Zijinlian lost all her strength and slowly crawled back.

Wandering Jianzi looked at the already formed wooden sword and murmured: "It's still one or two cents away."

Zi Jinlian said angrily: "I'm not lazy, and the way I set the sword is not wrong. Why do I hit me?"

"Take your sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wandering Jianzi took the long sword of Zijinlian in his hand with one hand. Suddenly, the sword energy flashed and penetrated into the sword.

"Master, why do you take my sword?"

"You have so many problems, carry them on your back." Then he sent the long sword behind Xuanyuan Zijinlian.

"What are you doing behind your back? Is it more handsome to draw a sword or draw a sword like this?" Zi Jinlian said inexplicably.

Wandering Jianzi said calmly: "Can you pull it out? If you can pull it out, pull it out."

Zi Jinlian didn't believe it, so she almost pinched a sword technique. She thought the long sword would shoot out instantly as usual, but she didn't expect there was no movement. In her heart, he tried several times in a row, but it was still the case.

This aroused his desire to win and lose, and he said in his heart: "If you can't use the sword technique, then I'll pull it straight away."

He held the hilt of the sword with his left hand and used force with his right hand. However, the sword was still indifferent, without any sign of being unsheathed. After trying many times, he finally gave up and had to say helplessly: "Why is this happening? Why can't my sword be pulled out suddenly?"

Jian Zun said calmly: "Although you understand what is the correct way to draw the sword, you still cannot do the sword without any trace or the reason for going there. When you do this, the sword will naturally be unsheathed. From now on, you can practice with this sword."

The sword master threw the wooden sword he had cut to Xuanyuan Zijinlian.

"Wooden Sword?" Xuanyuan Zijinlian was puzzled.

Wandering Jianzi said in a deep voice: "If you are not my disciple, you have died countless times when you treat your sword like this."

Xuanyuan Zijinlian said sincerely: "Master, I know that my disciple is wrong. Please remove the seal on the disciple's sword first and use the wooden sword. I am really not used to it. Otherwise, let me use the other long swords in the storage bag."

Wandering Swordzi said in a low voice: "In my eyes, you are not qualified to use the sword. Just listening to the sound of breaking the wind when you set out the sword and the sharp and sharp sound, it almost aroused my murderous thoughts!"

Xuanyuan Zijinlian tilted her head and said, "Is it that serious?"

The wandering swordsman's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he hummed lowly, directly scaring Xuanyuan Zijinlian back several steps.

Xuanyuan Zijinlian said repeatedly: "I understand, I will practice with the wooden sword for the time being until the master is satisfied."

Wandering Jianzi looked at a black bamboo not far away and said, "You can cut off the black-jointed bamboo in front of you with just one casual sword, that's enough."

Xuanyuan Zijinlian was silent for a moment and said, "The black-jointed bamboo is known for its hardness. With my current cultivation level, if the master lifts the seal on my sword, I will kill it for you."

Wandering Jianzi shook his head and said, "I'm talking about using a wooden sword!"

Xuanyuan Zijinlian was embarrassed and murmured: "Use... to use the wooden sword, this..."

"That's right, and the incision must be flat and there must be no rough cracks. Well, I will use a sword with your level of cultivation. The teacher will show you it, so you must see it clearly." Wandering Jianzi said, picking up a dead branch from the ground, then swing it casually, and a sword energy shot out and headed straight for the black-jointed bamboo in the distance.

"Damn it!" The black bamboo fell to the ground, and the cut was extremely smooth.

Xuanyuan Zijinlian jumped up in fear and said to herself: "This... with my cultivation level, can I achieve this level with dead wood branches?"

"Master, this is too difficult!" Xuanyuan Zijinlian said honestly.

Wandering Jianzi slowly said, "It's not difficult. The focus is on concentrating strength and using strength well. The power here is the sum of spiritual power and physical strength. You have the bloodline of the Xuanyuan clan, and your physical strength is much stronger than those of the fellow practitioners, so there is no problem using a wooden sword to cut off the black-jointed bamboo like me."

"How to concentrate your strength and make good use of your strength?" Xuanyuan Zijinlian said inexplicably.

"How much power do you think it takes to cut off a person's head with a sword without using the power of cultivation?" asked Wandering Jianzi.

"Uh, although a person's neck is a vital point, if you want to break a sword, I think hundreds of kilograms of strength will always be needed." Xuanyuan Zijinlian never thought about this question, so she could only barely express the answer she thought.

"The correct power is one, two, two cents, three cents," said Wandering Jianzi.

Xuanyuan Zijinlian was extremely surprised and couldn't help but say, "How is that possible?"

"Why can't you cut off the black-jointed bamboo with a wooden sword, but you can use your own sword?"

"Because my sword has a sharp sword edge, and the sword itself is of great level, it contains great power."

Wandering Swordzi explained: "Yes, the sharp blade helps you concentrate your strength, allowing you to use the least power to achieve maximum damage. The higher the sword, the stronger its power, it is better to say that its power is more obvious in concentration. Therefore, the focus is not on the laughter of power, but on the level of concentration of power."

Xuanyuan Zijinlian felt enlightened and said to herself: "No wonder the crack left on the scabbard with Master's sword was so shallow. But how should we concentrate our strength and use our strength?"

Wandering Jianzi said: "You can't chew too much, so you can practice drawing the sword first."

The two of them went on and on, and ten years passed quickly. The cultivation of Wandering Swordzi was gradually recovering, while Xuanyuan Zijinlian was greatly improved while practicing swordsmanship, and even made great progress in swordsmanship.

One day, Xuanyuan Zijinlian stopped practicing swords and finally couldn't help but say to Wandering Jianzi sitting cross-legged on the side: "Master, I have been practicing with wooden swords for the past five years, and you didn't teach me a single move or a half move. Master, when did you teach me sword skills? Even if it was a single move or a half move, I believe that the master's production must be a magical technique."

Wandering Jianzi slowly said, "Sword magic? I have forgotten everything except the five immortal god tribulations."

Xuanyuan Zijinlian was shocked and asked, "Master... Are you staring at the original strange stone on the meteorite for five hundred years? There is something wrong with your head staring?"

"Only by forgetting the magical power of swordsmanship can we truly use the magical power of swordsmanship!" said the wandering swordsman slowly.

"What does it mean?"

"The sword is Tao, Tao, it encompasses everything, and it is not spoken, not named, and not visible."

Xuanyuan Zijinlian said helplessly: "Master, please lower the level by a few levels."

"Have you heard of countless defeats but none of them wins?" asked Wandering Jianzi.

"Shu Yingzi said, but I can't understand that defeat is a very simple thing. If you leave a few moves and lose water, how difficult is it?"

"It's not difficult to lose, but it's more difficult to lose than to win."

Xuanyuan Zijinlian said helplessly: "It's quite easy to say, but I still don't understand. Master, can you explain it in detail?"

(End of this chapter)
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