break through it immediately, let's rush out!"

Jiang Chong yelled, realized something was wrong, and guessed that this place used to be the place where a certain master of swordsmanship practiced.

Unless you comprehend the artistic conception of the great swordsman, if not, you can never leave alive.

The nine people were in a mess and wanted to retreat to the outside of the passage, but it was too late.

The sharp sword energy made a whirring sound, and the sword array was like a warrior in armor, making a clattering sound, approaching step by step with neat steps.

"Come on, open a gap!"

The Ghost Hand Butcher uttered a stern voice, telling everyone to look for a spot, so that the chances of rushing out would be greatly increased.

After hitting it three times, he was forced back by the sword array. Lynch was still dancing with his sword. It was still the usual sword, but it contained countless changes.

His state of mind is changing, so is his swordplay.

Endless killing intent suddenly enveloped the entire desert, Lynch's consciousness gradually returned, and he had already seen nine people.

The sword formation was forming, and the nine people were separated in an instant, and they fought on their own, their strength was greatly reduced.

Facing a ninth-rank martial saint, Lin Qi had a great chance of winning. If he reached the seventh-rank martial saint, as long as the number of ninth-rank martial saints was not too large, he could kill him.

The eyes opened suddenly, like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of everyone, even the Ghost Hand Butcher was shocked, as if being stared at by some mysterious monster, making his hair stand on his head.

This feeling is very bad, and there is no way to avoid it. You can only compete with the sword array for time.

"Those who kill will be killed!"

Lin Qi comprehended the profound sword intent, and his aura and sword power were greatly sublimated.

The icy voice made the nine of them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their bodies were covered with cold air. The power of the sword array gradually revealed, making the sound of cutting the air.

The originally distorted space has become fragmented, even walking is a problem, and the body is staggering.

It was still a flat sword, Lynch broke through the sword array, and the sword energy went straight to the ghost hand butcher, and he was the first to choose to kill him.

Killing the first person is passive. Now that you have mastered the artistic conception of the sword, your consciousness has returned. The dragon-slaying sword is like a dragon, flying in the space, and the sword can change shape at will.

This is the benefit of the sword spirit, which allows the sword to possess spiritual intelligence, and it doesn't even require Lynch to deliberately control it. There is only one purpose.

"kill!"

The ghost-handed butcher was heartbroken, and he was completely stunned. The ruthless sword intent made him unable to resist.

It seems that in this world, Lynch is the master, he is the sky, controlling all life.

And the nine of them are no different from the ants in the world, a little thunder and lightning is enough to wipe them out, sadness and anger, let the ghost hand butcher let out a roar.

He was not reconciled, how could things be like this, the ten of them joined forces, and they were still no match for Lynch, which made him feel a bit of regret.

The sword intent exuded a faint brilliance, forming a layer of brilliance along the distorted space, wrapping the ghost-handed butcher. This kind of gentle and cruel killing technique made the other nine tremble like sifting chaff.

(End of this chapter)