Since he couldn't bask in the sun to replenish the holy light energy, Wenyuan began to exercise at high intensity for 18 hours a day. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A little more than 4 hours of high-quality sleep is just enough to ensure that his body does not overdraw its potential and does not waste time.

But before Wen Yuan could reach the carriage, he was stopped by William and another guard.

William's face was not very happy, but he still forced a smile, took a wooden sword from the arms of the other guard, and offered it respectfully with both hands.

Wen Yuan took the sword noncommittally, and looked back and forth carelessly, only to feel that it was done quite carefully, it was basically the same as the real sword, but it was slightly lighter.

William, a rough man, didn't know what to do next, he couldn't understand what to say, and he was afraid of causing misunderstanding by making direct gestures, so he began to scratch his head.

It was still the short guard who was really there, and he directly carried the wooden sword and bowed to Wen Yuan, took a few steps back, and began to practice swordsmanship.

Wen Yuan understood, these two were ordered to guide their swordsmanship, and they didn't know whose order it was, maybe it was the witch who ordered it casually?

Although he didn't need it, Wen Yuan still hugged his sword and watched carefully.

This guard, who was called Tom by William, started to practice the basic movements of swordsmanship, which was slightly different from what Wen Yuan practiced, but the overall difference was not big.

After almost twenty simple stances, Tom raised his hand and made a stance, and began to practice a complete set of swordsmanship.

After practicing like this, changing William to the court is still the same routine, but the swordsmanship is another set.

When William finished practicing, Tom carried a few pieces of arm-thick dry firewood, walked to the middle of the field, stretched out his right hand, palmed up, and erected a piece of firewood in the palm of his hand.

William stood an arm's length away, took a light breath, raised his sword, and struck a stabbing sword with lightning speed, slicing through the air and sending out a rapid screech.

With Wen Yuan's eyesight, he was also a little unable to keep up with the speed of the sword, only to see the sword shadow disappear in a flash, and William recovered his momentum, as if he had never moved.

The firewood in Tom's hand was also not moving, but there was a hole in the middle that was transparent from front to back.

Only when the force is extremely concentrated, and the sword speed is fast enough to a certain extent, can this seemingly simple sword be completed.

It's the perfect combination of power, speed, and control, not so esoteric, but simple enough.

Wen Yuan just glanced at it and clearly realized that the gap in strength between the two is indeed relatively large now.

After changing a piece of wood, William continued the demonstration.

Horizontal slashing, the firewood does not move at all, but it has broken from it, and the fracture is as smooth as a sharp blade.

Split vertically, the firewood is cracked against the sword, and the blade of the sword does not touch the skin, and it is not more than half a centimeter.

After demonstrating these three techniques, William exhaled and withdrew his sword, his face slightly smug.

There is no need to be vindictive, and to do this with a wooden sword is indeed enough to be proud.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with his school's swordplay school that focuses more on fine control, which Tom can't do with the same weapon.

William showed off a wave of strength, and he gave himself a perfect score, thinking that he could find some shock or admiration on Wen Yuan's face.

As a result, he looked back expectantly, but saw Wen Yuan lowering his head, wrapping a cloth belt around the hilt of the sword with a serious face, and he was instantly disinterested, feeling like a beep dog.

Wen Yuan didn't mean it, he just wasn't interested in this kind of meaningless show.

Strong control: Dogfish and shrimp practice is control.

When the foundation is truly built, compared with someone of William's level, it is simply an insult to this secret method.

Wen Yuan's current difference is the physical foundation, that is, the hard data of strength, speed, and physical strength.

The second is combat experience, including attack and defense skills, judgment and grasp of timing, and so on.

Therefore, instead of watching people play tricks, it is not a real fight to fight with real knives and guns, whether you can win or not is a high probability event, it doesn't matter, increasing experience is the key.

Wrap the cloth belt and swing the sword, it feels much easier.

Wen Yuan knew that his strength was much worse, so he made a brief gesture, took two steps forward, and slashed over with a muffled sword.

William was taken aback, he really couldn't adapt to this kind of simple fight. And then I was furious, and I came?

Yesterday it was such a sword, so that he was ridiculed by his companions and couldn't raise his head, today is to teach swordsmanship, he thought, this time you will suffer a little, there should be no opinion from above, right?

At the moment, he didn't move, he didn't fight, and when the long sword was coming, when Wen Yuan's strength was old, he slid sideways, and pointed a sword at Wen Yuan's armpit.

Wen Yuan still had too much experience after all, although he judged his way of dealing through William's muscle movements at the first time, but the action of withdrawing the sword and returning was still half a beat slower.

In the end, it was a pity, just an inch away, failed to block the attack, and was lightly hit in the armpit by William's sword, and the pain almost fell out of breath in an instant, and he couldn't help coughing.

William and Tom were both startled, and William was even more "groaning" in his heart, secretly hating his own impulse, and at the same time there was a sense of relief.

was hesitating whether he should go up and take a look and show his goodwill, but seeing that Wen Yuan was not angry and laughed, he gave him a thumbs up.

There is nothing unconvinced, Wen Yuan can see clearly that the speed and strength used by William are similar to his own, and there is nothing wrong with it.

was killed by a sword in seconds, which shows that he is still very tender, and at this time he needs to be humble, so that he can progress, a little pain, what is it.

After a moment of relief, Wen Yuan's breath finally evened out, and according to the requirements of the secret method of the pike fish touching the shrimp, he was calm, relaxed, and ready to go.

After adjusting his entire body and mind to the best condition, Wen Yuan attacked again—another identical slash, which was used as a hood.

This time, Wen Yuan left three points of strength, the right foot that stepped forward was not solid, and the five toes grasped the ground but the heel was raised, ensuring that the body could change moves at any time and fully exert force.

At the same time, Wen Yuan tried hard to recall the feeling of his mind infusing the void and locking the "shrimp" when he practiced the secret method of "Dogfish Touching Shrimp", and his eyes were firmly fixed on William's shoulder, but he did not lock a little, but incorporated the entire shoulder, arm and chest into the sense.

William's feelings at this moment are completely different from the last time.

Obviously, the sword momentum was the same as before, and the sword speed was a little slower, so it should be easier to deal with, but he had a feeling that he couldn't judge the landing point.

Staring at Wen Yuan's eyes tightly, he faintly felt a little pressure from it, as if he was not facing an ordinary person who had not entered the ranks, but a warrior who was also at the level of "Mingshen".

Years of combat experience told him that this sword can't be dodged like last time, and it is the best choice to volley in advance and seal Wen Yuan's subsequent changes!

Without much time to think about it, after all, the mentality of despising Wen Yuan prevailed, William gritted his teeth without believing evil, slid sideways, and stabbed Wen Yuan under the armpit again with the same sword!

If you attack with the same trick, I'll use the same trick to deal with it!

Pure swordsmanship competition, although I am not good at it, but the dignity of a second-order warrior in the Mingshen realm is not something that you can insult with a little white face who has not entered the ranks!