Thousands of years have brought Qingyue many changes, one of which is that she has become concerned about her appearance.

The long-term popularity of Qingyue has made Qingyue understand that no matter what standard you look at, her face is a perfect and impeccable work of art. Although she never talked about it, it was impossible to say that she did not have pride in her heart.

But this person who can't even remember his beauty in such a prosperous world the next day seriously offended Qingyue's self-esteem.

"Your fist and foot skills are really good, but I don't know how to use weapons?" took out a training sword from the weapon rack on the sidelines, Qingyue weighed the weight with his hand, and said: "I use the sword, please take care of yourself." ”

"Then I'll use a sword too. With a casual movement, he drew the same blade, and Lin Lang, who was standing in front of Qing Yue, was loose and sloppy, without any posture at all: "It just so happens that your swordsmanship is a little deficient, let me tell you where the problem is." ”

Qingyue's eyes narrowed, revealing a danger signal. If ignoring her appearance only made her long-sought after pride a little uncomfortable, then criticizing her swordsmanship was undoubtedly a head-on challenge to her authority.

Qingyue is an immortal in the sword who enters the Tao with a sword. And the man in front of him, who didn't know the height of the sky, was now ashamed to say that he wanted to instruct her swordsmanship.

"Well, please advise. Without further ado, Qingyue gave a light salute, and at the same time as the sword flower in her hand was held, the tip was already close to Lin Lang's throat.

She wants to teach the other person a lesson.

The tip of the sword was forced to stop when it was still five centimeters away from Lin Lang's Adam's apple, and he couldn't move an inch again. Lin Lang just raised his hand lightly and picked up the sword, and the blade of the sword was stuck at the hilt of Qing Yue's sword without any mistakes. Facing the other party's incredulous gaze, Lin Lang smiled very badly: "I won!" After speaking, he reached up, and the tip of the sword formed an oblique angle, piercing Qingyue's snow-white neck, and there was no pity for the jade.

Slightly embarrassed, he made a move to face the wind and waves, and Qingyue, who could avoid the cold of the other party, re-put on his posture.

Looking at the opponent in front of her, who was still standing loosely and not chasing, she was a little puzzled.

Was that a coincidence?

The unbeliever deceived himself again, and Qing Yue, who had almost exerted his explosive power to the limit, even swung his long sword into a cloud of snow. But even so, it still didn't work. As if he was deliberately showing something, Lin Lang did not fight back in the face of the stormy sword momentum, but only moved his body in a small area. His stride is small, and he controls his range of motion within a circle no more than two meters in diameter. However, it was this small range that made Qingyue feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

The sword missed.

Qing Yue's smooth forehead was already sweating, and the attack had become sluggish with the gradual heavy breathing. Withdrawing and retreating, Qingyue adjusted her chaotic aura. Looking at Lin Lang, who seemed to be nothing not far in front of him, the corners of Qingyue's mouth were a little bitter.

"It's me who loses. The tip of the sword is pointing down, although Qingyue is proud, but she is by no means a person who can't afford to lose: "You are indeed very fast." ”

"In terms of speed alone, I'm not necessarily much faster than you. Hearing Qingyue admit defeat, Lin Lang grinned: "Actually, you lost to yourself." ”

"Really?" The breath calmed down slightly, and Qingyue was a little amused when she heard this. Is he really going to instruct himself? It's just taking advantage of his physical strength......

Swish!

Qing Yue hadn't even been able to complete a blink, and Lin Lang, who was still five meters away, had already struck his sword in front of her. The blade of the sword that stopped at the tip of his nose did not move at all, and the air flow wrapped in the sword momentum stirred the sideburns in Qingyue's ears until a few seconds later, and then slowly fell back.

"Die. ”

Bending the corners of his mouth, Lin Lang smiled like a demon.

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"Are you crazy?!" Shi Dan under the stands rushed to the stage and kicked Lin Lang, who was still playing handsome and posing, away. Turning his head to look at Qingyue, who was a little dull, Shi Dan shook her shoulder, and said anxiously: "How are you Qingyue? He didn't hurt you, right?"

"I didn't ...... No. With the shaking of her body, Qingyue eased her mind: "I'm fine." Smiling at the little girl as if comforting, Qingyue looked at Lin Lang, who had already stood back in the distance.

What was that just now?

For a moment, it was as if I was facing death. The shiver from the depths of his soul stirred up a cold sweat all over his body, and even his underwear was completely soaked.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is superb, and the little woman admires it very much. A very formal ancient ceremony, Qingyue completely put down her figure: "The little woman's swordsmanship is still deficient, and I would like to ask your Excellency to give me advice." ”

The little girl was dumbfounded.

Touching Qingyue's forehead and trying his own again, Shi Dan was puzzled: "I don't have a fever, why did I start talking nonsense?"

Qingyue ignored her, still staring directly at Lin Lang.

"Teach and teach, of course you can teach!" Seeming to not hear the other party's self-humility at all, Lin Lang smiled very shamelessly: "I wanted to tell you before, but I left in a hurry and didn't find a chance." ”

"You're really fast, but your body moves too much. The shrugging and twisting of the waist are too obvious, and the intention is revealed before the move is made, and I just need to intercept where you are bound to come. ”

"Your instantaneous explosiveness is the strongest I've ever seen, not one of them, but your physical strength is a shortcoming. I've just calculated that you'll only be able to stay at full strength for about 6 minutes. Once you go beyond this time, your status will drop severely. Maybe it's true that there are very few people who can survive 6 minutes under your sword, but relying too much on quick fixes will make you lose sight of your weaknesses. And ......"

After a pause, Lin Lang said slowly: "Are you really so confident that there is no one in this world who is faster than you?" ”

"What about the sword moves?" did not refute the other party's words, Qing Yue was most concerned here: "You said before that there is a problem with my sword technique, where is the crux?"

"As for sword moves, I don't really have anything to teach you. Scratching his head embarrassedly, Lin Lang blushed a little: "Judging from the situation just now, your swordsmanship is much better than mine." If there is anything wrong......" After organizing the language, Lin Lang continued: "I just think that as the emperor of a hundred soldiers, the purpose of a weapon like a sword in battle should be extremely clear, that is, to kill with one blow. Your moves are too complicated, and I personally think that too many moves will have no real effect, but will also speed up your already small amount of stamina. ”

Leng looked directly at Lin Lang, who was talking, and Qingyue was speechless for a long time.

"Make it simple. After a long time, Qingyue gave a disciple salute to Lin Lang: "I have been taught." is too obsessed with moves, and it is Qingyue who has fallen down. ”