v3 Chapter 73： Sword and mind

Almost all the choices have changed their faces.

It’s just that some of the spills of force directly shocked Fan Xingling to vomit and vomit blood. In the unfinished rough swords of Lushan Jianzong, there is such a terrible force!

At this moment in their perception, this rough black sword is like a giant with a hand-burning red hammer, and the horrible power will be shocked through the sword tire at any time!

Fan Xingling held a few steps in the hands of the lacquered black sword. The whole body swayed from the shock. The impact from the heart was more influential than the injury in the body. His face was pale and completely bloodless.

"why?"

Looking at Fan Xingling, who is not far from the front, Nangong’s unbelievable voice.

Her question at this time also represents the question of many people in the field.

These people all felt that Fan Xingling used the same method as Ding Ning, but they did not understand why Ding Ning had passed, and Fan Xingling was shocked and vomited by this black sword.

"The heart and the sword go with him, and he can't reach the sword."

When he heard the whisper of Nangong’s pick, Zhang Yi turned to her and Xie Changsheng and others whispered this sentence.

His look is very solemn.

Because Ding Ning has already passed the black sword, he has to keep up.

After saying this sentence, he moved, bypassing Fan Xingling, and went to the black sword.

He took a deep breath and took out the sword.

There was a shock.

The surface of the black sword tire becomes bright.

A hot red glow glows through the rough pits.

Then for the next moment, nothing happened.

Zhang Yi, who took the sword, walked past the black sword.

The scene was dead again.

Zhang Yi has become the second candidate to pass the exam.

There was a strange light in the eyes of Nangong Cai.

Hearts and swords follow, and the heart can't reach the sword. Zhang Yi said that this sentence is too simple, she is still difficult to understand, but Zhang Yi's sword at this time, but she also thoroughly understand.

"It must be very fast and very precise. This silky sword is like a sly and fast poisonous snake. Our sword must be accurately stabbed in front of its head in the moment of falling, let it hit itself, too fast or too slow. No."

She solemnly whispered this sentence to Xie Changsheng and others on the side, and then moved to the black sword.

Another burst of noise sounded.

The Nangong picks passed by the black sword and became the third selected student.

"What do you mean, what is too fast or too slow?"

Xie Changsheng's face is a bit ugly.

He also has some feelings, but obviously he is not as clear as Nangong.

"The arrangement of this sword and the whole sword is very unique. It seems that we must just fall at that point, so that this sword is just hitting our swordsmanship, and it will not arouse the inside of the sword." power."

Sinking and looking at Xie Changsheng, he whispered: "The sword is too early. If it is directly in contact with the sword, or if the sword is too late, there is too much distance between the sword and the sword. Under the impact, it will not be possible. Passing. The sword that Zhang Yi’s brother said before, the meaning of the heart to the sword should be that the heart must be sent to the sword... After all, perception and shooting are two things.”

Under the analysis of Zhang Yi, Nan Gong Cai and Shen Yu, Xie Changsheng has also thoroughly understood, but Shen Hao himself still feels a little worried.

After all, Xie Changsheng has never liked him very much.

If his understanding is not completely correct, and Xie Changsheng also misunderstood, then Xie Changsheng certainly does not like him.

So he decided to try it first.

So he immediately went up and went to the black sword.

He used three breathing time adjustments and then took out the sword.

There was a thunder.

"Brother!"

Then he gave a surprise scream, and when the shouts came into the ears of everyone, he had crossed the black sword and chased Ding Ning and Zhang Yi in front.

The field was silent again.

The three teenagers in White Sheep Cave have all passed.

Xie Changsheng walked up with a cold face.

He has not been able to afford to sink, but the performance of Shen Yu seems to be much stronger than him. His heart is naturally unhappy.

A crack in the sound of "嗤".

A sword gas shot from his hand, splitting the dry air, and hitting the black sword tire straight.

The sound of a ringing sound like a bell ringing again.

Everyone thought that Xie Changsheng would pass as smoothly as Ding Ning and others.

What everyone did not expect, however, was that the black sword had made the same roar.

"puff…"

Xie Changsheng's body suddenly became stiff. He seemed to want to stand still, but he couldn't hold on. The whole body swayed backwards. At the same time, the upper body leaned back and only fell to the ground.

At the same time, a scarlet of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Seeing this blood spurting out, all the talents reacted and Xie Changsheng failed. However, what everyone did not think was that Xie Changsheng, who spewed out a blood, sighed, "I don't believe it!"

