"Boy, I'll tell you a story. Huang Guanjie pondered for a long time, and suddenly spoke.

"Whatever you want. "Hua Shang is communicating with his spirit and love sword at the moment. In his mind, he came up with the flying sword technique that he had come up with in the practice green space that day. During the period when he lost contact with his spiritual field, Ai Jian seemed to have summed up the general idea of the luck in this set of swordsmanship, turned into a sword dancer, and was showing Hua Shang a sword sword.

The table tennis ball is mixed with the Tai Chi spinning force to form a coupling force field, which forms a wonderful fusion with the spiritual force field of local time and space, turning into a special force field, changing the laws of heaven and earth, and forming an empty track of flying sword volleys.

Throwing the flying sword with the table tennis rotating sword technique, creating a cyclone with the technique of Tai Chi spinning strength, coupling the force field, fusing the spiritual force field, paving the empty rail, and pulling the flying sword back like a swallow. This is the most basic technique of swordsmanship. With the rich table tennis tactics in Huashang's mind, tens of thousands of routines can be played. The possibility of this made Hua Shang numb with excitement.

"Once upon a time there was a young man who loved the sword as much as you did. However, you should know the rules of martial arts competition. Individual competition is the basis of small formation competition. Small formation competition is the basis of large formation competition. Martial arts is nothing more than actual combat king. Therefore, all the streams return to the sect, and in the end, it all comes down to the competition to win the hand. If you want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, you have to enter the arena to win the command. Huang Guanjie said in a deep voice.

"Uh-huh, what about later. Hua Shang nodded absentmindedly.

"Because this young man is a sword warrior, he can't be selected for any of the top small formation teams. Therefore, there is no chance to enter the arena of winning the coach. He learned from the pain and decided to change his weapon, and he chose ......"

"He must have been punished. Hua Shang interjected.

"Do you know a piece of?" Huang Guanjie was so angry that he wanted to scold the street, and then asked, "How do you know?

"Hi, he betrayed his sword. Kendo is martial arts, and it will inevitably be punished by martial arts. How simple it is. Hua Shang said with a roll of his eyes. This kind of archaic storyline can be guessed with an ass.

Huang Guanjie shut up directly. That's a good point. Isn't he being punished? Punished to shreds.

"And later. Hua Shang asked perfunctorily.

"You don't care about the future. Why does Martial Dao have to punish this young man, huh? He wants to go to the pinnacle of martial arts, but he can't use a sword, what should you let him do? Martial arts fight at the same level, if you don't break through the sixth-order moat, pay attention to one inch long, one inch strong, one point short, one point dangerous, and use swords and flying weapons, sticks, guns, knives and hammers to compete, you are congenitally weak, in the arena of equal strength, aren't you self-defeating future?" Huang Guanjie said angrily.

"Oh, you can use a flying sword, no one is as long as you!" Hua Shangman didn't care.

"Phew. Flying Sword, when you reach the fourth order to make the flying sword, the daylily will be cold. The genius flying weapon master of the other people has reached the fourth order, and he has been playing flying machines for more than ten years, can you compete with them? Experience and technology alone will throw you a hundred streets. Huang Guanjie was dismissive.

"Who said you have to go to the fourth order to make a flying sword?" Hua Shang was puzzled.

"You're such an idiot. Fourth-order martial artists will establish a spiritual link with their own military equipment, resonate with their own spiritual power through their own spiritual power, absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth to catalyze the gradual change of the body structure, and the spiritual totem will form an external image, and combine it with the equipment to have a controlling force on the equipment, which can form a flying sword. You should be a flying sword cabbage!" Huang Guanjie's eyes widened.

"Do you mean this kind of flying sword?" Hua Shang shook his hand, and the love sword in his hand flew out in a circle, making an elegant circle in the distant sky, dragging a crystal rainbow straight back, and flew back into Hua Shang's hand lightly.

