Traveling across the globe for the first time

Although the way of death was the same, his perception was different. Every time he was hit by the sword, he would have new perceptions.

These insights are rather scattered and cannot be connected together for the time being. This is because the accumulation is not enough. When he can connect all the insights together, he will be able to get started with the Way of the Sword!

Although the methods used by Wanjie Building are very crude, it must be said that the speed of understanding this method is very fast.

Zhang Haoran couldn't help but complain again: "I've died so many times, I'm a little used to it!

I don’t know what Wanjielou is thinking. After so many deaths, aren’t they afraid that it will leave a psychological trauma on me?”

At the beginning, when death came, the feeling of suffocation brought by death made him feel as if his heart was being squeezed. There was great terror between life and death. No matter how determined he was, the fear in his heart continued to grow.

As the number of deaths increased, Zhang Haoran gradually began to adapt, even became numb, and the fear in his heart dissipated bit by bit.

The understanding of Ba Jian Dao is also gradually deepening.

Anyone who is killed by the same sword technique hundreds of times will have a deep understanding of this sword technique.

As his body was torn to pieces again and again, his understanding continued to deepen. Finally, there came a moment when he connected all his understandings together, and his understanding of the way of the sword reached a new level.

At this time, the swordsman who had killed him hundreds of times finally stopped swinging his sword, his figure gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared completely.

"Mad! It's finally over!"

Zhang Haoran now really had the urge to burst into tears. When he was learning the skills he bought in the Wanjie Building, what he worried about most was having to withstand the strong shock of information.

Now I have to experience the feeling of constant death.

After surviving the information shock, at least he was able to gain some mental strength, so it wasn't a complete loss. The more times he died, the more psychological trauma he would suffer.

"I finally made it through! This time when I go back, I must ask Wanjie Building what's going on. It's fine if they don't give out benefits, but there's no need to be so deceiving, right?"

He always felt that the changes in Wanjie Building this time were huge and he had to figure it out!

The scene around him began to break apart, and he knew it was time to learn the next set of sword techniques.

“I hope it won’t be too bad this time!”

Zhang Haoran took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally.

The next moment, his consciousness began to blur, and when he woke up, he found himself in a brilliant starry sky.

There was deep darkness all around him, with tiny stars in the distance. The nearest planet to him was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

It looks like this time we’ll have to fight in the starry sky.

"Da da da!"

A dull sound of footsteps was heard in the silent starry sky.

Although he was very far away, he could hear it very clearly.

A figure slowly emerged in the distance, and a sharp aura emanated from it.

"He should be the opponent in this level. His appearance is very impressive!"

Zhang Haoran's eyes glowed with golden light. The opponent's figure became clearer and clearer in his eyes. His face was blurry and he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He could only judge from his body shape that he was a human warrior.

The other person was wearing a moon-white robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist. He was walking towards them step by step while stepping into the air.

"Wanjielou finally has some conscience and didn't let him attack right away. I wonder if he is going to learn the fast sword art or the tricky sword art this time?"

Zhang Haoran was very satisfied with this. When he was learning the Dominant Sword Way before, he was not given any time to react, not even time to think carefully. He was completely left to experience with his life what the Dominant Sword Way was.

Only then did he have time to digest the basic information he had received earlier.

Although Wanjie Tower gave him time, it was not long. In just a few minutes, the distance between the two sides was shortened to several thousand miles.

The swordsman seemed to be walking slowly, but every step he took was like shrinking the distance into an inch, and he could walk a long distance.

The distance between the two was rapidly shortened. Zhang Haoran was now unable to use his sword intent and origin. His mental strength and blood were also suppressed to the level of an ordinary peak power.

He was finally no longer the passive recipient of a beating, which made him very satisfied.

Since the attack distance was limited, he only launched the attack when the opponent was within ten miles.

He raised his hand and used the Kang Long You Hui attack, fiercely hitting the opponent. Without the support of sword intent, his strongest attack now was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Hoar!"

A blood-colored dragon roared and rushed out, pouncing on the opponent with bared fangs and claws.

At this time, the swordsman moved, took another step forward, and held the long sword at his waist.

