C322 Sword Intent

"Swords are not used like this."

The hoarse voice seemed to carry an extremely strong penetrating force in the silent night. Han Chen was startled, he turned around and saw a slender figure standing a few tens of metres away. The dark brown monastic robe, the red gauze wrapping around his eyes, was bright and dazzling.

"Elder blind monk." Han Chen did not react in time, the other party was actually here? Was he talking to his just now?

blind monk raised his head slightly, turning his face towards Han Chen, his throat slightly moved, "Your sword, has more than the aura but it is not enough. In front of a true sword expert, it's extremely difficult. "

Just as he finished speaking, blind monk grabbed at the air with his palm, wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! There was a slight disturbance in the air as a substantial longsword impressively condensed in his palm. blind monk waved his hand and the long sword flew out. It circled in the air for a bit and then slashed down with power.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The ground trembled violently as dust flew into the air. A ravine that was three to four meters wide and more than thirty meters long suddenly appeared between Han Chen and blind monk.

Han Chen's pupils contracted tightly as his face filled with thick shock. A casual swing of his sword was able to cause such great damage. blind monk's strength was actually this strong.

"Your name is Han Chen, right?" The blind monk asked indifferently.

Han Chen regained his senses from the shock and nodded, "Yes, blind monk elder."

"I have one of the seven Blood Drop Swords. Are you willing to learn it?"

"What?"

"Starting from tomorrow, come find me at this time of night at the 'Virtue Pavilion'. "Remember, don't tell anyone." With that, the blind monk turned around and left, leaving behind an astonished Han Chen standing in place.

When Han Chen came back to his senses, the blind monk had already disappeared into the night. Looking at this gigantic ravine in front of him, Han Chen was extremely excited in his heart.

After a while, Han Chen returned to his residence. The light in Yan Wu's room was still on, so Han Chen hesitated for a while, but in the end, he did not knock on the door, and went straight back to her own room.

Han Chen's mood was still a little excited. He let out a deep breath, and calmed the restlessness in his heart. Han Chen then summoned out an android from his storage bracelet.

With a height of two meters and dark golden skin, it gave off a cold aura.

A glass bottle appeared in Han Chen's hand out of nowhere, and inside it was Cui Yifeng's blood essence. With a thought, Han Chen separated a drop of his blood essence from the bottle and mixed it with the human-made body.

In the next moment, the runes on the humanoid's body began to emit a bright light, and a pair of empty eyes also started to faintly turn red.

"Second level of the morphogenesis?" Han Chen squinted his eyes, sensing the aura the human-made man was emitting.

Cui Yifeng's strength was at the fourth level of morphogenesis, but with his blood essence, there was a difference of two levels between the activated human-made bodies. Han Chen summoned another android and activated it with Cui Li's blood essence.

Cui Li's strength was at the sixth level of morphogenesis. After fusing his blood essence with the human-made body, the aura he was emitting actually reached the fifth level of morphogenesis.

Han Chen was ecstatic, the strength of a man at the fifth stage of the morphogenesis was far stronger than the man at the second stage of the morphogenesis.

However, what surprised Han Chen was that this time, none of the manmade people had actually reached the fifth level of morphogenesis, and all of them were only at the fourth level of strength.

With regards to this result, Han Chen was not too surprised. Previously, there was an explanation on the man-made scroll that He Tian left behind. He said that there would be a deviation in the power of the man made from the same person's blood essence.

Han Chen was already very satisfied with being able to refine a person at the fifth level of morphogenesis. From now on, he was equivalent to having a helper at the fifth level of morphogenesis, seven people at the fourth level of morphogenesis, and a helper at the second level of Form Creation. In the future, if he met with any trouble, he would be able to hold them off for a while.

Chui Li had less than a third of his blood essence left, including Cui Yifeng's. It was almost enough to create a dozen manmade people. However, Han Chen did not want to use the Steel Tree again, he could not afford to spend such precious materials.

Although the quality of other metals used to refine manmade people would be a little worse, Han Chen did not plan to form a team of manmade people. Today, after witnessing the strength of the blind monk, Han Chen had realized that in front of any kind of powerful strength, all external strength was weak. Only by increasing one's own strength could one truly walk the path of a king.

During the day after that, Han Chen and Qiao Feiyan attended classes at the Psionic Magician Academy.

Deep into the night, Han Chen quietly went out. He found the Kindness Pavilion.

It was a two-story building in the southern part of the academy. Outside the building was a wide and desolate courtyard. The fallen leaves and withered branches scattered all over the place as if they had not been cleaned in a long time.

If it was a few days ago, Han Chen would not know what this name meant. Right now, there was an indescribable sadness and desolation.

