Chapter 163: The Light on the Sword
That’s it?
Although the orange cat in front of her didn't say anything, Dazhen somehow understood the meaning in its eyes.
The feeling of frustration disappeared in an instant, and a new, intense emotion surged in Daheng's chest.
From the time she went up the mountain as a child until today, she has always been with the sword.
She seemed to be able to read some subtle emotions from these cold steel creations.
The joy you feel when the sword cuts through the sky is a beauty that cannot be shared with others.
Just like dancing alone under the moon, lonely but not lonely, cool but not desolate...
Perhaps it was the vast and deep sea that pulled her out of the dust.
It seemed as if there was an invisible barrier between her and the warmth and coldness of the world.
Even the colorful world inside and outside the mobile phone seems like another country.
She knew and understood clearly that the noise did not belong to her.
Only the chill of the sword's edge is the longest lasting companion.
Therefore, she could understand her own stagnation.
Obviously, she had mastered the sword move to perfection;
Obviously, she had already moved the sword as she wished...
But why, her Qingfeng could never wield that seemingly weak sword energy.
Even if it's just a tiny ray of light...
Dazhen didn't know the reason, and she is still different now.
It just seemed that she felt she no longer needed to think about those questions.
Looking at the orange cat in front of me, it seems as if there is a giant beast hiding within its tiny body.
Dangerous and terrifying, cute and smart...
For the first time, Daheng knew that a life could be encompassed by so many complex concepts.
Now, brother, please let me show you what I have learned!
Dajun closed her eyes, and then the next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes with a calm mind, and once again drew her sword towards the orange cat! The sword was sharp and brisk, and the wooden sword seemed to no longer be a wooden sword, but a new tool.
“Swish!”
The sword light was as dazzling as cold air, but it missed the orange cat by a tiny margin.
It seemed as if the sword's tip was slightly off...
Maybe, just a little bit...
But Dazhen was not discouraged, she already knew that it was not so easy to stab her.
Dahu twisted her slender waist slightly, and used her wrist to turn upwards. The sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then slashed towards the orange cat again!
This is not a killer move in swordsmanship, because the structure of the sword itself means that stabbing is more deadly than chopping.
But just like the cavalrymen's lance charge, it was a gamble of abandoning everything and concentrating strength on one point!
Therefore, it is not suitable for the current battle.
Dazhen changed her moves quickly, and the sword blade that was slashed down diagonally was even faster and sharper.
But just like the previous scene, Dazhen's sword once again missed the orange cat's body by a subtle margin.
At this moment, Dajun inexplicably thought of the words a certain True Lord said to his nephew:
"It must be because you are always almost there when practicing, but always just a little off when it comes to the crucial moment!"
But Dahu felt that her situation seemed different from the other party.
No, is it because my sword is not fast enough?
Dazhen suddenly had some enlightenment in her mind.
Can I go faster?
Maybe it is possible...
But Daheng knew that if she did that she would no longer be able to control her sword moves accurately.
It was an unfamiliar area that she had never set foot in.
For a long time, she was unwilling to let her sword lose control.
Because she knew that even a wooden sword like the one in front of her could still become a deadly weapon in her hands.
She just wanted to swing the sword, but she didn't want to hurt anyone.
Whether it's a human or a cat, a sword that hurts someone is always ominous...
She hated the scarlet color of blood because it was one of the few things in her short life that could cause her pain and anxiety.
Although Dajun's mind was confused, the sword did not stop.
But no matter how exquisite the sword moves are, no matter how clever the changes are.
But the sword's edge always passed straight past the orange cat as if it was covered with butter.
It was as if any change was just a clumsy play in the other party's eyes...
It's like the feeling when you're holding the most arrogant hero in the game, but are still completely beaten by the opponent in the laning phase.
Even though he knew that there was a huge gap in strength between him and the other party.
But as the failures continued to accumulate, it seemed that the confidence in my heart was also lost bit by bit...
It seems that I am not suitable to be a hero...
Is it because my sword skills are wrong?
This is a kind of instinctive self-flagellation, but it does not always bring positive promotion to people...
Slowly, Daheng felt her sword becoming hesitant.
Although she tried her best, the sword moves still deformed in an unstoppable trend...
It was as if something deep and terrifying was draining away her swordsmanship bit by bit...
Is it over just like that?
No!
For the first time, a strong feeling of unwillingness surged in Dazhen's heart.
She just wants to win!
Yes, there is no reason to have so many bells and whistles.
At this moment, she clearly realized the desire to win that she once thought was worthless.
When practicing swordplay, winning or losing doesn't matter...
But now, Daheng's eyes suddenly became firm!
The purpose of practicing sword is to win!
Afterwards, she no longer restrained her sword, and everything began to fall towards the strange realm that she rejected! One sword, and another! The sword that was pushed to the extreme had completely escaped Dajun's control!
She felt like a madman, completely lacking the tranquility of dancing with a sword under the moon!
But it’s always just a little bit short!
Always just a little bit short!
It seemed like something was gradually coming into Daheng's mind!
She felt like she had a fever all over her body!
You're so short of a bastard!
In a rage, Dazhen held the sword and chopped it forward like chopping wood!
There was actually a faint aura lingering on the extremely sharp sword edge!
Then:
“Bang!”
Seeing the wooden sword about to hit him for no apparent reason, the orange cat slapped it aside with one claw!
This is?
Yi Chun narrowed his eyes. He looked at Dajun who suddenly stood there looking at the wooden sword and the subtle changes in her aura.
Seems to know something...
So - this is the sword intention?
Can you control the sword with the purest possible intention, rather than relying on the sword moves in your mind and muscle memory?
However, it seems to be related to each person's state of mind.
Take Taoist Yun for example. The aura he exudes seems to be different from that of Dajun.
Yi Chun, who was not planning to specialize in swordsmanship, quickly extracted the core idea that complimented his three views:
No matter what else, just transform into a flying sword and rush forward!
From this perspective, it is better to give the Moon Owl form more passive talents and skills, so that the mind can be kept pure to a certain extent.
For the sword masters who have already deeply implemented this concept, they can naturally control and attack easily.
But for a half-way person like Yi Chun, simple and pure is obviously more suitable.
What's more, the wild form can only restore its true power when it reaches extremes in its respective field.
"Now, do you know where you are lacking?"
The female Taoist looked at Dazhen who was standing there and spoke slowly.
"Sword moves are to familiarize you with the sword, and the sword is not just for chopping people."
"If the purpose is just to chop people, then why learn sword skills? Wouldn't it be better to use a gun, a knife, or an RPG?"
"Since you're using a sword, you should cut through everything!"
"You can figure it out yourself. Go out. I need to rest..."
Looking at Dazhen's receding figure, the female Taoist slowly shook her head.
When she saw Yi Chun following behind her on the other side, the Taoist woman's eyes became a little confused.
"It actually requires sword intent to hit it. What is the true form of this cat?"
The Taoist woman felt a little confused...