Zhang Haoran didn’t see clearly what the other party did next. He only saw a flash of white light before his eyes, and then the blood-colored dragon dissipated. The next moment, he felt a pain in his head, and his consciousness quickly dissipated.

When Zhang Haoran woke up again, he was confused. What the hell was going on? How could a person disappear in a flash of white light?

This time it was not as bad as the last experience, with no feeling of the body being torn apart, the spirit being crushed, and even no fear before death.

I just saw a flash of white light before my eyes, and then I knew nothing.

He ignored the swordsman who was approaching from a distance again, and began to review everything that had just happened in his mind.

"This guy's sword speed is ridiculous! The attack power is also very high."

He can now be sure that the other party is definitely using the fast sword technique, and his strength is much greater than his own. He should be an emperor-level powerhouse, or a strong emperor-level powerhouse with an Origin Dao of more than 50,000 meters!

Otherwise, the opponent would not be able to defeat the blood-colored dragon with just one sword, and kill him without him even having the chance to react.

You have to know that the attack launched by the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms has double the power, and ordinary emperors cannot do it so easily.

Now he finally understood why Wanjie Building gave him time to prepare.

If he launched an attack right away like before, he might not be able to comprehend the way of the fast sword even if he died thousands of times.

His speed is not as fast as the opponent's now, and his strength is completely crushed. Other means such as sword intent and origin are also useless.

Then you can only delay time as much as possible, let the opponent make more strikes, try to comprehend the fast sword art earlier, and die less times.

Although he died very quickly this time without any bad experience, he still had an instinctive aversion to death.

I always feel that too much death is not a good thing, even if it is not real death.

Zhang Haoran raised his hand and condensed his energy and blood into a long sword.

Although there is no blessing from the Origin Dao and no system to help restore Qi and blood, the energy in the surrounding space is still very rich.

He only relies on his own conversion ability, and he doesn't have to worry about running out of energy after using his ultimate move.

He soon realized that he was overthinking.

No matter what kind of powerful move he uses, the opponent can break it with one sword.

The only thing that made Zhang Haoran feel relieved was that for some reason, the white-clothed swordsman in Wanjie Tower would block his attack first before counterattacking. As long as there was still an attack that could threaten the opponent, he would not kill him.

You should not be hit by attacks, so that the opponent cannot use a strategy that will hurt both sides.

That is to say, after the white-clothed swordsman enters the effective attack range, the more attacks Zhang Haoran launches within a certain period of time, the more sword moves the opponent will have to use to resist.

This gave him the opportunity to comprehend swordsmanship.

"Oh! This means I should fight faster! Wanjielou must have this in mind.

This time, after being killed by the opponent, there was no gain.

That must be it.”

Zhang Haoran analyzed in his mind: "However, why doesn't Wanjielou get an opponent of equal strength? This way the battle will last longer, wouldn't it be easier to comprehend the way of the fast sword?"

In fact, he also understood that Wanjie Tower wanted to use the oppression of death to speed up his comprehension.

However, this feeling of being crushed by someone and beaten like a dog is really too uncomfortable!

After analyzing the opponent's characteristics, he had a way to deal with it. When the white-clothed swordsman just entered the attack range, Zhang Haoran took the lead in launching an attack.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he performed the Lingxi Sword, mixed with the skills of stabbing and ten thousand cold stars, and with his left hand he used the War Dragon in the Wild from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

In an instant, Zhang Haoran stabbed out dozens or even hundreds of swords, and his left hand continuously shot out blood-colored dragons.

For a moment, the starry sky was filled with sword lights, roaring dragons, and rain-like attacks, killing the swordsman in white.

!!!

The opponent still took a step forward before launching an attack.

Clang clang clang, a crisp sound was heard!

The sword light of the white-clothed swordsman came later but arrived first. Every sword could break a sword light. In just a few breaths, all the sword lights and the dragons were destroyed!

fast!

Precision!

This is his first impression!

In Zhang Haoran's eyes, white light flashed, and all the attacks were shattered by the white light. The next moment, another white light expanded in front of his eyes, and his consciousness disappeared again.

"It's really scary! But I also saw a lot of things this time, so I should be able to gain some insights."

After waking up, he fell into deep thought, and began to review in his mind everything that had just happened, carefully comprehending the opponent's swordsmanship.

