Chapter 11 White Clouds

According to legend, there is a sword technique that can travel through the sky: the Seven Swords of the Sky!

When this sword technique came out of nowhere, the strongest sword immortal in the world, Grandpa Youtu, the previous master of the Seven Swords Holy Temple, retired from the world and became a legend.

Later generations observed the "Seven Swords of the Sky" and created the "White Cloud Sword Technique".

Of course, the level is lowered by dozens of ranks.

This is just an ordinary acquired spiritual skill!

The "White Cloud Sword Technique" is included in the Lingzang Pavilion of the Tiansang Ling Palace, with a total of thirteen swords.

At that time, Xu Xiaoshou, who was still of average talent, exhausted all his life's learning and finally learned the first sword in three years: Baiyun Youyou!

This is the first and only spiritual skill he has mastered in his life...

Well, to be exact, it is one-thirteenth of a style!

When his mind was swallowed by darkness and he felt the huge earthquake of heaven and earth, Xu Xiaoshou saw "Zangku" taking him to the clouds with a whoosh.

He slashed with his sword, and the white clouds dispersed leisurely, and then gathered leisurely.

There is no beginning and no end, and it is immortal.

In an instant, endless sword styles merged into his mind, and countless insights came one after another.

He recalled every moment when he woke up at night and practiced hard with the sword in the courtyard.

Stab, cross, pick, cut...

That was the most basic basic skill, that was blood and sweat, and every move and every style that became instinct seemed to be integrated at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the white clouds in front of him and put away his sword.

At this moment, a sword light appeared slowly on the horizon, crisscrossing, seemingly coming leisurely, but in fact it arrived in an instant.

The white clouds turned into fragments, and the sky collapsed into dust.

"Wow!"

Xu Xiaoshou woke up suddenly, breathing heavily, and as he moved, his clothes turned into pieces and fell in front of him, like white clouds in a fantasy.

He lowered his head, "Zangku" in his hand, seemed to be jumping for joy, and made a crisp sword sound.

So...

"What the hell is going on?"

Xu Xiaoshou was confused, so he inserted the passive key. The key disappeared, and he entered the white cloud illusion with the sword spirit, which also brought back the most painful scene in his heart.

After practicing for three years, he only knew one-thirteenth of the white cloud swordsmanship...

This is the acquired swordsmanship!

How poor is one's aptitude to achieve such a difficult achievement, how can it not be painful!

Xu Xiaoshou calmed down, hid his memories, and quickly looked at the information bar. This thing is definitely related to the passive key.

A new line was updated:

"Get the mastery of passive skills: swordsmanship mastery!"

Mastery type?

Swordsmanship mastery?

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned. Is this the product of "Another Spoon"?

Did I really get a passive skill that might be the best? Or the one that comes with its own special effects?

"Fuck!"

Xu Xiaoshou finally couldn't help but swear. Is the European Emperor possessed true?

"Mastery of Swordsmanship..."

This name sounds very impressive, and it is several levels higher than "strong" and "sharp".

In the case of such a monotonous passive system name, a passive skill that is higher than the daily noun can emerge. You can imagine how terrible this "Mastery of Swordsmanship" is.

What's more...

Thinking of the white cloud illusion, Xu Xiaoshou was so excited that he trembled.

Could it be that I have mastered the sword moves and knowledge in the illusion?

Because it is a passive skill, every time it appears, it is silent and subtle. If Xu Xiaoshou hadn't deliberately pondered it, he would basically not notice his changes.

He looked at the "Zangku" in his hand, buzzing.

It is very excited!

Xu Xiaoshou clearly and strongly felt that this "Zangku", which was originally a dead object, was very excited at this moment, and could even be said to be excited!

Try it?

This thought flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind, so he closed his eyes and recalled the sword technique in the illusion that shattered the white clouds.

His breathing gradually became quiet, and he felt that he was floating and rising into the air.

Ethereal, clear, and quiet...

What a magical feeling.

The next moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had turned into a cloud, and the white clouds were leisurely and vast like a painting.

