"Hurry up! Faster! Hurry up and use all your strength! Song Beichen clapped his hands and roared loudly.

In the underground training room of the Yanxing branch base, Yan Qingcheng waved a three-meter-long war sickle and walked forward among the stone chips on the ground.

There are sharp scythe blades at both ends, they are symmetrical in the center, drawing a perfect circle in the air, and the blade shadows are quickly intertwined, looking like a silver sun.

This kind of scythe is called "Double Scythe Reaper", which is one of the most difficult fighting skills to practice in the Wing Clan, it is suitable for advancing on the frontal battlefield in the era of cold weapons, the attack is fast and heavy, the defense is impermeable, and there is no grass in the place where it passes, and the only drawback is that it consumes too much physical energy.

At this time, Yan Qingcheng was casting the Double Scythe Death Reaper through the limestone, which was not too hard, but it was easy to crack when cutting; His goal was to perfectly excavate a cylindrical passage from this limestone, and any misstep would lead to the loss of all his work.

The scythe blade sparked sparks on the rocks, Yan Qingcheng's movements were too fast, the previous sparks were not extinguished, and the next one followed, and the dense sparks left an afterimage in his eyes, like a golden light curtain.

He was more than half the way into the limestone, and he was only one meter away from being able to cut through it completely.

It's about to get out of strength again, Yan Qingcheng silently calculated his physical strength in his heart, just casting the double sickle Death Reaper out of thin air is tired enough, and it is easy to open a perfect cylindrical passage in the rock?

"But this time it's different, I've been training for three months, and this time it's going to be successful." He gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out between his teeth.

With a jerk of his wings behind him, he changed his posture, no longer casting a scythe centered on himself, but concentrating all his strength in front of him; He's going to take a desperate gamble and take a risk before his physical strength is completely drained.

"Ahh With a roar, the last centimeter was pierced, and Yan Qingcheng finally succeeded in breaking through this huge limestone.

His whole body was weak, and the scythe in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but he could barely support his body.

When the strength is gone, stand with your muscles! If your muscles are broken, you can stand with your bones! When the bones are broken, stand with your soul! No matter what time it is, the Wing Clan is not allowed to fall!

A crisp sound of metal shattering sounded, and the scythe blades at both ends of the scythe had reached their limit.

This is the ninth pair of scythes that Yan Qingcheng has broken.

He gasped for air, the bulging veins in his arms slowly returning to normal, the strong muscles disappearing beneath his skin, and he transformed himself from a raging WingClan warrior back to the suave-looking teenager.

Song Beichen's pupils contracted slightly, he didn't expect that this young man could complete the training in just three months, and he spent four full months on the same stone piercing training, and this time far broke the previous record in the "Wings of Freedom" organization.

"How is it, Old Song? I finally made it! Yan Qingcheng shouted to Song Beichen on the side, his ears became temporarily less sensitive in the dense sound of scythes colliding with rocks, so he couldn't control his volume.

"It's quite qualified," Song Beichen was expressionless, looking at the passage in the rock with his spare eyes, the blade marks on the rock wall were fine and even, without a single crack, this was already a perfect result, "barely half of the level I had when I was young." ”

For more than ninety years, he had seen too many star-stellar young men, gifted, noble, and sought after by all; These people often have a very high starting point and fly extremely fast, but lack precipitation and are prone to fold their wings in their own arrogance; Song Beichen didn't want the young man in front of him to end up with the same ending, so he deliberately suppressed him.

"Is this still just a rough pass?" Yan Qingcheng thought to himself, and he turned his head to look into the depths of the training room, which was full of thousands of cubic meters of broken rock, which was the result of his three months of practicing the Twin Scythe Death Reaper.

"I will be more diligent," he said respectfully towards Song Beichen, "Old Song, now can you tell me, why do we still have to learn melee skills in the era of hot weapons?" ”

Song Beichen nodded, took out a blue crystal from his chest and threw it to him.

"Because it exists."

Yan Qingcheng took the crystal, which was less than the size of his thumb, and looked at it carefully, but he didn't see anything abnormal.

"This is one of the very few technologies of our Wing Clan that has not been completely lost - the energy shield," Song Beichen said, "You should know a little bit about the ray shields used by the outside world, the shield generators of those things are very large and not suitable for a single person to carry; As early as a thousand years ago, our ancestors improved this technology, they concentrated energy in this small crystal, activated or closed by friction, and could quickly support an energy shield large enough for one person at any time and place; This shield has a good defensive effect against small individual energy weapons such as the Shaped Gun, but the cost of itself is negligible, so it has become the standard equipment for members of the organization. ”

He paused, and seemed very unaccustomed to explaining too much to others, "Our enemies are not ordinary government troops, you don't need to know much about them now, you just need to understand that they know us well, and they know that long-range weapons are difficult to cause damage, so they mostly resort to close-range assassination; Learning melee skills is all about being able to restrain them, and you should know a little bit about the Lightblade during this time. ”

"Hmm." Yan Qingcheng took off the broken scythe blades at both ends of the scythe, twisted his hands in the middle of the scythe, and two golden light blades replaced the original position of the scythe, and at close range, he could observe that the space around the light blade was unnaturally distorted.

He swung his blade of light to make a whirlwind, leaving a golden trail in the air, which was very cool.

"The blade of light is actually a conceptual weapon, and the purpose of its existence is to cut, to cut all objects that stand in its way; Our ancestors discovered it in a certain rock formation and made this light-bladed battle sickle," Song Beichen's eyes sharpened a little, and he was quite afraid of this deadly weapon, "Use it carefully, we haven't fully studied its production process, all light-bladed battle sickles have been handed down from ancient times, and if you use a bad handle, you will have one less handle." ”

"Hmm."

"My training is over, you can keep the basic exercise every day from now on; Remember, the WingClan doesn't need to increase their strength, our strength is innate, we just need to keep honing our skills. ”

"I understand, Old Song."

"You can use that crystal." He left his last words.

Song Beichen left, leaving Yan Qingcheng to clean the entire training room alone.

"Is it finally over?" He put away his blade of light, stretched long, and began to pick up the stone chips from the ground.

Soon after, a slender figure appeared outside the door, and Peony was waving to him with a basket.