Heavy rain is like a note, the water vapor is filled, and the sky and the earth are the same color.

Emperor Statue Square, under the majestic statue of Emperor Tianwu, Lynch is shirtless and dances his sword in the rain. The thin body and the strange long bone sword looked extremely discordant, but they looked so determined and stubborn, wielding them wantonly, trying in vain to split the rain curtain that connected heaven and earth.

It was raining in five or six out of ten places in the summer capital, and he could practice swords everywhere, but he had to come to the emperor's statue, and he didn't know why, he just wanted to come here. Maybe he wants to get a desperate will from this ancient ancestor, or maybe he regards this place as a blessed land of his own, because the transformation he got here at the beginning is now to find out the power in his eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The sword slashed, and Lynch could hear the sound of the raindrops shattering, crisp, like an extremely faint drumbeat. As for the splash of water that has broken into a fog, it is clearly visible.

It's just that these raindrops are not what he wants to chop, and the falling rain is as slow as the leaves flying in his eyes, and he can see it clearly. But no matter how hard you try, the sword in your hand is just out of reach, and the two are always intertwined, unless you are motionless and continue below.

The eyes are fast and the hands are slow, and how to run in the error between the two is a difficulty that hinders him. If you want to see the scenery farther and brighter, you must first climb over this mountain.

Lynch kept swinging, slashing, slashing, and slashing, and I can't remember how many times he practiced the "rain chopping style", but anyway, his arms were so heavy that he couldn't lift them, as if they were filled with lead.

He swallowed five or six mouthfuls of Huiyang water in one go, lay down in the water, stroked his chest, and looked up to the sky to watch the rain.

The rain sprinkled down endlessly, endlessly, hitting his thin body, moist and cool, hitting his unblinking eyes, moisturizing dry eye sockets.

Even if an ordinary person wants to hit a drop of falling rain and swing his sword hundreds or thousands of times, he should be familiar enough to master a certain know-how, and it will never be a problem to hit two or three times out of ten. No matter how bad it is, it is certain that one or two times will be accidentally split once or twice in a thousand times.

And Lynch, who has extraordinary vision, tried his best to do this, but it was a hundred times more difficult.

Once a person has an advantage, the more he relies on that advantage, the more he will be constrained by that advantage.

Lynch's attempt to grasp the trajectory of an object with a quick eye that makes it seem slow has led to a serious disconnect between sensory and physical reactions, which has dragged him down. Perhaps the goal that can be achieved through diligent cultivation has become trance-like and unpredictable.

For more than two months, because there was almost no improvement in swordsmanship, he once began to hesitate whether to abandon this extraordinary vision, and relied on his own diligence to cultivate the "Rainclad Sword Technique".

Eventually, he let go of his hesitation and decided to persevere in his quest for the power of the Twin Eyes.

The reason is very simple, first of all, since you have obtained this ability, if you don't make good use of it, it will be a tyrannical thing, and you can't say that this is your only hope!

Secondly, my body is sick and weak, and trying to cultivate like ordinary people is simply a drop in the bucket, so I must find another way to take a path that belongs to me through these sharp eyes.

The most important thing is that this sword technique is too difficult, and few people in later generations have actually practiced it. It took almost half of his life to reach the realm of Valkyrie Ye Xuan. And most of those people are geniuses who are unique in ten thousand, and most of their lives are not five or six years, seven or eight years, but seventy or eighty years, or even hundreds of years.

He suffered from a black heart disease, and he didn't know when he would die of illness, and the most important thing was time. Cultivation can indeed prolong one's life, but cultivation requires the accumulation of time, and in the middle of the contradiction between the two, what he must do is to shorten the cultivation time to the greatest extent possible in a quick way.

If you can use these eyes to open up a shortcut, have an epiphany in swordsmanship, enter the Tao with a sword, and then rely on swordsmanship to cultivate yourself and constantly strengthen yourself, you may have hope to reach the realm that your father Lin Menglong once reached, or even surpass him and reach a higher and farther realm.

Therefore, he seems to have a choice on the surface, but in fact there is no choice. Like a drowning man who grabs a life-saving straw, he has to try to weave this straw into a straw rope and climb this straw rope to try to get ashore.

Another drop of rain had fallen, and if nothing else, it should hit the tip of his nose.

He regained some strength, and raised the dragon's tooth sword in his hand, pointing straight at the sky, the tip of the sword firmly placed in the trajectory of the falling raindrops.

