Chapter 27 The Heavenly Sword Conquers Evil (please read it)


Chapter 27 The Heavenly Sword Conquers Evil (please read it later)

"Don't stop! Use your mind as a sword to guide your breath."

At this moment, An Jing's breathing was a little rough as he slashed out the sword. The sword spirit who watched this scene with appreciation immediately opened his mouth and gave guidance: "The amount of demon meat you took is huge, and the accumulation is rich. Once you break through, you will actually have inner breath like this. River Realm——But because of this, the backlash is even stronger!”

"Guide the breath back to Dantian!"

An Jing took a deep breath. The moment he slashed the bloody sword, he felt a thick and pure warmth flowing out of his body. The mellow breath came from nowhere, like a rushing river. There was no doubt that it was him. 'Innate Qi'!
His heart beat violently, and the sound of this heartbeat was far louder and louder than before. It was like the God of Thunder beating his drum and the heaven and earth roaring together.

In just a moment, this rich warmth all became the 'inner breath' that could be controlled by him. However, after slashing out that sword, An Jing also lost the ability to completely control all the inner breath. For a moment, The internal breath is scattered and needs to return to all parts of the body.

But fortunately, there was still a sword spirit. An Jing followed the instructions and breathed deeply. On his arms and chest, big drops of sweat were coming out, carrying a strange fragrance.

It was the medicinal power accumulated in An Jing's flesh and blood after taking demonic beast meat and ruthless water for a long time. These medicinal powers interfered with and paralyzed An Jing's perception, and subtly transformed An Jing's body and spirit.

But not anymore.

At this moment, in An Jing's body, there is a hot sword-like aura floating around, like swallowing a mouthful of hot molten iron, burning a path in the body. When it burns somewhere, he will sweat profusely. Drenching, expelling harmful medicinal power from the body.

This is An Jing's innate Qi, which is the inner breath.

This qi feels extremely hot and difficult to control, just like it is difficult for a person to control the movement of his gastrointestinal tract and the operation of his internal organs. It is difficult to even guide it.

But a warrior can control it to operate in a certain direction and strengthen a certain part of his body by practicing sword moves, which is simple, fast and hearty.

Consuming and stimulating again and again, eating and exercising again and again can strengthen the inner breath and enhance control.

This is also the source of poor literature and rich martial arts - to truly enter the realm of warriors, daily exercise of inner breath consumes an extremely large amount of physical energy and blood, which can only be replenished with a large amount of food or elixirs.

However, the great sects have special 'contemplation methods', which can be used to guide the movement of inner breath and strengthen the strong inner breath with the least consumption of blood and energy.

Qing Jing Jian Guan is just such a contemplation method. Under the guidance of the rusty sword of Qing Jing Sword Guan, the overly hot blood and energy gradually become controllable and pure in the process of polishing the rust... As long as you continue to practice, not only will you be able to Just the inner breath, An Jing's soul will be greatly improved!
It is indeed the ‘foundation of all dharma’ as Sword Spirit said!
“It’s time to go back.”

Calm down the internal energy in the body, gather it all back to the Dantian, then circulate the whole body in a circular path, and then return to the Dantian, forming a cycle.

An Jing's eyes were bright at this time, the light slowly converged, and the blood evil sword energy in his hand also converged back into his body.

He didn't know where this bloody sword came from, but he could wield it as he pleased, moving freely, but it required a lot of blood and energy, which would reduce his physical strength.

You can ask the sword spirit about this kind of thing later, but now, if the time in the two worlds is the same, An Jing estimates that it is almost early in the morning, and he must go back to the dormitory immediately.

However, even so, An Jing did not forget the most important thing.

First, he used the Quiet Sword Observation to calm and disguise his inner breath, and then the sword spirit moved slightly to cover it up.

Then, Anjing put away the two large-caliber pistols, a spiritual light pistol and some magazines that he had collected, and called out the Rusty Sword.

Under the guidance of the sword spirit, he made another false cut, opened the gap, and returned to Huai Xu.

Within the ruins.

After An Jing left, some time passed.

A faint sound sounded, and countless shadows gathered together to form a dark shadow, which silently came to where An Jing was originally.

It stayed in front of the sword marks left by An Jing and observed for a long time, looking around fearfully, then dispersed quietly and retreated into the shadows.

Huai Xujie.

Xuanmingzhuang.

The heavy rain is still going on, the lights are flickering, but the people patrolling have disappeared.

An Jing walked out of the hiding room, then gathered his breath and strode towards the main village.

With the help of the heavy rain, he washed away the medicinal gas discharged from his body, and when passing by those 'water tanks', Anjing paused for a moment. Then, An Jing made up his mind and turned around and headed towards the main village.

He won't forget.

Back in their dormitories, everyone was sleeping soundly. There was no teacher patrolling the dormitory because An Jing himself was the one taking care of the dormitory.

The owner of the medicine store will not always pay attention to him. As long as the 'patrol training' does not catch An Jing, An Jing can continue to lead the team to practice the next day, which will be considered a perfect score.

As for what method An Jing used to avoid the instructor's inspection, that was his own ability, and the owner of the medicine store would not care.

Easily wring out the clothes, change into the original clothes, and hide the firearm.

An Jing closed her eyes and fell into a dream.

In the silent darkness.

An Jing dreamed of a sword.

This is a long sword with a simple shape. The sword pattern is mysterious and the sword body is connected like a cold spring under the moonlight.

The sword is three fingers wide and has a blade four feet long. In the almost transparent silver-white sword body, continuous cyan cloud patterns are faintly reflected in the light.

The cold breath was refined by the transparent murderous aura, and the unspeakable coldness slowly came out from the sword's edge.

Gazing at the edge of the blade, even in the scorching summer heat, one feels as if one is on a cold river in the far north.

And it was held in one hand, pale and slender, but powerful.

The slender jade hand with distinct joints grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and a lonely figure stood high in the sky.

Overlooking a cruel and depraved world.

On the earth, numerous buildings are piled up, thousands of miles of cities are burning; on the top of the sky, thousands of cloud cities have fallen, and the cave sky is like stars hanging high.

Thousands of countries conquered and killed each other, blood flowed like a sea over the mountains, white bones covered the plains, the extravagant and lustful emperor was in the capital city on the top of the pillar of heaven, countless slaves and servants prostrated on the ground, and in the gorgeous garden It was full of men and women entangled like flesh worms. The fishy aroma of blood could be smelled in the wine pond and meat forest, and the black smoke from the cannon reached to the top of the sky.

And on top of that pillar, at the top of the Sky Cloud City and many caves, a pair of eyes looked down at the turbulent world. They are not indifferent, cheerful, or compassionate, and naturally they are not malicious.

They just stared, waiting for some seed to come out of this mountain of corpses, sea of ​​blood, sea of ​​desire, and forest of flesh, and become one of them.

They did not wait for the true demon seed that emerged from endless suffering and despair and became enlightened.

They waited for a sword.

At first they were just stars twinkling at the top of the sky, and then they quickly grew in size. They became larger than all the cloud cities floating in the sky, and became big enough to split the entire sky. A majestic divine sword broke through the clouds from the top of the sky, splitting the sky and splitting the entire world.

When he saw the sword clearly, An Jing seemed to be struck by it - but it didn't strike.

Because it's broken.

Cut off from the root.

It is an echo from a long time ago, it is just an afterimage from an eternity ago.

【Fuxie】

In the end, the young man only heard this cold voice, gently echoing in his ears: [Unsheath]

Sonorous——

An Jing woke up to the sound of swords.

(End of chapter)

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