"Good boy, it took only a long time to cross the first level of the mind and enter the second level of the mind! This speed is no less than that of the swordsman Danqingke who had suddenly realized it on the spot!"

Liu Meng, who was standing aside, saw Ling Zhan killing Qianye instantly and performing a second perfect cut. He was stunned and slightly lost his mind. He really couldn't imagine how Ling Zhan did all this.

"This Ling Zhan is really a monster. Even at the heyday of the Bingge Sect, no genius could compare to him."

Liu Meng waved his hand and moved Ling Zhan to his side, nodded at him with praise, and said, "Boy, he is worthy of being a sword bone. He has a very extraordinary talent. He can cross the first hurdle so quickly and enter the second level of his mind!"

"The second floor, are there several layers of mind?"

At this time, Ling Zhan was still immersed in the feeling of swinging out ten thousand swords just now, wandering around like raindrops and leaves. He thought about the two swords just now, and was still feeling unsatisfied.

"Of course, the mind and the magic tricks have their levels. Whenever you improve one level, you will deepen your understanding of swordsmanship, and you will be as if you use swordsmanship." Liu Meng said carefully: "If the mind and eyes are chasing light, then the first level brings you an eye looking at the world, allowing you to see the hazy dawn of the swordsmanship. When you reach the highest level of the mind, you are in the light, and this world is all your eyes!"

"So your mind is so powerful! Master, then tell me, at my speed, when will I be able to cultivate to the highest level of mind?" Ling Zhan widened his eyes, hoping to get the answer he wanted from Liu Meng.

Unexpectedly, Liu Meng shook his head and looked into the distance, saying word by word: "This is not that simple. The five layers of mind, one layer of first glance at the door, the second layer of the hall and the third layer of the hall and the fourth layer of the hall and the top of the hall, the fifth layer of the sky is perfect, and the fifth layer of the top is difficult. These five layers are more difficult than each layer. Eight or ten sword practitioners cannot first glance at the door, and one of the ten people who enter the hall and the hall and the room are even more ten. Every step forward is undoubtedly like a natural barrier, and you can only look up and not cross. Ling Zhan, although you have the sword bones all over your body, you can cross to the second level in one fell swoop, but it is better to practice your mind and follow it step by step. Do not be eager for quick success and instant benefits."

Ling Zhan nodded and responded: "Master, I don't want to be eager for quick success or instant benefits, but the time you left me is too short. Ten years, ten years have to be cultivated from a great martial artist to a martial master, this..." Ling Zhan sighed helplessly, "To be honest, I have never heard of anyone who has been named a monk for ten years. Like my senior brother Mu Kong, there are countless magical medicines to help him practice. Even so, he became a martial saint at the age of forty, and now he has been trapped on the edge of the martial master for thirty years!"

Thinking of this, Ling Zhan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

In ten years, it is a fantasy to want to go from nothing to martial arts supreme. Even if Ling Zhan goes from being a useless man who cannot practice and spends several months to become a great martial artist, he cannot imagine that he has only spent ten years practicing to become a martial arts master!

At this time, Liu Meng suddenly spoke: "Boy, don't belittle yourself. Tell you, I have seen someone who suddenly realizes it on the spot and directly transforms from King Wu to Master Wu overnight."

"This is impossible! This is impossible!"

Although Ling Zhan didn't believe it, his heart had already been rumbling. His time travel was the biggest impossible in this world.

Even time travel can happen, what else can’t happen!

"Boy, don't believe it. This happened recently. Uh, I think about it, it was probably more than 100,000 years ago."

"Master, what you said is light. This is 100,000 years ago! It can change the world in a thousand years, but it will be turned over a hundred thousand years." Ling Zhan shrugged, "Forget it, I think I shouldn't think so much. Let's first practice Shifang Killing Sword and Wan Yingjue."

"It's good that you can have such an enlightenment. You have passed the test just now. I'll demonstrate the Ten Directions Killing Sword to you later. You can take a look first, use your mind to understand it yourself. If you don't understand anything, ask me." After Liu Meng said that, he waved his hand and changed a new scene.

The two came down from the ancient tree to the sand sea in the northern desert. For a moment, the wind blew hard and the sand danced wildly.

"Boy, I'll just demonstrate it once!"

After saying that, Liu Meng left the place and saw him quickly stepping, regardless of the raging flying sand and stones, he wore a hat to move forward. In just one breath, Liu Meng came to the top of the sand dune with a long sword in his hand.

"The sword of killing in the ten directions is the word "kill". Without hesitation, decisive killing, and thousands of troops take the head of the general. There are ten tricks of killing swords. I will show you one by one, pay attention to the heart, listen with your ears, and watch with your heart!"

After Liu Meng finished speaking, he stopped talking and stirred the long sword in his hand. It was like a dragon going out to sea. He saw a flash of cold light and the sound of the sword body breaking through the air was like a roaring beast. He heard a roar in his ears, and saw a sword energy suddenly rushing into the distance. He thought it would be over. After a few breaths, the sword energy suddenly exploded, blowing the sand dunes out of a large pit several meters deep.

The heat waves generated by the explosion combined with the strong winds in the desert, and the pressure increased sharply, making the entire area full of suffocation.

Ling Zhan, who was standing aside, was stunned. He could not have thought that this set of killing swords seemed simple, but actually had a different meaning. Liu Meng's light sword could break through the air with a sword energy until he paused in the sand dune for several seconds before he had a second explosion.