As expected, the raindrops fell exactly on the tip of the sword, the tip was sharp and smooth, and the raindrops were not dispersed, but pierced, slowly sliding down, like a water belt, constantly expanding, and finally becoming more and more faint, or even nothing.

"Rain of thorns, success!"

Lynch licked his lips, smiled bitterly, and laughed at himself helplessly.

As soon as Fang finished saying this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he was taken aback by himself, and was surprised to realize that this piercing rain style was indeed successful!

He finally realized that he had entered a misunderstanding from the beginning, and only by getting rid of this misunderstanding could he really start.

The first style of "Rain-cloaking Sword Technique" is the rain slashing pose, and the second style is the stabbing rain pose. First practice the easier rain cutting pose, and then practice the stabbing rain pose, which is hundreds of times more difficult, this is the basic step from simple to difficult.

But for him, who has super vision, the stabbing rain style is actually the easiest, and the way to step into this swordsmanship is not to start from "cutting the rain", but from "stabbing the rain".

After so many rains for such a long time, I actually found out about this. He laughed out loud, laughing at himself for finally getting the hang of it, and laughing at himself for being stupid and wasting too much time.

After waking up, Lynch's spirit was also lifted, and he immediately turned over and began to practice the rain stabbing pose.

Relying on supervision, he first stabbed vertically upwards, and then gradually added a certain angle to stab upwards diagonally, so he practiced patiently and gradually.

After mastering the method, he really made rapid progress, and in less than an hour, he could pierce the raindrops at an angle of forty-five degrees diagonally.

The rain was getting lighter and lighter, and a light wind was blowing, and the raindrops were getting harder and harder to stab, but he still practiced unremittingly. For him, it's better to have a difficult time, and it helps to improve the level.

When he was so hungry that he couldn't do it, he hid under the huge hem of the statue of Emperor Tianwu, ate a little cold food that he brought, and barely filled his stomach.

In the afternoon, the rain clouds were heavy, and the rain that had eased down became heavier again, and it seemed that a torrential rain was brewing.

The cold rain soaked in the body, as cold as ice, Lynch tirelessly raised his sword to stab the sky, sweating like rain, and his whole body was bubbling with white gas, not only did he not feel the cold, but the blood was rolling, and the whole body was warm, like soaking in a hot spring.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

A young man wearing a hat and a cloak walked over and said loudly: "What a unicorn clan, it's really extraordinary!"

When Lynch followed the prestige, the young man had already walked two feet away from him, and still strode forward, a pair of eyes looking at him intently, with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?"

Lynch was slightly surprised, stopped, and asked out loud.

Although it was raining heavily at this time, and few people passed by the Imperial Statue Square, there were still scattered people. He practiced swords here, which naturally attracted people's attention, and no one came forward to talk, and this young man was the first.

When he said this, the young man happened to walk up to him, and brought with him a gust of wind, which made him take a small step back.

Lynch looked up at this person, and had no fear, only to see that he was burly, extremely majestic, with a Chinese face, big ears, a square mouth and a straight nose, eyebrows flying straight into the temples, and bright eyes.

It's just that his beard is unkempt, his clothes are tattered, and a pair of shabby leather boots actually show his toes, which hides all his qualities, like a down-and-out wanderer who has traveled from afar.

The young man stood in front of Lynch, almost like a giant, he grinned and said loudly: "A certain family is not talented, the surname is Xiongying, called Xiongying, and if you read it upside down, you are a hero." You're the last descendant of the Kirin, Lynch, right?"

Lynch nodded, and involuntarily reached out to cover the dark spot on his chest. Since the advent of the Black Iron Age, the black spots on the chest have long become the symbol of the Qilin clan.

"It's said that it's better to see than to hear, that's a good point!"

Xiongying sighed and said, "It is rumored that the last unicorn in the world is an out-and-out waste, but I saw his shadow from you!"

"Whose shadow?"

Lynch was secretly happy in his heart, and subconsciously thought that this person was talking about his father Lin Menglong.

Xiongying didn't speak, turned his head to look at the towering statue of Emperor Tianwu, and walked forward.

Lynch was stunned, intrigued by this unique man, and followed.

He saw that Xiongying had not stopped in front of the emperor statue for a long time, and actually climbed up along the smelted and deformed giant foot, and he was immediately furious, and hurriedly stopped: "Bah! What do you want to do, you guy?"

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous......"

Xiongying easily jumped on the feet of the statue of God, and laughed loudly: "Don't worry, a certain family has no intention of blaspheming the Emperor Tianwu, just following the tradition of my clan to touch the toes of the Emperor." ”

"What are you talking about? What the hell are you trying to do?"

