In the Purple Cloud World, at the beginning of "he" sword practice, he only practiced one action, and that was stabbing!

In the academy where "he" is located in the small city, the person who teaches them combat lessons is only an Extreme Realm Dawn Warrior (1) who has been unable to break through the threshold of the rising sun for almost his entire life, but his attainments in technical combat are extremely profound, and he has defeated the rising sun warrior with the weak. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And his requirement for students who practice swords is to practice stabbing first, what is a sword? Is it the king of a hundred soldiers? Is it the sword of the royal road? Is it a gentleman's sword? No matter how beautiful the metaphor may be, at the end of the day, it's a stabbing weapon!

So thorn is the soul and essence of swordsmanship!

The stab should be fast, accurate and steady, the gentleman asked the students to start stabbing hundreds of times a day, and after a few days of stabbing the sword, they will change to a stabbing target, and the number of stabs a day should not be less than a thousand times, if their body and family conditions allow, without causing damage to the arm, it is best to stab thousands or even tens of thousands of times a day.

In this way, it can be as short as one or two months, and as long as a year and a half, the thorn can basically enter the house, and then begin to learn the style, sharpening, and then gradually splitting, chopping, chopping, picking, teasing, spinning, leading, etc., and finally master all the fundamental uses of the sword.

"He" practiced stabbing alone for three months, and even if his strength became stronger and stronger later in the rest of his life, swordsmanship was relatively less important than in the early stage, "he" never gave up practicing swordsmanship, and his mastery of stabbing went deep into the blood and soul.

Because Chuandong has "his" sword memory, there is no need to start practicing stabbing alone, but his mastery of stabbing is still a little worse than physically, and he can already be called a houser.

In addition, the strong man never thought that Chuandong would be crazy enough to kill people on the spot, and the sluggish effect of alcohol was a little bit, so he ......

Burst!

The tip of the first sword, which was still stained with dried blood on the sword, disappeared into the throat of the strong man, and he was not bad at it and was still wearing a stab-proof suit, but he could not react in any way, nor could he let the stab-proof suit play any role, and the battle was over before it even began.

The audience was silent, and no one would have thought that Chuandong would be so crazy.

When!

The strong man's knife fell to the ground, and he grabbed his neck with both hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but to no avail, the blood kept gushing out, and even if he could cover it, his trachea was pierced, and the end was already doomed.

In the end, he could only slowly fall down with his eyes full of disbelief, despair, and regret.

"Old horse!" Jiao Jiannan stepped forward to support his body and shouted angrily, although the two of them are not good people, they have supported him all the way from childhood to adulthood, and they have a real friendship with each other.

The stout man's mouth opened and he wanted to speak, but he could only spit out a mouthful of blood, and finally struggled to kick his legs twice, then his eyes were wide open, and his soul flew into the netherworld.

"Old horse!!" Jiao Jiannan screamed again, tears flowed out, and then raised his head angrily with red eyes: "You ......"

The brilliant sword light with the color of blood flashed again.

The same sword, the same throat, the same incredulity.

"Since you're so sad, let's go down and accompany him." Chuandong's voice was faint, his eyes became darker and darker, and there seemed to be a more vigorous ghostly fire burning.

Zhen's uncle and nephew are completely stupid, they are all people who have been stained with blood on their hands, but they have never seen such a murderous person as Chuandong, everyone is a fellow practitioner (they think), there was no resentment at all, at this time, because of the dog meat, there is a little resentment, show off the muscles, and get them (the strong man) feel that the face and dog meat are not normal?

Under normal circumstances, isn't it true that both sides shake their muscles, and it is necessary to make a few more moves, and then one side admits defeat? There may be some injuries, the probability of disability is very low, as for death, it will not be, and it is not a big fight on the road, the nature of injury and death is completely different.

But Chuandong killed him, not by mistake, but with a sword with a clear purpose! That's not all, Jiao Jiannan didn't offend him at all, but he killed him with a sword like a chicken!

