Zhao Clan Martial Hall in the early morning was shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
Jiang Fa pushed open the door of the wing, took a deep breath of the crisp air, and felt a slight cooling sensation in his lungs.
After practicing all night,
There is still residual warmth between the internal organs after the Qi and blood have been warmed and nourished, as if the internal organs are wrapped in a layer of warm hot towel.
He moved his joints a few times, and the joints made a fine crisp sound. His energy and spirit were restored to their peak.
He only slept for two hours last night, but for him now, two hours of deep trance is enough for an ordinary person to sleep for a whole night.
He walked along the bluestone slab towards the martial arts arena and met several inner courtyard disciples along the way.
When those people saw him from a distance, they quickly stepped aside to the side of the road, bowed their heads and cupped their hands, calling "Senior Brother Jiang" in their mouths, their eyes full of awe.
Jiang Fa saw Xie Tan's figure among those people, seemed to feel his gaze, and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
Jiang Fa doesn't take it seriously,
He just nodded slightly to the other people and kept walking.
There were not many people in the martial arts arena.
Jiang Fa found a deserted corner and took off the ghost head knife from behind.
He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and he had already gone through the general outline of the opening chapter of "The Storming Waves" in his mind.
"The force is generated in an instant, and the waves are repeated one after another. The force in the front is not exhausted but the force in the back has been generated."
He slowly opened his eyes and grasped the handle of the knife with both hands.
The first cut.
According to the method of energy movement contained in the secret book, he merged the An Jin in the Dantian into the meridians of his right arm, and poured it into the blade along the movement route.
The blade struck out, and a dull explosion sounded in the air, like a stick hitting a sandbag.
No.
He frowned, recalling the feeling of the knife just now.
The energy was indeed poured into the blade, but it was released immediately after the strike, leaving no remaining energy in the sword's power.
"Leave three points of strength in the sword's power..."
He repeated these words in a low voice and drew the knife again.
For the second time, he deliberately slowed down the speed of the sword, trying to hold back the force when the blade reached the end, and only released seven points.
The blade drew an arc, and the force stagnated slightly at the end, as if the rushing stream suddenly hit a stone, splashing a few drops of water and then scattered.
Still not right.
The remaining three points of energy did not "retain" at all, but simply dissipated.
He stood there, holding the knife and thinking for a long time.
"Liu Jin... Liu Jin... What does it mean to stay?"
He suddenly remembered the scene when he was watching fishermen casting their nets by the Yellow Earth Town river.
When the fisherman collects the net, he should always hold it three-thirds of the way in his hands, leaving room for the net rope in his palm, and then close it when the fish struggles.
To stay does not mean to stop, but to save.
He opened his eyes suddenly and struck out with the third knife.
This time, he did not deliberately withdraw his strength. Instead, when he had poured in nine points of strength, he turned his wrist and changed direction in advance, allowing the remaining strength to "circle" around the blade along with the aftertaste of the sword's force.
Wherever the blade passed, the air made a very light "buzzing" sound.
Done?
He calmed down and the panel appeared.
[Shocking Waves (Middle Grade Xuan Grade)·Entry (1/1000)]
Sure enough.
Although it has only made a little progress, it is in the right direction.
He took a deep breath and drew the knife again.
The fourth knife, the fifth knife, the sixth knife...
He struck one blow after another, trying to combine the remaining energy with the new force with each strike.
At first, nine out of ten sword attempts failed, and the remaining energy always dissipated too quickly.
By the twentieth blow, the number of successes gradually increased, and almost one out of every three blows was able to retain the remaining energy.
On the body of the Ghost Head Sword, a layer of vague strength began to linger around, as if a thin layer of frost had condensed on the blade.
The thirtieth knife.
He roared loudly, and all his strength poured into the blade like a flood from a dam. The blade drew a dark arc in the air and struck the iron and wooden stakes nearby.
Bang!
The iron and wood piles trembled violently, and a knife mark nearly two inches deep appeared on the pile surface, nearly twice as deep as the usual Cloak Saber Technique mark.
He looked down at the knife mark and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Come again."
He stood with the knife in hand, breathed evenly, and started the fortieth blow.
He concentrated on this sword, sinking all his senses into the blade, and felt every change in the power flowing through his meridians.
Draw out the knife, keep your strength, turn your wrist, and stack your strength.
When the blade struck out, he clearly felt that the remaining energy of the first sword had not dissipated, but was dormant at the bottom of the sword's power like an undercurrent.
The force of the second knife struck out and collided with the remaining force.
Buzz...
The blade shook violently, and an extraordinary force exploded from the blade.
The panel reappears.
[Shocking Waves (Middle Grade Xuan Grade)·Entry (3/1000)]
This time it rose directly by two points.
He nodded secretly, found the trick, and then had a direction for his subsequent practice.
He is no longer eager to add more weight, but repeatedly practices two swords stacking waves, striving to polish the connection between the first level and the second level until it is seamless.
The morning fog gradually dissipated, and the sun rose from the direction of the east city wall, illuminating the dew on the martial arts field crystal clear.
Jiang Fa has been practicing for nearly an hour.
The ghost-headed sword flew in his hand, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air became deeper and deeper, as if someone was ringing a stack of gongs one after another. The sounds were superimposed layer by layer, and finally merged into a thick buzzing sound.
[Shocking Waves (Middle Grade Xuan Grade)·Entry(11/1000)]
He put away the knife and stood up, his chest rising and falling slightly.
After using the knife continuously for an hour, even though his body was strong, he could not help but feel soreness and swelling in the meridians of his right arm.
However, what pleased him was that as he practiced repeatedly, the success rate of those two swords overlapping waves had increased from the initial 30% to nearly 70%.
The power of the sword is also nearly 40% stronger than that of a single sword.
"If the nine stacks can be filled up, the power will probably increase several times."
He was making secret calculations in his mind.
After putting away the knife, he sat cross-legged on the stone pier beside the martial arts arena, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a cup of tea. When the pain in the meridians of his right arm completely subsided, he opened his eyes again.
He took out the "Broken Stele Finger" booklet from his arms again.
"The finger refers to the organ of the human body..."
He read the opening summary in a low voice,
Then he raised the index finger of his right hand and followed the movement route he had tried once last night, gathering the strength to his fingertips one by one.
A layer of light golden luster gradually appeared on the fingertips, which was the phenomenon of blending with Qi and blood when the strength was compressed to the extreme.
He gently tapped a blue brick next to him.
The moment the fingertips touched the brick surface, there was a very light crisp sound.
A circular pit the size of a finger was silently sunk into the surface of the blue brick. The edge of the circular pit was as smooth as a mirror, without a single crack.
He retracted his fingers and looked down at his fingertips. The knuckles were slightly red and slightly hot.
"Interesting."