You should know that whether it is practicing swords and swords or practicing mental power, the most difficult part is not explosions, but control!

Liu Meng's sword just now fully exerted the precise control. He could accurately control the sword intent into the sand dunes and detonate it. Even if Ling Zhan now has the mental power of the master level, he would not be able to do this at all.

"There are ten moves to kill swords in the ten directions. The first move is the fast-pitched technique that you asked you to practice before. I realized it when I saw you, so I didn't show it anymore. This move just now is the second move to kill swords in the ten directions - the storm style!"

At this time, Liu Meng, who was on the top of the sand dune, spoke again: "Next, I will demonstrate the third to the fifth styles of killing swords in the ten directions, the three styles of Pojun, the dragon killing, and the god-killing. Pay attention to the mind without distractions, and understand the feelings and understanding."

Liu Meng stretched his arms straight, using himself as a guide, using the sword aura around him to drive the desert airflow, causing his toes to start to break away from the ground, and his whole body slowly rotated and rose, coming to mid-air.

Next, Liu Meng held the sword in both hands and slashed hard in the air. Dozens of sword energy hit the distance. This time, the sword energy did not explode, but brought about a violent flow. Dozens of sword energy formed a storm on the surrounding desert, rolling up sand and stones, spreading from the inside to the outside, spreading around.

However, in the blink of an eye, these small whirlwinds changed from a person's size to a tornado several meters high. After several twists, these tornados tend to gather into one.

With a few strokes of Pojun, dozens of tornados appeared, like sweeping across thousands of troops like sweeping mats. Liu Meng did not stop. After demonstrating Pojun, he slowly fell from mid-air. He looked solemn, raised his sword eyebrows, exerted force on his arms, and the giant sword seemed to be covered with a layer of tinder oil. The red light gradually shone, and it was extremely dazzling in the desert where the wild sand was suddenly storming!

Before Ling Zhan could see clearly how the long sword in Liu Meng's hand turned red, he felt that Chi Yang in the sky was extremely dazzling, and his head was dazed. Dozens of tornadoes gathered together at this moment, forming a twenty-meter-long tornado that covered the sky and the sun, and attacked him.

Ling Zhan wanted to take steps, but found that his feet seemed to be filled with lead water, which was extremely heavy.

"Boy, you're pretty good. I'll show you the fourth way of killing swords in the Ten Directions - Dragon Slaying!"

Liu Meng's voice was loud, and he broke through the flying sand and stones, and exploded in Ling Zhan's ears. Ling Zhan was shocked, then he shook his head and said, "I almost got possessed, and removed the distracting thoughts in his heart one by one."

Ling Zhan no longer thought about how powerful the storm in front of him was, but he just thought that everything in front of him was an illusion, and learning the killing sword of the ten directions was a serious matter. Hurry up and use his mind to calm down and integrate into the environment.

The storm was more than fifty meters at this time, about twenty stories high. The sand in the entire desert was driven by it, and the scorching wind made the cheeks hurt.

Ling Zhan once again wrapped his clothes tightly, revealing his eyes, and watching how Liu Meng responded in the distance. He saw Liu Meng not retreating but advancing, holding a long sword in his hand, hooking like silk, running towards the tornado!

Liu Meng's figure gradually grew bigger while running. When he arrived in front of the tornado, he was ten meters high. Ling Zhan blinked, thinking that he had hallucinations. When he looked closely, he found that they were all real.

Like Kuafu chasing the sun, Liu Meng kept running, his shirt broke, revealing his strong and powerful muscles. The red light of the long sword in his hand became more and more hot. When he was more than ten meters away from the tornado, Liu Meng finally moved!

Dragon Sword!

But when a red light flashed, the sword came out of his hand, cutting through the sky, breaking the tornado across his waist, and slaying the dragon with one sword!

Ling Zhan was shocked repeatedly. He could not have imagined how Liu Meng did all this.

As early as the beginning of the simulation, Liu Meng told himself that during the drill, he would copy everything about himself, whether it was his own force or mental power, he would clone it into his body, and then practice the sword of killing in the ten directions in the best way.

In other words, the person standing in the middle of the desert is not Liu Meng, but another self!

"Can I have this kind of power, and I can fight against Tianwei with my own strength alone?" Ling Zhan fell into deep thought and kept muttering to himself.

Seeing this, Liu Meng stopped what he had, put away his sword, waved his sleeves, and the desert in the sun instantly transformed into a cool bluestone alley with a quiet path.

"Boy, I have demonstrated three moves just now. Have you ever understood what have you ever understood?" Liu Meng sat on the stone steps and looked at Ling Zhan calmly.

Ling Zhan shook his head and said a little disappointed: "I just feel that when you take action, Master, you will be like wind and thunder. If you take action again, the world will be peaceful. And I can't do it no matter what."

Liu Meng said: "Ling Zhan, do you know that I did all this just now, and I actually used your power to do it."

"It is precisely because of this that I said I can't do it." Ling Zhan looked away and closed his eyes in disappointment. He was not the spirit of the Bingge Tower. He had tens of thousands of years of experience for him to use. It was not easy to fight against Tianwei by himself alone!

Liu Meng walked over and patted Ling Zhan on the shoulder, and comforted him with a smile: "You haven't done it yet, why do you say you can't do it?" While speaking, Liu Meng deliberately used his spiritual sense to stimulate Ling Zhan.

"Yes, I haven't done it yet, how could I know I can't do it!"

Liu Meng's words seemed to be enlightened, and he woke up the dreamer with one word.
Chapter completed!