"Have you really decided?"

Seeing Liu Wei's back disappear, a question came from behind the princes of the Beacon Theater, and he was not surprised by the appearance of these words. The princes of the Beacon Opera can even know who the person who appeared behind him is, it is his master Wang Yue, and only his master can have such an ability to come behind him. It wasn't until the sound came out that the princes of the Beacon Opera felt Wang Yue's arrival.

In this palace, the guards of the Yulin Army are very tight, and only a few people can come and go freely in it. Of course, that small group of people are all people with extremely high status, even a person with high strength like Wang Yue can't break into the palace's skills, and it is more likely that he was discovered and thus besieged and killed by the Yulin Army.

The reason why he was able to walk in the palace was that he was the master of the prince Liu Bian, and there was another point, that is, he was also hired by Liu Xuan, the commander of the Yulin Army, as a swordsmanship instructor to teach the elite swordsmanship of the Yulin Army. With his swordsmanship, he can naturally be respected by those Yulin Army.

"Master." The princes of the Beacon Fire Show shouted.

Wang Yue was carrying a long sword on his back, and the clothes on his body were also ordinary clothes, and there was no difference in the slightest because he became the prince's teacher. But no matter how simple he dressed, when he stood, he stood like a mountain. It is a mountain, a sword, or the breeze that caresses the face, and the calm water of the lake. All kinds of temperaments are integrated into one in this way, and no matter how ordinary a person is, he is suddenly extraordinary.

"You've already died once, you know?" Wang Yue raised his eyes, and the edge in his eyes was revealed, like a murderous sword.

Unconsciously, the princes of the Beacon Opera all felt a faint stinging pain in their eyes, and under the pull of the qi, even his apprentice, who was very close to Wang Yue, felt a great horror in his heart.

Originally, Wang Yue was just a person, but when he said this, he became a sword. The mountain collapsed, the wind poured, the water flooded, and all that was left was a sharp edge, which belonged to the sharpness of the sword, which was the sword intent that was unstoppable, no matter what stood in front of him, he would cut it off.

After a while, the princes of the Beacon Opera realized what they were wrong. He didn't say much, but quietly changed the position where his feet were standing, and the muscles of his whole body tensed, showing a state of secret vigilance.

He did die once. The comfortable life in the palace has made him no longer so vigilant about the outside world, and he has a vigilant heart. The environment here, the life here, have quietly and unconsciously changed him.

If it had been an enemy standing behind him just now, he would have died a long time ago. Because when a person, no matter who you are, appears behind you when you are defenseless, it means that your life is not in your own hands at that moment.

For a swordsman, this is death, and even if he is not dead, it is no different from death. This time it's the master, and the next time, the possible enemy will be able to send him to hell.

Thinking about it, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on the foreheads of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, if it weren't for the reminder of the master Wang Yue, I was afraid that the spicy would not have realized this now.

He didn't try to defend it, he didn't say something that I was wrong and I changed it immediately. Just like Liu Wei, as long as the princes of the Beacon Opera pointed out a little mistake, he didn't say anything, and only immediately corrected the mistake. The same is true for the princes of the Beacon Opera, this habit is in the same vein, and they, the senior brothers, have also experienced it.

No matter how much you say, it has no effect, only to really change it and do it immediately, this is what Wang Yue wants to see.

"That's what you're prepared for?" Wang Yue questioned loudly.

"How can you face those powerful enemies if you are so prepared? Because you can't even defeat yourself, you can't defeat your own inertia, then you will definitely not be able to defeat your enemy, because your enemy, who wants to kill you, will definitely not be lazy. ”

Wang Yue's reprimand is as merciless as his sword, and his people are also merciless. If he can't solve it, then his disciples will only use blood and even their lives to prove the correctness of his reprimands.

"Is this really your enlightenment?" He asked.

"Yes, master, what I have realized are those things that I must protect with my life." The princes of the Beacon Opera replied, their eyes did not dodge, with a look of determination.