Only then did he realize that the fast swordsmanship was more difficult to comprehend than the domineering swordsmanship.

swordsman!

Whose sword is not fast? Fast, fierce, and accurate, these are the most basic requirements for a swordsman.

But precisely because of this foundation, it becomes more difficult to gain insights after forming the sword art.

It is no exaggeration to say that when he truly comprehends the way of the fast sword, his strength will be able to be elevated to a higher level.

In the following time, Zhang Haoran put everything aside and performed sword skills at his fastest speed.

And seize the moment of the opponent's attack to comprehend the fast sword art.

In the dark starry sky, no one knew how much time had passed or how many times he had died, but Zhang Haoran's sword-drawing speed became faster and faster.

From the very beginning, he could only take advantage of the initiative and launch a few hundred swords, and he would be killed as soon as the opponent launched an attack.

By now we are able to launch a counterattack once or twice.

He constantly integrated his understanding of the fast swordsmanship into his sword techniques, using the same method against others.

At this time, when the white-clothed swordsman drew his sword, it was no longer just a white light in his eyes, and he could gradually see the trajectory of the opponent's sword.

At this time, it becomes much easier to comprehend.

As his understanding deepened, Zhang Haoran gradually saw through some things.

fast!

It’s all relative!

In the eyes of ordinary people, the speed of a low-level warrior is already very fast, but in the eyes of a high-level warrior, it is almost as slow as a turtle.

The sword technique formed by the quick sword not only increases the speed of attack, but also interferes with the enemy's mind.

After continuous contemplation, Zhang Haoran discovered that in the fast sword art, only one part was about making his sword move faster.

The other part is to suppress the opponent or even confuse the enemy's senses.

When the enemy slows down, you are fast. Even if your sword-drawing speed is only average, it is incredibly fast in the eyes of your opponent. That's enough.

To put it simply, it is to disrupt the enemy's mind through the artistic conception of fast swordsmanship, making him think that you are very fast and unable to react.

The feeling of using the sword's power to suppress the opponent is similar to the Domination Sword.

It's just that one is comprehensive suppression, which holds the opponent firmly there, leaving no room for him to dodge or counterattack, and he can only wait to be killed.

The other is to give the enemy a strong mental shock at the moment of attack, slowing his reaction down or even misleading his senses.

As his understanding of fast swordsmanship deepened, he was gradually able to keep up with the opponent's speed. At the same time, he also strengthened his mental defense, resisted shocks, and blocked interference.

Only then did he realize that although the white-clothed swordsman's sword speed was very fast, his sword skills were very average. Putting aside his fast sword skills, he was just a swordsman of average strength.

Zhang Haoran incorporated his insights from this period of time into it, and his sword-drawing speed became faster and faster, gradually catching up with the speed of the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clad swordsman first had to resolve his attack before launching a counterattack, which gave him an opportunity.

A chance for revenge!

During this period, he was killed too many times by the two swordsmen.

Although he has a strong will, too many deaths have inevitably left some shadows in his heart. This time he wants to vent his anger on his opponent.

"Damn it! Next time I have to spend more value points to buy VIP service from Wanjielou. It's too frustrating to always be abused.

The key is that apart from kendo, there is nothing extra to gain, and I have lost a lot in this aspect!"

Zhang Haoran kept swinging his sword, and the speed of his sword became faster and faster. He didn't want to die again.

Golden sword beams streaked across the sky, attacking the white-clad swordsman like meteors.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

Waves of metallic collision sounds spread far away. The sword beams he slashed out were shattered by the opponent, and bursts of flames exploded in the dark starry sky.

"Hoar!"

Dragon roars were heard, and blood-red dragons flew out from his left hand and quickly pounced on the opponent.

Zhang Haoran burst out with all his strength, barely suppressing the white-clothed swordsman's sword-drawing speed. His eyes became brighter, his understanding in his mind became more and more, and the speed of his sword-drawing became faster and faster.

He now understood the horror of the fast sword technique. No wonder people used to say that the only martial art in the world that cannot be defeated is speed.

This swordsman in white is only at the level of controlling the sword with Qi, and has a not-so-sophisticated sword technique. But he can be suppressed or even killed with just his swift sword skills!

This shows how important speed is to a swordsman!