Wuguan Sanjue

Chapter 135

The Cang Dao swung like a shooting star, slashing towards the rapidly approaching water wall. The huge impact made Mu Hao unable to stand at all. The impact caused Mu Hao to keep retreating until he was on top of a boulder in the center of the river. It is dangerous to stabilize the body.

A wall of water in front dissipated, followed by another tall wall of water rushing towards him. His steady body swayed again and again. In front of the huge wall of water, Mu Hao was really too small. Feeling overwhelmed.

The heavy water waves slapped Mu Hao, and the Cang Dao swung out heavily, drawing many ripples on the solid water wall, but they couldn't penetrate at all.The water wall hit the towering boulder in the center, scattered and crashed, and the water splashed.

Facing the strong impact, Mu Hao didn't have the slightest fear, and the Cang Dao kept moving, consistent with the previous light and shadow.The icy river water wets his clothes, and the coolness envelops Mu Hao's whole body, but Mu Hao insists on not saying a word, and keeps waving his knife facing the wall of water that follows him.

During the hard training, half an hour passed, and the rushing water wall also disappeared. Mu Hao jumped out of the river, and Mu Hao couldn't help feeling tired. Within half an hour, Mu Hao swung it countless times. Knife, every time you swing it is a different feeling.

After wringing out his clothes, Mu Hao sat down cross-legged, carefully feeling the feeling when he swung the knife, and in his thoughts, he couldn't help recalling his experience of using the knife.

Walking out of Huaihuang Village until now, Mu Hao has not practiced any sword skills. The first time he drew his sword was in Maple Leaf City, beheading the chief manager of the Ma family. In Zhenbao Pavilion, Mu Hao experienced the horror of the sword. The power of the sword remained in Mu Hao's mind for a long time.During the Fenglin Grand Competition, the impression in Mu Hao's mind was that Mu Hao had created the "Breakthrough Judgment", once the knife shadow came out, it was unstoppable.

After joining the Tianqiong Palace, on the Green Bamboo Peak, Mu Hao created the "Bamboo Cutting Art" in the midst of difficult bamboo cutting.

On the Bodhi Grassland, during several fights, the mentality of the [God Killing Jue] was fused, and the "Screaming Moon Jue" was created, which drew out the spiritual power and condensed it into a thread. It was strange and hard to find, and it was full of power. .

In his mind, Mu Hao tried his best to think carefully about the process of using the knife. Although he had never practiced the sword art, he created the knife by himself relying on the impression in his mind, the epiphany while chopping bamboo, and the experience during the battle. decision.

Today, the nameless sword art practiced in the light and shadow was deeply engraved in Mu Hao's mind, but although he woke up, he did not understand the essence of the sword art, the transformation in the sword style, and even more so. It is unpredictable, seemingly ordinary transformation, but it contains a different kind of mystery.

During the bitter meditation, a sprout of saber intent sprouted in Mu Hao's consciousness. This sprout is abstract, invisible and intangible, but it actually exists. The sprout contains a kind of Understanding of knives.It is a must-have for a strong swordsman.

In the Zhenbao Pavilion, Mu Hao's first knowledge of the power of the sword was like a seed buried in Mu Hao's consciousness. During several times of sword refining, several times of fighting, and several times of meditation, Mu Hao Hao worked hard to water and fertilize this seed.

The nameless knife art in the light and shadow is extremely wonderful. During the meditation, the seeds buried in the consciousness germinated, but Mu Hao didn't notice it. In his mind, he was still thinking hard, pondering, The mystery of the nameless knife.

Along the way, Cang Dao has always been by Mu Hao's side. The Cang Dao contains Mu Hao's many thoughts, his longing for his parents, his belief in becoming stronger, and his precious promises. ． ． ． ． ．
During the meditation, the spiritual power consumed by refining the knife also recovered again. Sitting cross-legged on the boulder, Mu Hao remained motionless. The weak spiritual power in his body was circulating, driving away the cold in the darkness.

The three moves of "Breakthrough Jue", "Bamboo Cutting Jue" and "Xiaoyue Jue" were constantly rehearsed in Mu Hao's mind, and slowly Mu Hao connected these three moves with the light and shadow moves.

According to the moves made by the light and shadow, countless sword techniques were derived in his mind, but no matter what, Mu Hao still couldn't figure out the changes in the sword style. A villain kept refining the sword in Mu Hao's mind, Obeying Mu Hao's wishes, he swung his sword.

However, no matter what, Mu Hao couldn't comprehend the mysteries of Wuming Daojue. Mu Hao could only vaguely feel the mysteries, but he had nowhere to look for them when he made the move.

"What's going on?" Mu Hao kept searching for the answer in his heart, but there was nowhere to find the answer.

In desperation, Mu Hao had no choice but to give up. Haste makes waste. At the foot of the catastrophe cliff, Mu Hao had to think about it for a month. Mu Hao was confident that he would definitely gain something in a month. .

