"This kind of thing can't be taught verbally, everything has to be experienced by yourself in actual combat." Zhenruo said, and made another attack gesture.

A bamboo sword floating in the air appeared first on Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian held the hilt: "Why is mine a bamboo sword?" Then it went dark......

Yang Jian opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the ground again, enduring the feeling of extreme discomfort, Yang Jian stood up: "Why don't you do it without saying a word?" Although Zhenruo's movements are very fast, Yang Jian doesn't feel much pain, but the discomfort after the resurrection is extremely uncomfortable, don't look at Yang Jian's appearance is not so bad, but just a few seconds after resurrection, it is more uncomfortable than death, his body is uncontrollable, he can't even control his throat, and he doesn't blame Yang Jian for being angry.

"Will the enemy tell you when they attack you?" Zhen Ruo said that he was about to attack again, and Yang Jian hurriedly made a defense. "I only use the simplest moves to attack you now, and my strength is only maintained in the Spirit Relief Realm, if you can't defend against it, then you don't need to train anymore, go to the world as soon as possible to eat and wait for death, with your current strength, you are enough to hug left and right, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing."

"Come on!" Yang Jian's bamboo sword was horizontal, but when he saw his bamboo sword, Yang Jian hesitated again, "Teacher Zhenruo, this bamboo sword is not to mention attacking people, even if it is defensive, it can't parry one of your attacks, right?" Zhenruo frowned, showing that she felt that Yang Jian was verbose: "I told you, this is my world, I can modify all the laws, your bamboo sword attribute will never be broken, except for the lack of attack power, but it is impossible to break it no matter what, take it!" ”

Yang Jian didn't expect Zhen Ruo to suddenly make a move as he spoke, and he was killed in seconds before he was ready.

Yang Jian, who was resurrected again, carried the bamboo sword, and the spiritual power of his whole body was mobilized, and the spiritual consciousness of the same life was also used for the first time, and he felt that all the things within one meter of his body were presented in his mind, Yang Jian was very surprised. This is a brand new vision, not affected by light, even the back of the tree can be seen clearly, and the insight is subtle, the texture on the petals falling in the air can be seen clearly, much more accurate than the naked eye, and not only in front of the body, but also the things behind the body can be detected, there are no dead ends within a radius of one meter, and all things that are so small that they are difficult to observe with the naked eye are presented in Yang Jian's mind.

"Ah......" Yang Jian felt like his head was about to explode, as if he had been forcibly stuffed with an overdose of information in his head. Idiot, that's not how spiritual sense is used, you just need to be able to barely sense each other's movements, who let you know so clearly? Luckily, it's a virtual world, and it will do you very little damage. Zhen Ruo didn't attack this time, and when she saw Yang Jian's situation, she reminded her.

Yang Jian withdrew his spiritual sense, and after the headache disappeared, Yang Jian slowly re-released his spiritual sense, fortunately, this is a virtual world, and the negative state dissipates quickly. This time, Yang Jian did what Zhen Ruo said, and it was really much better, but the world he saw was like a video shot by a camera with a much lower resolution than before, it was more blurry, but the range was much larger, and he could perceive a radius of two meters. Don't look at the radius that has only doubled, but the detectable volume has become eightfold.

"If you feel something within the scope of your perception, you can also focus your mind and make the area around the object you want to perceive clearer, and you have to explore more applications of spiritual consciousness yourself, I don't have spiritual sense, and that's what I've heard." Zhenruo said. Yang Jian looked at Zhenruo, "Thank you!" ”

Zhenruo was stunned for a moment: "Why are you thanking me?" Seeing Zhenruo's appearance, Yang Jian also smiled, as if he saw the Zhenruo he was familiar with, and couldn't help but make a joke: "Of course, thank you for not sneaking up." As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, his spiritual sense detected a knife stabbing at him, but seeing it did not mean that he reacted, Yang Jian died tragically again.

"Vomit ......" Yang Jian was resurrected a few times, he couldn't stand it anymore, retching there, this feeling was a thousand times more uncomfortable than motion sickness, ten thousand times!

"Alright, don't waste any time." After Zhenruo finished speaking, Yang Jian found that his discomfort disappeared.

This time Yang Jian is fully prepared, his spiritual sense is very peculiar, as long as he adapts a little, he can be completely controlled, there is no awkward feeling, just like his own instinct, but he didn't dig it out before, but now that he has it, it will naturally be.

His eyes matched with his psychic sense, and he saw Zhenruo's attack, and his psychic sense detected the trajectory of the blade. "Ding ......" blocked, and before Yang Jian had time to be happy, Zhenruo turned into a stab and plunged into Yang Jian's heart.

