The ten Divine Princes had gathered in the Hidden Gate Palace. This was the first time they were all sitting together to talk about swordsmanship.
Guan Lin had also asked people to prepare a lot of food and wine. They ate and drank as they talked. Guan Lin had a great tolerance for alcohol and was not shy like a little girl. She was very forthright, generous, and bold. She had the demeanor of a big sister.
Among the ten Divine Princes, the first Divine Prince, Guan Lin, was the first to achieve nirvana. Her aura was more profound and majestic than the other nine Divine Princes. Her understanding of nirvana was also above the others. However, different people had different experiences when they achieved nirvana. Therefore, their understanding of nirvana would be more profound as they communicated with each other.
Brainstorming was a win-win situation.
In addition to exchanging their understanding of nirvana, some of them would also practice sword techniques from time to time. Sword techniques were not specific sword techniques or sword moves. Instead, they demonstrated their understanding of sword techniques with the sword in their hands. The moves were not fixed and even looked a little casual.
If a swordsman who was not proficient in sword techniques saw it, he would not be able to see anything at all. He would even think that it was a child's scribble without any order. However, in the eyes of a swordsman who was proficient in sword techniques, he could see the charm in it. It was a sword technique that went straight to the essence.
Every Divine Prince had mastered the essence of sword techniques and sword energy. Their understanding of sword techniques was far beyond that of ordinary swordsmen.
They practiced sword techniques one by one without any order.
Guan Lin drank the wine in her cup in one gulp and stood up. This was the first time Chu Mu saw her stand up. Under the long robe was a pair of beautiful legs. Her figure was indeed very tall, and her height was not inferior to the other Divine Sons.
Guan Lin's long robe was also very unique. It was a dark green robe for women. It perfectly set off Guan Lin's healthy and tall figure.
She lifted her foot and a green shadow flashed. Guan Lin appeared in the center of the Hidden Gate Palace. There was enough space to perform sword techniques.
With a wave of her slender hand, a sword that was stuck in the wall of the Hidden Gate Palace suddenly flew out of its sheath and into her hand.
As soon as the sword was in her hand, Guan Lin's aura suddenly changed. It was sharp and the smell of war spread out. Her black hair fluttered without wind. Her aura was piercingly cold and kept rising.
The moment the sword slashed out, it was direct and direct. It was as if it could cleave a mountain, and even the Heavens and Earth were about to be sliced apart by this sword.
They were majestic and straightforward, as if they were charging into the enemy's ranks. Chu Mu's eyes lit up. It was as if he saw an invincible divine army, unstoppable and unstoppable. They would crush all enemies and shatter all obstacles as they descended upon the world.
All of a sudden, the Divine Princes felt as if they were on a yellow sand battlefield, with blood splashing everywhere.
With the final slash of the sword, all of the accumulated momentum was completely unleashed. Blood and sand filled the air, and dust billowed. Everyone's hair stood on end, as if they were facing an army of thousands of men and horses alone.
There was nothing special about Guan Lin's swordsmanship at all. It was straightforward, but it contained Guan Lin's understanding of swordsmanship and the essence of her Way of the Sword.
Hundreds of battles in the yellow sand, tragic, indomitable, unstoppable, unstoppable …
He sheathed his sword and stood there. All of the tragic aura vanished like smoke in thin air, as if it was just an illusion.
With a gentle wave of her hand, the sword flew up and returned to its scabbard. A green shadow flickered, and Guan Lin returned to her seat.
"An army of thousands of men and horses. Such a powerful aura. Big Sister is indeed from a family of generals." Tuoba Zhan clapped his hands. Chu Mu only knew that Guan Lin was from a family of generals. That was why she had such boldness.
All of the Divine Princes expressed their opinions. They were not flattering, but truly expressing their opinions and communicating with each other.
"Tenth Brother, it's your turn now." After expressing their opinions, they turned to Chu Mu. Among the ten Divine Princes, there were still a few who had not shown their swordsmanship, and Chu Mu was one of them.
Chu Mu smiled slightly. Without any pretense, he appeared in the center of the Hall of Entrances in a flash, and an upper-grade Saint Sword appeared in his hand.
There was no need to use Sword Will and Sword Origin to practice swordsmanship. An upper-grade Saint Sword was enough.
With the sword in his hand, his aura condensed. It was as if wind blew, clouds gathered, and lightning flashed. When the sword was drawn, it was as if it pierced through the void. When it was drawn, it was as if it was cutting through rivers. When it was cut, it was as if it was cutting through mountains. When it was pointed, it was as if it was shattering the stars. When it was pointed, it was as if it was a pillar to the sky.
When it was drawn back and the sword was sheathed, everything in the world, including the sun, the moon, and the stars, all returned to one, and then … disappeared.
Carefree and incisive. This was Chu Mu's complete display of his comprehension and control of sword techniques after undergoing nirvana.
The same understanding and mastery, but the difference between before and after Nirvana was completely different.
When the sword was sheathed, Chu Mu did not move. He was in an epiphany. The other nine Divine Princes were immersed in shock, unable to extricate themselves.
It was silent in the Hall of Entrances. Even breathing could not be heard.
After a while, Chu Mu woke up. His eyes were clearer, and his understanding of swordsmanship had improved. He felt that it would not be long before he could raise his swordsmanship from level three to level four.