He already knew what he was going to face, those enemies, very strong, even the princes of the Beacon Opera could imagine the scene of being crushed to death by thousands of troops. But so what? It is true that he can walk, but people can walk, but the heart and soul cannot.

There are some things that you will regret if you miss them, and if you miss them, you will never have a chance to do them again. Only if you really face it, even if you get the worst ending in the end, it is at least the ending you get by working hard.

How about not trying it? Try and you won't die, and if you do, it doesn't matter. Because compared to the death of a person, the decay of a heart and the fall of the soul are what the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera are unwilling to obtain.

There are thousands of paths and thousands of possibilities in the world, but he chose the most difficult one, and there are only two possible paths. He is very tough, and the princes of the Beacon Opera have always known that they are a little tough, admitting death, and they are so stupid in the eyes of others. Even in reality, because of this so-called stupidity, I have had too many unsatisfactory experiences, and even many life and death crises, and the suffering of flesh and skin. But he didn't complain at all, because he was a widow, the one who was once regarded as garbage on the garbage star, not taken seriously, and even many citizens of the empire were unwilling to admit it.

But he is not just garbage, no matter what others think, he understands what he was in the past, what he is now, and what he will be in the future. To be able to get out of the garbage star, he is lucky enough compared to most of the people who are the same as himself. He has seen such a landscape, a different landscape, and of course he will want to continue to look at it and experience a more different landscape. If you can't watch it any longer, it's enough, every time you watch a little more and experience a little more, you'll earn it!

He is human, but when he chooses to pick up a sword, he is first and foremost a swordsman. The swordsman should believe in the sword in his hand, and he should choose to use the sword in his hand to solve everything that should be solved.

What's more, this is a game, and death is not real death. It's just that some people can't let their efforts go away and disappear, but he can.

From the moment they decided to help Liu Wei, the princes of the Beacon Opera had already figured out a series of difficulties behind and what they were determined to pay. Because he is his little junior brother, the feelings that unconsciously appear between getting along, the princes of the Beacon Opera know that they don't have a younger brother, but Liu Wei is indeed like his younger brother. As an older brother, how can he watch his younger brother end up like that and be indifferent?

Laughing, the princes of the Beacon Opera pulled out the wooden sword that was tied around his waist with a simple buckle, which was a ridiculous-looking wooden sword, which looked like a child's toy. It is extremely ridiculous, if it is the enemy who is standing in front of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera now, then that enemy will definitely feel ridiculous at this moment and laugh out loud.

However, the princes of the Beacon Opera were extremely solemn, although there was a wooden sword in his hand, but this was his sword. This is a sword capable of killing, and no matter how outrageous it seems to others, it cannot change the fact that this wooden sword is his long sword.

Fast, that is, the princes of the Beacon Opera have been apprenticed to Wang Yue since they were apprentices, until now, he has been practicing swords, and he is practicing swords fast. The wooden sword is lighter than an ordinary long sword, and it can be regarded as light, even a child can stab it out and swing it at a very fast speed.

It's just that no one can train a wooden sword into a sword that can hurt people and kill people. And the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera can, and he can do it, that is because the speed of his sword is incomparably fast, as long as the speed is fast enough, the wooden sword can also kill!

"Master, please advise." As soon as the words fell, the wooden swords of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera stabbed out, and only a vague shadow could be seen.

I can't tell how fast this sword is, because I can't see it clearly, and even the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera don't know how fast he can draw his own sword. Because this is already a habit rooted in the bloodline, it is exercised by countless times of using the sword to stimulate, a simple sword, when such a simple thing is done to the extreme, then no matter how simple the sword, it becomes not simple.

Abandoning all changes, all turning, this is the ultimate sword. It is precisely because of simplicity that there are no flaws, because when you are faced with such a sword, you can't dodge, then there is only death. Even if you can see the stab of this sword, you can only block it, and you can block such a sword stubbornly.