Resurrected again, Yang Jian was a little annoyed, but not annoyed with Zhenruo, but angry that he was a man, but he couldn't receive an attack from a woman who was one realm lower than himself. "Come again!" Yang Jian took a deep breath. Seeing that Yang Jian didn't even feel away and asked to come again, Zhenruo was also surprised. "Your reaction is still too slow, the average kendo master is trained from a young age, and you have not been exposed to these before. When dealing with ordinary people, your reaction is faster than theirs, so no matter how many ordinary people there are, it will not hurt you in the slightest, unless you are exhausted; If you deal with a kendo master, you will become the so-called ordinary person, and on your trip to Japan a month later, you will not be dealing with those ordinary human beings. If you want to catch up with those masters, you can only rely on a thousand times the efforts of others. ”

Yang Jian nodded, indicating that he understood. Zhenruo saw Yang Jian's appearance and shook his head: "It is not enough to rely on the courage of the horseman, you still need to summarize your own shortcomings, why didn't you defend just now, if you do it again, what should you do?" After hearing this, Yang Jian couldn't help but think that before, he had caught Zhenruo's blow, and he thought it had succeeded, without taking into account the change of tricks later.

Yang Jian was thinking about it, and suddenly sensed Zhenruo approaching, and hurriedly retreated, and at the same time raised his sword to block it. "Hiss......" Yang Jian took a breath of cool air, and although he blocked in time, a cut was still made in his chest.

"It's stupid to concentrate all your attention at the beginning of the call, how many times do you have to eat the same loss?" Zhenruo attacked again after speaking. Yang Jian parried twice, except for the blow of drawing his sword and slashing, Zhenruo's usual attack was not so fast.

But Yang Jian didn't last long, the injury on his chest made him unable to exert his full strength, this is not like direct death, the pain is always there.

Looking at the resurrected Yang Jian, Zhenruo put the knife back into the sheath and said: "No matter how tight the defense is, there are times when flaws are exposed, no matter how strong the defense is, it is only used as a live target, attack, this is your only chance to win." Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, simulated the attack scene in his brain, and finally found that he couldn't really attack Zhenruo with all his might.

Zhenruo saw Yang Jian's thoughts: "If you go to the battlefield, you are all enemies, and your relatives may also turn against you, if you don't make up your mind, it will be you who will die, since you will die sooner or later, what else do you learn?" It's just a waste of my calculations. Zhenruo said, and with a wave of his hand, the bamboo sword in Yang Jian's hand became a real Japanese steel sword.

"Come on, don't even dare to attack, and talk about special training." Zhenruo said, and attacked again. Thinking that he would not really die in the virtual world, Yang Jian also let go a lot, and his eyes became focused.

The most important thing to pay attention to is Sadaruo's first blow, which is supposed to be a type of Japanese sword drawing technique, which can greatly increase its attack speed and momentum.

It's good, it's blocked. Yang Jian blocked Zhen Ruo's sword slash, and stabbed at Zhen Ruo with a twist of his body, Zhen Ruo swung his knife and pressed it obliquely, leading Yang Jian's knife to the side, and then took advantage of Yang Jian's return to lose his strength and slashed at Yang Jian's throat.

Yang Jian's trachea was severed, clutching his throat, and he fell to the ground convulsing. Zhenruo sighed, shook his head, and put down the knife in his hand, but at this moment, Yang Jian suddenly burst out and put the knife on Zhenruo's neck.

Yang Jian couldn't speak, but Zhen Ruo knew from his eyes that Yang Jian was saying, "Haha, I won this time." Then Yang Jian found that the heavens and the earth began to spin - his head flew again.

"What are you doing, I've already won, why are you still doing it?" Yang Jian said angrily that anyone would not be happy if he died for no reason. "This is a life-and-death battle, and as long as the opponent does not die, it is not a victory." Zhenruo said mercilessly.

"I see, let's do it again." Yang Jian was also provoked, and now he was completely able to do it. However, Yang Jian was not reckless, he planned and then acted. If it is impossible to fight Zhen without injury, the best way is to exchange injuries for injuries, and strive for one to die together, after dying so many times, Yang Jian is not afraid of death.

His left hand was cut off, and Yang Jian also endured the pain, leaving a wound on Zhenruo's right arm. Yang Jian couldn't bear it for a moment, but many times, even if he didn't want to, he had to force himself to do it, didn't he?

Yang Jian couldn't remember how many times he had died, and finally, at the same time that Yang Jian was separating, a long knife also pierced Zhenruo's heart.

Yang Jian, who had just been resurrected, raised his head with difficulty to look at Zhen Ruo, and when he saw Zhen Ruo pull out the Japanese sword on his chest with an expressionless face, Yang Jian was also relieved, but he still couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhenruo shook her head: "That's the end of today's training." Zhenruo is sorting out Yang Jian's training data today, and wants to use this as a reference to adjust Yang Jian's next training and evaluate today's performance. Zhenruo had blocked most of his data perception of Yang Jian before, otherwise it would be easy to organize the data while training with Zhenruo's ability, but in that case, all of Yang Jian's data would be monitored by himself, including every breath, the rhythm of every muscle, and even Yang Jian's thoughts. But that also means that Yang Jian's attacks, including his next actions, can be known by himself, and it is impossible for Yang Jian to touch him after a hundred years of training.