The sound of the wind, the bell, and the spring water gradually faded away in Wang Teng's ears. A wonderful world appeared in Wang Teng's eyes. The mountains were not mountains, and the water was not water.
Wang Teng saw a child practicing his swordsmanship in the snow. He was using an iron sword to chop a wooden stake meticulously. The wooden stake was made of iron trees, and even a Dao Palace realm cultivator would find it difficult to chop it apart. However, the child continued to swing the sword with a determined expression. His hands were steady, even though he was sweating profusely and had exhausted a lot of his stamina.
This must be the scene of Wang Teng when he was young. Perhaps everyone only saw his glorious achievements, but they did not know how much he had sacrificed for these young geniuses of the Wang family. At this moment, a trace of guilt flashed through Wang Teng's heart.
We are not completely unfamiliar with swords. Perhaps in the eyes of Westerners, the image of a swordsman was like Zorro, riding a tall horse and fighting for justice. In the eyes of the Easterners, swordsmen should be like the protagonists in martial arts novels, or like the hermits in the movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. In their original hometown, masters like " One Sword Slash Throat " might only appear in the plot of Jin Yong's ancient dragon novel.
It could be said that every martial arts fan had their own image of a swordsman in their hearts. Wang Teng believed that as long as a swordsman embarked on this path, he would not be qualified to stop chasing his dreams. Being sincere in the sword and dedicated to the way of the sword was the embodiment of an ultimate swordsman.
Teng Wang liked fencing and had practiced it for a while. In his mind, fencing had a unique charm. It was an art that perfectly combined strength and beauty. This event originated from the modern competition of duels, which gave him the feeling that it represented wisdom and courage.
A selfless competition, releasing the fiery passion in one's heart to the fullest. This was fencing.
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It had been three years. Wang Teng had been traveling in the Northern Lands for three years, cultivating like an ascetic. It wasn't that he didn't want to advance by leaps and bounds and become invincible in the Immortal Three Dao Severing Stage, but his Dao foundation and Dao path were not really clear yet, so Wang Teng couldn't easily sever his Dao. But now, he had gained enlightenment and welcomed a chance to achieve true perfection.
Using his fingers as a sword, Wang Teng's figure was ethereal and agile. Without any leverage, he stepped into the void step by step and performed a set of sword techniques under the bright stars at night. There was no earth-shattering power, nor was there any strange phenomenon. He just performed the sword technique like an ordinary person.
There were flowers in spring and moons in autumn, cool breezes in summer and snow in winter.
If there was nothing to worry about, it was a good time in the world.
The four seasons of winter, summer, spring, summer, autumn, winter, wind, flowers, snow, and moon, as well as countless beautiful scenes in the human world, were all expressed by Wang Teng's sword technique. This was what Wang Teng had felt just now, and it was understandable. The moves of the sword finger were neither fast nor slow, and the artistic conception varied. Sometimes it was like a spring breeze, sometimes it was bright and gorgeous, sometimes it was lonely, and sometimes it was cold and clumsy. It was a sword move, a sword technique, and a sword technique.
Thus, Wang Teng displayed his swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Impartation of Heaven and Earth! This was his logic! Wang Teng was completely immersed in the true meaning of Dao overflowing from his sword technique, forgetting everything else.
The moonlight had pierced through the dark clouds at some point. Mingxiu and Han Xue 'saw' a blurry green figure performing a sword technique under the bright moon. Under the moonlight, the sword technique was ethereal, following the trajectory of heaven and earth and fitting in with nature.
The nuns had stopped their evening lessons and walked out of the nunnery hall. They looked up at the moon and the immortal of swords, deeply intoxicated by the boundless scenery and unable to extricate themselves.
Wang Teng had once again gained enlightenment today. His mind and spirit were connected with the heavens, and he was able to clearly understand the most profound Great Dao of Nature. It could be said that Wang Teng had found a path that was different from the previous ones. He didn't know if this path was suitable for him. He was a little confused. Wang Teng's unsettled state of mind caused him to withdraw from the mysterious state of mind just now.
The beloved sword that had accompanied its master for many years could feel its master's chaotic emotions. With a clang, it was unsheathed. The ancient sword was golden in color and engraved with the word "battle". Zheng is a struggle, a struggle with heaven, a struggle with earth, a struggle with man; Battle was invincible and invincible. What Wang Teng wanted to defeat now was himself!
Humans might get lost, but swords would not! Holding the sword, it was very cold. Perhaps it was only when drinking blood that the sword was hot. The sword hummed softly, as if it was telling Wang Teng something.
Standing quietly in front of the Qingyin Pavilion, holding this familiar yet unfamiliar ancient weapon, Wang Teng's mind changed! There was much confusion on the path of cultivation. Only by cutting through the fog that blinded one's heart could one advance bravely. A terrifying light shot out from the tiger's eyes. He closed his eyes, and the arrogance in his heart turned into a sharp sword that cut through the layers of confusion.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt that the scenery would be different if he was in a different state of mind.
