Suddenly, he felt that the air around him was frozen, as if the air was mixed with countless honey.

These sword marks no longer had any vitality, but it still made his breathing difficult.

He already understood that the five sword sutras given to him by Gu Liren were not as simple as he thought, but it was obvious that many of the sword moves in these sword marks gave him a more mysterious, changeable and powerful feeling.

The most important thing is that these sword scriptures are like telling a person how to draw, while these sword marks are like finished products drawn by an extremely skilled painter, one by one.

The oppression he suffered came more from the realm of these people who left sword marks.

Because those people are too strong, at least for him at this time, he feels such strong pressure.

In fact, most practitioners in the world probably wouldn’t feel the pressure they were under here.

Because few people can understand these sword marks.

Gu Liren had no mistake in his judgment of him, and Wang Jingmeng's talent in this regard was even better than him.

Ordinary people see paintings, and they can't see the pen tip and color adjustment inside at all. However, when they see such paintings, they seem to directly see the entire process of the painter's painting.

He was fascinated.

It's a shocking fascination.

Even if countless sword scriptures were placed in front of him and piled up around him, they could not compare with countless sword masters who drew swords around him.

These sword marks do come from many people, not from a few people.

The broadness of the sword edge, the runes on the sword, the means of swords, and the way of exerting force... all of these allow him to draw such a conclusion with certainty.

He stood motionless, looking at him with a sword mark and a sword mark, slowly roughly inferring the direction of the swords in his heart, guessing how long and wide it was, and then inferring the runes on the swords and swords, and the true energy of those practitioners flowing on the swords and what kind of sword energy is radiating out.

As time passed, the sky gradually became brighter but he didn't notice it.

There is no heaven and earth in his eyes, only the heaven and earth when these sword marks are left.

He first saw a lot of people siege.

Many people attacked from all directions and besieged the practitioner he was in.

Most of the sword marks come from the hands of these sword masters.

The sword intent of these sword marks is like the position he was standing at this time, while the sword intent that was fighting out all comes from the same sword and from the same person.

His intuition was correct at the first time.

These sword masters and the swords in their hands are like a huge cage, wanting to trap and kill the man in the cage.

He is unknown to the final result.

But how powerful is it to be able to face dozens or even hundreds of such powerful sword masters alone and to fight back?

His body trembled slightly, feeling unimaginable.

He has always been a very calm person.

But the pressure and shock he suffered here took him a long time to completely calm down.

There are no absolutely brilliant or low-level sword moves, only whether they are used at the right time, and only those who use sword moves are strong or weak.

This is the education given to him by Gu Liren, and he also feels that.

So he did not only look at the sword moves of the most powerful besieged, but instead started from simple to traditional, starting from the simplest and easiest sword marks he inferred most.

He originally brought a lot of dry food, but he felt it was not enough.

So he picked a lot of wild fruits, took some clear water and came back, and then sat down in the cage made of countless sword marks, quietly starting to look at each sword mark.

He first saw how each sword attacked, and then thought in his mind that if it was him, he would use what sword move to break and what sword move to fight back.

The people in this cage were facing many swords at the same time, but in his world at this time, they were fighting against the people who attacked the past one after another.

Fighting with these ancient people from many years ago one after another.

He fought with the ancients who were not real in his mind. Through the direction of the sword mark, he judged the position of the sword energy emitted by the sword, and then imagined the angle of the sword stabbing in the air. Then he followed the posture of the true energy walking on the sword and what kind of runes bloomed.

Through the height and angle of the sword, for a while, he even imagined in his mind what the person holding the sword was roughly like, tall, fat and thin... Except for his unimaginable appearance, he faintly showed his outlines.

This is something that is unimaginable for most practitioners in the world. Even a person like Yu Zuochi cannot imagine, but this is a very painful thing after all.

Every time he thought of this sword and then came up with a way to break it in his mind, he would take a long time to spend a lot of time resting, and then concentrate on thinking about the next sword.

It is as short as half an hour, and it is as many as several hours.

It’s just like looking at the scenery. If you can see it clearly, the person you like will often be full of joy and forget the passage of time.

For Wang Jingmeng, the practice of practice is like a brand new world. Each sword move left by these ancient people is extremely wonderful, and it is a wonderful scenery that cannot be described in words.

He was insane.

For a long time, he even forgot the difference between night and day, and sometimes he even talked to these ancient people who only existed in his imagination.

"Why is this happening?"

"Why did you use this sword to draw the sword in this way?"

"Wouldn't it be better if this sword was gone like this?"

"If I use such a sword move to break your sword, what kind of sword move will you use to fight back next?"

“So that’s what it is…”

...

Sometimes the so-called asceticism is just a pain outsider. He stays in the depths of this stone forest where snakes and insects appear for more than ten days without going. It seems that he should be very lonely, but he seems to be talking to many different people every day, and there is no loneliness at all.

He didn't eat much and didn't change his clothes. He consumed his energy hard for more than ten consecutive days, so he naturally seemed a little haggard. However, when he figured out the walking of each sword of these people and the sword intent of each sword, the true energy in his body was unconsciously thinking about walking. As he wandered, the energy of heaven and earth naturally flowed into his meridians.

He focused on the sword intent, but the flow of true energy in his body seemed to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth through different methods of the ancients. His true energy cultivation grew rapidly inadvertently.

Although his face became thinner, his pupils became brighter, just like sword lights flowing out from the depths of his pupils.

After more than ten days, he saw almost all the sword marks forming cages, and he had almost the same talk with the ancients who had set out to siege their swords. He began to contact the sword intent that was fighting out.

All the sword intents that fight back from the outside come from the same person.

The man was standing at the place where he was staying at this time.

But Wang Jingmeng did not imagine himself as that person, because he could not be as powerful as that person.

Just when he saw this man's first sword intent begin, he was deeply shocked.

Even though he had seen countless swords, those swords were extremely powerful to him, but when he started to look at this man's sword, he was still so shocked that he could not breathe.

The man's sword intent was straight forward, looking endlessly, as if a sea was formed in the distance, but it gave him a stronger feeling, but it was like a pair of scissors that cut everything.
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