Lin Jian reacted subconsciously after seeing that the other party was stimulated, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Syllable!

Lin Jian directly struck the sword in the direction of Yang Zizhu's sword, and his body turned to the side, directly stopping Yang Zi's attacking posture.

"Ahem...... Next, I will demonstrate the attack action of the sword stake after activating in slow motion...... Lin Jian, please cooperate......"

Yang Zi also seemed to be taken aback by the subconscious stress she had just now, and hurriedly said a word to round the scene.

Then, Yang Zi felt that Lin Jian seemed to have begun to cooperate with his words, and began to fight back against his attack just now in slow motion.

Smack!

It seems to be a bit familiar with the sword routine.

Or rather, feed the sword routine.

Yang Zi subconsciously followed his muscle memory and fought back against Lin Jian's attack.

Lin Jian gradually sped up.

Military Defense University Actual Swordsmanship!

This was the swordsmanship taught by the old dean at that time.

Lin Jian recalled Yang Yishan's memories and the swordsmanship abilities he had exchanged, like the sword-feeding object in Yang Yishan's memory, Yang Yishan's sister, wielding a bamboo sword.

The opponent is Yang Yishan's younger sister who has practiced swords since childhood.

Whether it's the memory of the mind, or the muscle memory that comes with the ability itself.

The opponents are all incomparably familiar.

After Lin Jian gradually increased the speed of his sword-swinging attack, his opponents also skillfully took them one by one.

Smack!

The two of them exchanged swords at a very fast speed, neither of them did their best, and their steps were also light and agile.

"Be serious. Yang Zi. ”

Lin Jian spit out the words that Yang Yishan often said when he instructed his sister to practice swords.

"Hah!"

Yang Zi subconsciously let out a shout in response, and then slashed over with a more violent sword move.

Lin Jian smiled and sped up at the same time.

However, his accelerated sword swing speed was not much, and in Yang Zi's more fierce attack, due to the gap in rank level, many times, Lin Jian only needed one move to block the opponent's routine of a few moves.

Yang Zi's level, according to the rank level of the Windranger, is between the amateur fifth dan and the professional sixth dan.

At that time, Yang Yishan's level was about seven professional sections.

However, the Windranger also needs a certain amount of wind drill and long-range shooting ability, and if you really want to pit a Windranger equipped with a steam wingsuit against a kendo player of the same rank, the former will definitely crush the latter.

"Be more serious. Yang Zi!"

Lin Jian once again said Yang Yishan's training mantra for Yang Zi.

Uh-huh!

Yang Zi snorted, as if he felt that he was facing Lin Jian, just like he had faced his brother in the past years, there was a gap in the rank level, Yang Zi let go of his scruples about strength and moves, and attacked more fiercely.

"This ......"

The old members and new members of the Morning Sword Club who were watching around, the first and second years of high school were still classmates in the third year of high school, and they were a little stunned when they looked at the two people who suddenly fought fiercely.

Luo Sisi and Zhao Gao, looking at the feeling of the two of them against the sword, they could obviously feel that the frequency and speed of the two people's attacks were really fighting desperately.

However, every time the two of them attacked, they didn't hit each other's bodies, and they all hit the bamboo sword and the sword was over.

It looks like a flawless, perfectly directed double sword dance.

Yes, it's a sword dance.

No one was hurt, but the moves were continuous, and every sword could be matched.

This kind of swordsmanship, which is only in film and television works, in order to let the audience feel the effect of the show, appears in the eyes of everyone with a more perfect attitude.

But Luo Sisi's eyes were full of horror.

A perfectly directed double sword dance is impossible, and the reasons for this are nothing more than two.

One is that these two people are highly familiar with each other's sword moves, and have practiced swordsmanship for a long time, and have formed a knee-jerk reaction;

Luo Sisi doesn't believe in the former, then the reason can only be the latter, among the two people, who has the rank to crush the other party?

