Living in the world of pirates

Wang Ye took a good posture and slowed down the meditation breathing method.

Feeling his own Qi, gradually, the Qi from the outside world also appeared in Wang Ye's mind.

Wang Ye cannot enter the state of meditation breathing method yet, but Wang Ye can sense something when he slows down the use.

As time passed, Wang Ye found the corresponding pattern, quickly drew his sword, and struck the iron man.

"Ding!"

Wang Ye opened his eyes and looked at the slash marks on the iron man, which were still the same as before.

Lei Li on the side watched Wang Ye enter a state, then drew his sword and violently slashed at the iron man.

After looking at the damage to the Iron Man, he looked at the already damaged knife in Wang Ye's hand, and added a few small gaps.

The corners of Lei Li's eyes couldn't help but twitch. He felt that Wang Ye seemed to be more suitable for him with fists than with a knife.

"In this world, there are many people who use knives. Some of them think that it is easier to cause harm with knives than with fists. Whether it is a knife or a gun, to them it is just a weapon or tool for killing enemies. That’s all, as long as it can kill the enemy, they can use anything.”

"Some people think that swords are a part of life, and swords are an extension of the limbs. In their opinion, learning swordsmanship is the same as learning martial arts of fists and kicks. Improve your swordsmanship or martial arts by challenging powerful and famous people. A strong man, and surpassing everyone in swordsmanship. Stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship to prove your skills."

"Whether it's to kill enemies or to stand at the top of swordsmanship, everyone uses a sword for a reason. Wang Ye, what's your reason for using a sword?"

Lei Li's eyes flickered and he stared at Wang Ye closely. An aura emerged from his body, oppressing Wang Ye and at the same time, he was also waiting for Wang Ye's answer.

Under this momentum, Wang Ye felt a lot of pressure. In order to kill the enemy? Or is it to stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship?

Wang Ye didn't feel it at all. He gritted his teeth and roared:

"When I use a sword, I feel that the people who use it are very handsome! No matter how many enemies I kill, I still want to stand at the top of the swordsmanship! If you want to use it, you just want to use it. That's all in life! Just be cool! Just be handsome!"

"Pfft."

"Hahahaha! Brother Wang Ye is right, no matter what the pinnacle of swordsmanship is, just use it if you want, as long as he is handsome!"

"Hahahaha, brother Wang Ye, I support you. This is a cool reason, isn't it!"

"Hahaha, that's right. People should live in a smart way. What nonsense is it to be the best in the world? There is no fun in life. What's the use of learning so much."

"For Brother Wang Ye, cheers!"

"cheers!"

"Cheers to freedom and freedom!"

"cheers!"

"Hahaha!"

The people at the banquet naturally felt the movements of Wang Ye and Lei Li. When they heard Wang Ye's words, they also laughed and applauded.

He drank several glasses of wine towards Wang Ye.

After the pressure from Lei Li dissipated, Wang Ye sat down on the ground, holding up the somewhat damaged long knife with one hand, breathing heavily and laughing.

"Clap clap clap."

"That's a good reason, Wang Ye. If you want to look handsome, you have to work hard."

Rayleigh clapped his hands and said with a smile, he felt that using the sword was very exciting, but how can one be handsome if he is not strong? Isn't the strongest one more handsome?

"I understand, Senior Rayleigh."

Wang Ye nodded, stood up after a while.

"Now that you have embarked on the path of using a sword, you must treat the sword as a part of your body and an extension of your limbs."

"Everything in the world has its own unique breath. If you want to reach the realm of cutting iron, you have to feel the breath of the thing you want to cut."

"My own unique energy and will are condensed on the blade, and combined with my sword skills, I can cut off the breathing thing in front of me."

"Remember, everything in the world breathes. Since there is breathing, there is nothing that can't be cut off."

"If you can't cut it for a while, it can only be because your own will is not cohesive enough, and your own Qi is not strong enough!"

After Wang Ye listened, he thought about what he had done originally, and then asked with some confusion:

"I can feel the breath of the thing I want to cut off, and I have condensed my own will and energy on the blade, but every time I can only cut through the iron man a little bit smoothly. The cracks and subsequent destruction are all due to the miracles of great strength.”

"You haven't experienced many battles, so you can perform like this, which surprises me."

"Actually, you said that you felt that you condensed your own will and energy on the blade. There are some mistakes here."

"When you enter that unique state, I can feel your will and energy condensing in your hands."

"But when you bring this kind of condensation to the blade, it's not completely achieved."

"During this process, you condense your will and energy tightly into your hands and the handle of the knife that you hold tightly."

"During this process, you only focused on the concentration of will and the iron man's breathing, and did not take into account the breathing of the knife itself."

"The knife is a part of your life, and the knife is an extension of your limbs. But you have not carefully felt the breath of the knife itself, and integrated its breath into your body."

"The handle of the knife you hold is just integrated into your body, so you can only cut a mediocre scar."

Lei Li showed Wang Ye a few positions and explained the mistakes Wang Ye made when he was slashing and comprehending.

The breath of the knife itself?

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Wang Ye held the scabbard with his left hand and the handle with his right hand, and thought about it carefully again.

Wang Ye, who closed his eyes, quickly entered the state. With his slow breathing, he soon felt himself.

Slowly, Wang Ye sensed the energy from the outside world, and his consciousness also focused on the iron man in front of him.

But this was not enough. Wang Ye felt the knife in his hand with the touch in his hand.

Soon, another burst of energy appeared. Wang Ye felt happy at first, but soon felt that something was wrong.

Although the energy itself was connected, it was intermittent. Wang Ye quickly understood that it was the handle and scabbard.

The real blade has not been felt yet.

Needing to feel the three qi, Wang Ye now feels drowsy even when he slowly uses the meditation breathing method.

Working hard, Wang Ye continued to sense the blade in the scabbard.

Thinking of the shape of the long knife, slowly, a vague aura appeared in Wang Ye's mind.

As this Qi became completely clear, Wang Ye felt that he was somewhat damaged. Wang Ye seemed to hear a scream, but then there was a jolt of joy.

"Are you happy? Me too!"

"Langya! Xiaoyue!"

"Ow!"

Wang Ye opened his eyes and made a quick slash. He let out a wolf howl under the rapid slashes of his body and long sword.

"Chong!"

The long knife turned in Wang Ye's hand and was put into its sheath.

The combined light of the sword being drawn out and retracted looks like a full moon.

After making this cut, Wang Ye felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and his consciousness began to blur.

Knife, broken.

But today, let’s get started with cutting iron!