The other Divine Princes also woke up.
"After seeing Tenth Brother's swordsmanship, I will never show my swordsmanship again." Lin Yiming sighed. His slightly exaggerated statement immediately resonated with the other Divine Princes, who nodded in support.
Guan Lin looked at Chu Mu deeply. There was amazement in the depths of her eyes.
"I've long heard that Tenth Brother's talent is unparalleled. I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so amazing as well," Guan Lin praised.
Everyone's words were 70% sincere and 30% flattering. Chu Mu was not embarrassed. Indeed, among the swordsmanship that he had shown just now, he was the most profound.
"After seeing Tenth Brother's swordsmanship, I feel that there is no need for me to show it." Murong Chengfeng smiled bitterly, which caused a burst of laughter. However, Murong Chengfeng still got up. His body seemed to be carried by a gust of wind. He came to the center of the Hall of Entrances, stood still, and raised his hand to draw his sword.
The green Sword Light flashed, leaving a trace in the air and slowly dissipating. Murong Chengfeng seemed to have a smile on his face. He drew his sword casually.
Murong Chengfeng's figure moved along with the sword. It was as if his body had become weightless. He and the sword had become one. His will and the sword were there. The sword moved gracefully like a gentle breeze. It was a perfect demonstration of the mysteries of the wind.
Murong Chengfeng was most proficient in the power of wind. His wind rule had already reached the Minute Subtlety level and had even reached the peak of the Minute Subtlety level. In this aspect, he was better than Chu Mu. His usage of the power of wind was also much better than Chu Mu.
In terms of overall talent and potential, Chu Mu was better than Murong Chengfeng. He was also better than anyone present. However, Chu Mu was not omnipotent. In some aspects, he could not be compared with others. Therefore, Chu Mu observed Murong Chengfeng's swordsmanship very seriously. He tried to absorb the essence of his swordsmanship and integrate it into his own swordsmanship to improve his own attainments.
Murong Chengfeng's usage of the power of the wind was unique and profound. Chu Mu would not let it go. He observed it carefully, verified it, and improved himself.
The essence of Murong Chengfeng's swordsmanship revolved around the power of the wind. It was light and sharp.
Not long after, Murong Chengfeng finished demonstrating his swordsmanship. Everyone felt that they had learned something. After a round of discussion, the last person went up to demonstrate his own swordsmanship.
Tuoba Zhan's sword was different from ordinary swords. The blade was as wide as a palm. It looked very heavy. Ordinary swordsmen would not be able to wield it.
The heavy sword was swung with great force. It was as if a mountain was pressing down, but also as if a sword could shatter a mountain. The air was stagnant, almost suffocating.
Tuoba Zhan was also a dual cultivator, but he was different from Chu Mu. Tuoba Zhan was more focused on the path of body refinement, and on the path of qi refinement, he was only a support. Even so, his fighting strength was stronger than a single cultivator of the same level.
It could be said that among the God's Sons, excluding Guan Lin and Chu Mu, Tuoba Zhan was the strongest. The current Chu Mu might not be able to defeat him. After all, Tuoba Zhan had been a God's Son for quite some time. Under such an environment, his accumulation of experience would surpass Chu Mu's.
Tuoba Zhan's swordsmanship was bold and open. It was similar to Guan Lin's. However, Guan Lin's swordsmanship was more like a battlefield tearing and killing. Tuoba Zhan's swordsmanship was more domineering and crushing.
Tuoba Zhan had his own unique way of using his own power. This was something that Chu Mu could not compare with. Chu Mu watched more attentively. He memorized every detail and tried his best to absorb it.
Tuoba Zhan was the last to demonstrate his swordsmanship. It was very exciting. However, the crowd still felt that it was not enough. They had seen Chu Mu's swordsmanship.
"If I had known, I would have let Tenth Brother demonstrate his swordsmanship last." The God's Son who had suggested Chu Mu to demonstrate his swordsmanship said regretfully. If it had been someone else who had said that, Tuoba Zhan, Murong Chengfeng and the rest would have been displeased. However, the God's Sons had known each other for a long time. When they spoke to each other, other than not touching the bottom line, they were more casual.
"I suggest that Tenth Brother demonstrate his swordsmanship again." Tuoba Zhan roared. His loud voice immediately gained the support of the crowd.
In response to the crowd's request, Chu Mu did not reject. He had learned something from watching the other God's swordsmanship. After absorbing it, he also wanted to know if his own swordsmanship had improved.
He unsheathed his sword and slashed out. Instantly, everyone's eyes lit up. They could not take their eyes off him.
Chu Mu integrated everything he had learned into his own swordsmanship. After a while, the swordsmanship was finished. The crowd was still immersed in the excitement.
"I realized that Tenth Brother's swordsmanship seems to have improved again."
"This is too demonic. How are we going to live?"
"Tenth Brother, hurry up and teach us the secret. How did you practice your swordsmanship?"
If they really wanted to teach him, they could not teach him anything. The comprehension of swordsmanship was purely dependent on one's comprehension. It was the kind of comprehension that could only be understood and not explained.
"Tenth Brother, you haven't learned any Heaven Tier swordsmanship, right? Go to the Sword Arts Hall and pick a Heaven Tier swordsmanship. By then, your strength would be comparable to Big Sister's."
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