From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 65 Spirit Fire Refining the Flying Sword, Holding the Sword and Going Down the Mountain

Once his cultivation reached the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation Realm, the time Zhang Wuji spends on practicing every day began to decrease significantly.

The rich aura in his sea of ​​qi has already turned into a lake. This is the limit of his qi training environment that can incorporate aura. It is impossible for the sea of ​​qi to expand further before the foundation is established.

So he spent a lot of time polishing his sword skills and comprehending the way of the sword.

He had a hunch that since he had chosen the way of the sword, the opportunity to forge the Dao foundation in the future must be related to the understanding of the way of the sword.

After the foundation is established, because there will be an additional divine sense in addition to the five senses, the sword repair method will undergo earth-shaking changes. The most fundamental thing is that holding the sword is no longer the main sword weapon, and the flying sword has become the mainstream.

These common sense things, even without the inheritance of kendo, Zhang Wuji still understands.

For Zhang Wuji, the luckiest thing is that he has a universe sword energy in his body, this universe sword energy can replace the divine sense to control the flying sword.

This allowed him to practice the flying sword's attacking technique in advance in the Qi training state of Dzogchen.

So Zhang Wuji began to think about building a real flying sword for himself instead of just a sword energy without giving up practicing holding a black sword every day.

The material of the flying sword is very important.

Zhang Wuji chose and chose, and finally felt that the piece of meteorite iron that made the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Saber was the most suitable.

This knife and sword are the most friendly weapons to sword energy other than the black iron sword.

Hei Tie Jian is too arrogant, he can't sacrifice it at all, so he can only choose Yi Tian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword as the next best thing.

Zhang Wuji exchanged the Yitian sword from Zhou Zhiruo's hand with two fire spirit stones, and took back the Dragon Slaying Saber from his adoptive father.

Looking at these two well-known magical weapons in the Jianghu before the spiritual energy revived, Zhang Wuji fell into deep thought.

The flying sword is different from holding a sword. It doesn't need a hilt, let alone such a long blade. He only needs about one foot, so for Zhang Wuji, the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Saber are too big.

But it doesn't matter, just use the spirit fire to refine it.

It happened that the hardness and sharpness of the two weapons were a bit unsightly for the current Zhang Wuji.

Two years later, Zhang Wuji's flying sword was completed.

Another embarrassing thing happened, his flying sword could not be retracted into the body like the sword energy.

But it doesn't matter, there are always more ways than difficulties.

Zhang Wuji asked Xiao Zhao to sew a sword pouch for himself and hide it in his cuff.

When you need to take out the sword, you only need to flick the flying sword, and the flying sword will come out of the sheath directly.

When retracting the sword, flick the sleeve again, and the flying sword will be retracted immediately.

But other things, it just looks like it is full of style, with such a trace of a sword fairy.

Zhang Wuji has been retreating at home for five full years since he came back from Wudang Mountain.

He was only one last step away from the Foundation Establishment Realm, but even with this last step, Zhang Wuji couldn't make it through.

So Zhang Wuji knew that he could no longer retreat.

He needs to re-enter the rivers and lakes to prove his sword heart that he has practiced for more than 20 years, and draw a successful end to his journey in the rivers and lakes.

One month later, in front of the mountain gate of the newly built Shaolin Temple by the Ottoman Empire, Zhang Wuji stood holding a sword, his eyes full of fighting intent.

"Mingjiao advocated that Wuji came to visit Shaolin, and the bald donkeys came out to fight."

A loud shout shook the heavens and earth, and immediately made the whole Shaolin Temple jump like a dog.

Looking at the open gate, Zhang Wuji couldn't help flashing a flash of reminiscence in his eyes as the monks filed out as if facing an enemy.

Once upon a time, Grand Master took him to visit Shaolin, hoping to obtain Shaolin Jiuyang Gong, but he waited at the gate for three days and three nights, but he didn't even see half of the monks.

At that time, Shaolin was so domineering and confident, even facing the legendary Zhang Sanfeng of the martial arts, he was still as proud as before.

But now more than 20 years have passed, and the martial arts world is no longer what it used to be. Shaolin Temple, which Zhang Wuji has already crushed with a single sword, is out of breath.

At this time, if he shouted loudly, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, it must be extremely suitable for the occasion.

Just when Zhang Wuji was recalling the past, hundreds of monks had already filed out, and the leader was the little monk Huixin who had attacked the Ottoman Empire together.

This little monk is still incredibly quick to enter the realm, and he has already practiced Qi at the seventh level.

"I don't know why Master Zhang is here?" Monk Huixin said respectfully.

"If you're looking for a fierce battle, I don't know if Shaolin would dare to meet you?" Zhang Wuji was full of sword intent, without a word of nonsense.

"Master Zhang's cultivation is advanced and his swordsmanship is superb. I fear that no one in Shaolin can match Master Zhang, so why bother to humiliate himself."

Huixin replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"Little monk, I only want a fight, but I didn't say that I want a fair fight. You can form an array in this battle. The number is unlimited. I have never seen Shaolin battle formations in Shaolin last time. This time I am about to make up for my regret."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, monk Huixin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned to look at the two old monks behind him.

These two old monks, Zhang Wuji, have also seen each other before, and they were the two short-legged old monks when they robbed Vulcan's godhead.

After Zhang Wuji went back, he asked Yang Buhui to investigate the details of two old monks. These two were not from Shaolin. One was the ancestor of the Huangshi Temple in Huangshan, and the other was the principal of the Wuwo Temple in Southwest China.

But now there are no such temples anymore, all the temples on the ground of Huaxia have flowed into the sea, merged into the Shaolin, and moved to the Ottoman Empire together with them.

"Since benefactor Zhang said so, then I will set up a formation of eighteen arhats, and ask Master Zhang to enlighten me." An old monk spoke in a low voice, without any trace of fireworks.

"I can't ask for it!" A bright light flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes, and the black iron sword in his hand shook, and he took a step forward.

The sword energy came out with his steps, like the surging waves of the sea, violently oppressing the Shaolin monks.

The monks who were not cultivated enough were oppressed and retreated again and again, but there were still 18 people standing there motionless.

Apart from the little monk Huixin and the two old monks, there were four Xiantian realm monks standing beside Huixin.

The appearance of the other 11 people was a little weird, as if they had been covered with a layer of golden lacquer, their aura was as deep as an abyss, but there was a flash of light in their eyes from time to time.

"These people... are interesting!" Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed with interest.

At the same time, Xiaofeng's voice sounded in Zhang Wuji's mind: "Master, these Xiaojin people have absorbed Buddhist incense, but the way they use incense is a bit weird, I can't understand it."

"Could this be the so-called Buddhist golden body arhat?" Zhang Wuji guessed in his mind.

At the same time, the monks had already started to change formation, Huixin was still at the head, the remaining few old monks were in the formation, and the arhats surrounded him from both sides.

Both the monks and the arhats have auras connected with each other, and a golden Buddha phantom can be seen faintly forming above the heads of the monks.

(End of this chapter)