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    The soft sword is very flexible, like a poisonous snake in the hand, and difficult to control.  If you are not careful, the tip of the sword will scratch your arm, leaving a trail of blood.  The young man never made a sound or spoke. To him, these pains were as if they were someone else's.  Day after day, year after year, time always passes inadvertently.  Wu Ming seemed to be used to this kind of existence. He quietly watched the young man practice his sword, and occasionally followed him to practice. Although it was only occasionally, it accumulated over the years, and it lasted for a long time.  Until now, Wu Ming practices swordsmanship with the young man every day. He doesn't have a sword, so he uses his true energy to condense one. However, this control is obviously much stronger than the soft sword in the young man's hand, and it cannot reach the young man's level of practice.  .  It was another three years and the boy went out again. This was Wu Ming¡¯s favorite thing before.  To be honest, boring sword practice is really not interesting at all. He likes to go out and watch.  I don¡¯t know if Wu Ming¡¯s thoughts have changed over the years. He even has the idea of ????penetrating hard and is reluctant to go out.  Perhaps, Wu Ming was also assimilated by this boy.  In fact, the purpose of the young man walking around the world is not for fame, but for the sword. Yes, it is his sword. He is sharpening a sword, a sword of his own. It is not the sword in his hand, but the sword in his hand.  The sword in my heart that never gives up.  It is normal to be famous in the world.  He just disappeared for three years and was replaced by a soft sword. Few people can recognize him anymore.  There is one game after another, and Wu Ming can learn a lot from each sword fight.  He has powerful internal skills such as the Nine Yang Divine Art, he has domineering offensive palms such as the Dragon Subduing Divine Palm and the Dragon Subduing Divine Legs, he has extremely fast footwork such as Chasing Immortal Steps, and he has weird  He has many tricky and flexible Holy Spirit sword skills. Therefore, Wu Ming feels that it is normal to be able to kill people or defeat his opponents beyond his level.  But the young man in front of him had nothing, he had no master.  He didn't learn swordsmanship systematically from anyone, he didn't have any peerless internal skills or peerless swordsmanship, and he didn't even own a sword at the beginning, but he grew to be like him.  Just relying on what he learned here and there, just relying on his own random thinking, and just relying on his repeated practice day after day, this young man's strength is already invincible at the same level.  Wu Ming compared it himself and found that if he were in the same realm, even with the nine-turn golden body protection, he would probably not be the opponent of this young man.  Wu Ming felt inexplicably moved by this young man's dedication to the sword. The sword seemed to be everything to him in his life.  In Wu Ming's life, he has many, many things, and he cannot be like a teenager.  He couldn't be as cruel as a young man. He was really too cruel to himself, so cruel that even Wu Ming, as an outsider, felt the urge to cry when he looked at it.  This is a true warrior!  For more than ten years, he practiced swordplay every day when he had time. When he didn't have time, it was when he was eating, sleeping and competing with swords. Even when he was on the road, he would practice swordplay.  Even if I just gesture with my fingers.  This young man¡¯s sword practice has reached an obsessive level.  This spirit gradually moved and assimilated Wu Ming. Wu Ming seemed to have found his own existence. He was no longer confused and numb when he first entered this world. He seemed to have endless motivation. He seemed to see the young man standing at the top in the future.  At that time, he didn't want to fall behind, didn't want to stay where he was, and he didn't want to always wait for some powerful character to appear and make him feel oppressed before he worked hard.  He felt that he could endure this endless loneliness and practice martial arts boringly and repeatedly.  The young man quickly defeated his opponent again. This time, a heaven-level swordsman was defeated. This time the young man was definitely a real celebrity.  Compared to the beginning where his reputation was only spread among lower-class warriors, now his reputation has spread in the ears of many first-class and even super sect elders, and no one has a look of disdain anymore.  But shocked.  This young man¡¯s progress shocked them, but it also aroused the curiosity and envy of more people.  And only Wu Ming, who knew the boy well, understood that all these things that seemed like miracles were definitely an inevitable result.  Young effort.  His fruits will be reaped.  At this time, the young man was only in the realm of the third heaven of Mingshen, but his sword was so fast that even heaven-level warriors could not resist it. He had crossed so many realms that even Wu Ming could not do it.  He was not shocked at all. He knew how much the young man had paid. Compared with his efforts, such gains were not worth mentioning at all.  He practiced his sword in heavy rain, in floods, under waterfalls, and in sea water. Every move he made was done with all his strength. Every time he practiced sword practice, he had to practice until there was no trace of strength to support him.  Only then would he fall down and rest. Even after exhausting his energy, his body would subconsciously follow the movements. In fact, he had already fallen asleep standing up.  There are many jealous people, and even many people from super sects want to steal the young man¡¯s cultivation techniques.  Crossing three major realms and defeating opponents, there are enough small realms of more than twenty heavens,This kind of skill can definitely be called a god-level skill.  In fact, this is just a habitual movement of the young man. He does not have any skills. His sword skills are all figured out by himself. He just repeats this simple movement. I don¡¯t know how many millions of people have practiced each move.  This time, with this kind of inertia, every move he made became a habit. He practiced his sword in the water and was able to strike extremely fast under huge pressure. With only air as resistance, his speed was several times faster.  He doesn¡¯t have any profound skills, all he has is terrible persistence and hard work.  The young man escaped again. This time, he was chased by many experts who were above the sixth level of heaven. After all, the young man still had more than enough ambition but not enough power.  