This sentence made Shen Zhongshan even angrier.
"Pretending to be mysterious, deliberately mystifying!"
Shen Zhongshan's swordsmanship was very honest. Breathing in and out the sword in the abdomen seemed inconceivable to others, but in fact, it was just cultivating a breath of innate vitality and turning it into sharp sword qi. It was hidden in the abdomen, and as soon as it opened its mouth, it could kill.
He had always thought that the beauty of swordsmanship was that it was faster and stronger.
If someone talked about swordsmanship with him, he would scoff.
It was like this three hundred years ago, not to mention a junior three hundred years later.
Shen Zhongshan's impression of Shen Zhenyi worsened.
He snorted heavily and sneered: "The level of swordsmanship can only be determined by fighting. Since you think that the world is your sword, do you dare to fight me here? "
The original script was not like this …
Shen Zhongshan also wanted to have a good talk with this junior who had his own bloodline. This person was extremely talented, and if they could talk, he might be the best candidate to inherit the twelve sword towers.
However, the other party was not polite, and he did not have a good temper either.
— — When two swordsmen met, they still had to talk with their swords.
Shen Zhenyi did not care. He glanced at Shen Zhongshan and asked indifferently: "Then where is Sect Master's sword?"
Shen Zhongshan replied proudly: "My sword is in my abdomen."
Breathing in and out the sword in the abdomen was almost the peak of sword qi cultivation in the world of eight cultivators. Shen Zhongshan used this to dominate the world, and everyone knew about it.
Shen Zhenyi shook his head: "Swallowing a breath of sword qi into the abdomen will cause damage to the internal organs. Even if it has unpredictable power, it will cause great harm to the body. If you want to hurt others, you have to hurt yourself first. This is probably the reason why Sect Master has not fought with others for three hundred years, right? "
He looked at Shen Zhongshan for a while and said: "Sect Master's sword qi has reached a state where it is like gold and iron. The sharp metal qi is soaring to the sky. Now that his liver and kidneys are injured the most, he has to fight for an incense stick's time limit. I cannot take advantage of him."
The more Shen Zhongshan listened, the more frightened he became. His whole body trembled, and for a moment, he was stunned and could not speak.
— — What Shen Zhenyi said was actually correct!
In the past three hundred years, the number of times Shen Zhongshan had acted could be counted on one hand.
Of course, this was also because the reputation of the Twelve Sword Towers was too resounding. There were many things that didn't require him, the Sect Master, to do. If he really wanted to attack, he could only use his full strength for about thirty minutes. After that, his liver and kidneys would be in so much pain that it would be difficult to maintain.
He had searched through all the ancient records, but he still couldn't find the reason. He had also suspected that this was because of the sword in the abdomen when he practiced the breathing technique, but since his ancestors did not have this problem, he was even more confused.
Now that Shen Zhenyi had pointed it out, he couldn't help but ask in astonishment, "Could it be … that I was wrong?"
He did not dare to doubt the Tower Climbing Technique that had been passed down from his ancestors, so he could only doubt himself.
Shen Zhenyi shook his head. "That's not the case. It's just that the past generations of the Shen family probably never had such a pure sword aura like yours. They've never trained the sword in the abdomen to such an extent. "
He had overdone it.
It was beyond the knowledge of the Tower Climbing Technique.
Shen Zhongshan's talent was also very high. When he was young, he encountered many fortuitous encounters. His true qi was incomparably pure, so he was able to train his sword aura to the "tangible" realm. This was the level of the sword in the abdomen that no one had ever reached before.
It was also because of this that he hurt himself.
After Shen Zhenyi's explanation, Shen Zhongshan was depressed. "Could it be that it's not possible to train high martial arts?"
When he was young, he was proud of his vigorous true qi. When he was middle-aged, he looked down on the world with his sharp sword aura. Now someone was actually telling him that this was the reason why he worked so hard?
Shen Zhenyi shook his head again. "That's not the case. It's just that although the Tower Climbing Technique is mysterious, in the end it has its limits. It's impossible to list all the sword techniques, especially when it reaches a profound level. Each person's cultivation is different, so how can it be consistent?"
This was also the reason why he valued the Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture more than the Ascension Technique, which had a higher level of strength.
The twelve sword towers' founder's ambition was too big. He gathered all the famous swordsmen in the world, wanting to create a sword technique that encompassed both Yin and Yang. But there was a limit to one's strength and vision. Although the Tower Climbing Technique had many kinds of cultivation methods, there was an obvious flaw in the profound level.
After saying this, Shen Zhongshan was not satisfied. He sneered and said, "Even so, in the world of martial arts, who has the deepest understanding of sword aura, other than my twelve sword towers' sword in the abdomen, what else is there?"
In the past three hundred years, in order to study sword aura, he had also learned from hundreds of schools. But no matter which school's sword aura training method and control, it was not as good as his sword in the abdomen. For this reason, he was quite proud.
If there was no more outstanding sword aura training method, then maybe this was the limit of a person?
Shen Zhenyi smiled and said, "That may not be so."
Shen Zhongshan was a big shot, but in the end, he was still a frog at the bottom of the well. He could not see the vast ocean in the distance.
Shen Zhenyi casually waved his hand, and with a 'chi' sound, the table in front of him was cut into two halves and fell to the ground.
Shen Zhongshan was shocked. He went forward to check and saw that the cut was as smooth as a mirror. He could not help but be shocked.
The formless sword aura was so sharp, he had never seen it before.
"This is … …"
Shen Zhongshan hesitantly raised his head and looked at Shen Zhenyi. His eyes revealed the meaning of asking for guidance.
Shen Zhenyi nodded and said, "This is the Sword Aura of Slaughter. It only seeks to kill, it is incomparably sharp. How is it compared to the sovereign's sword aura?"
Shen Zhongshan was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, "It is not on par."
Shen Zhenyi smiled and lightly waved his hand. The fallen half table strangely bounced a few times and turned into dust.
"This Nirvana Sword Aura of Slaughter is formless. How is it compared to the sovereign's sword aura?"
Shen Zhongshan was dumbfounded. He originally thought that the Sword Aura of Slaughter that Shen Zhenyi had just displayed was his fundamental technique. That was why it was similar to the Sword Aura of Slaughter in the Abdomen. He did not expect Shen Zhenyi to display another sword aura at any time. It seemed that the power was about the same … …
How did he practice this sword aura technique?
Shen Zhenyi continued to display. With a light stomp of his foot, a loud bang was heard. A crack started from the tip of his foot and spread to the wall. It was a few feet deep.
"This is the Sword Aura of Slaughter. It is mighty and strong. What does the sovereign think?"
In the blink of an eye, he had consecutively changed three types of mystical sword aura. They were completely different, but he was able to switch between them with ease.
Shen Zhongshan was dumbfounded and prostrated himself on the ground.
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