"Boom!"
Like a flood breaking through a dam, a powerful and terrifying intent instantly flooded the mountain range. He forcefully pulled the nuns of the ancient temple, their 'spirit', into Wang Teng's mind and completely sank into his intent realm.
A sword! Holding the ancient golden sword in his hand, the ancient sword emitted billions of rays of light. The majestic and vast sword aura suppressed everyone like a thousand pounds. The sword body was heavy, and a condensed and heavy aura appeared from Wang Teng's body. The sword qi soared, and the Sword Will forced the two nuns to retreat. It cut through the clouds, and the sword and the man became more fierce and domineering.
His eyes were like swords, and his body was like a sword. He became one with the sword, and his body turned into a huge sword that soared into the sky. The sword qi cut through the sky, and it was the only one who could not be looked at directly!
A bright yellow dragon-shaped airflow was formed under his feet. His tiger eyes emitted a dazzling light, and a terrifying divine power shook and burned.
" Buzz!" The void trembled. His entire body was emitting a golden light. The Divine Power on his body was burning like an ocean.
"That's the step to heaven!" In the distant sky, Nun Xueqing muttered to herself, her eyes blurred." Has this footwork appeared again? The foundation of the Wang family's foundation has almost been lost in the past thousands of years. The requirements are too high. If one's aptitude and comprehension are insufficient, one will not be able to make any progress for many years. In serious cases, one will suffer from Qi deviation and explode. Northern Emperor Teng, perhaps you really deserve this title."
Mingxiu looked at Wang Teng's figure, which was like a god of war, and seemed to be very shocked. Her eyes, which could speak, were about to drip water. Han Xue looked at her son's eyes, which were full of love, and sighed softly. She knew that Mingxiu was hopeless.
The Heaven Ascending Stairway to the Dragon Rebel, each step dyed with blood, heaven and earth cried out in sorrow. It was the Wang Clan's peerless offensive footwork. It was rumored that it could travel across the world. The power of this footwork was terrifying to the extreme. With just one step, Wang Teng shook the ancient temple's protective array pattern and made it unstable.
Subconsciously, he left the Snow Listening Temple and flew in the air. Under the bright stars, he began to display the domineering sword technique of the king path. The sword force that tore the sky and the sword light that cut through the mountains and rivers stunned everyone in the temple. How could there be such a fierce power? It was not the spiritual pressure of a high-level cultivator against a low-level cultivator. It was a direct confrontation with his heart and invincible will.
The sword shadow changed, and in an instant, thunder exploded. There was a storm, a gale, and endless lightning. The nine heavens were penetrated. The sword shadows that filled the sky suddenly turned into a huge fan, dispersing the dark clouds and fog in the mountain range. Under the starlight, the nuns in the temple seemed to see an invincible golden god of war holding a heavenly sword and commanding all living beings.
Suddenly, silver-white rays of light appeared on the golden sword, then condensed into specks of dark golden light.
All the nuns were shaken, and a heaven-shaking sword cry came from the depths of their minds. The dragon cry of the Nine Heavens shook the sky, and the sword shadow seemed to have enlarged thousands of times. It condensed above the clouds, and then its entire body turned from bright gold to dark gold. The primordial spirit that had survived many lightning tribulations and emitted supreme qi flew out from the top of its head, flew up, and merged into the void of the sword shadow.
The sword became even more domineering, and the person became even more domineering. A stalwart figure slowly moved, and his movements were natural. His body emitted a domineering sword light that could shatter mountains and rivers, and shatter the heavens and the earth.
His body swung uncontrollably in the most ideal way. There was no need to pay attention to his own movements, the circulation route of his true essence, nor did he have to forcefully memorize the incomparably complicated moves. Right now, he had to concentrate on controlling the sword with his mind and swing out that extremely domineering sword. The sword shadow slowly pressed down, and the sword shadow swept across the sky and illuminated the entire Snowy Mountain Range.
Their bodies and swords were constantly spinning at high speed. Wang Tengchu shouted loudly, and the ancient sword in his hand was like purple qi coming from the east. The sword qi turned into a tangible existence, and a kind of invisible and terrifying pressure pressed down on their divine souls.
This sword strike was so powerful that it could split mountains and rivers. Heaven and earth were shocked, and ghosts and gods wept. Wherever the sword light passed, mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles were silently flattened. For the first time, the nuns felt what it meant to be truly powerless.
A sword! Tyrant! Heavens!
This was the name that Wang Teng had given to this sword technique. There was no need to explain anything. It was the most direct feeling in his heart.
He put away his sword and stood there, feeling the unprecedented mental state and his body that was about to be emptied. He couldn't help but smile bitterly." It's powerful, but it's deadly. I can only use it as a trump card." He had a vague feeling that something was about to happen to him, so he instructed the two nuns to stay away.
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