Huang Guanjie subconsciously covered his chin with his hand, at this moment, he was really afraid that his chin would fall to the ground. He experienced everything that Wu Pengfei and Roeweh had experienced, but he was more shocked, more slapped in the face, and made him more embarrassed.

His vision was even higher than that of Rong Wei and Wu Pengfei, and he was the real sword king back then. If he wants to compete for the World Championship, there is nothing to do with Roewe. However, his ambition was a hundred times greater than that of Roewe, and he wanted to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts and become a ninth-order heavenly powerhouse. For the sake of this great ideal, as long as it can help him reach the top, he can not even use a sword.

Hua Shang was right. He betrayed his sword. His talent is brilliant because of the sword. However, he turned his back on the bearer of his talent and chose to embark on a lonely path of martial arts. He didn't have the confidence to go to the top with a sword. So he fell into the abyss.

It's not that he didn't think about using his sword to spell a path to the top. But being told countless times that this path was not working, he eventually lost his faith in kendo. Maybe the way of the sword into the gun, the way of the sword into the stick, the way of the sword into the sword, these are all excuses made by the sword warriors, they do not have the confidence to fight to the end with the sword.

However, there are roads. Hua Shang's flying sword pointed out the direction for him. He could see at a glance that this was a force field triggered by the coupling of some wonderful vortex energy and Tai Chi whirling energy, which had a wonderful resonance with the spiritual force field of the local time and space, and fused into a new special force field. Coupled with the rotation characteristics of the sword, Huashang's sword soared like a bamboo dragonfly on the strange empty rail, turning as he wished, and flying back freely.

This is not a sword-winning technique that only fourth-order martial artists can access. However, as long as he understands the mystery, a would-be martial artist can use it! Why didn't he think of it?

If you can't fly into the sky, why don't you build an airplane? Hot air balloons will do. It's okay to make kites. Why didn't he think of it? Because he was not faithful to his own way of the sword, he did not believe in himself, he succumbed to the arrangement of fate and became a drifter. At that moment, he was not worthy of the name of a warrior.

"Director Huang, I can still do this!" Hua Shang shook his hand and flew out of the long sword, flying around his head, and then he used his elbow to rotate the center of the flying sword in a spiral, and the flying sword rose straight in the air like a helicopter. Hua Shang held a Tai Chi trick with both hands, and the flying sword flew back and forth along the oval arc in the air, drawing dozens of electric lights in the air, and splitting all the wooden stakes piled up in the corner of the farmhouse into fine firewood.

"Hey, look, it's practical, it's leveraged. Hua Shang put away his long sword and looked proud.

This salt is sprinkled so well, Huang Guanjie really wants to stew him with freshly chopped firewood.

"Director Huang, do you say that my swordsmanship can be in the small formation competition?" Hua Shang asked curiously.

"Are you endless! endless?" Huang Guanjie's face is black at the moment, except for the suction, which is almost meaningless, and it is no different from a black hole.

"What's so angry about this? Similar swordsmanship, don't you know?" Hua Shang scratched his head blankly.

Huang Guanjie turned around and picked up the axe and rushed out of the courtyard, rushing towards the deepest part of the relic forest without looking back. Hua Shang was alone in the courtyard, not knowing what was going on. By the way, Huang Guanjie's story seems to be only half told, what happened to the idiot, don't say it?

The roar of the beasts in the relic forest rang out for two hours before finally falling silent. In the evening, Huang Guanjie dragged a mountain-like two-headed boar into the yard without saying a word. The boar is too big and stuck at the gate of the courtyard and can't get in. He pulled hard, and the entire courtyard door was torn down by him.

"Oh, Director Huang, you come back and say first. I can chop up the pig with a flying sword and drag it in. Hua Shang ran out of the bungalow.

Huang Guanjie was heartbroken. Can you not mention the flying sword! This two-headed boar is the one you killed.

"Make a fire!" he said angrily.