C15 Sword intent

In the dense forest, Hong Ling was standing quietly under a huge tree. In his hand was a steel sword, it was the Hundred Refinement Pattern Steel Sword that Li Yan had left behind after he died.

On a flat rock beside the tree roots, a yellowed sheepskin scroll had been unfolded. Countless dark red words appeared from it. This was the practice method for the < Flame Breaking Technique > martial skill.

Hong Ling closed his eyes and remained still. The Primordial Spirit Clone in the Divine Palace held a long sword that had been materialized out of soul power and was dancing continuously, if Li Yan was able to live to see it, he would definitely realize that the sword technique the figure was displaying was the first sword technique of the《 Flame Mantra》.

When the last sword beam from the Primordial Spirit Clone landed, Hong Ling's originally tightly shut eyes instantly opened. He looked at the longsword in his hand and faintly smiled.

A set of sword technique was instantly unleashed through the long sword in his hand. With the support of the Authentic Qi, the Sword Qi that filled the sky continued to cut down the leaves on the giant tree.

With a 'chi' sound, the youth sliced open a leaf that landed in front of him and cut it into two. Suddenly, he held the sword and stood still as he carefully comprehended the profoundness of this sword technique.

This set of sword technique, although it was the basic sword technique for the < < Flame Breaking > > set of sword technique, Hong Ling was able to feel a hint of brilliance from it.

For three whole days, he endured the killing intent in his heart and forced himself to not look at the bandits' stronghold. He knew that the number of bandits in the Black Mountain stronghold was not something that he could eliminate alone.

It took a whole three days before Hong Ling managed to learn that nameless sword art, but he had gained a lot from it. He was sure that the《 Flame Mantra》 was a martial skill created by the person who created it, and it was only after comprehending this set of sword technique that he was able to create.

Hong Ling even suspected that this sword technique was not as simple as it looked, but he did not have the energy to think about other things. After learning this set of nameless sword technique, he had to start training in the < Flame Mantra >.

Even though this < < Flame Breaking Technique > > was only a low levelled Yellow Ranked skill, it was still a very powerful skill for the current Hong Ling. Moreover, he had a feeling that as he dug deeper into that nameless sword technique, the power of this skill would increase.

With a thought, the dark golden Authentic Qi combusted. Bang, a layer of dark golden flames from the Authentic Qi replaced the dense Authentic Qi flames and attached itself onto the long sword.

Hong Ling shockingly discovered that the flames the Authentic Qi released after burning, their might had actually risen to another level.

With a light turn of his wrist, streams of flaming sword Qi were ignited and kept in the air in front of him. Hong Ling willed it, and the long sword in his hand burned with blazing flames once again.

The aura in the youth's body churned, a tyrannical Authentic Qi was triggered by his consciousness, instantly pouring into the sword, throwing the fire sword qi on the sword forward.

Boom! The ground was blasted into a crater by the burning sword Qi.

After repeating that again, Hong Ling's pupils contracted, and the flame sword beams that were lingering in the air instantly entered the longsword in his hands. At this moment, he was continuously compressing the flame sword beams, in order to merge them into one again.

Each of these sword Qis was his full attack. When these sword Qis merged back together to form a new sword Qi, the power it could unleash would definitely be earth-shattering.

However, the Yellow Ranked [Flame Burst Technique] condensed ten sword qi, which was already its limit. Right now, Hong Ling was tightly suppressing these ten sword qi, preventing them from exploding out immediately. He had even used the soul power in the Divine Court to induce them to fuse together.

It had to be known that even Li Yan, a middle stage Essence Refinement into Qi cultivator, would not dare to fuse 10 sword Qis at the same time. He could only fuse 3 swords, but Hong Ling had already suffered a huge loss.

Bang! Hong Ling was unable to suppress the Sword Qi after all, and with a loud explosion, the young man instantly activated the Authentic Qi's body and quickly formed a barrier, resolving most of the power. But even so, he was still covered by the remnant power from before.

The youth laughed bitterly. He knew that every martial skill, even the lowest grade martial skill, was difficult to cultivate.

"Why is this sword skill so difficult to learn?"

Hong Ling frowned as he looked at the sheepskin scroll in his hands, flipping it over and over, trying to find some clues. In fact, if he could simply gather all the sword qi, and then fuse it with two or three sword qi, he would be able to do it with his strong perception.

And once Hong Ling borrowed his own soul power, he could even perfectly fuse half of the ten sword beams. However, this was not what he was after.

What he wanted was to perfectly combine the ten sword Qis to completely unleash the power that this martial skill should have.

"What is missing?"

Hong Ling thought hard, but discovered that he could not think of anything at all. He was deep in thought, when suddenly, a monstrous aura appeared from the depths of the forest.

The youth's expression instantly changed. He knew that some powerful Demonic Beast must have been angered by someone.

Within the Shiwan Mountain, there were Demonic Beast everywhere. It was just that these Demonic Beast normally lurked deep in the mountains, and rarely came out from the outside. But at this time, there was actually such a wave of tyrannical Demonic Beast pressure here, which made everyone puzzled.

Hong Ling could feel that this aura was very unstable, and after a while, a tragic beast roar sounded out again. This time, the youth could no longer stay still, he kept the sheepskin scroll and quickly rushed into the forest with his sword in hand.

They did not encounter any attacks from Demonic Beast along the way, but Hong Ling knew that because of the high level Demonic Beast releasing its Qi, these low level Demonic Beast had hidden themselves.

After a short fifteen minutes, Hong Ling stood on top of a large tree and looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

A green-clothed youth stood before a scarred Ironback Bear with a sword in hand. A strong aura raged around his body.

The gigantic beast that was crawling on the ground, was a middle stage second stage Demonic Beast, its aura was extremely tyrannical.

