Chapter 135: The pass is like iron, crossing calmly

Understanding the importance of condensation, Zhu Xing took a deep breath and activated his sword of will again, slashing at the "crystal wall" in front of him!

One sword is useless.

The two swords are useless.

Three swords...Four swords...Five swords...

Every time Zhu Xing cut a sword, he would stop and carefully consider the sword he had cut out. Every move, every moment, every link, what defects and mistakes were there, and what made the force he cut out unable to condense as one.

In this way, he slashed with swords and corrected with swords. When Zhu Xing felt tired again, he still failed to cut open the "crystal wall" in front of him. The only thing that made him happy was that the "crystal wall" that could instantly disperse his strength was finally no longer as smooth as a mirror. Just now, he was able to leave a sword mark like hair on the hard and crystal-like wall!

This sword mark is very thin. On this smooth and flat wall like a mirror, it is like a hair, and it only exists for a moment. However, this is definitely a milestone for Zhu Xing, which is as memorable as a milestone, because it means that he finally took the right path and finally began to compress and condense his distracted power. Although the effect is not great, it is completely different for Zhu Xing, a practitioner who is completely eating the stuffing cake that fell from the sky and growing up all the way. His growth is too fast, just like taking a high-speed rail. He didn't even see the scenery along the way clearly, and he rushed all the way to reach his destination.

Zhu Xing retreated back to the foot of the mountain again, and fell asleep to recover his tired spirit and health. Of course, when he fell into a deep sleep, his soul and flesh and blood body also began to transform again...

When Zhu Xing woke up, he had a lot of food and rushed up the mountain road again, running wildly, and came to the tall and solid "Crystal Wall" again, and began to activate the sword of will with all his strength, slashing towards the smooth and crystal wall!

It was still a thin sword mark, not deeper than before he fell asleep.

Zhu Xing's eyes remained unchanged, as if the fleeting light sword marks did not exist. He stopped again and thought carefully about what was wrong with the sword just now. Then, he activated the sword of will again with all his strength, slashing the wall that turned into a mirror-like smooth wall.

Two swords...Three swords...Four swords...Five swords...Six swords...

Zhu Xing simply and boredly faced an invisible and invisible "Crystal Wall" and swung his sword of will with all his strength, constantly correcting his method of activating the sword of will, bit by bit, slightly, and his heart was completely calm, because he had a vague understanding that this method of condensation is his future path, and his soul constantly digests and absorbs the will imprint of the ancient strong man, becoming more pure and more solid. Therefore, this vague intuition is becoming more and more real and clearer, making Zhu Xing rely more and more on this intuition that has been derived!

It is this intuition that made Zhu Xing no longer anxious and no longer care about the sheepskin scroll in Taichung at the end of the mountain road. Although the sheepskin scroll records all the secret methods of the small universe cultivation and the exclusive golden fighting skills of the twelve golden saints, it is no longer so attractive to Zhu Xing now.

In fact, Moglani had told him that you can learn various skills and secret techniques, but this is just about learning. In the end, if you cannot break out of this barrier, break out of this shackles, and turn these skills and secret techniques into hands and feet, part of your own body, then you will never become a strong man standing above the peak, because no strong man follows others' things to reach the peak! In the end, these strong men will create their own secret skills based on their own experiences and their own characteristics. Only such strong men are qualified to stand above the peak and overlook all living beings.

At this moment, Zhu Xing had already vaguely realized that what he had, whether it was the small universe or the two-handed swordsman who taught him, was forged with countless blood and life on the war-torn continent of Azeroth, or the many powerful people of the "Silver Hand" Knights, who developed the secret methods and techniques of the holy light originating from the faith itself, were extremely huge systems. For example, the method of the small universe, in the view of the legendary powerhouse Moglani, was the cultivation method of the divine kingdom that finally ignited the divine fire to engrave the gods. Although the secret method of the holy light can be engraved with the gods, there are many strong people at the legendary level by reaching the peak of the mortal realm.

After Moglani proposed the method of using the power that was condensed so as to be unable to shake the dispersed force, Zhu Xing faintly felt this. When he kept urging the sword of will to slash the "Crystal Wall" and finally cut out a sword mark as thin as a gossip, he became even more sure that the abilities he mastered were too complicated compared to many people. If he could not digest and absorb these abilities like condensed his own force, and completely integrate them into his body, then even if he really got the mysterious sheepskin scroll, he would not have improved his strength much!

Therefore, Zhu Xing's heart was completely calm.

Zhu Xing kept repeating his sword-slashing action, and each movement had a slight change than the previous one. This change made his movement to activate the sword of will, more concise and smoother, and even faintly, there was a feeling of slashing out with one sword, both physically and mentally, and even made him want to whistle to the sky!

Naturally, this constant correction movement, the gradually simple and smooth sword slashing made Zhu Xing feel more and more that his path was dissipating the fog bit by bit, showing him the beautiful scene of the future...

The sword marks as thin as a gossip are getting deeper, longer and wider!

However, when Zhu Xing felt exhausted again, he still had the power to cut through this "Crystal Wall". Only the sword marks that had disappeared in that moment, which had become deep in his fingers, made him understand that the day to cut open this "Crystal Wall" was no longer in vain!

Zhu Xing retreated back to the foot of the mountain again and fell asleep.

When Zhu Xing woke up, he filled his stomach again, rushed to the front of the "Crystal Wall" blocking the mountain road, and slashed the sword.

When I was tired, I returned to the foot of the mountain, rested, and returned to the front of the "Crystal Wall" again, slashing the sword.

Day after day, Zhu Xing truly began the most boring and boring cultivation journey.

Perhaps Zhu Xing had eaten a little too much of the stuffing cake that fell from the sky. Therefore, the speed of progress in this cultivation was far less than the growth rate of his rushing progress. However, this little bit by bit, like a snail, also made him completely understand how poor his foundation was.

Therefore, Zhu Xing's mind became even quieter. When his silver-white eyes, as white as ice and snow, saw the smooth mirror-like wall of the "Crystal Wall" that seemed to never collapse, every sword mark he cut out was deeper, wider and longer than the previous one, his heart would no longer fluctuate, as if it was natural.

When he was tired, Zhu Xing returned to the foot of the mountain to sleep.

When he was hungry and thirsty, Zhu Xing took out the high-energy compressed food in the "storage space" to satisfy his hunger and quenched his thirst with compressed water.

When he was fully recovered, Zhu Xing rushed to the mountain road and used the "crystal wall" as a whetstone to sharpen his simple and rough sword of will. At the same time, he was also gathering his own dispersed and messy force, one by one, one by one, and it was a huge force that was already the sixth level of the small universe, but was still scattered!

The sun rises and the moon sets, and time keeps passing.

As time goes by, Zhu Xing's sword of will has become more and more real texture, and the scattered huge power slowly gathers into everything, just like countless rivers, big or small rivers, and finally gathers into a vast and endless river!

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Chapter completed!