Chapter 65 Half-Step Sword Stance

"Uh...I'm not dead yet."

I don't know how long it took, Ye Chenfeng woke up in a coma.

Looking at the familiar scenery around him and the mysterious broken sword lying quietly beside him, Ye Chenfeng knew that the brain-devouring brain had saved him, and he was not killed by the last shocking sword.

Although he saved his life, Ye Chenfeng still had lingering fears when he recalled the scene of that day.

"This broken sword is terrible. It is estimated that it has been circulating for at least a hundred years, and the sword force sealed in the hilt is still so terrifying. It is really hard to imagine how powerful the master of this broken sword is." Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, and picked up the broken sword again.

But this time, he was a lot more careful and took a huge risk to continue to study the broken sword, and found another terrifying sword stance at the hilt, which scared him into a cold sweat.

"Forget it, when my realm improves in the future, I will slowly study this broken sword."

Ye Chenfeng really didn't have the courage to endure the fourth sword attack. He carefully sealed the broken sword and put it in the Qiankun bag.

"Hey, this is..."

Just when Ye Chenfeng sat cross-legged on the bed and controlled the God-devouring brain to recover from his soul injury, he accidentally discovered that three sword patterns appeared in the God-devouring brain.

And these three sword patterns were actually formed by the three swords in Broken Sword.

With this discovery, Ye Chenfeng was overjoyed. He never dreamed that the God-devouring brain would not only save himself, but also imprint the three swords.

And a swordsman who comprehends the sword's intent can injure people invisibly, and can increase the lethality of the sword.

"I don't know how long it will take me to comprehend the three swords in the imprint of the God-devouring brain with my current understanding." Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself. Also because of the sword power, he finally chose the sword as his weapon.

After being in a coma for several days, Ye Chenfeng was already hungry. He briefly recovered his soul injury, then left the small courtyard and came to the Lingshan room to eat again.

Having eaten the food cooked with the flesh and blood of fierce beasts, Ye Chenfeng spent more than 130 low-grade soul crystals to buy a large amount of food that was easy to store and contained spirituality, in preparation for retreating and practicing swordsmanship.

"Master!"

Just as Ye Chenfeng left the Lingshan room and returned to the courtyard where he lived, when he was about to retreat, he found a tall and tall young man wearing a white robe standing outside the courtyard.

And where he stood, his body seemed to be fused with the surrounding air. If he didn't look at it with the naked eye, he would not be able to perceive his existence at all.

"Ye Chenfeng, I'll wait for you for a while." The man in white looked at Ye Chenfeng calmly and said slowly.

"You are from the Shentu family."

Seeing that the face of the man in white was vaguely similar to Shentu's blood, Ye Chenfeng guessed his identity.

"Yes, my name is Shen Tuheng, Shen Tuxue, Shen Tuye's cousin." Shen Tuheng nodded and said.

"Shen Tuheng, the tenth-ranked expert on the Skyfire Martial Arts Ranking."

Ye Chenfeng had heard Shen Tuheng's name, and smelled a dangerous breath from him, and asked coldly, "I don't know why you came to me?"

"I came to you this time to give you a chance." Shen Tuheng said in the tone of a superior: "I wonder what you think of my sister Shen Tubing?"

"Shouldn't you want your sister to marry me?" Ye Chenfeng said with a smile, not showing any favor for the stubborn and willful Shen Tubing.

"It wasn't my sister who married you, but you joined my Shentu family." Shen Tuheng shook his head and said.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in Lingmei, and I won't join your Shentu family." Ye Chenfeng smiled and refused when he learned of Shentuheng's purpose.

"Don't you really think about it? This is the only chance for you to repair with my Shentu family. If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Shen Tuheng said in a low voice, his eyes were full of sternness.

"Are you finished? If you are finished, I'll go back."

After speaking, Ye Chenfeng ignored Shen Tuheng's angry eyes, passed him by, walked into his yard, and activated the pattern prohibition.

"Ye Chenfeng, since you are so clueless, don't blame me for being ruthless." The maliciousness hidden in the depths of Shen Tuheng's eyes surged out, like the gaze of a beast, making people shudder.

"It's really not easy to be in the top ten of the Tianhuo Martial Arts Ranking."

Through the contact with Shen Tuheng, Ye Chenfeng had a general understanding of the strength of the top ten in the Tianhuo martial arts list, and he felt that he was still too far away from the tenth place.

Therefore, the top priority is to comprehend the sword stance as soon as possible. Only by comprehending the sword stance with astonishing attack power can he shorten the distance with Shen Tuheng and others in a short period of time.

Ye Chenfeng sat under the only ancient tree in the courtyard, briefly adjusted his breath for a while, got rid of distracting thoughts, and began to realize the three swordsmanship in his mind, and quickly entered a state of emptiness.

Although Ye Chenfeng's comprehension and talent have reached an unimaginable level, he is too unfamiliar with the sword stance. In addition, the sword stance is esoteric, mysterious and obscure, and the sword stance is ever-changing and multiplied. For a while, he could not understand the true meaning of sword power.

Hardly unable to grasp the essentials, Ye Chenfeng was not in a hurry. He sat motionless under the ancient tree like an old monk, and patiently realized the three swords in his mind.

As time passed, Ye Chenfeng devoted almost all of his time to comprehension of swordsmanship besides eating.

With the passage of time, Ye Chenfeng finally understood a small part of the true meaning of swordsmanship through brain-devouring analysis and evolution.

A series of fierce sword lights slowly condensed on the surface of his body, automatically smashing the leaves falling with the wind.

"The sword is invisible, and the sword has a soul. Only when the sword is cultivated into a part of one's own body, and the sword has a soul and life, can it be regarded as mastering the sword in the true sense."

After nearly a month of epiphany, Ye Chenfeng finally understood the true meaning of swordsmanship.

In the yard, Ye Chenfeng sat cross-legged under the ancient tree, motionless, sword energy flowed on the surface of his body, as if he wanted to spray out.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng, who had closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes, and two sharp rays of light shot out from his eyes.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng tapped his finger, and a dazzling sword light shot out from the tip of his finger, attacking the void.

Although Ye Chenfeng used his finger instead of the sword, this sword beam was perfect in both speed and power. It pierced the pattern prohibition above the yard and directly tore a gap in the pattern prohibition.

"Hey, that sword just now should only be considered a half-step sword."

Although the sword light that Ye Chenfeng just shot was extremely powerful, he knew that there were still some subtle differences between him and the true sword power.

But if you want to make up for these subtle differences, you need to practice for a long time.

So the sword just now can only be considered a half-step sword.