"Hand up! Slash with force! The action is too blunt, and the even slash has no borrowing force at all! ”

The man sat cross-legged on a rock, holding a long bamboo pole in his hand, shaking his head from time to time, pointing at the sword-wielding boy in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was wearing a gray-blue warrior's robe, the light yellow pattern intertwined with the mysterious pattern, and only the arms, shoulders, and feet on his body were covered by heavy iron armor, and the side of the iron boots was inlaid with a sword in the sheath, which seemed to be a superfluous decoration that affected his movements.

But looking at this man's idle state, he is obviously used to such a burden.

The most striking thing is the strange helmet he wears on his head, which hides the upper half of his face, making it impossible to see his appearance, and instead is replaced by a dense set of lenses like many eyes. The bizarre pentagonal lenses, arranged in a pentagonal shape, reveal a green shimmer. The crane decoration with a raised neck extending back from the top of the head looks somewhat cumbersome and fancy.

What a quirky design.

This strange helmet seemed to belong to a part of his body, and no one had ever seen his face after removing the helmet, not even the young man in the jute cloth in front of him, the little apprentice who was almost inseparable from him, had never seen the appearance of the master when he took off the helmet.

He could only tell from the long goatee on his chin that he had experienced the wind and frost.

The young man in front of the stone was sweating profusely, and every time there was a slight negligence, the bamboo pole in the master's hand would fall directly on his body, and it seemed that he didn't have much strength, but it was surprisingly painful.

The boy gritted his teeth, trying to maintain the strength of his shoulder and arm, and the four-foot long sword in his hand kept falling downward, and the body of the metal was filled with lead, and it weighed like a thousand pounds.

During the years he had been practicing here, he had thought about giving up more than once.

Although at first, he kept telling himself to persevere, because he was the child chosen by Master Yi.

Master Yi, the mysterious and strict man in front of him, the twenty-sixth generation descendant of Wuji Sword Dao, is a great master of physical arts in the eyes of the people of the village and even the Ionians.

And he chose him among the many children in Starfall Town.

Although Starfall is only the size of a village, and it is only one of several villages attached to the Ionian city-state, it also means a glory and recognition to stand out among many children of the same age.

He will become the next descendant of the Infinite Kendo, the ancient and mysterious Kendo, each of its inheritors, who has created his own legend and is loved by others.

He would too.

Carrying a simple backpack on his back, he thought to himself with this master in "fancy dress" when he left the village.

But in the years he has been practicing in this bamboo forest, he has received more harsh criticism every day than he has received in the past few years.

The glory that I was proud of among the children of the same village at the beginning has long since been worn out.

Because what he faced in this quiet bamboo forest was simply the most terrifying and harsh cultivation hell......

He heard Master's stern voice—

"Dust, what are you thinking! With such restlessness, how can you comprehend the path of infinity? ”

After the man named Yi finished speaking, he jumped off the stone and threw the bamboo pole in his hand aside.

His eyes were slightly closed, and a half-height sword appeared in his hand out of thin air, reflecting a dark green glow on the blade, the same color as the shimmer of light dancing in the dense lenses on the helmet mask.

Then he began to move, and in his elegant and agile posture, each sword was a tiger. Chop, slash, slash, slash, and then end with a series of slashes that move the clouds.

If outsiders look at it at first glance, they will definitely be shocked by this sword momentum. However, for this young man named Chen, he was already familiar with this set of swordsmanship taught by the master, and he had practiced it seriously for a year.

But there was no progress.

He felt that he had memorized every action in his mind, but every time he practiced, he would be harshly reprimanded by the master as if he were picking a bone in his egg.

But what is the difference between him and Master's sword moves?

"Practice this swordsmanship again and show it to the teacher."

"Yes." The young man gritted his teeth, a whole day of weight-bearing training had already exhausted him, and under the bulging warrior's robe, he had heavy sandbags tied to his arms and legs.

However, the teacher's order cannot be violated.

The boy dragged his body and danced the heavy sword, panting.

"It's not enough." The master shook his head and said lightly, "Young man, you just pay too much attention to unnecessary forms, you only have sword moves, and you don't have sword intent, so how can you have sword momentum at all?" That's all for today, go around the back mountain for 30 laps and come back for dinner. ”

After speaking, Master Yi was just about to turn around and return to the bamboo house, when he heard a voice, an octave higher, saying:

"Hey! The multi-eyed weirdo, is that what you mean by swordsmanship? ”

Master Yi followed the prestige, and the voice was made by a monkey, dressed in a simple animal skin, holding a wooden stick, but it seemed to have an indescribable sense of difference.

The monkey grabbed the stick and waved it in a pretending manner.

Master Yi didn't care about such a beast's actions at first, but not long after the monkey's movements began, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Every move and style of the monkey was exactly the same as the swordsmanship he had just danced, and the noisy and loose monkey's casual imitation of the movements looked somewhat funny.

