A martial artist without combat experience is not a qualified martial artist, even if his cultivation is high, if he has no experience, he will not be able to exert his due strength at all, so actual combat is quite important for martial artists.

This is also the reason why virtual games are so popular, that is, in virtual games, a virtual combat environment can be formed, providing those rookies with a certain amount of experience, and in the future actual combat, they will not be scared and can't even pull their legs......

Hearing that there was actual combat training, Yang Hao was very excited, after all, judging from the performance of this master, his so-called actual combat training was much stronger than that virtual game, but why did he tell himself to hold on?

Just thinking about it, the sword spirit waved his hand, and the tornado around him disappeared, and he appeared on a battlefield that was fighting, probably because his clothes were different from those on both sides, and the soldiers on both sides saw Yang Hao, raised the weapons in their hands and slashed towards Yang Hao......

Looking at those attacking weapons, Yang Hao subconsciously performed the moves on the Rushan Jue, although he practiced a lot of sword moves of the artistic conception of the wind, but the moves in the Rushan Jue have been practiced for several years, and it has become an instinct of the body......

However, these moves did not exert any power, not even the most ordinary soldier was killed, looking at the spear that stabbed, Yang Hao couldn't help but be surprised, and then with the artistic conception of the wind that he comprehended, he used a floating sword move......

The light blade slashed across the soldier's neck, and in the soldier's frightened expression, a stream of blood sprayed towards Yang Hao, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, he was sprayed all over the face......

The blood flowed into his eyes, Yang Hao couldn't help but close his eyes, as his vision was blocked, Yang Hao felt a pain in his body, knowing that a weapon had pierced his body, but he couldn't see anything at all now, so he could only wave the long sword in his hand indiscriminately......

But that didn't work, and several weapons slashed through his body, adding wounds to his body, and if he went on like this, he would die......

Die...... Thinking of this, Yang Hao's heart couldn't help but tremble, how could he die here? What happens to his parents when he dies? Since he is a father, he is not in good health, can he bear the pain of losing his son in middle age? And my mother, if I died, how badly would it hit her? And if he dies, he will never see Lin Yue'er again, and he will never see the fat guy again, he can't die, he can't die......

Thinking of this, Yang Hao didn't care about the blood in his eyes, and forcibly opened his eyes, because of the presence of blood, Yang Hao's eyes were full of blood......

Although this was the case, he was finally able to see the attacking weapon clearly, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, Yang Hao combined the artistic conception of the wind with those sword moves, and launched a crazy killing......

That's right, it's killing, if an ordinary martial artist has just comprehended the artistic conception, in this case, it is basically a dead end. However, Yang Hao's habits and artistic conception have surpassed the artistic conception, and now he is like an unpredictable wind, sometimes gentle; Sometimes rapid; Sometimes even berserk......

In order to survive, Yang Hao waved the long sword in his hand, he didn't know how long he had been fighting, and he didn't know how many people he had killed, he only knew that as long as there were still people moving closer to him, then he would keep killing, and this was just because he wanted to live, he wanted to go back alive, he couldn't make his parents sad, and he couldn't give up his lover and brother in his heart......

As time passed, the sword moves and artistic conception in Yang Hao's hands became more and more perfect, and in this battlefield, he became the master, and no one could threaten him anymore......

Just when Yang Hao thought he was safe, the scene in front of him changed, and the countless soldiers holding cold weapons were gone, and they were replaced by countless soldiers with guns......

Looking at these soldiers, Yang Hao just wanted to speak, but the other party gave the order to shoot, and countless bullets rained down on Yang Hao......

Suddenly, Yang Hao's left shoulder hurt, and he was hit by a flying bullet, bursting out with a ball of blood, seeing this, Yang Hao knew that if he didn't resist, he would be beaten into a hornet's nest, but resist, what did he use to resist? He only has a long sword in his hand, what can he do in the face of these countless soldiers with guns?

Feeling bullets flying around him from time to time, Yang Hao lay on the ground, but even if he did, how long could he hide? One bullet of this kind can kill him......

"What to do? What to do? Yang Hao was anxiously thinking of a way, and suddenly felt that the wind in the direction of his forehead had changed violently, and without thinking about it, Yang Hao subconsciously blocked the long sword in his hand in front of his forehead......

Clang! With a crisp sound of metal impact, Yang Hao's right hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble......

However, his heart trembled even more, because the bullet was aimed at his forehead, and if he hadn't reacted before, this bullet could have killed him......