From what humans knew, the level of Demonic Beast was very clear. Essence Refinement into Qi was the first stage, Qi Refinement into Spirit was the second stage, Spirit Refinement was the third stage, and Void Refinement was the fourth stage.

According to the ranking of the human cultivators, this mid-second stage Ironback Bear was already a middle stage Qi Refinement into Spirit expert. However, the youth in green was clearly a Qi Refinement into Spirit expert.

Hong Ling felt that this youth's aura was a little weaker than the Iron Back Bear's. He was in the early stages of Qi Refinement into Spirit.

The Ironback Bear was riddled with wounds. It continued to roar as if it really was a threat.

The young man's body continuously flashed, like a silver fish swimming deep in the sea. Wherever he went, bone deep wounds would be left on the Ironback Bear's body.

Hong Ling stared at the sword in the young man's hand, a look of doubt flashing past his eyes. He was not fond of the sword in the young man's hand, instead, he was shocked by the power contained within it.

In the midst of the dense Authentic Qi, there was still a tiny bit of power. It was incomparably sharp, and seemingly insignificant, yet it had raised the attacking power of the sword qi by a very large level.

It was as if the originally weak water had turned into ten thousand year old ice and forcefully shattered the originally indestructible rock.

If the teenager's sword qi was water and the Iron Back Bear's skin was stone, then that power would instantly freeze the water into ice.

"As expected of the Young City Lord, he can actually comprehend sword intent, and make his own sword Qi invincible!"

Not far behind the green-clothed youth, two middle-aged guards stood there silently. From their clothing, it could be seen that they came from the Tianhuang City.

"Sword intent!" Hong Ling's gaze focused, he finally knew the key point behind his training of the《 Flame Mantra》.

Sword intent was the will of the sword, as well as the soul of the sword. It was a type of true intent in the path of martial arts, it was able to effectively increase the offensive strength of sword qi.

The reason why Hong Ling felt so familiar with the sword aura of the green-clothed youth was because when he was training that set of nameless sword style, he had also sensed a very weak sword intent. If not for the fact that his soul power was strong enough, it would have been difficult to discover.

And now, after realizing this point, Hong Ling didn't want to stay anymore.

Right now, what he wanted to do the most right now was to find the Black Mountain Bandit, Zhang Yan, and get revenge. However, the strong sense of danger told him that if he did not master the < Flame Mantra > technique, he would not be able to survive.

"This set of sword technique can let me feel a very weak sword intent when I'm cultivating it. I wonder if I can comprehend it!"

Hong Ling brandished the long sword on the ground, and the Primordial Spirit Clone in the Divine Court were also dancing with the long sword. The youth closed his eyes, and unceasingly sensed that thread of weak sword intent.

It was like a firefly in the dark void that flickered for a short moment, yet Hong Ling continued to stare at it, waiting for it to slowly appear, and then watching it disappear into thin air.

As he continued to deepen his understanding of the nameless sword technique, the trace of sword intent became more and more clear, and it had existed for a longer and longer period of time. However, Hong Ling did not dare to relax, because if he was not careful, he might really lose everything he had done.

The youth spent the night and the night in the forest, constantly dancing with his sword. Half a month later, a faint sword light slowly formed from the illusory sword energy in his Divine Court.

Kacha. That longsword formed from soul power was directly shattered the moment the sword intent was unleashed.

Amidst the resplendent sword intent, a cold and pressing metallic sensation was emitted, slicing open several wounds on Hong Ling's Primordial Spirit Clone. He knew that this was because the sword intent was just being developed.

At this moment, he was completely infusing his mind into this strand of sword intent. The youth felt as if the world had turned into a sword furnace. Countless swords were born and melted in the flames.

Sword intent was the soul of these swords. Without it, the molten metal in the furnace would not form a sword, but instead form something else, such as a hammer, a blade, or an axe.

As long as there was sword intent, everything would become a sword. With it, sword arts could be called sword arts, sword techniques could be called sword moves, and sword arts could be called sword arts.

Understanding this logic, the sword intent in Hong Ling's Divine Palace instantly turned bright. The soul power inside was continuously being absorbed by it, and bit by bit, it turned back into its real form. The sharp light slowly appeared and hid itself.

With a clang, like a sharp sword being unsheathed, the strand of sword intent instantly took shape and rushed into the sky above the Divine Court, transforming into stars that were sprinkled down from the sky onto Hong Ling's body.

At this moment, the youth felt as though he had broken through a barrier. Although the sword aura had disappeared, Hong Ling believed that with just a thought, he would be able to form it.

He raised the sword in his hand and infused Qi into it. With a thought, the sword in his hand slashed down a sword Qi towards a mountain rock. Kacha! The sword Qi entered the mountain rock and cut it into two.

Hong Ling was overjoyed, another sword intent was instantly produced from the sword, and the soul energy in his mind was quickly being exhausted.

Bang, the dense Authentic Qi on the sword suddenly combusted under the youth's will, forming a stream of flame sword qi. And under Hong Ling's will, the sword intent also instantly merged into the flames.

"Flame Mantra!"

Hong Ling roared out, and the fiery sword beams in the air immediately merged into the sword beam that he had swung out, perfectly fusing into an even more majestic sword beam.

Bang, a huge tree that had two people hugging each other, was instantly smashed into pieces by the violent Sword Qi around its waist. The intense Qi flow instantly exploded and blew at Hong Ling's clothes with a flapping sound.

The teenager sat paralyzed on the ground as he panted heavily. He stared at the bandits' encampment not far away from him. There, the black flag was fluttering in the wind.

At this moment, Hong Ling's eyes were filled with killing intent, and the longsword in his hand, without the support of the Authentic Qi, was unexpectedly buzzing fast.