When entering the mountains outside Bogu City, there was an uncontrollable bounty assassin coming to harass him. Cen Shuang wanted to escape into the deep forest to deal with them, but he didn't expect that more hunters were ambushing in the forest and waiting for an opportunity to move.

In the past, every time the teacher threw her into the eight-wheeled snake altar of Wanlai Gate for several days and nights, she hated the guy who looked gentle and handsome, calling him a human-faced and beastly heart, but at this time Cen Shuang couldn't help but feel secretly grateful. She was like a deer passing by lightly in the forest, agile and agile. The battle lasted from day to night, and the hunters never failed to hit her with a fatal blow.

However, these vicious bounty assassins attacked in tacit understanding and did not give her any breathing opportunity. Late at night, Cen Shuang was still exhausted even though she was very skilled, and she was hit by several hidden weapons. The injured one curled up into a dead corner under a thick tree trunk. The bright red blood slid across the white skin on her arms and legs. She gasped in a hurry and calmly, and her heartbeat spread throughout her body. It sounded like it was echoing in the forest. The chaotic scenes kept rolling in her mind, forming a pool of stagnant water that could not be steamed.

When the teacher first taught her swordsmanship, she once said: The sword in the swordsman's hand has life. Only when it drinks your blood will he listen to you. However, although she has spent many years of blood licking, she still has a kind of resistance to blood that seems to be inherently difficult to unravel.

A cold feeling came from the palm of her hand. She looked down at the sword in her hand, a sword she knew very well. Because it was the teacher, she accompanied the teacher through countless battles and protected herself countless times.

It was a sword that split silk. The sword was not the name of the sword, but a type, a sword that a lower-level swordsman like her was not qualified to use.

This kind of sword does not look much different from the traditional sword in the appearance, but it is a product of mechanical civilization in the era of the Divine Awareness Master.

During the period after the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty, the land that had been watering sadness and blood and tears for years finally grew full buds of civilization. After the skilled Lu craftsmen invented transmission devices such as gears, balls, and tracks, generations of mechanics have worked hard to design more and more sophisticated machines, allowing people to complete complex tasks that were unimaginable in the past through increasingly simpler movements.

However, soon, the steps of mechanical civilization had to become stagnant in the face of a fatal bottleneck. People gradually discovered that no matter how exquisite the machine is, the ratio between the effort and the effect it received did not decrease at all, and sometimes it became more difficult.

The lack of power has made the mechanics in the world very lonely for some years. It was not until Sikong Tao Xingyuan of the Song Dynasty invented a simple thing - gas cylinder. He led the students to build a factory on the Sishui River in the Song Dynasty, creatively designed a huge and extremely complex turbine. With the help of the surging water flow, the air is continuously poured into small metal bottles. These bottles that store high-pressure air can provide continuous power for machinery anytime and anywhere.

In today's world, gas cylinders have become a basic energy commonly used in various fields. All countries along the Yellow River have built gas cylinder factories of varying sizes along the river.

War and civilization are always two and a half arcs on the rim of history. After the troubled times opened the era of the Divine Awakening Master, the gas cylinders that were originally used as energy were used by the ingenious weapon masters of Wu Yue, Southeast, and boldly transformed traditional cold weapons. They developed a series of epoch-making weapons with the power of gas cylinders for the end of the warrior class. The Split Sword is one of them.

The sword-caster designed the hilt of the sword into hollowness, and installed a row of rotors that clamp each other in the entire sword body. There was a strange internal pattern on one side of the sword blade, and the opening was thinner than the hair. After the gas cylinder was placed in the hilt of the sword, the trigger machine would release a strong airflow to the sword body and swing the rotor. After the breath was intertwined, it rushed out from the sword blade wind, thus forming a trembling air wave. If the sword technique was used properly, the sharp air wave would be enough to extend to hundreds of steps away, killing people invisibly.

In the early years, the sword in the early years would have a sound that looked like a silk-cut silk being torn apart when the air waves rushed out, so it was called the silk-breaking sword. Later, the craftsmen gradually disappeared from the sound, but this name was always used.

The reason why Cen Shuang is not qualified to use the sword technique of the rifting sword is because the sword method used correctly has always been a secret skill of high-level swordsmen, mainly used to fight against the Divine Awareness Master. Although the teacher gave her the sword before her death, he had no time to teach her to use the sword.

Starting from Wuyangquan and running all the way here, although Cen Shuang had never met the Shenjue Master, he tried to trigger the silk-breaking sword to deal with the enemy several times when he was in a desperate situation. However, he flew around under the huge recoil of the surging sword energy, and finally fell in a mess, and his body seemed to be reconnected. However, there were also three or two accidental attacks, so he escaped from danger.

Just as she was hesitating whether to try again, the hunters were approaching quietly. Cen Shuang, who felt the murderous aura, jumped out of the tree trunk, but it was too late. A thorny iron whip instantly wrapped around her ankles, and the iron thorns were tugged into her flesh, and the pain was pierced. Then a string of dart arrows flew towards her from all around without mercy.

In the blink of an eye, she paid a heavy price for her slackness for a moment, lost any room for shedding, and had no choice but to accept her fate.

Just as hundreds of iron darts were about to pierce into her body one after another, fate arranged these rapid dart arrows that suddenly stopped in the air as if they had solidified.