It was another dull and oppressive night. Compared to yesterday, Mu Hao calmed down tonight, but more because of tiredness, he lay flat on the boulder and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The night is gone, the morning is coming, the sun is shining on the earth again, the sleepy eyes are opened, and the blue knife in his hand is brandished. The scrutiny in his mind last night was all rehearsed by Mu Hao.

There was some anticipation in Mu Hao's heart, looking forward to the reappearance of light and shadow when the scorching sun is in the sky, so that he can appreciate the mystery of the nameless knife.

While waiting, the scene from yesterday finally appeared. The light and shadow gathered on the ravine reappeared again. With the knife in his hand, the nameless sword art was rehearsed. The blue knife in Mu Hao's hand followed the moves of the light and shadow, constantly changing .

Putting his heart and soul into Dao Wuming Daojue, he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. The same moves, different artistic conceptions, Mu Hao seems to have grasped a bit between the changes of moves.

Until the light and shadow dissipated, the Cang Dao in Mu Hao's hand still didn't stop, and the artistic conception in his heart was also placed on the knife. Mu Hao was still thinking about the moves of the light and shadow, carefully imitating, pondering, and feeling. ． ． ． ． ．
During the hard training, the mighty wall of water came rushing again, and the figure rushed into the river again, facing the menacing wall of water with great force, and the water splashed.

If there is hope in the heart, there will be endless motivation.

Unknowingly, ten days have passed, and Mu Hao spends almost every day practicing swords and understanding swords. The nameless sword art is even more firmly remembered in Mu Hao's mind, thinking hard, practicing swords day and night , Mu Haoneng followed the moves of Shang Guangying in front of him, but the power and influence in it were not the same.

Mu Hao is like a child who is about to learn to walk, following behind the adult and learning bit by bit.

For ten days, Mu Hao tried his best to see what words were engraved on the crawling boulder, and even tried to explore the relationship between the three stones, but to no avail.

Facing the swiftly approaching water wall every day, Mu Hao threw out his saber vigorously, the ripples disappeared, and the green saber swung out, piercing through the water wall, and the heavy force caused the water wall to collapse.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days have passed, and Mu Hao has already grasped the essence of Guangying's sword use. The changes in the moves have become much smoother. A good knife needs to be refined by oneself.

The next thing Mu Hao has to do is to practice Wuming Daojue to the extreme. Mu Hao started to practice the sword crazily. Whether it is day or night, facing the rushing river, the solid rock, and even the cliff, Mu Hao They are all attacking with unknown swords.

During the hard training, the power of Wuming Daojue was gradually brought into play, and subtly, the budding sword intent in the consciousness also grew a little bit. ． ． ． ． ．
"drink"

Drink it softly, above the Cang Dao, countless sword glows swarmed and spun continuously, the rushing river was swirled up like a hurricane, and a powerful coercion emanated from it.

The swirling sword glow seemed to run wild, and shot towards the towering strange rock in the center of the river. In an instant, the towering boulder turned into powder, and the sword glow ran away again.

With a heart move, the spinning blade light disappeared.The river water circling in it crashed down and returned to the rushing river here.

"call!"

Mu Hao let out a long breath, wiped off the bean-sized drops of sweat on his face, and recovered the exhausted spiritual power from the spirit stone he held tightly in his hand.

"I have almost learned the first form of Wuming Daojue, but the following one form with two changes and one form with three changes can barely be used, but the power of it is too weak." Mu Hao thought in his heart. secretly thought.

After nearly three hours of recovery, the spiritual power in the Linghai became full. During the 20 days of consumption day and night, Mu Hao's Linghai was undergoing slight changes. The viscosity of the Linghai It is also slightly increasing.

Looking at the sun that was already slanting to the west, Mu Hao's heart couldn't help but relax, and he lay down on the boulder. After 20 consecutive days of practicing knives, Mu Hao didn't rest a few times at all, which made his body a little overwhelmed and tiredness swept over him. Mu Hao simply stretched his limbs, completely relaxed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The warm light shone on Mu Hao's body, which made Mu Hao feel very comfortable. His closed eyes also opened, and his tiredness disappeared completely.

Leaping up, he slowly swung the Cang Dao in his hand, slashing into the void, the spiritual power gushed out slowly, and the weak spiritual power accompanied the Cang Dao, continuously creating ripples in the surrounding space.The ripples gradually spread, and the gushing spiritual power became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Mu Hao's eyes froze.At the edge of the blade, there was a slight distortion in the rippling space. With a movement in the heart, the momentum of the blade increased, and the endless blade light gathered and rotated again, and the power in it increased a bit.

The sword light swirled along the turbulent river. In the river, a powerful wave was rolled up. The powerful force destroyed the rocks in the river into powder.

The Cang Dao swept across, and suddenly issued a powerful force. Wherever it went, sand and rocks flew, and when he took a step forward, the Cang Dao returned, and a killing intent came out from the Cang Dao.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Just as Mu Hao was refining his sword, a voice came from the void, making Mu Hao's movements involuntarily slowed down.

(End of this chapter)