"Elder of blind monk, student Han Chen is here to pay a visit." Han Chen stood outside the courtyard and shouted respectfully.

"Come in!"

His hoarse voice was like the dried leaves on the ground, revealing a trace of desolation. Han Chen walked into the courtyard, and discovered that the interior was much larger than what he had seen outside.

Creak! The door to the attic was pushed open and a dim yellow candle light shone through. A blind man lighting a lamp? This was rather comical. However, Han Chen did not find it funny at all.

blind monk slowly walked out from the great hall and looked at Han Chen, "You're early."

"Yes, I can't wait." Han Chen answered truthfully.

"You are very confused, why should I teach you how to practice the sword?"

"Yes."

blind monk was silent for a moment, before replying, "I wrote the song from the Starplucking Wine Pavilion last night. I'm surprised that you can hear the mood in that song. "

Han Chen was startled, he could not think of this kind of reason, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

blind monk walked forward slowly. The bright moonlight made the red gauze on his face look exceptionally bright. That was his favorite woman's red hair, and also blind monk's eternal restraint that was hidden in his heart.

"Let's get down to business!" blind monk spat out a few words, "Your sword's power is not bad, but it does not contain a single strand of sword intent."

"Sword intent?" Han Chen's eyes revealed some doubt, this was the first time he had heard these two words.

"Answer me first, what is a sword?"

What was a sword? Han Chen never thought that someone would ask him this question. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "The sword is a killing weapon."

"Good answer." blind monk's tone was full of praise, "The sword is a killing weapon, so it is useless to use your aura. Using sword intent to kill people is the highest realm for a swordsman! "

Han Chen was confused by his words, he cupped his fists and said, "I am a fool, Clan Elder, please enlighten me."

"There's no need to rush. Sword intent is something that is vast and profound. You need to slowly comprehend it yourself. You only need to remember one thing. With a sword in your hand, it is better to have a sword in your heart. "

With a sword in his palm, how could he possibly have a sword in his heart? Han Chen frowned, his heart becoming even more confused.

blind monk did not explain anything. With his hands behind his back, he walked straight back to the pavilion. First, you have to comprehend the meaning of these words by yourself. Two hours later, I will come out and teach you the Seven Blood Drop Swords. "

"Yes, blind monk Elder."

Han Chen nodded his head, unavoidably feeling confused in his heart. What was a sword in the palm? What was the sword in his heart? Han Chen paced back and forth on the spot and after thinking for a while, he couldn't help but have a headache.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed. Han Chen lowered his head and sat on the ground. A gust of night wind blew past, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground everywhere.

Han Chen focused, suddenly he felt that all the sword moves in his head became extremely chaotic, like they were all messy, like leaves that were drifting everywhere.

Form? Sword intent?

Han Chen suddenly stood up from the ground, excitement written all over his face, "Clan Elder blind monk, I understand, I know what is a sword intent?"

"Tell me about it." A hoarse voice came from inside the house.

"No emphasis on form, no pursuit of gorgeous sword moves. There is only the simplest, the most direct method to kill the enemy, this is called Sword Intent. " Han Chen explained his thoughts.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from within the house.

Han Chen looked at the blind monk with a face full of joy, but the latter remained calm, "You are right, but this is the most basic of sword intent. At the end, there is an even higher realm. Of course, the later realms are not something that can be comprehended overnight. "

"Yes." Han Chen nodded.

"I will now teach you the mantra of the Seven Techniques Blood Drop Sword. These seven techniques are all straightforward and deadly. But to learn it, it's not a small feat. "

"Yes, this student will definitely remember this seriously."

"Good, then we shall begin now. This first stance is called 'Sword Rising Mountain and River'."

blind monk began to explain the secrets of the Seven Styles Blood Drop Sword to Han Chen in detail. This was also the first time in fifteen years that the former had shown such respect to a student.

In the next few days, Han Chen stayed with Qiao Feiyan and his teachers in the various departments during the day. And at night, he would punctually come to the Virtue Pavilion to learn sword skills from the blind monk.

Because blind monk had warned him before, he could not inform anyone about this matter. Therefore, this was a secret in Han Chen's heart.

In the blink of an eye, twenty days had passed.

Han Chen stood in the center of the courtyard, his body straight like a standard. He held the broken sword in his right hand with both of his eyes closed. He could barely feel any trace of energy fluctuations coming from his body.

Suddenly, Han Chen opened his eyes, he raised the broken sword in his hand high up, without any fancy movements, he directly used the simplest posture and slashed towards a big tree. A resplendent glow burst out from the broken sword's body as a golden sword light over ten meters long shot out explosively from the air.

Bang! The large tree was split open from the middle, and a deep gully appeared on the ground.