It's Really Flying

It's Really Flying eh?

Where did I go.

I must have missed Cher and the others so much.

  Ning Xiaotian hurriedly shook his head, pinched his eyebrows with two fingers, and concentrated his thoughts.

"I weigh 150 pounds, and I want to lift it up directly by mental power. I have to say, it's a bit unrealistic, at least not yet."

  "Take the sword as part of the body."

Ning Xiaotian regrouped and continued to chew with this sentence.

  "If it is said that when swinging the sword, the sword is regarded as a part of the body, and it is like an arm and a finger.

Shouldn't Yu Jian fly be reversed and assimilate the body into a part of the sword,

so that controlling the sword is not equal to controlling oneself?"

  " This is similar to the last move Sword Douluo used against Golden Crocodile Douluo that day."

  Ning Xiaotian thought thoughtfully, his eyes brightened,

"Looking at the situation that day, it seems that he merged himself into his martial soul avatar.

In the middle of the game, press the real body of the spirit into the body.

It's a bit like the kind of mighty force in the fairy tales of the previous life,

I am the sword, and the sword is my realm."

  "I remember that after that move was completed,

Sword Douluo His body was completely suspended in the air, when a sword was stabbed out,

his body turned into a streamer, and it was about to reach the extreme.

It felt as if he was the martial spirit himself, and the three-foot sword body at the fingertips was the tip of the sword."

Ning Xiaotian's face Showing a hint of longing.

  No way, that move is so cool!

  "But I don't have a sword spirit, and I don't have a spirit body."

As if he suddenly thought of something, he twitched the corner of his mouth and looked strange:

"How about trying it with the Sun Moon Star Tower? I don't know if it can be used as a defense.

For Martial Soul."

  The scene where he was wrapped in the middle of a huge white tower could not help but emerge in his mind.

The enemy can't beat him badly, but he spirals into the sky and sprints from the top of the tower.

  The picture is so beautiful, like a dream.

  "Let's talk about it."

Ning Xiaotian shook his head.

  "If I want to be like Sword Douluo, my realm and cultivation are far from enough."

  Ning Xiaotian pursed his lips and lowered his head to think:

"However, if you just connect your soul power and mental power with the flying sword,

it can be done.

After all, you are directly stepping on the flying sword, and the distance is close enough."

  "This way of thinking .

isn't it equivalent to establishing an energy cycle between the body and the flying sword?

Well, it shouldn't waste much soul power and spiritual power.

With my distraction to control the current realm, I feel like I can give it a try."

  "I just don't know how to use it . Can you make your body fly with the flying sword in this way?"

Ning Xiaotian's brows loosened, then he sneered and

  said ,

"Haha, practice brings true knowledge, and you will know if you try it."

When it's time to exercise control.

  "Let's get back to the state first."

Ning Xiaotian controlled the Feijian at his feet to return to his head, and sat down on the spot.

  After half an hour, he stood up, and with a thought, the flying sword in the back of his head circled to his feet again.

  Ning Xiaotian closed his eyes, concentrated his energy, and started to run the Samsara Technique, mobilizing the whole body's soul power to circulate rapidly in the body.

At the same time, he urged the spirit bone in his head to bless his body, wrapping his entire body with spiritual power, so that he could observe every change in himself while distractingly controlling the flying sword.

  When the state was adjusted to the peak, he stepped forward lightly with his right foot and stepped firmly on the sword.

  During the surging soul power of the whole body, the soul power was dragged by the spiritual power and slowly flowed from the foot to the sword body, and then spread inward along the texture of the sword body.

That feeling is like returning to the normal state of training the soul power condensing sword.

The same sword body, the same texture, the same soul power is injected, everything is so familiar, as if the flying sword under the feet is being used.

Reshaped again.

  "Huh?

Why does it feel like putting on new shoes?"

Ning Xiaotian was surprised, shaking his feet subconsciously, and the sword body under his feet shook, as if stuck to the soles of his feet. "It's a strange feeling," he exclaimed in surprise.

  "The next step is to really stand up."

  Ning Xiaotian breathed lightly,

stabilized his mind, carefully controlled the flow of soul power in the flying sword, and at the same time separated the branch of soul power from it,

extending along the sword body, ready to meet another The arrival of a foot, do the docking.

  Of course, he didn't stand up immediately,

but kept feeling the flow of soul power in his left foot and the flying sword in his mind,

simulating over and over again the scene where the soul power in the body and the soul power in the sword body communicate with each other after standing up with the left foot.

It is necessary to ensure that the soul power can circulate quickly after the contact between the two.

