Collapse of Iron: From the practice of Taixu Sword Qi, the world is unrivaled

three days later.

Lin Mo's practice of "Taixu Zhen Jue" has been on the right track, because he has first practiced the more difficult "Jian Xin Jue" and reached a state of calmness.

In this state, he can completely empty his mind, relax his body, and feel every subtle change inside his body.

Just like what Master Huang Quan said, regard the heaven and earth as your Dantian, transform the body into meridians, gather the original Qi, and supply it to the three flowers on the top of your head!

Of course, he has not yet reached such a high level. He has only temporarily gained the ability of inner vision, feeling the spiritual energy overflowing from the life fruit in his hand being absorbed by the acupoints around his body, and then connected into lines, creating a rain of spiritual energy in the lake of his mind.

It's really hard to describe that feeling of comfort to others.

When he first used the method in "Taixu Zhen Jue" to refine Qi, he was so full from the Life Fruit's excessive spiritual energy that he could not continue to concentrate on practicing. He could only turn to practicing the Twenty-One Sword Styles to digest the excessive spiritual energy in his body.

Except for the three moves that open the sword style which are sealed deep in his memory and cannot be viewed at will, he can practice the remaining eighteen sword styles at will.

After practicing all of them, I found that the difficulty of practicing them varied greatly. However, Master Huang Quan said that there was no difference in the difficulty of practicing the first eighteen moves. I guess it must be because Master was too talented and he could do it at a glance, so of course there was no difference.

But stupid people have stupid ways. His greatest advantage is his patience. Since he cannot accomplish it in one go, he will just be like an ant eating a piece of sugar. He will cut and crush it bit by bit, then move it into the cave and grind it carefully.

Therefore, he first selected the easiest one to master among the three sword styles of defense, transformation and opening, and prepared to break through the surface with a point.

For the sword-guarding posture, he chose the sword posture - Weeping Willow. He stood on one leg, hugged his chest and guarded his heart, put his palms together, and held the posture for ten minutes.

This was the simplest one, but it was also not easy. Even though he was in very good physical condition now and his master had cleansed his meridians and marrow with the mysterious spiritual fruit, but persisting for ten minutes was still beyond his limit.

You must know that when this sword style is mastered, it will be like a willow tree swaying in the wind and will not fall. No matter how powerful the impact is, it will be like it has roots under your feet and will not fall down.

He still needs long-term standing practice!

Compared to [Weeping Willow] which requires basic physical fitness, the first sword-transforming style that Lin Mo learned was [Flying Falcon].

This sword style is all about balance, speed, endurance, and eyesight, all of which can be trained. The practice method in the memory instilled in him by Master Huang Quan is to swing the sword in the air over a waterfall to hit a mythical bird called the Falcon. It has an extremely fast flying speed, and its flight trajectory is erratic, making it difficult to catch. It likes to dive into the waterfall to prey on carp swimming upstream.

Just by looking at a corner of the memory, you can feel the bizarre beauty of a mysterious world!

At this time, Lin Mo had no way to find such a place for practice, but as the saying goes, poor people have their own way of living, he quickly found an alternative version, which was to use branches to hit the falling raindrops.

Although it is less bizarre and changeable than the original Falcon cultivation method, it is already very good that he can find such an alternative method on this desolate planet. He should not ask for too much.

The third sword-opening style is pure attack power. Lin Mo naturally chose the simplest rock breaking. The training method is even simpler and clearer. Use sword energy to pierce a rock. The great success realm is to use one sword to break the rock three feet and three meters, and it runs through the air without cracking. It represents the extremely strong control and penetration power of a wisp of sword energy!

[Yan Po] was not in a hurry to refine his sword energy. He just needed to practice his sword-wielding posture. After all, he had not yet completed the first level [Tai Yi] of the Tai Xu Zhen Jue. If he pursued too much fierce sword energy at this moment, it would damage his meridians and acupoints, which would not be worth the loss.

These past few days, under the guidance of Master Huang Quan...

It took him three days to master the Three Sword Styles. According to Master Huang Quan, he could only be an outer disciple in the immortal sect of her world, which was not much better than a menial disciple.

Da da da……

Along with the sound of footsteps, Huang Quan, dressed in a blue and white robe, slowly walked into the cave. He took a look at Lin Mo's meditative state and saw his current state at a glance.

"That's right, Lin Mo, you have already mastered three sword moves, and your sword form has reached the highest level!"

Lin Mo gathered his energy and returned his energy, slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and said shyly: "Master, I'm still a long way from it!"

Lin Mo looked up at the cave entrance...

The master's face seemed to never smile, and his expression was wooden, but the sadness that almost overflowed from the depths of his eyes made people feel heartbroken.

How many wishes and how many separations and deaths did it take to bring about that sadness that was almost tangible?