Lynch was completely confused, his anger increased instead of decreasing, if it weren't for his lack of ability to jump up, he would have wanted to fight with this guy.

Xiongying leaned down, and really touched the toes of the emperor statue with his hand, and said as he touched it: "Ah, have you seen it? There is a war hammer here, which is the weapon used by the ancestors of my hammerhead boot clan!"

"Hammer Boots?"

Lynch had heard of this family, a well-known military family that had been a pillar of the Flying Bears for generations.

He looked at the toe of the emperor's statue, and saw that there was indeed a clearly recognizable mark of the war hammer on it, which was clearly touched, and it could be seen that there were many characters in this hammer boot clan for more than 800 years.

Xiongying let out a long breath, sat down on his huge feet, and spoke: "When this iron statue was built, the ancestor of our clan was willing to sacrifice the war hammer that accompanied him throughout his war career. After the iron statue was cast, he rushed over from the northern plains to watch, and unexpectedly found that his war hammer was embedded in the toes of the Tianwu Emperor. At that time, the world had just risen the family saying, although the ancestor was only a small infantry battalion commander, but in the army he had the title of hammer general, was a first-class warrior, even Emperor Tianwu himself praised him! On a whim, he immediately decided to design his family crest as a boot embedded with a war hammer, and this is how the so-called hammer boot family came from......

"He should not have imagined that the clan that he applied for at will would have the current prosperous situation; the clan emblem that he thought of when he patted his head is now well-known in the entire northern Xinjiang! Until now, people in northern Xinjiang have always said that the reason why the male clan of hammer boots can rise is because the family emblem of the old ancestor is well designed and stained with the glory of the Tianwu Emperor......

After Xiongying finished speaking, he still looked a little unsatisfied, and reached out to touch the traces of the war hammer, covered the hat on his head with his hand, and jumped down from the feet of the emperor's statue.

What shocked Lynch was that he was so majestic and majestic, jumping into the water from a place several feet high, he didn't even step on a single splash, only a circle of ripples spread, it was like floating to the ground, and his skill was so high that he had only seen it in his life, and his father Lin Menglong was probably far inferior to this person.

Xiongying looked up at the statue of the emperor and muttered: "After graduating from the Jixia School Palace, a certain family did not immediately join the army, and spent three years traveling around various states and counties in the Xia Kingdom, and finally came to the Xia Capital City. When paying homage to the statue of the emperor and fulfilling the clan tradition, he actually met the last descendant of the Qilin clan, which is really a blessing!"

He turned around, bent down slightly, stretched out his big hand to Lynch, and grinned: "Lynch, it's an honor to see you here." ”

Lynch hadn't practiced swords for a long time, and he was shivering with cold in the rain, and he stretched out his cold hand and shook it with the big man.

When Xiongying turned around and was about to leave, Lynch suddenly couldn't help but say, "If I'm not mistaken, you want to change the family emblem of your clan, right?"

"Huh?"

Xiongying turned around and said with a little surprise: "Why do you say that?"

Lin Qi said: "The Qilin clan has long since declined, and your Xiong clan is powerful in the northern frontier, do you think that the name of hammer boots is no longer worthy of you, and it is not only not glory to keep it, but shame ......"

Xiongying was silent, and after smiling faintly, he pulled out the tiger's head knife behind his back, raised it high above his head, flipped his wrist, and slashed backwards violently.

"Roar!"

With a tiger roar, a majestic sword qi poured into the sea and seemed to split through the rain curtain.

After the stab, as far as the eye could see, there was no rain on the ground.

This knife cut off the rain vividly, and the knife aura was so strong that it made people's jaws drop.

"This is the Divine Tiger Sword Technique created by Emperor Tianwu, I have only practiced the power of ten tigers, and according to the records of some old soldiers in the Dragon and Tiger Army from generation to generation, Emperor Tianwu has reached the realm of a hundred tigers when he was young, and he has the power of ten thousand tigers with one hand, and his strength is like a god!"

Xiongying said in a deep voice: "The ancestor of my clan, like all the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom in the Tianwu Period, has been proud of having fought side by side with Emperor Tianwu all his life. The Heavenly Tree Clan's heart will not die, or it won't be long before war comes, and if you are still alive, it will be Xiong's honor to fight side by side with you!"

After Xiongying finished speaking, he didn't delay anymore and strode away.

When his figure disappeared, the rain curtain that had been cut off by a knife was reconnected, and a dense splash appeared on the ground......

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