He escaped, left, and hid in a small mountain village, near the valley where the sword was buried last time. He buried the soft sword because the sword injured one of his friends in his hand, a man who had once accidentally  They met and made friends, and when they were being hunted down later, this friend who he thought also wanted to kill him was accidentally injured by him. Although the incident finally came to light and his friend never blamed him, he still felt that the sword was injured.  His friend, he couldn't use it anymore.  At this time, the young man was almost thirty. He had already reached the age of standing up, and he still practiced swordplay non-stop every day.  He made a black iron sword that weighed more than several hundred kilograms. As before, he repeated simple actions under rivers and waterfalls every day. This had become his habit.  At this moment, Wu Ming burst into tears. He could feel the young man's emphasis on friendship and his dedication to the sword. All of this shocked him.  What shocked him even more was that he actually knew this man's experiences when he was young.  Yes, when burying the sword, Wu Ming had some vague guesses. Until the black iron sword appeared later, he knew who the young man in front of him was.  There are few legends about him in the world because no one knows his name.  There are many legends about him in the world.  Because of his legendary achievements in the future.  He does not exist in the world because no one knows what kind of existence he is.  There are many of him in the world, because the swordsmanship he passed down is the swordsmanship that defeats all martial arts in the world!  He is the Sword Demon, he is Dugu Qiubai!  No one in the world remembers his existence, but he does exist.  Until thousands of years later.  Feng Qingyang accidentally obtained his inheritance, so Dugu Nine Swords appeared, shocking the world with his moves that broke the world of martial arts, attracting countless people's attention. At this time, the legend of the sword demon Dugu Qiuqiu appeared in the world, and there was  His legend is never much remembered.  Wu Ming burst into tears.  He cried.  He has never thought that he would be moved to tears by other people's stories. How many other people's things are worthy of moving him?  He is an orphan. He has been an orphan for two lifetimes. He can't find his parents or even his relatives. It's pitiful.  He is worthy of sympathy. He has been strong and fearless until now, so why not?  He doesn't need sympathy and pity, and he won't sympathize with others. He often dismisses other people's stories. Be strong?  effort?  diligent?  In his bloody life, it was all pale and ridiculous.  But this moment.  Finally he couldn't bear it anymore.  He has always believed that those senior masters who are famous in the world and left their names for future generations all have a good starting point, no matter how low the starting point is.  That all has a certain basis.  Just like orphans who have become bosses and officials through their own efforts, he is not surprised or shocked at all, because even orphans have the opportunity to study and go to school. Maybe they had a hard time in the early stage, and Wu Ming also deeply  Have experience.  But that is the basis. If you can achieve such an achievement without even having the opportunity to study, that would be very good, but it is only very good.  Indeed, compared to the years of struggle of Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, the gap between them is really too far.  Since coming out, Wu Ming has never seen the boy's parents. It is obvious that the boy's parents either died young or abandoned him.  In other words, Dugu Qiufei did not have such a perfect childhood, not even comparable to those orphans. His life depended entirely on himself, and he had to work hard to practice swordsmanship while living. How old was he then?  There is no teacher, no companion, no friend, no acquaintance, no charity, all he has is his strong heart. He may have watched the swordsman's competition, and then secretly learned a few moves, and then began to practice day after day.  Year after year of hard training.  Then in every battle, he would pay a huge price, either escape with serious injuries, or try his best to defeat the opponent.  Step by step, along the way, Wu Ming witnessed it with his own eyes. He saw it so clearly. The tough life of young Dugu Qiubai never gave up his persistence to the sword and his cherishment of his friends, even when the other party wanted to hurt him.  , finally moved him at this moment.  The young man practiced hard again. After a few years, he againAfter going out, he returned to the valley again after a few years. After that, he stopped going out because the reason for coming back this time was because he could no longer find an opponent.  He is already invincible and has defeated all the masters in the world, whether with a sword or not!  Until he lived in seclusion in the valley, many legends about him circulated in the world, but no one knew what his name was, who he was, and whose family he was.  In the valley, he raised an eagle. With the eagle accompanying him every day, he seemed to become a little more cheerful. He would occasionally talk to the eagle, and then he would practice the boring sword again, one sword after another, and another.  For a few years, he stopped practicing swordsmanship, and he didn't need to practice swordsmanship. At this time, every plant and tree could become a sword in his hands. He began to like to hide in caves and meditate, not knowing what he was thinking.  Time started to pass slowly, but it eventually passed. At this time, Dugu Qiubei's hair had gone white, and he still liked to meditate in the cave.  On this day, he dug out the sword that he had buried first. It was like meeting an old friend. He held it in his hand and stroked it. Then a sword intent flashed through his hand and penetrated into the sword. He put it in his hand.  The sword was thrown away, at the foot of a high mountain, in a deserted mountain wilderness.  He came back here again. In the cave, he carved dozens of words with his sword: After more than thirty years in the rivers and lakes, he killed all the enemies and defeated all the heroes. There was no one in the world who could resist him. He had nothing to do but live in seclusion in a deep valley.  , take the eagle as your friend.  Alas, if you seek failure in your life, you will never get it, and you will be lonely and embarrassed.  Wu Ming felt the unparalleled sword intent on Dugu Qiubai's finger, and there seemed to be a blood boiling and burning in his heart.  Suddenly, Dugu Qiubei raised his head, a flash of light appeared in his cloudy eyes, and a terrifying sword intent stabbed Wu Ming.  "Are you a swordsman?"
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