Huang Quan looked at the Dead Sea in the distance, glanced at Lin Mo, and then sighed: "Your practice is almost on the right track. You just need that Lingmen kick to connect the Qi and form the first sword Qi in your body. We don't have much time, so let me help you take a step further... Okay?"

Lin Mo felt as if the tone was one of last words, and had a bad feeling in his heart, but given the circumstances, he couldn't refuse and had to agree.

"Come out with me!" Huang Quan said lightly.

Lin Mo nodded anxiously, then followed his master out of Shandong.

Huang Quan looked up to the sky, took out the red umbrella from his waist, slashed at the dark sky from a distance, and said loudly: "The rain curtain will retreat three hundred feet for the time being!"

Just as what is said is true.

The rain moved backwards and upstream, creating a stunning sight!

This heaven-defying act made him excited and full of longing!

A sword opens the sky, this is a scene that only exists in novels, what a fairy!

"The Taixu Sword Qi cannot be cultivated in a peaceful environment. If you want to reach the top, you can try to train yourself in a bloody battle, for example..."

"For example?" Lin Mo repeated.

The next moment, his eyes blurred and his whole body arched like a mantis shrimp, and his back hit the stone wall beside him. The bones in his body suddenly shook like thunder, and his eyeballs popped out with bloodshot in an instant.

"Like...getting beaten!"

Huang Quan's sudden punch almost made him vomit his stomach.

"Are you okay?" Huang Quan's lips curled up with a barely perceptible smile, and he looked at the hunched-over Lin Mo, as if he was looking at a former friend.

"Of course!" Lin Mo wiped the sour water from the corner of his mouth. Not only was he not afraid, but his eyes were filled with fighting spirit as thick as magma.

"Then let's do it again!" Huang Quan was stunned at first, then smiled with relief.

It was just the difference of one pixel at most in the corner of his mouth when he smiled. If he was not completely different now, it would be impossible to see it.

Lin Mo yelled in his heart.

How can a man say he can't do it?

As if to give himself courage, a sense of inexplicable unwillingness arose in Lin Mo's heart. He pounded the ground with his fists, and the earth cracked instantly. He was like an arrow shot out from a bow, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Huang Quan. However, the next second, he flew backwards and fell to the ground even more miserably than the first time, groaning.

Huang Quan's attacks were fast and accurate, and he was well versed in people's weaknesses. He was unable to see his opponent's movements clearly every time, let alone defend himself.

After kicking Lin Mo away, he began to punch him like raindrops. Huang Quan's control over strength was perfect, and every punch only made Lin Mo feel pain without hurting him.

Huang Quan punched non-stop, and each punch hit the opponent's meridian blockage. She had not considered it carefully before. She did not expect that Lin Mo could not digest so much spiritual energy by himself. The spiritual energy of half of the life fruit was trapped in Lin Mo's body by her sword energy, and it was blocked and could not be digested. If this continued, Lin Mo might be turned into a plant by the life fruit.

This time she meant well but ended up doing something bad, so naturally she had to make amends, so Huang Quan did not hold back. With every punch and kick, the spiritual energy that blocked the meridians would be transformed into a misty spiritual source and dispersed throughout the body's acupoints. This way it could be stored and not wasted. At the same time, it could also ensure that Lin Mo's meridians were unobstructed and would not be absorbed by the reverse transformation of the fruit of life.

But the result was that Lin Mo suffered a serious crime. He was able to fight back against the first few punches based on his instinct, but later he was abused unilaterally and was beaten to the point of being somewhat unconscious.

After the last punch landed on Lin Mo's forehead and removed the remaining depression, Huang Quan stopped and took a step back. He originally planned to pick up the little guy and send him back to the cave to rest. However, the next scene made Huang Quan show a rare expression of surprise.

Lin Mo, who was swollen all over and should have been asleep, stretched out his bloody left hand and grabbed her thigh like an unwilling soul in the world.

Huang Quan did not dodge or evade, allowing the pair of warm hands to leave a clear bloody palm print on his thigh.

This time, she smiled with eyes curved and as beautiful as a peach.

Sword intent!

If she was not mistaken, that faint Taixu sword intent could not be fake!

Chi Yuan said that it is possible to cultivate a trace of sword intent without a magic sword. This requires a strong and pure sword heart. After having this trace of sword intent, it will be combined with a magic sword that matches with one's own sword intent. Only in this way can the order of cause and effect not be disrupted!

Huang Quan gently picked up Lin Mo as if she was holding her own child. After arriving at the cave, she knelt down on her knees and placed Lin Mo's head on her knees. The old man said that this would allow Lin Mo to sleep more comfortably. Although she didn't know the principle, she had been doing this for the past few days.

Huang Quan just knelt there, watching the incessant dark rain outside gradually showing signs of stopping. She couldn't help but sigh. It was rare to find a fellow believer, but it seemed that he would die for his cause first!

pity……