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Sword intent, what was sword intent?1

This was the most thought about by Cheng Qing these days.

Time flowed by, time was not on everyone's side. Although Cheng Qing was trying to break through, he didn't lose track of time. He knew very well that half a year had already passed.

Would Zhao E, who had been waiting outside the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, be disappointed? Cheng Qing knew very well that the seductress seemed to be indifferent on the surface, but in reality, she was as innocent and simple as a young girl deep within her heart.

He hadn't left Cloud Mist Mountain in half a year. How was An Tian Sect in Liu-Li City? Could it be that the Zhao Family was getting impatient? If Li Family hadn't gone back, would they have scouted the area and found out that Cheng Qing and Zhao E Mei had also entered the secret realm? Would they then have vented their anger on the An Tian Sect?

The An Tian Sect was still very weak. Li Muhao was the only cultivator above the seventh level of the Infinite Realm... Half a year had passed, and Lin Xin's cultivation had also broken through to the seventh level of the Innate realm.

However, that was still not enough. With their cultivation base and the entire Tranquil Sky Sect, they could gain a foothold in the southern part of the city. They could make it so that even the Zhao Family would not dare to rashly touch them.

Wasn't Cheng Qing in a hurry? Cheng Qing was also very anxious. He wished he could pass through this place as soon as possible, leave the Nine Phoenix City, and return to the An Tian Sect as soon as possible. He hoped that everything in the An Tian Sect was fine.

However, there was no use being anxious.

Thus, Cheng Qing convinced himself that he wasn't in a hurry.

"Sword Intent..." Cheng Qing looked at the old man on the stage with a solemn expression.

In fact, in the past few days, during his fights with the old man, his battle skill had improved by another level. Through observing the old man's actions, he was able to see some hints and patterns.

Since he had not trained in the way of the sword for a long time and did not have enough insights into the way of the sword, then observing and learning the white-haired old man meant that he had to quickly improve his shortcuts. It was always true that the stone of his mountain could be used to fight for jade.

With this thought in mind, Cheng Qing no longer pursued the old man to defeat him. Instead, he used this opportunity to constantly observe, learn, reflect, and analyze the battle.

He wanted to understand the old man's sword intent.

If one wanted to walk far on the path of the sword and learn from a master of the path of the sword, not only would they not make mistakes in their direction, but they would also have a reference object and know where to go to.

Cheng Qing once again stood on the high platform. He was not in a hurry, and his heart was as calm as still water.

"… …"

"So this is sword intent."

After he had been knocked off the platform for the 500th time, Cheng Qing lay motionless on the ground. A light flashed through his mind as he suddenly gained insight into the old man's sword intent.

"The swordsman and the sword are not just related to the cultivator and the weapon. The sword itself is a companion of the cultivator, and is intelligent. When the cultivator cultivates the way of the sword, he must communicate with the sword. It may sound profound, but in truth, it is no more than sixteen words. The body and the sword merge, the heart and the intent merge, and with the complete mastery of the art, the human and the sword merge into one. "

Cheng Qing leapt up from the ground. He did not ascend to the platform, but started to brandish his sword.

At this moment, the Heaven Lake Sword in his hand seemed to have gained intelligence, and it was no longer a simple weapon. Sounds of sword cries rose and fell, and sword images flowed with brilliant lights and vibrant colors.

Cheng Qing had finally touched upon the threshold of sword intent.

When he fought with the old man in the future, Cheng Qing's improvement speed was incredibly fast.

Finally, after seven hundred and twenty-five battles, Cheng Qing defeated the white-haired old man on the stage.

At that moment, Cheng Qing, who was standing in the middle of the stage, looked at the empty stage and took a deep breath with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes again, it was as if he was looking at a great river and mountains, and also as if he was looking at thousands of flying swords.

In his hands, the Heaven Lake Sword shone with a blue light for the first time.

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