"Lin Jian, do you really have the strength of the eighth rank of the Windranger!"

Just when the 'sword dance' of Lin Jian and Yang Zi had spread from the open space to the lawn next to them for a few minutes, Luo Sisi shouted.

When Yang Zi heard this, her body suddenly froze.

This moment directly disrupted the rhythm of the two people feeding the sword, Lin Jian stopped the movement of Yang Zizhu's sword with a sword, and then directly stabbed Yang Zi's throat with a sword, and then the tip of the sword moved and stopped directly at Yang Zi's neck.

Lin Jian glanced at Yang Zi with a smile, and then quickly withdrew the bamboo sword, just like the actions of his brother that Yang Zi saw every time he lost to Yang Yishan in his memory.

Lin Jian looked at Yang Zi's stunned appearance, and turned her head to look back at Luo Sisi.

"Yes, I'll show you the strength of a high-rank Windranger!"

Lin Jian's series of movements just now made his whole body surging with blood, and the sense of convergence of the original sword feeding move made him seem to have a suppressed energy at the moment, hoping to break all the confinements and liberate him.

The lawn where Lin Jian was, facing Lin Jian, who had a steam wingsuit that could fly over, was not enough to become a cage and trap him.

Burst!

The portable steam backpack behind Lin Jian's back spewed out two lines of white steam towards Lin Jian's side.

Lin Jian's body suddenly moved back more than ten meters, widening the gap with Yang Zi.

Then Lin Jian's body turned slightly, facing the woods in the distance.

Squirt!

The steam wingsuit backpack behind Lin Jian spewed steam, and Lin Jian was like an arrow off the string, sweeping towards the trees in the distance.

The reason why I say spray sweeping.

It's because Lin Jian's figure, after leaving the place, seems to be floating on the top of the lawn grass.

And Lin Jian's bamboo sword was held in his right hand, forming a posture of 45 degrees with the ground and the tip of the sword against the tip of the grass.

Lin Jian's off-string arrow.

This shot into the distance lifted up countless fallen leaves on the ground.

There are also grass tips that seem to have been cut off by an invisible blade.

The fallen leaves and the tips of the grass, as if swept up by a tornado parallel to the ground, followed forward around the off-string arrow.

What Lin Jian appeared in front of the members of the Morning Sword Club who were watching from a distance was an arc-shaped movement trajectory.

The trajectory is surrounded by a large number of flying fallen leaves and grass tips.

Chop!

Lin Jian's arc-shaped movement trajectory finally arrived at the side of the woods at an extremely fast movement speed, and then Lin Jian directly picked up his sword and slashed and retracted.

Neat!

It seems that it is only a matter of a moment to raise and retract the sword.

Subsequently. Smack!

The nearest tree that Lin Jian flew past just now.

A large tree that was not enough for one person to hold, half of the branches slid down the bark.

Between the branches and the bark, as the half of the branches slid down, a neat and smooth cut was revealed.

This is!?

Caused by a bamboo sword?

A bamboo sword that is not even strong enough, this slight stroke, just like this, cut off half of the branches of a tree?

And.

Everyone's eyes looked at the bamboo sword in Lin Jian's hand that gradually slowed down.

That bamboo sword seemed unscathed!

And in the process of Lin Jian's gradual slowdown, it seemed to violate the law of Old Man Newton, and he seemed to stay in the air for a few more seconds at the tip of the grass.

Then, Lin Jian slowly fell in front of everyone.

Fell to the ground.

And just now, with Lin Jian's movement trajectory, the fallen leaves and grass tips of the tornado gradually fell down.

The room was full of surprise!

Everyone watched this scene in amazement.

The sound of half of the tree branch that slipped down in the distance was silent, but in the eyes of everyone in front of them, it was like a thunderclap.

"Senior, I want to learn your kendo!"

After being stunned for a long time, suddenly the shouts of a school girl broke the silence for a moment.