"Boy, your actions are wrong, with your slow speed, do you think you can watch it?" Wan Hua changed his previous arrogant personality and said to Lie Yang seriously.

The corners of Lieyang's mouth twitched, indeed, compared to the sword, the knife is a little too bulky, no matter how he uses his strength, he feels that some of the strength is inadequate, if it is just a simple split, slash, teasing, sweeping, and twisting, Lieyang can still control it, but once these actions are coherent, he can't control it.

For example, at the moment of chopping, quickly pick up the blade, and then slash in the air when you pick up halfway, sweep the backhand again, choose a point at a very fast speed, twist hard, and then chop down.

Seemingly a simple set of actions, the sun can't get used to it, or the force used is too great, the knife can't be closed, and the inertia of pressing down cancels each other out if you want to pick it up, and the moment is like time paused, although there are only two or three seconds, but if it is in actual combat, because of these two or three seconds, he will die. Or it is the twist after the knife, every time the wrist is flipped to carry out the knife twist, the wrist can't bear the inertia of the knife and flies out.

Originally, Wanhua only set a small goal for Lieyang, but Lieyang not only stubbornly didn't listen, but instead wanted to practice swordsmanship directly. I've had enough of it.

"Okay, boy, you can't reach thousands of miles without accumulating steps, you can't become rivers and seas without accumulating small streams, and you want to reach the sky in one step, you kid is very beautiful when you think of it!Boy, look at it, your first goal is like this!" Wanhua first shook his head and laughed, then went to the knife behind him, looked at Lieyang and said.

Seeing that Lieyang put down the knife in his hand and turned his head, Wan Hua smiled, took a piece of oiled paper from the package, threw it to the ground, and then shouted, "Boy, keep your eyes open!" Then Shuangshu held the mountain knife and slashed hard at the oil paper, and at the moment when the blade immediately hit the oil paper, the muscles on Wanhua's arm tightened again like a wriggling python, and he struggled to lift it up, like a thousand-pound big knife directly lifted to his chest.

Lieyang looked at the oil paper that was still lying on the ground, and couldn't help but look at Wan Hua with a hint of mockery, Wan Hua smiled disdainfully, and then flicked his sleeve robe, and the sleeve robe rushed towards the oil paper with a trace of strength.

The oiled paper lying on the ground was as if it had been carefully cut from the middle after being accurately measured, and turned into two neat sheets of oiled paper, slowly drifting in both directions, but there was not even a trace of knife marks on the ground below the oiled paper.

Lieyang looked at the oiled paper in a daze, and walked towards the oiled paper with some incredulity, wanting to see if this was true, but Lieyang in front didn't notice it, Wanhua behind him was smiling treacherously, and he was quickly retracting a silver-white silk thread thinner than a hair.

"Hey boy, Lao Tzu has eaten more salt than you have ever peed, playing with Lao Tzu, you can't kill you!" Looking at the scorching sun that kept comparing the two pages of oil paper, Wanhua smiled treacherously in his heart.

Although Wanhua made a small joke with Lieyang, a stubborn Lieyang really believed it and set it as his goal.

Don't forget, this is a forest, and the most important thing in the forest is of course trees, and if there are trees, there will be no shortage of leaves. So Lieyang asked Wanhua to stay here for a week and let himself hone first.

Of course, Wanhua agreed, he originally wanted to make things difficult for Lieyang first, and then wait for Lieyang to practice unsuccessfully, and then beg himself to guide him. Thinking of the depressed little eyes when Lieyang found out that he had deceived him, Wanhua couldn't help laughing.

Since the day Wanhua split the oil paper, Lieyang has repeated that action every day except for eating. The knife is raised above the head, slashed down, and when it is about to fall into the leaves, quickly lift the knife. After practicing again and again, I don't know if after hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of times, the sun has long been numb, sweat flows down the sideburns into the eyes, and the sun is still unmoved.

"Boy, give up, you can't succeed!" Wan Hua watched Lieyang keep repeating an action that had no effect, and couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in his heart, he couldn't bear to deceive Lieyang again, and was about to get up to tell Lieyang the truth, when he suddenly saw Lieyang's godless eyes as if they were alive, staring at a leaf in front of him, Wanhua followed Lieyang's gaze, and was stunned for a moment, the leaf, actually, was actually split, the neat cut was located in the center of the leaf, and there was no trace of knife marks on the ground under the leaf.

"Is the legend that the master told me true?" Wanhua couldn't help but think of a legend that his master told him. And the legend that Wanhua has been scorning has actually become a reality in the kid in front of him.

"Is that so?" Lieyang said as he ignored Wan Hua, who was stunned on the side, and gently stroked the black weird long knife.

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There are some things today, I can't be tired, tomorrow, double more offered!.