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"Qin Thirteen, the second form, Straight Thrust Sword. Come out!" Following Qin Rufeng's loud shout, the sword in his hand fiercely moved forward once more, constantly letting out buzzing sounds. Qin Rufeng knew that this was the sound of sword qi slicing through the air.

Under Qin Rufeng's wholehearted dedication, the sword stabbed forward like an extremely thin ice shard, drawing an extremely artistic arc in the air.

Ripples that were invisible to the naked eye appeared in the space that had been experienced by the Sword of Nine Powers. It was as though the entire space was originally a calm pool of water, but as the Sword of Nine Powers streaked across the pool, the originally calm pool instantly became no longer calm.

The surface of the pool began to ripple.

In the end, these ripples started to stack on top of each other in the air, and like a huge wave on the sea, they surged forward, and along with the profound energy on the Nine Divine Palace Sword, they smashed forward.

Following a white streak that appeared in front of the tip of the sword, Qin Rufeng also drew a sword flower and placed the Nine Divine Palace Sword behind his back. His left hand pressed down from his chest to his waist to calm the surging profound energy in his body.

That thrust just now had completely surpassed the small success stage. It could even be said to be infinitely close to the large success stage. Even though it was not at the level of the Mastery Stage, the realm it contained was almost the same as the Mastery Stage.

What Qin Rufeng lacked right now was a sword intent, a sword intent that could look down on all heroes. As long as he had this sword intent, then this thrust would immediately return to mastery.

Fortunately, he was still in the same state of mind as in his previous life. If it was any other expert of the same level, he would have probably fallen into a coma a long time ago because he had expended too much of his mental energy.

In addition, Qin Rufeng's pill refinement had a great effect on his mental state, which also caused his mental state to be much higher than that of an ordinary Spirit Realm expert. Although he had used up a large amount of mental energy to connect with the first thrust, his mental state was still in a state where he could control it.

On one side, he was slowly adjusting his condition while on the other side, he was already thinking of the next move to stab the sword.

"Stab!"

"The skill of the thrust is to go up or down the blade that the tiger's mouth is facing. The entire body of the sword was fused with his mind and profound energy. In addition, with profound energy as a guide, he infused it with all of the power he could quickly gather and crazily swatted at the enemy like a wave. Whether it was in terms of feeling or the might of a sword, he had to give the enemy a sense of danger that was omnipresent.

To let the enemy feel your stab is like a thousand thorns, like ten thousand thorns. It is simply something that cannot be avoided, something that cannot be avoided. "

"Since it is the same sword move, then it must be the same root. Moreover, since the spike is ranked after the straight thrust, then there must be something very similar about some unknown technique. As long as I can find the root of both of these moves, then this thrust should be immediately grasped by me."

Qin Rufeng thought to himself.

"The most important part of the [Flat Thrust] is the word 'Sharp'. Only by being sharp can it cut through the air and give the enemy a fatal blow. However, the essence of the thrust was definitely not 'advantage', because the description stated that there was no way to avoid it. This meant that when striking the enemy a little, it would result in a little more damage.

Only by doing this could one reach a point where the enemy felt that they had nowhere to retreat to and no way to dodge. It is the same principle as the Illusory Dream Art that I cultivate. "

The reason why Qin Rufeng immediately denied the essence of the 'Li' was because if there was a situation where he struck a little more than once, then the power of the blow brought by the type of straight stab would definitely be greatly reduced.

For example, your punch has the strength of 500 Jin. You need to hit five punches at the same time, which makes it clear that your five punches don't have the strength of 500 Jin each, but they have the strength of 100 Jin each.

Because your body can only support five hundred kilograms of explosive power, but you have to use five punches at the same time, so you can only use about one hundred kilograms of strength per punch, and you can also forcefully use five hundred kilograms of strength from the first punch, but the other four punches are so light and weak.

This time, Qin Rufeng pondered for a long time, but was unable to come up with an answer. Therefore, he could only take out the Nine Divine Palace Sword Technique and personally try to see if he could find any clues.

The entire body of the sword was now perpendicular to the ground. The palm of Qin Rufeng's right hand directly corresponded to the edge of the sword while the other blade was perpendicular to the ground.

He continued to take a small step forward with his right foot. After that, Qin Rufeng closed his eyes and entered a state of emptiness.

The description of the thrust in the sword was very vague, making it difficult to understand. Qin Rufeng could only rely on his own intuition to comprehend the essence of the strike.

At this moment, Qin Rufeng was like a statue as he quietly stood on the ground. Only the flashing cold light of the Nine Divine Palace Sword Technique in his hand indicated that Qin Rufeng was extraordinary, and at this moment, the world and the space around him seemed to have frozen.

The great river that continuously surged with monstrous waves beside Qin Rufeng also froze in that instant. There were many waves that could not be pounced on and were forcibly frozen in mid-air by a mysterious force.

The entire space revealed a deathly silence. This kind of silent environment could force a normal person to go crazy.

"One moment... Two minutes … "Three quarters of an hour …"

"Two hours …" Four hours … "Six hours …"

Sixteen hours had passed and Qin Rufeng was still standing there without moving. Even his calm breathing had disappeared without a trace. It was as if he was just a three-dimensional portrait of himself in this space.

When Qin Rufeng's breathing disappeared without a trace, the cold glow that was constantly flickering on the Nine Prefectures' Sword was also receding without a trace. It was as if the sword had never appeared at all. The entire Nine Prefectures' Sword seemed like an ordinary weapon.

The fisherman, who was hiding in an unknown space, couldn't help but exclaim in his heart when he saw Qin Rufeng in such a state, "Transcending Mortality!"