When the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera took out their swords, Wang Yue also took out their swords, and his long sword was blocked in front of the wooden swords of the Beacon Fire Princes. The tip of the wooden sword stabbed at the long sword, and the blade only shook slightly, and the wooden sword could no longer move forward.

However, with the help of this concussive force, the princes of the Beacon Opera took advantage of the momentum to withdraw their swords and stabbed them out again. His three-plate axe is a thorn, constantly stabbing, as long as he is faster than the other party, then he can always grasp the rhythm of the battle, the so-called offense instead of defense, this is what it means.

"Do you know why the teacher insists on letting you use a wooden sword?" Wang Yue opened his mouth when he took out his sword to block the fast swords of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera.

He simply stood there, only the arm holding the long sword kept changing positions, and the long sword in his hand always appeared in front of the wooden sword. It's like an unpredictable prophet, no matter how fast the sword of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera is, stabbing at any extremely tricky angle, what finally greets him is Wang Yue's long sword.

There is no bright sword light, and there are no superfluous sword moves, just a few ordinary blocks and blocks. The sword in his hand is Wang Yue's extended arm, no matter how fierce the sword is in front of him, it can't break through.

"Because your heart is uncertain, even now, your heart is too floating, and the sword is also floating." A sword was pointed out, and when the wooden swords of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera were about to stab again, the tip of Wang Yue's sword was already hanging in front of the throats of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera.

Just through a thin layer of skin, as long as the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera swallowed their saliva and their Adam's apple moved, then the tip of the sword would inevitably cut through the skin of his throat. It only takes a little more to move forward, and the princes of the Beacon Opera are dead.

"Those who use swords, the sword is as they please, the light one is white and the white horse passes through the gap, and the heavy one is like Shen Yue."

Wang Yue's sword was taken back, but the wooden sword of the princes of the Beacon Opera seized this opportunity at this moment and stabbed Wang Yue in the chest without hesitation. But this time, his movements stopped abruptly again, because the momentum of Wang Yue's retracted long sword changed and stopped in front of his chest.

Like the sword hanging in the throat, this sword was also very close to the chest of the princes of the Beacon Theater, and it was also a fatal blow. The princes of the Beacon Opera knew that he had died again, and since he was dead, he was a dead man, so naturally the wooden sword stopped, because it couldn't be stabbed. And even if he stabs out, he can't do it all, not only is the distance still a little short, but also the characteristics of his wooden sword determine that once it stagnates, he can't hurt people anymore.

"You are still young, a man is like a sword, and a sword is a man. When you really realize what kind of sword you should master, and learn to use this sword, then you can really settle down. ”

"Your sword can kill, but it can't kill whoever you want to kill. In this way, how can you use the sword in your hand to protect the people and things you want to protect, and face everything you will face? ”

Wang Yue asked, again and again, when the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera attacked, they preempted him, and the long sword stayed in front of a fatal part like the previous two times. The princes of the Beacon Opera died again and again, stood up again and again, kept failing, kept trying, as if he would not be tired and discouraged, desperately absorbing the nutrients from it.

Wang Yue is feeding the sword, using his own sword to guide the princes of the Beacon Opera to grow. As a swordsman, Wang Yue knew that no matter who it was, even if he was the top swordsman in the world as the master of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, he could not change the fact that a swordsman only relied on and believed in the sword in his hand.

His sword pressed down the wooden sword of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, and the blade of the sword slashed along the blade of the wooden sword, "Ahh Wang Yue passed by the princes of the Beacon Opera, and along with the falling, there were a few strands of hair next to the sideburns of the princes of the Beacon Theater.

"If one day, you put down the wooden sword in your hand and choose a long sword, then you are a swordsman. Because the swordsman is not stained with blood, how can he prove that he has a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart? Just like a sword, if you don't drink blood, you will never become a qualified sword. ”

"A sword is a murderous sword, and a man is a murderer. People are like swords! ”

:,,gegegengxin!!