Chapter Eighty-Seven: Magic Blade Technique

  In the early morning, Fog City was once again shrouded in thick fog, and this time, even inside Fog City, there was a faint mist.

  The Wei family, behind the mountain, a clear wind blows, but it is thin and thick, blowing more and more dense. On a remote cliff, there comes a sound of falling stones.

  Only a figure stood quietly in the midst, its eyes shining brightly, holding a large knife, yet motionless. What was unexpected was that within three meters of its body, the fog could not approach, and all the approaching fog was instantly repelled by the knife's intent.

  The figure was naturally Wei Hong, who at this time maintained his sword-unsheathing posture, silently recalling the magical incantation of knife techniques.

  With a light wave of his right hand, the large knife above emitted a thread of knife aura, which directly collided with the cliff in front.

  Bang

  The violent collision directly caused the rocks on the cliff to fall off.

  "It's still not right." Wei Hong shook his head slightly, muttering to himself. The magical knife technique emphasized the word "illusion". When using the technique, one should cleverly control the enemy and confuse them with illusions. However, when he used it, it was too overbearing.

  It can be said that the Mystic Blade Technique and the Dominating Blade are two completely different styles. Wei Hong took a Resting Pill, causing himself to once again enter the state of unity between his heart and spirit, falling into cultivation.

  。。。。。

  Half a month passed quietly as Wei Hong cultivated the magic knife technique. During this half month, Wei Hong only returned to the courtyard once, instructing Xiao Ye with a few words before starting his cultivation of the knife technique without any distractions.

  The Mystic Blade Technique has four levels. Practicing the first level can create 500 illusory blades, the second level creates 1,000 blades, the third level creates 2,000 blades, and the fourth level creates 3,000 blades. The Mystic Blade Technique emphasizes two things: speed and agility.

  "Cut."

  Wei Hong suddenly opened his eyes, let out a light drink, and saw that one knife was chopping towards the distance. And following Wei Hong's knife, there were actually 500 knives flashing at the same time. Moreover, each knife was so real, as if it was an extension of Wei Hong's hands, instantly producing 500 knives.

  "Boom!"

  A deep crack appeared on the ground, and a hint of joy flashed in Wei Hong's eyes. After half a month, he finally cultivated the first layer successfully. Putting away his sword, Wei Hong also let out a gentle sigh of relief.

  "It seems that Wei Zhen was worried for nothing." Wei Hong said with a smile, during this half month, Wei Zhen had come three times, and only after confirming that he was fine did Wei Zhen leave, while Wei Hong didn't have any uncomfortable feeling at all.

  Suddenly, Wei Hong's eyebrows furrowed, and relying on his spiritual power, he had just felt a faint breath of living things. However, when Wei Hong sensed it again, it seemed to have vanished into thin air.

  "What's going on?"

  Wei Hong couldn't understand, but soon he didn't have time to think about it anymore and was preparing to continue practicing the second level of the Magic Blade Technique. As Wei Hong practiced, even he himself didn't notice that his body was unconsciously emitting a faint aura of killing intent.

  Only saw Wei Hong's knife method getting faster and faster, as if it was out of control, and the killing intent on Wei Hong's body also became more and more intense.

  Kill!

  Kill!

  Deep in his mind, a voice of rage echoed, and with this anger, Wei Hong's eyes turned blood red. At this moment, Wei Hong seemed to have entered a state of madness, and he was dancing wildly with the Overlord Sword, surrounded by chaos.

  "Hmm"

  At the critical moment, Wei Hong relied on the last bit of clarity in his soul to bite the tip of his tongue, and his eyes returned to normal. However, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his face turned slightly pale.

  At this time, when Wei Hong's soul force was deployed, he suddenly felt a hint of living breath again. When he wanted to pursue it, it disappeared without a trace once more. Wei Hong's face changed color as he finally understood what was going on.

  He inserted the Badao into the cliff and sat cross-legged on the ground. Wei Hong thought of the warning given by Wei Zhen, saying that this knife method was created by a demonic cultivator who was surrounded by many people and fell into a desperate situation, and it was created in an instant. It is precisely because of this that the master said that there may be the soul of that demonic cultivator or his unyielding will, so ordinary people cultivate it and fall into it.

  However, Wei Hong has now come to realize that this knife technique should have a strange attack that can confuse people's minds, but it does not have the ability to think, because this knife technique hurts others and also hurts oneself.

  To verify his own idea, Wei Hong stood up again at this time and once again displayed his knife technique. However, his spiritual power was also released externally, and he could only see that as Wei Hong displayed his magical knife technique, his spiritual power actually sensed countless small white dots, which were divided into four directions and attacked the four pieces of the square.

  Those white dots, the naked eye can't see at all, and when looking at the white dots attacking oneself, Wei Hong's knife intent instantly spread throughout his body, forming a circle of encirclement, crushing all the white dots. Moreover, Wei Hong even heard some angry roars that were inaudible to the human ear.

  At this time, Wei Hong's mind sank into it and found that there were also some white dots in his brain, echoing with the distant ones. A cold smile appeared at the corner of Wei Hong's mouth, and a knife intent was directly separated from the depths of his soul, instantly killing all of them.

  He resumed his cultivation, and due to Wei Hong's knife intent surrounding him, all the small white dots were unable to get close to him. After several attempts, Wei Hong had completely mastered the Magic Knife Technique, and the second heavy knife technique was also successfully cultivated.

  "Call,"

  Wei Hong let out a long sigh of relief, the Earth Stage technique, especially the flawed Demon Gate technique, had been cultivated to the second level in just half a month. If others were to find out, they would likely hail Wei Hong as a genius.

  However, Wei Hong was somewhat dissatisfied. To know that in the current Martial Spirit Continent, there was the Sword King in front, who at the age of twelve had already reached the level of Martial Ancestor. Moreover, although Wei Hong had one more point of sword intent than the Sword King, that was also the accumulation of his two lifetimes. His previous life had only grasped one point of sword intent at the age of twenty-five. Behind him was the core disciple of the Wujie Nation's sect.

  Moreover, the Wuji country is just a country of Yueshui or so, and there are more than 30 small countries in the Yueshui domain, more than 20 in China, and more than 10 big countries. The sects of these countries are naturally countless.

  These countries have countless geniuses, so Wei Hong felt a hint of pressure. The path of martial arts is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you'll retreat. Naturally, there can't be a moment of relaxation, and one must strive to pursue forever.

  "Alright kids, all of you stay here!"

  Wei Hong suddenly heard the sound of fighting at this time, and when he heard this sound, Wei Hong couldn't help but frown, his figure moved, and in an instant, he rushed towards the ground.