Chapter 216 White-Robed Swordsman

"Damn it, how could this happen!"

The moment Xue Mingqing was fixed in place, he cursed inwardly, and a look of horror immediately appeared on his face.

As expected of the legendary Gongsun Tai, he easily controlled his body!

"Roar, roar, roar..."

On the other side, the blood corpse was unable to move, and he roared continuously and struggled hard.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he struggled, his feet could not move forward!

The remaining people naturally noticed Xue Mingqing and the blood corpse who were fixed in place and unable to move.

However, they all took a quick look and immediately turned their heads to study the statues in the hall again.

At this moment, every minute and every second is extremely precious.

They really have no mind to care about other things.

Chu Tian stood in front of a statue.

The statue depicts a swordsman holding a long sword and raising it above his head.

The swordsman's face was cold, and between his eyebrows seemed to be an amazing momentum of moving forward without fear.

Chu Tian raised his hand and placed it on the swordsman.

Boom!

Suddenly, a strong sword intent came directly to his face, piercing Chu Tian's face and causing a slight pain.

"Sword intent!"

Chu Tian immediately shook his head and let go of his hand.

Then, he took a few steps and stood in front of another statue.

The statue depicted a tall ape with a ferocious face and a fist blasting forward. The protruding hairs on his body were even more visible.

Chu Tian placed his palm on the fist that the ape blasted forward.

Roar!

Suddenly, a roar came out!

Chu Tian saw a huge fist as white as frost blasting towards his face at a high speed.

"Fist intent!"

Chu Tian was startled and quickly let go of his palm.

Then, he continued to walk to the next statue.

At this moment, everyone else present was like Chu Tian, ​​placing their palms on the statues one by one, feeling the martial arts artistic conception contained in them.

Soon, someone found a martial arts realm that suited him and began to comprehend with his eyes closed.

Puff!

A disciple of the Blood Tower placed his palm on a statue and tried to comprehend with his eyes closed. However, after only two or three breaths, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and he took several steps back.

Then, he snorted coldly and placed his palm on the statue again.

Puff!

However, the moment his palm touched the statue, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was thrown out fiercely and fell heavily to the ground.

The others turned their heads and took a look, and there was a trace of contempt on their faces.

Obviously, the foundation of this disciple of the Blood Tower was too shallow, and he was not qualified to comprehend the martial arts realm contained in the statue!

He forced to comprehend, but was immediately backfired!

It took almost dozens of breaths of time for Chu Tian to simply study all the statues present.

For him, only two statues were suitable for comprehending.

One of the statues is a swordsman, wielding a broadsword, with a strong sword spirit.

The other statue is a red bird, with its wings spread out, burning with blazing flames, and containing the artistic conception of fire.

After thinking for a few breaths, Chu Tian walked to the statue of the swordsman and sat down cross-legged.

He had at least a glimpse of the artistic conception of the sword, but he had no idea of ​​the artistic conception of fire.

Comparing the two, it is naturally more appropriate to comprehend the artistic conception of the sword!

What's more, he is now eager to improve his strength.

Compared with the artistic conception of fire, the attack power of the artistic conception of the sword is more powerful.

Chu Tian sat cross-legged, released his divine thoughts, and easily invaded the swordsman statue.

Swish!

Chu Tian felt a flash in front of his eyes, and instantly came to a yellow sand desert.

The sun was high and the heat was rolling.

A swordsman in white stood in the desert, holding a silver broadsword, the sword passed over his head, roared, and chopped it down fiercely!

Swish!

Countless sword lights flashed out immediately, like a silver waterfall, falling from the sky, suddenly dispersing, and then merging into one again. Lightning struck the yellow sand, and a long huge crack appeared on the ground immediately!

The strange thing is!

This crack in the desert solidified all of a sudden, and it did not disperse for a long time. The yellow sand on both sides did not flow to the crack in the middle at all!

"Hiss!"

Seeing this scene, Chu Tian took a breath of cold air.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the long crack in the desert, motionless, and his brain began to work at high speed.

"Knife intention, knife intention, knife intention..."

Chu Tian's face was dull, and he kept muttering these two words.

What is intention?

A question suddenly broke into Chu Tian's mind.

Intention is will!

If I want to have it, I must not be without it!

If I want to be without it, I must not have it!

If I want to separate, I must not be together!

If I want to disperse, I must not gather!

Intention is also artistic conception!

Rain is a mood, wind is a mood, falling leaves are a mood, lightning is also a mood!

Meaning is emotion!

Joy is a mood, anger is a mood, anxiety is a mood, helplessness is also a mood!

Same!

Meaning can be a mountain, water, the sun, the moon, everything in the world, or even... nothing!

Chu Tian's brain was running at high speed.

He felt as if he had grasped something, but it seemed as if he had grasped nothing!

Crash!

Suddenly, the picture flowed backwards, and Chu Tian came to the initial moment again.

The yellow sand desert, the scorching sun hanging high.

A white-clothed swordsman raised a silver sword, roared, and chopped it down fiercely!

The sword light was sharp, as fast as a waterfall, and suddenly merged into one, fiercely chopped on the ground, and a long and eye-catching crack immediately appeared, which could not be restored to its original state for a long time.

"This knife obviously contains the will of the white-clothed swordsman. Due to his will, the crack that was split can't be restored to normal for a long time. The will is not dispersed, and the crack is not gone!"

"This knife also contains the emotions of the white-clothed swordsman. When he swung the knife, he was excited, like a galloping horse, unstoppable!"

"Perhaps, this knife also contains other things, but I can't see it for the time being..."

Chu Tian murmured in a low voice.

Crash.

Not long after, the picture flowed backwards.

The initial scene appeared again.

The desert was covered with yellow sand and the sun was high in the sky.

The white-robed swordsman stood alone in the desert. He roared, raised the silver sword in his hand, and slashed it down fiercely!

Bang!

The silver sword light fell to the ground with lightning speed, and a long and eye-catching crack suddenly appeared on the ground, which could not heal itself for a long time.

Chu Tian stared at the crack on the ground with wide eyes, and his eyes flashed with a thoughtful look.

Immediately, he moved his eyes away from the crack and looked up at the white-robed swordsman.

"Hiss... I understand, I understand!"

Suddenly, Chu Tian showed a happy expression on his face and began to murmur non-stop.