  After a while, he took his left foot.

  "Hey, hey."

  Surprised, the flying sword under his feet swayed violently from side to side, as if he was about to throw him out, but the sword body seemed to stick to the sole of his foot, and he couldn't get rid of it.

  Ning Xiaotian was both surprised and delighted, with infinite brilliance in his pupils, and exclaimed,

"I'm going, I'm really flying."

  "Stabilize me."

Ning Xiaotian swayed his hands and tried to control his balance.

After a while, he finally stepped on the flying sword and stabilized three fingers away from the ground.

His face was pale, and fine sweat broke out from his forehead, as if he had suffered a serious illness and was about to die.

  "By the way, can you fly higher?"

  He lowered his head and looked down from the top. It seemed that there was no difference between his heels directly on the floor.

  "Give me take off!"

  Ning Xiaotian gritted his teeth fiercely, mobilizing his soul power and spiritual power with all his strength, intending to drive Feijian to climb.

  "I'll wipe it!"

The brains hummed like a mountain.

Then, with a bang, the flying sword under his feet dissipated instantly. Ning Xiaotian only felt that his feet were empty.

  "What's the situation?"

Ning Xiaotian Muzi lay on the spot, rubbing his temples, his chest heaving evenly.

  After half a sound, his pale face was full of smiles, and he murmured:

"It seems that you still have to brush up your proficiency.

This impatient action not only breaks the circulation of the soul power between the body and Feijian, but also consumes the mental power.

Greatly aggravated.

If this state is to fly high in the sky,

it would be strange not to fall down and eat shit in the event of an emergency."

  "You can only get used to flying at a low altitude first."

Ning Xiaotian sighed.

  Although the experiment was successful, this way of flying with the sword, not only must maintain the circulation of the soul power in the body,

but also maintain the circulation of the inner soul power under the premise of ensuring the stability of the flying sword.

In addition, it is necessary to separate the spiritual power Controlling the flight,

which will be used in various situations in the future,

the more Ning Xiaotian thinks about it, the more his scalp becomes numb.

"If you want to become proficient at being a self-created soul skill master, it is much more difficult than practicing the soul power condensing sword."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly,

"I feel tired to the point of death."

  "Also . I don't know what Sword Douluo's way of flying with his sword is,

I should have asked in the first place."

Ning Xiaotian was confused,

feeling that he missed a hundred million.

The best teacher was by his side, but he forgot to ask.

  "I'm exhausted, go to bed early tonight."

A carp kicked up, Ning Xiaotian stood up, patted his butt, and walked towards the bathroom.

On the way, I happened to meet the dog son who was peeking and caught him.

"Xiaotian! You should wash it too."

  "Wang wang wang"

The little milk dog swayed around, but fate's neck was already pinched, and it was powerless to return to the sky.

  The next day, morning light appeared.

  Ning Xiaotian got up early and spent two quarters of an hour cultivating the Purple Demon Eye. There was nothing he could do.

After the sun appeared, the duration of the purple energy was so short, and he was helpless.

  It can only accumulate bit by bit.

  Get up and practice boxing and sword fighting as usual.

  Practicing flying with the sword was too exhausting,

so he decided to stay at night to practice and sleep when he was tired.

  "Applause!"

Outside the hotel door, the two carriages slowly stopped.

  "Second Master, here we are, this is the best hotel in Gengxin City."

On the first carriage, a middle-aged man in golden leather armor reined in the reins, turned to look inside the car, and said, "It is said that That golden warrior also lives."

Before he finished speaking, a hearty female voice came from the car:

"Finally here, I'm suffocating my mother to death.

Let's go, let's go to dinner first, and we'll talk at the dinner table if we have something to say."

After finishing, she lifted the curtain of the car and jumped out first.

  Without waiting for everyone to respond, he saw the door of the hotel and walked in.

  Immediately afterward, a middle-aged man also jumped out of the carriage,

looking at the back of the woman in front of him, he shook his head helplessly, and said,

"Let's go, everyone has been in the carriage for a few days, and they really should rest and eat well.

I'm done."

  "Yes!"

The man handed the reins to the hotel attendant who came to receive him with a cautious face, waved to his companion who had already gotten off the carriage, and followed the middle-aged man into the hotel together.

  "My god.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family has come to Gengxin City."

The attendant watched the few people go away,

wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and muttered:

"Is it also to see the Golden Warriors?

Competition?"

  "Fortunately, the boss had foresight and reserved a few good guest rooms.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult to deal with people from such a big background."

He summoned a few servants who took care of the carriage, and the attendants trotted.

into the hotel.

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