After a long time.

The old man suddenly came back to his senses.

Lin Mo's strange sword energy, he always felt as if he had heard of it somewhere.

"Why can't you remember?"

He scratched his hair and muttered to himself.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Don't think about it!"

"This is the goal that countless sword cultivators pursue for a lifetime!"

"The Rhythm of Kendo!"

Hearing these four words, the old man suddenly recalled.

Yes, it is the rhythm of kendo.

"Is that human being?"

After thinking of this, the old man suddenly exclaimed.

Hundreds of weapons have their own rhymes, and the rhythms of Taoism they have realized are also varied.

But there is one thing in common.

That is difficult to climb to the sky.

Swords, spears, fists, etc., as long as they can understand the rhythm, all of them are geniuses among geniuses.

Like his old man, he is over a hundred years old.

Not to mention Dao Yun, I have never even had an opportunity to have an epiphany.

At this point, he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed.

This back wave is really inappropriate!

Compared to the shock of the old man.

At this moment, Hu Quan's eyes are constantly shining.

This is the supreme swordsmanship he pursues.

Between swinging the sword, the corpse floats for thousands of miles!

In this way, Lin Mo was under the gaze of the young and old.

Demonstrated Sword Twenty again.

Just waiting for him to stop.

The Yanwu Platform at his feet has been in ruins.

Those cubic meters of marble have become slag.

Even the grass within a few dozen meters of Yanwutai was a mess.

After Lin Mo regained his senses, he was obviously stunned for a while.

"How is this going?"

The old man's mouth twitched, and he repeated everything just now.

After learning the truth, Lin Mo couldn't react for a while.

Originally, he was just thinking about what method to use to make it easier for Guisou and Hu Quan to learn how to use the sword.

Without thinking of this ecstasy, I had an epiphany.

"The rhythm of swordsmanship?"

After Lin Mo said a word to himself, he closed his eyes subconsciously.

For a while, the breeze was rising all around.

Withered leaves fell from the trees, swaying in the wind.

Lin Mo slowly raised his hand and squeezed it casually.

A dead yellow leaf appeared between his two fingers.

Along with Lin Mo, he flicked it casually.

The fragile yellow leaves flew out instantly like bullets.

It pierced through the trunks of several trees together, which was nailed to the rock in the distance.

Check out the doorway!

The old man, who is also a master, saw the power generated by this casual throw, and his pupils shrank instantly.

If you are using spiritual energy.

He admits that he can barely cause such an effect.

But just now, he didn't feel the slightest aura fluctuation from Lin Mo at all.

In other words, Lin Mo is completely relying on his own sword energy to drive Huang Ye.

And those who can achieve this level are all masters of kendo master level.

dying!

This Lin Mo is only in his twenties!

The successive blows made the old man depressed in an instant.

At this time, Lin Mo also slowly opened his eyes.

Rao is because of his strong state of mind, but in this one, he still couldn't help showing surprise.

With the rhythm of kendo, he has a deeper understanding of swordsmanship.

At the same time, the use of sword qi is also more skillful.

Although the reduction in combat power caused by the loss of heart blood is extremely serious.

But in his current state, even if he only uses sword energy, it is enough to compete with ordinary masters.

At this moment, he couldn't help but start to look forward to it, waiting for his strength to recover.

The power of his trump card, Jian Shun, will reach an even more terrifying level.

When Lin Mo was overjoyed, he suddenly saw a figure he didn't want to see.

For a while he couldn't help frowning!

"Congratulations to Lin Yisheng's enlightenment, the rhythm of swordsmanship..." JrNovels.com