Just thinking about it, he suddenly felt the wind change in several places in front of his body, and at this time, Yang Hao had experience, waved the long sword in his hand, and sealed all the changing directions with a sword move......

Sure enough, several bullets came over, but with the experience of the last time, Yang Hao didn't care too much, but he just knew that he controlled the trajectory of this firearm......

Then countless bullets poured towards Yang Hao, Yang Hao waved the long sword in his hand, and kept struggling in the rain of bullets......

Although he was safe for the time being, Yang Hao knew that he was now engrossed in feeling the changes in the wind ahead, so that he could block these bullets, and once he missed, then he would really die......

Die? He can't die, and in this rain of bullets, if he wants not to die, then just defense will not work, to attack, to kill those enemies who attack him......

Thinking of this, Yang Hao no longer passively defended, but braved the rain of bullets and bullets, waving the long sword in his hand and rushing towards the enemy. However, as the distance between the two sides continued to close, the bullet came faster and faster, and the firepower became more and more concentrated, and sometimes he simply blocked the bullet by subconscious movements, and only then did he feel the change in the wind......

"No, if it goes on like this, I won't wait to rush over, I will die under the other party's hands, if only I could turn into a gust of wind......" This situation made Yang Hao secretly think, but when he thought of this, Yang Hao's body couldn't help but be shocked, can't he become a gust of wind?

He thought of the time when he felt the artistic conception of the wind before, he had become a part of the wind, otherwise it would be impossible to stand in the tornado and enter the wind safely, but was that useful?

Whether it works or not, this is the only way, thinking of this, Yang Hao recalled the feeling of blending into the wind, and then completely surrendered his body to the wind......

A gust of wind blew, and Yang Hao didn't know how he rushed in front of this group of soldiers, but he didn't have time to think about it, raised the long sword in his hand, and started killing......

Although Yang Hao has no grudges against these soldiers, in order to survive, he can only kill, and he keeps killing......

Although these soldiers had guns in their hands, once they were close to them, their melee combat ability was not as strong as those before them, and they were completely slaughtered by him......

was killing, the scene in front of Yang Hao's eyes changed again, the soldiers with guns turned into countless warriors in strange costumes, they glanced at Yang Hao, and then waved the weapon in their hands, and their bodies rushed towards Yang Hao like lightning......

Looking at the movements of these martial artists, Yang Hao knew that there was a big trouble, because in the actions of these martial artists, there were all microcosms of various artistic conceptions, that is to say, these martial artists were also artistic conception level martial artists at worst......

Facing so many martial artists of the same level, Yang Hao's heart panicked, did he really have a chance? But when he thought of the word death, Yang Hao's eyes couldn't help but glow with blood, and then he waved his long sword to meet it, whether he had a chance or not, he had to fight to the death......

Yang Hao didn't notice that in the sky above his head, the sword spirit was looking at Yang Hao who was fighting with a puzzled expression, the scenes here were all illusions by him, so he naturally clearly understood Yang Hao's changes.

But when did this kid become so precious about life? You must know that in his previous life, he was just a negligent, and this guy ended his life, but now how did he become so cherished?

The sword spirit is just a spirit body, he is not a human being, so he does not know some conditions of people. Sometimes a person does not live on his own when he lives in this world. There is a pain in the world that life is better than death, but why can anyone endure this pain and live forever?

Because they don't live for themselves, they still have worries in this world, and they would rather bear the pain of this life than death, but also live with a smile on their faces......

Yang Hao in his previous life, because he had no worries in his heart, he could exchange his life for Lin Yue'er's future, but now his heart is full of worries, how could he let himself die easily? It's really easy to die, and sometimes it's even harder to live......

I don't know how many warriors I have killed, and I don't know how many wounds I have left on my body, Yang Hao has already killed the red eye, he waved the long sword in his hand, and performed the sword moves that matched the artistic conception, constantly harvesting life......

And whenever he saw a deadly attack coming, he would melt himself into the wind and dodge those deadly attacks, but he was not proficient in this method, only half of the chance, which led to Yang Hao having several fatal wounds on his body, but even so, he still kept fighting, because he wanted to live......

Suddenly, all the warriors were gone, and he returned to the sea of spirit like a sea of stars, only his master was looking at him with a smile on his face......

"Yes, I'm really satisfied with you, but my strength has been exhausted, and there is no way to train you again in a short period of time, so we'll see you later......" After saying this, the figure of the sword spirit became illusory, and then disappeared into Yang Hao's spiritual sea......