One foot stepped on the floating iron dart.

Then, a figure slowly walked down the track of a string of iron darts and walked all the way to Cen Shuang. Cen Shuang knew that he had finally met the legendary Master of Divine Awakening.

The divine aware master raised his arm forward, and screams came from the depths of the dense forest. With those screams, one by one, axe and boring hammer flew straight from the trunks, gathered above his raised palms, and made a loud noise, sparks burst out, and soon a huge ball of "iron balls" formed.

After the hunters around were all taken away their weapons, the Shenjue Master whistled and suddenly flew over a ball of black things and circled quickly in the forest for a while. With the muffled sounds, the hunters were hit by the black shadows one by one.

Just as the stories about the Divine Awareness Master Cen Shuang has repeatedly proved that Cen Shuang had heard in the past, all the remaining hunters were wisely fleeing in front of overwhelming power.

"So he saved you..." the old man asked in confusion.

"No," Cen Shuang sat opposite the old man, slightly frowned, and said, "After repelling the bounty assassins, the divine sense master jumped onto the black shadow, and then the black shadow swooped towards me. Before I could react, I was swept up by it. Its speed was extremely fast and rushed out of the woods. Soon, the big trees that had not seen the top were already far away from my feet. My ankles were still bleeding, and the blood kept dripping down my toes, and I couldn't hear the sound... Then I realized that the black shadow was a strange bird."

"I think about it now, I still doubt whether it was dreaming. Its wings were spread out, almost as big as this roof. I was grabbed by it. Its claws were not as rugged as usual bird claws, but as thick as the palms of beasts. And it was covered with black feathers, which were said to be feathers, and more like fish scales. I saw its wings reflected a shiny light under the moon..."

The old man nodded. He had indeed heard that in places where people were unable to reach, there were extremely large alien beasts. Some people said that they were pets left by ancient giants, and some people said that they were mutant branches of the descendants of the dragon. In short, for ordinary people, they can be regarded as species from another world and will never be easily seen. If they show their traces in a certain place, people would inevitably change their faces and think that this is a sign that the gods are about to bring disasters.

However, it seems that this is not the case now. It turns out that these strange beasts can be tamed by people.

"Yes," said Cen Shuang, "the divine master rode on its back, laughing loudly, and the black bird kept screaming, as if responding to him. The sound was deafening, and every wave of screams came, my whole body was trembling. At that time, I had no strength on my body, so I could only let it hold it like that, thinking that this might be my ending..."

"But at this time, something strange happened," Cen Shuang's eyes roared, "It seemed like it had tripped..."

"After tripping?" The old man was a little puzzled, "How could a bird tripping in the sky..."

"No, but that feeling was like a trip," said Cen Shuang, "and then it seemed that it could not fly, and it fell down, as if a force pulled us down, and that force... was like a wind, because, when it was falling, shouldn't the breath blowing from below? But I felt that the wind around me was coming from above, extremely violent, and the sound of the wind was very strange, or... wonderful..."

"What do you say?" The old man listened attentively.

Cen Shuang lowered his head and thought for a while: "I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, it's... very ethereal and transparent, like... like the stars in the sky are falling. If the breeze is a stream and the strong wind is a wave, then the wind is rain," she raised her head again and said slowly: "A rain that never falls to the ground."

Cen Shuang didn't notice the old man's face for a moment, and continued, "We were dragged by the wind and fell into the woods, rushing around the forest. The trunks along the way were broken by the black bird. At that time, it was in chaos. I only saw the broken wood in front of me, and the sound of the trunks cracking in my ears. It seemed that after a long time, we fell to the ground."

"I fell so much that it hurts. After the divine master fell down, he seemed to be frightened and very scared. He got up and shouted in his mouth. I couldn't quite understand what he called, but I just felt that his voice had changed. I saw him yelling, and climbed up the bird's back in a panic, flapping his hands constantly. The black bird knew what he meant, and quickly flapped his wings and flew away. The wind that was pouring out blew me far away..."

Only then did Cen Shuang realize that the old man was dazed and his body trembled slightly, as if he was no longer listening to her story.

Hearing her call, the old man came to his senses, but his lips were moving and he couldn't speak for a long time. He grabbed the wine pot and looked up and drank it, but he didn't realize that the pot was actually empty.

"Old man, what's wrong?" Cen Shuang asked.

The old man finally spoke: "What you said should be the wind, but... that's not ordinary wind..."

"I also doubted whether there was another divine master. Did he make this wind? Because it was too strange, but it didn't appear later. Is there something wrong with this...?" Looking at the old man's reaction, Cen Shuang vaguely felt that this was not as simple as he thought.

"That's the art of qi," the old man took a deep breath, looked at Cen Shuang with a serious expression, and said: "You must know that except for the illusion of virtual and real, the divine consciousness in the world, all other things must be used in tangible things. After all, the illusion is just a illusion of color, and cannot create physical objects. The ability of 'stay' to drive wind control is to transform the invisible energy into a tangible wind..." The old man's voice began to tremble involuntarily: "This is an extremely profound divine consciousness technique. Since the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty, no one has ever heard of anyone doing it. This is not only because it has very strict requirements on the purity of divine consciousness, but more importantly, this is the evil technique that the Holy See has banned for hundreds of years. Do you know why?"

Cen Shuang shook his head.
Chapter completed!