There was hardly any stop, and he was stabbed again with a sword.

There was a shock.

The black sword was resounding in the womb, and the power was overflowing.

Xie Changsheng retired and spit a blood.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing such a scene, Xierou's face became more white than Xie Changsheng, and made a big drink.

"leave me alone!"

However, Xie Changsheng became more and more angry and angry, and once again turned to the black sword and stabbed the sword.

The sword tire re-shocked.

Xie Changsheng vomited blood again.

Many of the students were frowning deeply. In their view, Xie Changsheng’s move was no different from suicide.

However, Xie Changsheng has not stopped. He seems to be completely unconcerned about his injuries becoming more and more serious. He wants to spit out all the blood in his body.

He shot the sword again.

Xie soft Xu Heshan can no longer remain calm, two people flying and plucking.

However, at this time, when there was a shock, Xie Changsheng, who had another sword, did not retreat.

His body swayed and then walked past the black sword.

Xie soft Xu Heshan lived.

The eyes of all the candidates in the rear are stagnation.

"Not yet let Xiao Ye come over."

Xie Changsheng did not turn around, he vomited his blood, and everyone heard his words.

All the candidates behind him were silent.

When I entered the Sapphire Hill Gate, many people heard his words. They were somewhat shameful for him to exchange a lot of money for the rich man who participated in the qualification of the Shaoshan Sword Club. He naturally attributed him to first-class, but Xie Changsheng At the beginning of the sword, watching him out of the sword, most of the students have already known that his sword skills may be more than a lot of people present.

Plus, at the moment, although he has had a hard time, he has passed.

Many people consciously have no courage to pass this way.

The most important thing is that many people may not pass this pass.

The swordsmanship is probably what Zhang Yi saw in a certain book of Baiyang Cave. In this case, the more appropriate description in the practice circle is the unity of sword and meaning.

It is the sword to arrive, and when the mind arrives, the sword has also fallen.

Of course, the mind is faster than the movements of the hands, feet and swords. Therefore, to achieve the sword, it is often the sword to move first, and the sword is in the first place.

Therefore, the expression in the practice books is not called the combination of the sword and the sword, but the sword and the sword.

Let the sword care about the first thing, it is about the subtle aspects of perception and advance judgment, the precise use of sword skills and proficiency.

It is hard to realize all the truths in it, and it is even harder to be able to achieve the unity of swords, or to be close to the sword.

Xie Changsheng has no such realm in swordsmanship.

He can't do it, but he wants to pass this, so he used this method of trying hard and trying again and again.

However, many people on the scene may not have his realm, or he is more brilliant than him.

So this concern will have many people staying.

Starting from this black sword, the Lushan Swords Club will eliminate a batch of selected students.

As more and more people want to understand this, the atmosphere between the venues becomes more depressed and cold.

There was no interval, and a tall girl stood in front of the black sword and then took out the sword.

There was a shock.

The girl walked forward and crossed the black sword.

Almost all the students who have chosen this tall girl are Xie Changsheng’s sister Xie Rou.

Before a while, most of them thought that Xie Rou was afraid to rely on the wealth of the family to buy the qualification to participate in the Lushan Sword Club.

However, now they know that they are wrong.

The eldest daughter of Xie’s family, at least in repairing, is better than Xie Changsheng.

"I am going one step ahead."

After the passage of Xie Rou, He Chaoxi said this to the Xu Heshan beheading beside him.

Another shock was struck on the hearts of all the chosen students.

Just like the usual footsteps of chasing the front door, He Chaoxi walked easily through the black sword tire, and many people did not even see his sword.

Xu Heshan went on.

He did not do countless basic exercises like He Chaoxi. In this respect, he has already grasped the extremes. Therefore, he is very cautious. He stayed in front of the swordsman for a few dozen years before he stabbed a sword smoothly.

In the midst of a shock, no accidents occurred.

Xu Heshan also passed.

He and the former Ding Ning and others originally became a small team. The rest of the students chose not to be too close to them. At this moment, all of their small teams passed, and the black sword had an empty space in front of it, just like a Suddenly, someone took a scoop of water in the basin, but the water flow elsewhere did not flow for a while, giving people a very strange feeling.

After the time of the interest rate, a burst of sobbing broke the silence of the field.

One consciously does not have any hope of passing through this election to think about the contributions of these years, feeling the gap between themselves and those around them, sadly from the heart, could not help but cover their faces and cried.

(Going home for the New Year...so it took a little time, this chapter came later, then I continued to code, I hope there will be more later in the evening)

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