"Although I don't know where you learned this kind of sword technique, but the way you use it is really terrible," Mu Cang said, shaking his head.
"Your swordsmanship is just superficial.
It seems that you are just trying your best to imitate it, but you have not understood the true meaning of this swordsmanship."
Mu Cang could see that Lin Xi's use of the sword was not without rules.
Although Lin Xi only used something that was not even superficial, the charm of it made him feel ashamed.
"Here, give me the sword."
Lin Xi handed over the sword without knowing why.
"Whoosh" The heavy sword was swung like a light bamboo stick in Mu Cang's hand.
Suddenly, the sword's edge turned and stabbed straight at Lin Xi.
Lin Xi wanted to dodge instinctively, but he actually felt that he seemed to be locked by this invisible force, as if countless swords were stabbing him from all directions, and even gave him a feeling that he could not avoid no matter what.
Feel.
The sword stopped less than a centimeter in front of his eyes, and a soft wind blew in front of him.
"How does my sword performance compare with yours just now?"
Mu Cang returned the sword to Lin Xi.
"Students are ashamed of themselves."
When Mu Cang drew his sword just now, he only suppressed his strength to the level of a junior warrior.
However, the power of the sword was far more powerful than Lin Xi.
With the heavy sword in his hand, he had a calmness as if he was lifting a weight with ease. and erratic.
"The strength I used just now is not as good as yours, but my sword was enough to kill a senior warrior, and he didn't even have the possibility to dodge.
Do you know why?"
Mu Cang asked.
"Please give me some advice, teacher."
"It's very simple, basic," Mu Cang said lightly.
"It's like a person who has never been exposed to painting trying to copy a masterpiece.
As long as he spends a lot of time, he can roughly draw it."
He emphasized his tone: "But a fake is always a fake.
Anyone with experience can tell it at a glance.
This is the difference between your sword and my sword."
Lin Xi seems to understand a little.
He is now learning Huanjian like a person who has never learned to draw.
He has forcibly passed the learning stage and directly studied the painting of those masters.
The paintings will always be superficial. something, but I don’t know what the deeper meaning is.
"I understand, what I lack is the foundation" Lin Xi suddenly understood.
In the past few years, almost all the weapons he used in the wilderness area were knives.
Although all weapons are similar, they must be used to the point of proficiency, and he has only been exposed to knives for two years.
Not to that level.
Now he suddenly changed his weapon to a sword, and he didn't even have any basic knowledge.
Before learning the phantom sword, he was chopping without any rules and using his strength to kill those beasts that were weaker than him.
Now that he has really come into contact with Kendo, he is indeed a novice who knows nothing.
"Yes, it seems you are not stupid."
Mu Cang smiled with satisfaction.
"From today on, you will start learning the most basic movements of the sword."
"What kind of action is chopping, stabbing and slashing?"
"No, you have to start learning by drawing the sword."
"Ah, do you need to learn how to draw a sword?"
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Lin Xi asked puzzledly.
Even a child who doesn't understand anything can do such a simple action.
"Hmph, do you think it's easy to draw a sword?"
Mu Cang sneered, "Look at it."
He reached out and grabbed it, and a wooden sword that was almost rotten on the ground was sucked into his hand by a force.
Mu Cang slowly put the wooden sword to his waist, put down his body weight and squatted down slightly.
When he held the sword in his right hand, a fierce aura suddenly emanated from his body.
Suddenly, all the pores on Lin Xi's body tightened, as if a sharp sword was aimed at his throat.
Mu Cang did not use his cosmic source power at all, nor did he use the aura that surpassed the God of War.
He was just like an ordinary old man, but his whole person was like a sharp sword that had not yet come out of his body, giving people a feeling of fullness.
A sense of danger.
At the next moment, his hand suddenly moved an inch, and the wooden sword also moved an inch around his waist.
At that moment, a fatal sense of crisis surged into Lin Xi's heart.
Sweat immediately wet his back.
For almost a moment, he felt like he was going to die.
The wooden sword had decayed beyond recognition, and it didn't even have a blade, but it gave him a feeling of inescapability.
As long as Mu Cang pulled it out, he would fall to the ground.
"Pa" Mu Cang casually threw the wooden sword to the ground, and the rotten sword suddenly fell into pieces.
Only then did Lin Xi regain control of his body.
At some point, his hands and feet became a little weak.
"How about it?
Now do you think you still need to learn how to draw a sword?"
He asked with a smile.
Lin Xi nodded dullly.
It turned out that he had not even touched the surface of kendo.
Just the action of drawing a sword was so profound, let alone the actual chopping action used to kill the enemy.
This learning session lasted for a full five hours.
When it came to using swords, Mu Cang was one of the best people on earth, and his few words played a vital role in Lin Xi.
Before leaving, he gave Lin Xi permission to enter here.
In this teaching classroom, there are many things that can help Lin Xi practice swordsmanship, and he only has one request, which is that his treasured wine must not be touched.
Mu Cang told Lin Xi that swordsmanship cannot be learned in just one or two years.
It must be accumulated over time and fought over and over before one can hone a path that suits him best.
Before the next lecture, his requirement was that Lin Xi should at least learn how to draw a sword.
Late at night, when everyone else was sleeping peacefully, Lin Xi was still repeating the same action of drawing the sword in this room.
"No, it feels useless."
Lin Xi's arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them.
Since Mu Cang left, he had made at least tens of thousands of movements to draw his sword, but even his There is no trace of charm.
Suddenly, Shikana emerged from him.
"Master, it's useless for you to practice like this.
Even if you swing it a hundred thousand times a million times, you still look like a fool."
"Then what should I do?
Maybe I can ask the teacher to demonstrate it again and again, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to understand."
Lin Xi said helplessly.
"Master, the reason why the Sword Soul Ladder is called the Sword Soul Ladder, do you think it only has the function of tempering the soul?"
He said mysteriously.
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"What do you mean, the Sword Soul Ladder is also good for practicing swordsmanship?"
Lin Xi asked excitedly.
"Of course" Xikana suddenly jumped into Lin Xi's eyebrows, and the two of them appeared in the snow-white world at the same time.
“Now start imagining what you want to learn,” Schicana said.
Lin Xi glanced at Xicana strangely, but still did as he was told and closed his eyes.
"I want to learn how to truly draw a sword."
Lin Xi thought in her heart.
A moment later, a golden man holding a sword appeared in front of him.
This man had no facial features and only had the appearance of a human.
Suddenly, he squatted down slightly, put the sword on his waist, and slowly put his hand on the hilt.
"This is exactly the same."
Lin Xi looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
Whether it was his expression or movements, he was almost a replica of Mu Cang.
He could even feel that this man's movements were more perfect than Mu Cang's.
Long sword, short sword, soft sword, heavy sword This golden man demonstrated all types of swords.
Just the action of drawing a sword has dozens of ways to change it.
After the demonstration, the golden man stood quietly in front of Lin Xi.
"Can he demonstrate again?"
Lin Xi asked.
"Of course, not only the action of drawing the sword, but also the sword technique, if you want to see it, you can watch it ten thousand times."
"I'll go, you didn't tell me about such a good thing earlier, and I wasted a whole night in vain."
Lin Xi muttered.
The golden figure began to demonstrate over and over again.
Lin Xizai carefully began to imitate his charm and movements from all angles.
Gradually, a faint sword power began to take root and sprout from him: