Chapter 67 Hmm? Your cat taught you how to use a sword? ? !

Chen Xin, who had already arrived at an open space, looked at Shen An in surprise. With his eyesight, it was not difficult to see that Shen An's soul skill was not a flying skill, but more like a development of martial spirit.

A true flying skill can fly freely, not as cautious as Shen An, but this also shows Shen An's potential.

Although he can't fly as he pleases now, as long as time passes, when his soul power is deep and his skills become more proficient, Shen An can also fly freely in the sky.

Shen An landed slowly. For him, flying with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass is not a problem. With the sword-controlling soul skill, he can do whatever he wants.

The only problem is that he can't guarantee that he can always integrate with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, such as making a 360-degree rotation in the air, so he will definitely fall.

Therefore, Shen An flew very cautiously. After all, there are thousands of roads, and safety is the first. If you are not careful when controlling the sword, Tom will shed tears.

However, in response to this problem, Shen An will also think about how to further develop the use of soul power recently. In his view, soul power is a kind of energy.

What he wants to study is to transform energy into different forms, such as compressing high-concentration soul power to make it more aggressive.

Or try to make soul power sticky, like magnetic force, so that he can fly better with the sword.

Chen Xin looked at the nine-leaf sword grass floating in the air, and a question mark rose in his heart. Why does this thing look like a sword and grass?

Although it looks like a long sword and the power of the edge rushes straight into the sky, Chen Xin can still perceive that this should be a grass-type martial soul.

However, this martial soul actually has such a pure sword intent, the purest edge without any impurities, which is really amazing.

The Seven Killing Sword is known as the pinnacle of sword-type martial souls in the entire continent, but Chen Xin can clearly feel that the Seven Killing Sword is not as good as the sword grass in Shen An's hand in terms of quality.

At this time, Chen Xin, whose soul power is as high as level 96, can feel that his Seven Killing Sword is actually trembling because of Shen An's martial soul. This is not fear, but excitement.

It was the excitement of the sword king for his kind, a kind of joy of seeing the prey. Even though the quality of the Seven Killing Sword was not as good as the Nine Leaf Sword Grass, it still could not stop the Seven Killing Sword's fighting spirit.

This sword was created with Chen Xin's victory after victory as he traveled across the continent. Rather than saying that the Seven Killings made Chen Xin, it was better to say that the two made each other.

Chen Xin looked at Shen An with interest and said, "Draw your sword. It's better to try it out than to say that I won't use soul power to fight you with my sword cultivation and skills."

Shen An nodded seriously. The old man in front of him was the peak of swordsmanship in Douluo Continent. No matter how much he valued him, it was not enough.

Shen An had been learning basic swordsmanship from Tom, and because of his love for swordsmanship, he was always successful.

Maybe because most of the people he met were too weak, Shen An had no idea what his level was. Perhaps the old man in front of him could give him the answer.

Shen An's posture of holding the sword was extremely standard, and his originally gentle temperament instantly turned into a sharp aura unique to swordsmen.

In Shen An's eyes, Chen Xin seemed to be integrated with the world, and there was no flaw at all, which made Shen An feel helpless.

This made Shen An feel frustrated. Is this a real swordsman? He is definitely not a reckless man like Zhao Wuji.

But since he is determined to fight, he must go all out. Shen An mustered up the will to fight, cut off all the distracting thoughts in his heart, leaving only the purest will to fight.

Shen An has never been so focused, and his bright eyes stared at Chen Xin. Since there is no flaw, then he will make a flaw!

Chop, cut, stab, wipe...

Holding the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass in his hand, Shen An used all his sharp sword moves, but facing Chen Xin, they were like a stone sinking into the sea without any waves.

Chen Xin just stood still, and did not use much strength, but the simple Seven Killing Sword in his hand could always hit his weak points.

The collision of swords burst out extremely gorgeous fireworks and the intoxicating sound of metal and stone.

Shen An continued to attack with all his might, the Nine-Leaf Virtual Sword and the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass were one real and one virtual, one up and one down, and Shen An continued to wield sword energy while focusing on two things at once.

The blue sword energy was extremely sharp, but it disappeared like a drop in the ocean when it landed on Chen Xin. This was not soul power but pure swordsmanship.

Ning Rongrong and the others on the side were excited to watch the competition, whether it was Shen An's improvisation or Chen Xin's majestic demeanor.

It was simply dazzling and overwhelming, too exciting.

Only Tom remained calm. Although the swordsmanship of this old man who wanted to kidnap me was good, if it was only this level, it would not be as good as my old friend.

What Shen An did not notice was that the admiration in Chen Xin's eyes became stronger and stronger. Chen Xin, who originally wanted to bully Shen An in the name of guidance, had no intention of coming at this moment.

Chen Xin saw clearly that Shen An's sword was so spiritual. It was just the most basic sword moves, but it could be changed in Shen An's hands, as if it was made by nature. This was the most peerless seedling, the most beautiful jade.

Chen Xin was obsessed with swordsmanship all his life. He had no sons or daughters, let alone a successor. His lifelong wish was to reach the top of swordsmanship and surpass his father to defeat Qian Daoliu.

But now seeing Shen An, such a peerless swordsman, he was deeply moved. It would be a good thing if he could pass on his legacy.

"Huh!"

Shen An had already used all his skills, but he was still powerless in the face of Chen Xin. This bottomless feeling was just like when he fought with Tom.

Chen Xin is a kind of despairing strength, making it impossible to see where his strength is. Tom is always one step higher than you, and no one has seen Tom's limit so far.

However, this battle also allowed Shen An to see a sword technique that is different from Tom's.

If Tom's sword is as simple as the way of one, one gives birth to two, and two gives birth to three.

Then Chen Xin's sword is like the most complex sword after reading countless sword techniques.

However, no matter who they are, they are not something Shen An can glimpse at his current level.

Shen An has been practicing sword for less than a month, and it is normal that neither Tom, who is gifted in swordsmanship, nor Chen Xin is far behind.

"Senior Chen Xin is like the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and the younger generation is far inferior to him. I really admire him."

Shen An praised from the bottom of his heart. He also benefited a lot this time. He could feel that Chen Xin was deliberately guiding him so that he could give full play to his abilities.

Chen Xin's originally indifferent eyes were full of appreciation.

Shen An's sword is so spiritual, both the quality of his martial soul and his talent in swordsmanship are so high, and most importantly, he is still young and has unlimited prospects.

"Little guy, do you have a master, or who taught you to use your sword?"

Chen Xin didn't think anyone could teach such a peerless seedling, just because Shen An's sword has a spiritual aura that has not been artificially carved.

Chen Xin just asked habitually, as long as Shen An answered no, he would propose to accept Shen An as a disciple on the spot.

With his reputation as a swordsman, Chen Xin expected that the little guy in front of him would never refuse, and even Chen Xin had thought of letting Rongrong and his disciples in the future... It's not impossible.

"No one teaches me to practice swordsmanship, but my cat usually teaches me."

Shen An scratched his head and pointed at Tom.

"Very good, since you have no one to teach you, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Chen Xin said with satisfaction, and then a trace of surprise appeared on his originally indifferent face.

Wait, your cat teaches you? ? !

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