When the wind blows in summer, the white clouds will shatter!

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he needed to draw his sword.

So he drew his sword, and unconsciously drew a sword, which was extremely obscure, but it suddenly shuttled through the beginning and the end.

A sword was leisurely, and the bleak evening wind blew away the fallen leaves.

Chi Chi Chi!

The scene in the illusion appeared again, and countless sword lights came slowly, but instantly filled the room.

It was clearly cut out at a very slow speed, but it disappeared into the sky at a very fast speed.

Xu Xiaoshou opened his eyes.

Boom!

The house made of red heartwood turned into pieces and fell.

Bang, bang, bang!

He looked up, and the red heartwood pieces fell on his head, forming a wooden grave and burying him in it.

"Fuck!"

"What's going on?"

...

In a narrow and cramped room, there was a round wooden table and three men.

Xiao Qixiu sat upright, but the sword on his back had been placed beside his knees. He shook his head seriously: "I don't drink!"

"You all know that true sword practitioners don't get drunk, they only get drunk on swords. Drinking will only mess up my mind. In the long run, my sword will not be accurate."

Qiao Qianzhi sneered and sprayed the wine on the face of the old man opposite, and was immediately embarrassed: "Uh, it's not intentional."

He turned to look at Xiao Qixiu and laughed: "You said that you can make great progress in swordsmanship without drinking?"

Xiao Qixiu smiled faintly: "I have indeed made some progress."

He turned to look at the old man who was wiping his face: "Old Sang, are you planning to stay here for a long time this time?"

The old man still had some grass on his head. He glared at Qiao Qianzhi and drank the wine glass.

"Stay a little longer!"

He looked at the empty wine glass and suddenly said, "You can get drunk with wine and sword!"

Just as Xiao Qixiu was about to retort, the old man said, "It's a pity that you can't do it, otherwise the Eighth Sword Immortal would be yours..."

Qiao Qianzhi couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Xiao Qixiu: "..."

Just then, the long sword beside his knees hummed and vibrated violently.

The three of them looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Xiao Qixiu grabbed the humming sword and listened attentively. In his mind, he suddenly saw the scene of everything nearby.

Tian Sang Ling Palace, outer courtyard.

The evening breeze was gentle, and a disciple was walking with a sword in his arms, experiencing life.

Suddenly, the sword in his arms began to get restless and tried to break free from his arms.

He was shocked and hurriedly pressed his sword, but found that everyone around him, as long as they were sword practitioners, had the same experience.

"Keng——"

The sound of swords chiming rose up in all directions, and they were so harmonious that they echoed throughout half of the outer courtyard.

"What's going on?"

All the disciples were dumbfounded.

"Sword chiming in one li, acquired sword intent?" the old man said lightly.

"Yes!"

Xiao Qixiu nodded, stood up immediately, and exclaimed:

"I didn't expect that there are disciples in the outer courtyard who have cultivated acquired sword intent. In addition to the two soul-refining innates and one physical innate that were discovered before, the quality of this batch of outer courtyard disciples is really extraordinary."

"Physical innate?"

The old man was so surprised that he even put down his wine glass, as if thinking about something.

Then, he changed his mouth and said, "I remember the sword intent that appeared last time was that girl Su Qianqian!"

"Yes, innate sword intent." He added.

Xiao Qixiu looked impatient, but still answered:

"Su Qianqian is incomparable. She is a true genius. The existence of one of the twenty-one famous swords in the continent is something that even I covet."

"Stop pretending. Go and take a look!" Elder Qiao also stood up, "You can't hold back, but you insist on standing here."

Xiao Qixiu touched his head awkwardly.

The old man smiled and said, "Go!"

The two rushed out of the door.

"Tsk tsk..."

The old man still looked calm, as if the acquired sword intent was not enough to arouse his interest.

He drank the rest of the wine pot, picked up the straw hat behind him and put it on his head, took the cane from behind the door, and left slowly.

After a long time, he came back, closed the door and left again.