The swordsmanship training that Jian Jie was responsible for in the afterlife changed from move skills to two-on-two confrontations very early.

Daylight's opponent is Jian Yusheng.

In the clearing, the two stood opposite each other.

Jian Yusheng held a dark blue sword, and his expression was relaxed and casual.

Bai Tian was holding an ordinary training long sword, nervous, and did not dare to be distracted for a moment.

Daytime knows that swordsmanship is the best of all, and the power is the greatest.

Among the seven people, although Jian Chen is cheap, he is a good reader; Jian Fenghua's bow skills are first-class; Jian Changqing is lazy to eat, but his body is the lightest and he runs the fastest; Jian Qiu's casting skills are about to catch up with adults.

But when it comes to the use of the sword, he is the only one.

The sword is an extension of his arm, and in battle, the feeling of the unity of man and sword makes him deaf and clear, and he can easily see through the opponent's moves that have not yet been attacked.

But against Jian Yusheng, he has never won, the other party is too fast, and Jian Yusheng is used to his left hand, and his move skills are a few points trickier than ordinary people.

I don't know what exercises Jian Yusheng has practiced, his body is as elusive as mist, and the blue sword in his hand is like an illusory aurora, unpredictable.

The beautiful blue sword is the one in the hand of the Sword Ancestor statue.

Not long ago, when Jian Yusheng passed by the statue of the Sword Ancestor, the ice blue sword suddenly fell off from the statue's hand, allowing him to pick up a divine weapon for nothing.

According to the adults, that sword is called Lan Che, and it is one of the three treasures of the sword clan, and its rank has reached the master level, and it is a rare divine weapon in the world.

The two had fought a few times before, and they lost miserably during the day, he was like a clumsy farmer wielding a hoe, even though his strength was infinite, but he was defeated by Jian Yusheng three or two times.

"It's all the sword, it's too fast. Bai Tian said unconvinced, and then Jian Yusheng changed to an ordinary sword and taught him another lesson.

Failure made Bai Tian realize his own shortcomings, and his personality was a little restrained.

Today, he must win.

The two pointed their swords at each other at the same time, announcing the start of the competition.

In the blink of an eye of the day, Jian Yusheng's figure disappeared in an instant, changed several directions in a row, moved forward a few meters, and the blue sword stabbed over.

Bai Tian was startled, and Jian Yusheng became faster.

He turned to one side, and the sword blade passed by, but the sword rain was endless, and the blue sword followed him like a shadow.

In the face of the sharp moves, Bai Tian jumped back hard, and his face could feel a gust of sword wind, but fortunately, the distance was successfully reopened.

What a chance! During the day, he held a sword in his backhand, assumed a heartbroken pose, and concentrated on breaking down his opponent's movements.

The figure of Jian Yusheng in front of him was in a trance again, turning into a fog shadow and following.

Daylight's sword swung out fiercely, power, speed, angle, all impeccable.

But this move was stunned by a slight gap past Jian Yusheng and was dodged.

The day was still in the posture after swinging the sword, and the blue sword was a few centimeters away from the door of the head.

"I lost. "Somewhat discouraged by the day, he gently flicked the tip of his sword, every time.

Either his own moves have been seen through, or Jian Yusheng's mind is too fast, and it is getting faster and faster in the competition.

On the other hand, the time of perseverance is shorter and shorter each time.

I thought I could hold on for a while this time, but I didn't want to be killed directly.

Daylight stepped aside, thinking about why he had lost so quickly, and why he had lost so badly.

When he saw his father coming, he lowered his head and thought to himself, don't come, don't come...

Things do not turn out the way you want.

"Come here, try with me. "The sword died and ordered his son.

The day reluctantly followed the past.

"If you can't control your power, you can't be a real powerhouse, and you will never be able to beat Jian Yusheng. "The sword passed away, and he touched the tip of his son's sword with a training sword.

"Out of the sword!"

The Father and the Son strike at the same time, and the blade of the sword is separated with a single touch.

But Bai Tian stumbled a little then, and just now my father suddenly withdrew his sword when the two swords were about to touch, which seemed to collide together, but in fact it was just a false move.

Taking advantage of the gap between the day, the sword of the sword was compared to his throat.

"Why do you swing your sword like this? Like a stupid monkey with a stick, every blow is full force, and everyone can see through you. You know, what different forces can do, shaking hands has the power of shaking hands, chopping wood has the power of chopping wood, and the same is true for swinging a sword, control your power, so that it can be as soft as water and as violent as fire. ”

"It can be as soft as water and as violent as fire. Bai Tian thought silently in his heart, this sentence reminded him of the existence of heaven and earth aura, and also woke him up.

"Come again!" said the sword.

"Yes, father. “

The swords of the two collided again, and the steel resonated.

Sometimes Bai Tian admires his father and wonders how his father has mastered so many skills in this small isolated world.

Who is my father's master?

The Sword Dead does not often stay in the Sword Clan, and there are always three or two months a year through the only way out: the secret path, leaving the Sword Clan.

Daylight didn't know what his father was doing, and he heard from the adults that he was running for the future of the Sword Clan.

Recently, the lights in the swordsmithing room have always been kept out all night, and during the day there is a gut feeling that my father is leaving again.

"Don't get distracted!" the sword shouted.

"Yes!"

Two swords that keep colliding, faster and faster.

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Every six days, it's a casting class.

Casting training is pure physical work, and the children whose muscles are not yet fully developed sweat and dance the hammer to refine one piece after another of iron ore.

"I think they're using us as free laborers. The swordsman muttered.

No one heard him complain, and as soon as he came out, the sound of striking iron was drowned out.

The refined forging material was transported to the hands of the elder Black Hand Forge, where it was fashioned into a series of glowing swords and stored in the arsenal.

The day gradually adapted to the hot environment, his strength was suitable for the "job", and he did not feel that it was too bitter, after all, he was satisfied with his father for four out of seven days.

Moreover, in the physical work of striking iron, others could not surpass him, and he was comforted a little.

In this way, the seven sword clan boys trained together, took classes, practiced swords, and struck iron, and were inseparable.

The sword parting gradually stopped looking for the stubble of the day, and converged a lot.

Jian Yusheng is also used to having his little tail by his side.

There is an invisible hand in the darkness, kneading the seven people together, and the day naturally blends into the small group.

During the day, he practiced hard with his partner, and at night, he sneaked out of the room and absorbed the aura under the stars.

His dependence on the aura became deeper and deeper, and he felt extremely itchy when he didn't introduce the aura into his body for a day, and the feeling of the aura entering the body made him refreshed.

This day of eating, sleeping, training, absorbing, and three o'clock and one line goes on and on.

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