Chapter 67 Huh? Did your cat teach you how to use a sword? ? !
Chen Xin, who had already arrived at an open space, looked at Shen An in surprise. With his eyesight, it was not difficult to tell that Shen An's soul skill was not a flying one, but more like a development of martial arts.
Real flying soul skills can fly at will, and will not be as cautious as Shen An, but this also just shows Shen An's potential.
Although he can't fly as he pleases now, as time goes by, as his soul power becomes deeper and his skills become more proficient, Shen An can soar in the sky as he pleases.
Shen An landed slowly. For him, flying with the Nine-leaf Sword Grass was not a problem. With the sword-controlling soul skill, he could do whatever he wanted.
The only problem is that he can't guarantee that he can always integrate with the Nine-leaf Sword Grass, such as making a 360-degree rotation in the air, so he will definitely fall.
Therefore, Shen Anfei is very cautious. After all, there are thousands of roads, and safety is the first priority. If he is not careful with his sword, Tom will burst into tears.
However, in response to this problem, Shen An has recently been thinking about how to further develop the use of soul power. In his opinion, soul power is a kind of energy.
What he wants to study is converting energy into different forms, such as compressing high-concentration soul power to make it more aggressive.
Or try to make the soul power sticky, like a magnetic force, so that he can fly with the sword better.
Chen Xin looked at the nine-leaf sword grass suspended in the air, and a question arose in his heart: how could this thing look like a sword and grass at the same time.
Although it looks like a long sword and its sharp edge reaches the sky, Chen Xin can still detect that this should be a grass-type martial spirit.
But having said that, this martial soul actually has such pure sword intent, the purest edge without any impurities, it is really amazing.
The Seven Kills Sword is known as the pinnacle of sword martial arts in the continent, but Chen Xin can clearly feel that the quality of the Seven Kills Sword is not as good as the sword grass in Shen An's hand.
At this time, Chen Xin, whose soul power reached level 96, could feel his Seven Killing Sword trembling due to Shen An's martial spirit. This was definitely not fear, but a kind of excitement.
It is the excitement of the king of swords for the same kind, and it is a kind of hunting pleasure. Even though the quality of the Seven Kills Sword is not as good as the Nine-leaf Sword Grass, it can still have the fighting spirit of the Seven Kills Sword.
This sword has followed Chen Xin across the continent, and has achieved brilliance in victory after victory. Rather than saying that the seven kills have achieved Chen Xin, it is better to say that the two have achieved each other.
Chen Xin looked at Shen An with great interest and said: "Let's use the sword. I have no words, so why not give it a try? I won't use my soul power and will only fight you with my swordsmanship and skills."
Shen An nodded seriously. The old man in front of him was the pinnacle of swordsmanship in Douluo Continent, and he couldn't be overestimated.
Shen An has been learning basic swordsmanship from Tom, and because of his love for swordsmanship, he is always successful in every move he makes.
Maybe it was because most of the people he met were poor, so Shen An didn't know what his level was. Maybe the old man in front of him could give him the answer.
Shen An's posture when holding the sword was extremely standard, and his original gentle temperament instantly transformed into a sharp aura unique to a swordsman.
In Shen An's eyes, the dust heart in front of him seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth, and there was no flaw at all, which even made Shen An feel unable to start.
This can't help but make Shen An feel a sense of frustration. Is this the real master of swordsmanship? He is definitely not a fool like Zhao Wuji.
But since he was determined to fight, he had to go all out. Shen An summoned up the fighting spirit and cut off all the distracting thoughts in his heart, leaving only the purest fighting spirit.
Shen An had never been so focused before. He stared at Chen Xin with a pair of bright eyes. Since there was no flaw, he would find a flaw!
Split, chop, stab, wipe...
Holding the nine-leaf sword grass in his hand, Shen An unleashed all his sharp sword moves, but faced with Chen Xin, he was as calm as a stone sinking into the ocean.
Chen Xin just stood still and did not use much force, but the simple Seven Kills Sword in his hand could always hit his weak point.
The clash of swords erupted into extremely brilliant fireworks and the intoxicating sound of gold and stone.
Shen An tried his best to attack continuously. The Nine-leaf Void Sword and the Nine-leaf Sword Grass were one real and one empty, moving up and down. Shen An's double-minded focus kept swaying the sword energy.
The green sword energy was so sharp that when it fell on Chen Xin, it disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. This was not soul power but pure swordsmanship.
Ning Rongrong and everyone on the side watched the competition excitedly, whether it was Shen An's adaptability or Chen Xin's majestic style. It’s simply dazzling and overwhelming, so exciting.
Only Tom was still dull. Although the old man who wanted to abduct me was good at swordsmanship, if that was all he could do, he couldn't compare to my old friend.
What Shen An didn't notice was that the admiration in Chen Xin's eyes was getting stronger and stronger. Chen Xin, who originally wanted to bully Shen An in the name of giving advice, had no intention of coming.
Chen Xin could clearly see that Shen An's sword was so spiritual. It was obviously just the most basic sword move, but it could be transformed in Shen An's hands like it was made in heaven. This was the most peerless seedling, the most beautiful jade.
Chen Xin has been obsessed with swordsmanship all his life. He has no children or daughters, let alone a successor to his mantle. All he wants in life is to reach the top with swordsmanship and surpass his father and defeat Qian Daoliu.
But now that he saw a peerless swordsman like Shen An, his heart was moved. It would be a good thing if he could pass on his legacy.
"Hoo!"
Shen An had tried his best, but he was still unable to face Chen Xin. This bottomless feeling was just like when he was fighting Tom.
Chen Xin is a kind of despairing strength that makes people unable to see where his strength lies. Tom is just one step ahead of you every time. So far, I have never seen Tom's limit.
However, this battle also allowed Shen An to experience swordsmanship that was different from Tom's.
If it were Tom's sword, it would be as simple as Tao begets one, one life would be two, and two would be three.
Then Chen Xin's sword is like the most complicated sword that has been learned through countless sword techniques.
However, no matter who the two are, neither of them can be detected by Shen An's current level.
Shen An has been practicing swordplay for less than a month, and neither Tom, who is extremely talented, nor Chen Xin, who is a swordsman, is far from normal.
"Senior Chen Xin is like the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and I am so inferior to this junior. I really admire him."
Shen An praised it from the bottom of his heart. He also benefited a lot this time. He could feel that Chen Xin was deliberately guiding him so that he could perform to his fullest.
Chen Xin's originally indifferent eyes were filled with admiration.
Shen An's sword is so spiritual. Both his martial soul quality and swordsmanship talent are so high. The most important thing is that he is still young and his future is limitless.
"Little guy, do you have a master, or who taught you the sword?"
Chen Xin didn't think anyone could teach such a peerless talent, just because Shen An's sword had an aura that had not been sculpted by anyone.
Chen Xin just asked a habitual question. As long as Shen An answered no, he proposed to accept Shen An as his disciple on the spot.
With Chen Xin's reputation as a swordsman, he expected that the little guy in front of him would never refuse. Even Chen Xin had already thought of letting Rongrong and his disciples become disciples in the future... It was not impossible.
"No one teaches me how to practice swordsmanship, but my cat usually teaches me."
Shen An scratched his head and pointed at Tom.
"Very good. Since you have no one to teach you, then you are willing to become my teacher."
Chen Xin said with satisfaction, and then a trace of astonishment appeared on his originally indifferent face.
Wait, your cat taught you? ? !
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