For example, the artistic conception of sword meaning and sword meaning is not like cultivating immortals, which can absorb spiritual energy to break through the realm through powerful exercises, but the perception of weapons can only be unspeakable.

Just like the "One Sword" that Xiang Jing realized by himself, it contains Xiang Jing's own sword intent. It seems that there is only one move, but its power is unmatched by ordinary swordsmanship.

And this kind of person who can hide the sword's intent in the picture scroll is probably also an extremely powerful person.

Xiang Jing continued to stretch out his hand, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the layers of spiritual energy wrapped around his palm were pushed away by the sword intent like an onion.

The closer you get to the scroll, the more obvious the knife's intent, and the stronger and sharper it is. It was not until Xiang Jing activated most of the aura in his body that he held the scroll forcibly.

The magic is that when Xiang Jing held his hand on the scroll, the image of the sword suddenly disappeared, as if it were just an ordinary scroll.

Xiang Jing took the picture scroll out of the box, untied the rope, placed the picture scroll on the desk, and slowly spread it out.

As the picture scrolls unfolded a little bit, what you see is a vast expanse of whiteness and nothing.

No traces of pen and ink appeared until the middle of the scroll.

It is the word "knife".

When the word was fully displayed in front of him, a compelling knife intent stuck directly into Xiang Jing's eyes.

Xiang Jing seemed to see this sword character turned into a peerless magical sword, standing in the sky, there is nothing continuous between heaven and earth, and then falling towards Xiang Jing in the sky.

Xiang Jing's spirit was shocked, his eyes widened, and with a low shout, all the power of his body burst out, and the whole house was shaken by the direct shock. Only then did he reluctantly suppress the sword intent.

After returning to his senses, Xiang Jing was panting. He was already sweating. The scene just now was too real and too terrifying. There is such a powerful power in just one word.

Xiang Jing looked at the word "sword" again, his eyes still tingling a bit, as if the word would turn into a knife at any time and come out to kill all directions.

Without taking a closer look, he stretched out his hand and re-wrapped the scroll and put it in the box. Xiang Jing felt a little more comfortable now, and the oppression in the room disappeared.

Exhaled, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and asked Old Miscellaneous Mao after two days, what exactly is this, it has such power, although he is a master at the Yuan Ying stage, he can write one down. The word, the strong man who can contain such a powerful sword intent, was definitely not the result of a cultivator in the Yuan Ying stage.

When Xiang Jing just put away the picture scroll, Mo Ye suddenly broke in, looked around, and finally stared at the picture scroll on the table.

Xiang Jing saw Mo Ye's expression and asked "What's wrong?"

Mo Ye pointed to the box and asked, "Sect Master, what is this?"

"This?" Xiang Jing said, "a picture scroll, found in Jiang Qingtian's old miscellaneous space ring, how do you know?"

Xiang Jing remembered that Mo Ye was also practicing knives, so he pushed the box in front of him and said, "Open it."

Mo Ye nodded, opened the box, reached out for the scroll, and felt a powerful sword intent before touching the scroll.

Mo Ye didn't shrink his hand, but also burst out the sword intent, and wrapped his palm with aura and continued to take it towards the scroll.

Although Mo Ye's sword intent is not as powerful as on the scroll, it also has its own courage and uniqueness.

After some resistance, Mo Ye's hand finally reached the picture scroll.

However, he did not choose to open the picture scroll, but closed his eyes and felt it quietly. After a while, he let go of his hand and said, "Sect Master, this thing must be collected, and it may be used in the future."

Hearing what Mo Ye said, Xiang Jing asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Mo Ye was silent, then turned and left Xiang Jing's room.

Looking at Mo Ye’s leaving back, Xiang Jing was a little confused. It was the first time he saw this hooligan. He used to be swear words all day long. One sentence from your uncle on the left and another sentence from your grandma, why? Transsexual today.

Xiang Jing shook his head and collected the picture scroll. This kind of good thing does not need to be said by Mo Ye, he will also collect it well.

...

The moment Xiang Jing opened the box, a blacksmith in a blacksmith's shop in Tang State stopped his sledgehammer and looked in the direction of Xiaoyao Sect.

In an unknown deep mountain and old forest, a man with a resolute face walked out of the cave. He only walked out of the cave, and only the intent of the sword exuded from his body cut off everything around him.

On an island in the heart of a lake, a man and a woman, two husbands and wives, were discussing knives, and they stopped together and looked into the distance.

Such images appeared in various places in the ancient world, and those who had achieved success in practicing swordsmanship in all things felt the direction of Xiaoyao Sect.

Some people know the reason, some people don't know the reason, but without exception, they all come in the direction of Xiaoyao Sect.

At this time, Xiang Jing, who was in the sect, didn't know this. The sword intent scroll was a good thing. Although it was fierce, it could also be used to understand the sword intent, which was of great benefit to those who practiced the sword technique.

Although Xiang Jing did not major in a certain type of weapon, since he had the opportunity to improve his strength, he would certainly not let it go so easily.

Two days later, on the martial arts field, Xiang Jing closed his eyes, held a knife in one hand, and leaned behind his back. He breathed deeply and forcefully, and the air around him was undulating with his breathing.

Suddenly, Xiang Jing opened his eyes suddenly, and the big knife in his hand slashed forward, only to see a sword gang swinging from the big knife, wiping sparks along the ground, and finally slowly dissipating to nothing.

Xiang Jing took a deep breath and put away the big sword. In the past two days, he has been comprehending the picture of the sword. Xiang Jing will also practice some sword techniques based on his insight.

The knife just now was the one that Xiang Jing slapped on the basis of a sword. I thought it should be effective, but now it seems that the effect is average. After all, a sword is not the same as a sword.

The sword is the gentleman among the weapons. He is the ancestor of short-term soldiers, a weapon of close strokes, with profound Taoism and skill, and he has entered the mysterious legend. In fact, because of its lightness to carry, the beauty of the wear, and the quickness of use, the princes, emperors, scribes and knights, merchants and common people in the past are proud of holding it. Sword and art have always been on the battlefield since ancient times, dominating the martial arts, standing on the ground, benevolent and righteous, so it is still loved by the world, and with its glorious history, it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The sword is the overlord of weapons. Martial artists often use "the sword like a tiger" to describe the sword's sturdiness and strength. Broadswords belong to long weapons. As the saying goes, "big swords look at the blade." It means using the blade to cut, wipe, lick, chop, stab, press, hang, and frame. Single pole and double pole are short weapons.

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