But in its body, the sword intent that he had been looking forward to seeing on the body of his apprentice Chen, was completely natural!

"Hey! What's so hard about that? The monkey smiled and raised his hand to grab the hair on his cheeks.

"Are you secretly learning this Infinite Sword Dao?"

"I don't know, what's nothing, what's extreme! I only know that you are easy! The hairless monkey that the elder asked me to find should be you! ”

Looking at the noisy and open-mouthed guy in front of him, Master Yi couldn't help but be very curious.

He was not annoyed that his swordsmanship had been stolen - this infinite sword path could not be mastered overnight, and this monkey had only read it once, and he had learned more than fifty percent, and he must have a relationship with this infinite way.

"I want to ...... I want to challenge you! The monkey said.

Master Yi smiled faintly and waved his hand to let the apprentice retreat. "Dust, you step aside and look at it. What the teacher shows you today is the true Infinite Kendo. ”

Yi stood the sword aside, picked up the bamboo pole and folded it into two pieces, about the same length as the wooden stick in the monkey's hand, and then he held the bamboo "sword" and put on a posture.

In the rules of Ionian sports, this starting hand symbolizes the same respect given to the opponent.

"I accept your challenge."

"Hey! I hope you can do a few more tricks with me! ”

The monkey screamed and screamed, but its movements were not ambiguous at all.

It leaned forward, and there seemed to be a stream of air under its feet, which was circulating in some strange way, and the monkey's body also turned into a rapid afterimage at this moment.

In a trance, it was as if I saw two identical monkeys, rushing towards me, one left and one right, forming a semi-encircled corner.

Is it an illusion?

Or is it because of the strange air currents that make its movement suddenly increase to an extremely frightening level, causing it to appear to be hallucinating to the naked eye?

Either way, whether it was intentional or not, the guy in front of him was definitely not simple, and all of this he did was not possible with the wisdom of an ordinary monkey.

Master Yi didn't make any moves, he decided to take the monkey's blow - this monkey's strange phantom law was unpredictable to him, but only the physical feeling was real.

The moment it was touched, all the mirrors could no longer be hidden!

What's more, he is proficient in the path of infinity, and he has his own way to deal with any pain caused by this temptation.

However, the physical touch is very real.

It turned out to be two unceremonious blows, and they landed on the body hard. He raised his sword to block the crushing blow, and suddenly received a sharp blow to his left waist.

Is this true?

Easy to take a deep breath. The cool air pressed into the lungs eased the hot pain a little. Block the bamboo sword that hit the first stick and turn it horizontally into a slash, and take the real body on the left side!

However, the monkey on the left disappeared the moment the bamboo pole fell, without any warning.

The right shoulder hurts, and the strength of the shoulder armor after cushioning and deflecting is still terrifying.

If the wooden stick in the monkey's hand were replaced with any common metal weapon, I am afraid that this shoulder guard would be directly smashed to pieces by that brute force!

I don't have time to think about it, my body has already put it into action.

The real body has been revealed.

Yi lunged forward, his teeth clenched, and the pain did not slow his movements at all. Just in the blink of an eye, his powerful elbow slammed into the monkey. The monkey was staggered, and the "sword" that Master Yi held with both hands dragged backwards, followed by a sword promotion!

This half of the bamboo pole only brings it the pain of scratching. If it is a real sword in his hand, the next second the monkey's abdomen will be left with a narrow blood mark - a sword that is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Under the mask of many lenses emitting a faint light, Master Yi's pupils suddenly constricted!

"Hey!"

The monkey in front of him let out a mischievous laugh. With a twist of the wrist, the wooden stick swirls for half a circle.

It was trying to attack his arm, but the insignificant attack didn't stop his sword moves.

At that moment, the only monkey in front of him disappeared.

What the?

It is easy to feel the surging sense of oppression behind him, so that his hair stands on end, and he turns sideways slightly, only to see that the monkey is holding a wooden stick and pounces from behind!

Master Yi couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The monkey's tactics were simply confusing - the only appropriate adjective he could think of.

It stands to reason that the exotic beasts in nature are usually divided into three categories.

Such as the Thunder Bear, a monster with incredible strength and thick skin; Such as the nine-tailed demon fox, a demon beast that is good at magic and illusion; and the vigorous and intelligent spirit animal.

If this monkey is really out of the category of ordinary beasts, as a monkey clan, it should also be classified as a spirit animal.

But on it--

Deceitful tricks, agile hands, and strange attacking power!

Interesting.

The corners of Master Yi's stubble-covered mouth hooked up an arc.

He began to chant mantras.

His hands were clenched in front of him, his eyes were closed, his mouth was chanting, his body was half-suspended in the air, as if he had entered a certain mystical state, and he was whispering so that people could not hear what he was reading.

Master Yi's whole body was also wrapped in that strange green glow that flashed on the sword body and strange goggles.