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Darling, what recommendation vote? Sigh, not many people would feel their heart ache when seeing this book. Qi Xing, who was wearing a long white robe along the river bank, was holding a thin sword, practicing sword and sword. But of course, there was only one stance. Slash!

Qi Xing slashed vertically against Diagram's sword. Qi Xing only felt that his right hand could not control his strength. His right hand trembled in midair. He couldn't control the time when he had to withdraw his strength. Qi Xing didn't show any impatience as he swung his sword once more. As he listened to the sound of his sword being cut through the air, Qi Xing couldn't help but feel excited.

Slash. Why did he choose to first train in slashing? In Qi Xing's opinion, his years of experience chopping firewood would be much easier to get at. It was just that Qi Xing thought too simply, chopping firewood was just a matter of finding the right position and chopping it down with force. It was different when slashing. There were too many things to pay attention to. For example, where the force was coming from, where the force was coming from, where the sword was coming from, when the force was drawn; when the time came to retract; how to cushion the force of the sword; and many other things to pay attention to. The deeper the level of sword technique, the stronger the coordination of the body and the stronger the control techniques. This was no longer something that could be compared to a simple firewood cleaving technique! And all of this requires constant practice on one's own to get to the point of receiving and sending as one pleases.

Repeating the chopping motion over and over again, Qi Xing began to feel that his arm was sore. Without more than a thousand practice sessions, even if he were to do it a few hundred times, Qixing would already feel uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain as his right hand trembled. Then, he stopped and kept his sword. Qi Xing rubbed his right arm, his eyes glazed over as he sank into deep thought. Jiang Jun had once said that swordsmanship emphasized one's own ability to control and coordinate. Since it was control, then if he used the method of cultivating inner force on his sword …

While he was thinking, Qi Xing couldn't help but start cultivating his inner force. This was a process that would take a long time to accumulate. Since he was too tired to practice his sword arts, he decided to meditate and start cultivating his inner strength. Since Qi Xing felt a warm current under his navel yesterday, he had guessed that he might have cultivated inner strength, but he was unable to control it for now. Actually, that wasn't even inner force, just a strand of air. However, it was not far from being cultivated to inner force. This was only the limit of the root of Qixing. The reason why Qixing's bone root was so poor was because after years of begging, his bones had grown malnourished. He ate everything, leaving many impurities in his body.

After meditating for a while, Qi Xing felt that his right hand was no longer in so much pain, so he stopped and continued his sword practice. Split vertically, obliquely, backwards... Once again, Qi Xing began to practice seriously. Qi Xing frowned deeply. He had already tried out the method just now, and he could clearly feel that it was much easier for him to master the sword techniques. However, he was still unable to control it well. If he could control it temporarily, he would be unable to do so. This meant that his method was right, but not strong enough! Qi Xing stopped what he was doing. He began to ponder...

The sun gradually set behind the curtain, and the river shimmered silver against the moonlight. Qi Xing let out a long sigh, but didn't have any clue. Looking at the rising moon, the scene of practicing the sword during the day appeared clearly in his mind. Qi Xing was startled, as if grabbing onto something, his eyes became brighter and brighter. Clear, right, not clear enough!

The excited Qi Xing suddenly stood up, raised the sword in his hand, closed his eyes and started to prepare. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and slashed down vertically. The thin sword chopped down from Qi Xing's hand and came to a steady stop in midair! Qi Xing's eyes lit up. He suddenly struck out at a slanted angle, before steadily stopping in midair. A backlash attack once again confirmed Qi Xing's thoughts. After practicing the Slashing Sword once, Qixing realised that his improvement was simply indescribable. Although he was far from being able to master a proper sword technique, this was sufficient to prove the point. The dark pupils of Qi Xing's eyes flashed with a terrifying light. "So that's how it is …"