Before the uncle and nephew could come back to their senses, Chuandong's deep and dark voice rang out:

"That little brother, right? The bone chopping knife you just now seems to be very sharp, and the technique of playing with the knife is also very sharp, how about playing with two knives on these two people? ”

In the end, they are all people who have had extraordinary experiences, and the three of them immediately sobered up when they heard him.

Zhen Xiaoyi shouted: "Don't even think about it! ”

Zhen Xiaoyong's previous steel pipe was not put back to the door, but was taken to the counter, and he immediately picked up the steel pipe and looked at Chuandong cautiously.

Zhen Shanren shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Little brother, don't worry, we will never reveal the slightest information, and it is even more impossible to call the police or anything, as long as you throw their corpses into those dark alleys, their final official report will definitely be that they will not succeed in hunting mutant animals, but will be eaten, and there will be no other explanation." ”

Chuandong raised his sword and said lightly: "What if I say no?" By the way, thank you uncle for reminding me, and I have to trouble you to throw them into the dark alley. ”

Zhen Xiaoyi walked along the wall to the table of the two strong men, picked up the mountain knife that Jiao Jiannan left on the table, played with two beautiful knife flowers, and sneered: "Don't think that if we kill two people, we will be afraid of you, when we haven't killed anyone?" ”

Zhen Xiaoyong's eyes narrowed, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and he held the steel pipe like a beast about to pounce.

Zhen Shanren took out a horizontal knife from a hidden place on the counter and pulled the knife out of its scabbard. Yes, like a sword, on the battlefield of ancient cold weapons in Taixia, the main battle weapon gradually transitioned from a sword to a melee weapon based on the ring head knife, a symbol weapon of the sword.

For a moment, the swords were all out, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense, and the air could hardly flow, only the smell of blood emanating from the two corpses on the ground was permeating.

The two brothers of the Zhen family did not rush to act, but waited for their uncle's order, Chuandong's sword was too terrifying, even Zhen Xiaoyi, who sneered and said that he was not afraid, did not dare to move.

Chuandong still stood upright with his sword, his face was blank, and his eyes were dark.

After nearly two minutes, Zhen Shanren, whose eyes had been struggling, finally put down the knife slightly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and squeezed out a smile: "Just like the little brother said, but how about I cut it?" ”

With the three of them, he was sure that he would win the battle, but he was not at all sure that he would not be killed by one or two people, so the battle was too unworthwhile for him.

And as Chuandong intended, the actual risk is actually not big, at least it is far less than fighting Chuandong, a madman.

The corners of Chuandong's mouth lifted, revealing a smile that he didn't know what it meant, and he didn't rush to answer Zhen Shanren, but asked:

"Are you uncles and nephews, uncles and nephews?"

Zhen Shanren was stunned, not knowing what he was asking for, but he still replied: "Yes." ”

"What about their parents?" Chuandong asked again.

"What are you asking for?" Zhen Shanren was a little angry.

"What about their parents?"

Zhen Shanren gritted his teeth, took a long breath, and replied:

"Dead!"

The two brothers, Zhen Xiaoyong and Zhen Xiaoyi, showed sadness on their faces, and at the same time glared at Chuandong even more angrily.

There was a different light flashing in Chuandong's eyes, and he continued to ask:

"You seem to have a good relationship?"

Zhen Shanren roared: "What are you going to do? What does it matter to you whether we have a good relationship or not? ”

"You have a good relationship?"

"Shhh...... Call...... Very good, we have a very good relationship, I treat them as sons, satisfied, right? ”

"Heh, hehe! The same uncle and nephew, the same parents died, why is your relationship so ......" Chuandong's voice that had been dark was finally a little different, his eyelids sank slightly, and he muttered in a low voice, just saying that the voice gradually revealed the meaning of madness, and the volume gradually increased, and the meaning of madness became more and more obvious, and finally he said angrily:

“…… How good is it to be!? ”

At the same time, the sword light rises again, and the target is the nearest ...... Zhen Xiaoyi.

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(1) There are three levels of warriors: Morning Sun, Rising Sun, and Scorching Sun.

Each level is divided into four realms: the beginning, the battle, the full, and the extreme.