"At that time, I was only five years old, and I wasn't as tall as a sword, right?" Nangong Huajian smiled and began to continue practicing.

This small building has always been very conspicuous in the station of Jiansheng, and Nangong Huajian practiced his sword without carrying others on his back, but stood in the courtyard, which attracted the attention of many Jiansheng who returned satisfied after being full of wine and food.

"Huh, isn't that Nangong Huajian? He has lost one hand, what kind of sword is he still practicing? Do you want to start all over again?" said a fat swordsman with a toothpick in his mouth and a surprised face.

A person next to him burped, exhaled deeply, and then said: "Practicing swords, that practice is time, is kung fu, without ten years and eight years of accumulation, how can it be handy? I see, he was stimulated by Cheng Zifeng's genius performance, and he wants to take revenge, but this is not a wise move, his family is good, he is also very handsome, and I think it is good to be a playboy for a lifetime." ”

"Hey, do you still need to worry about this?" The other shook his head helplessly: "Don't look at his current contact, it won't take three days, the cruel reality that his left hand can't compare to his right hand will completely destroy his will, and he still practice swords? Is that something that can be done in a day or two? Find a place to drink and drink!"

His ears were filled with words that Jian Sheng was not optimistic about, Nangong Huajian didn't say anything, glanced at them very calmly, and began to continue practicing.

Standing at the door and watching for a while, Lu Ming silently turned around and left, came to a big tree, began to peel the bark again, and continued to make his own wooden sword.

The night was fast getting late, except for a few swordsmen who were holding each other. Staggering back to the outside of the station, the whole city fell silent.

However, there were constant bursts of slight 'swish' sounds in the night sky, Nangong Huajian was still practicing the left-handed sword, and at this moment there were already a few more cuts on his clothes, and there was blood flowing on it, but he didn't know it, and he didn't seem to know what the tiredness was. The short beard stubble that grew on his chin made his whole person look even more vicissitudes.

The Sword Saint of Destruction nodded secretly, no matter what happened, as long as there was still a sword heart of struggle. Even if it's good!

Two steps were taken. The Sword Saint of Destruction came from the front yard to Lu Ming in the backyard. His steps are slow, but when he takes a step, his figure disappears. In an instant, it will appear dozens of meters away. There was no afterimage behind him. There is no sound of breaking the air, it is such an understatement to walk.

The action of the sword in Lu Ming's hand to cut the bark of the tree did not stop for a minute, because he knew it. The act of destroying the Sword Saint was made for Nangong Huajian to see, in order to stimulate his determination to forge ahead.

Nangong Huajian's body suddenly shook and was stunned for a moment, and then his sword swing became more powerful.

The Sword Saint of Destruction smiled with satisfaction, turned his head to look at Lu Ming, and said, "You have a lot of work in your hands, is there anything suitable for him?"

"Yes, but not yet. Lu Ming said lightly.

"Grinding?" the Sword Saint of Destruction was slightly surprised.

"Yes. Lu Ming peeled off a large piece of bark and said, "Although he is now broad-minded, it is still not enough. ”

The Sword Saint of Destruction nodded knowingly, Nangong Huajian does not lack talent, he does not lack sword energy, what he needs is training, it is difficult for people to change without going through major events, this time is the turning point of his life. And Lu Ming, this kid, is so thoughtful and accurate, and he really has the demeanor of a master!

One night passed in the process of Nangong Huajian's sword practice and Lu Ming's wooden sword, but when Nangong Huajian collected the sword, he found that Lu Ming was still cutting the big tree, which requires a calm heart more than practicing the sword himself.

Zhuo Li Getu yawned and walked out, stretched out the bones of his body that had been cultivating all night, and immediately let out a crackling sound, the sound was violent and crisp, he saw that Lu Ming was still there to sharpen, and immediately asked puzzled: "Obviously it has been done, why don't you rest?"

Lu Ming indifferently withdrew the steel sword and said, "This is only a prototype now, and it needs to be done again." ”

The Sword Saint of Destruction found that this wooden sword had improved a lot compared to the previous one, although it was actually only a few small improvements in the lines, but every improvement showed Lu Ming's progress.

On the way of the sword, every small discovery can bring unprecedented benefits, but I didn't expect Lu Ming, this kid, to have such an understanding in just one day.

Moreover, Lu Ming's aura now is more calm than the day before, and it is even more powerful than before.

There are a few dark clouds hanging down in the sky over today's square, it seems to be expecting some result, no matter how the cold wind blows, it is not moving, but invisibly, exuding a solemn atmosphere, the surrounding swordsmen all feel an invisible pressure, but they are all present, waiting on the sidelines.

In the ring, Lu Ming stood in the wind, his long hair flying like a dark cloud, and like a burning black fire, in his calmness, implying immeasurable strength.

Cheng Gang stood firmly on the opposite side, with a strong confidence in his eyes, in yesterday's observation of the battle and his own experience, he found that Lu Ming's swordsmanship was not complicated, it could be said to be quite simple, and his way of winning could almost be said to be opportunistic, with no power at all, now that he has seen through this, in the face of his strong strength, he is bound to lose.

"As for giving up the game yesterday?" ......Cheng Gang laughed: "Sometimes, giving up is for a better result, just like today, I figured out his details, but he didn't know anything about himself." ”

The saint's two good-looking eyebrows were wrinkled tightly together, and now that Cheng Gang has entered the ring, it is himself, and it is not easy to intervene, after all, it is to slap Lu Ming's face. But this Cheng Gang is a disciple of the Sword Saint after all, maybe the Sword Saint will pass on to him some means to save his life, if he can't defeat Lu Ming and becomes angry, the consequences of being injured are unacceptable to him no matter what!

Lu Ming's heart is like a sea, Cheng Gang is like a fine grain of sand, Lu Ming doesn't care about him at all, let alone cares about him, it can be said that Lu Ming is completely on his face.

But this Cheng Gang's mind is too narrow-minded, and he keeps looking for trouble, if necessary, no matter how weak his power is, he must give it up.

The saint's heart flashed with determination, and her eyes when she looked at Cheng Gang changed a lot, no longer the protection of her former master's subordinates, and there was already a hint of murder in it.

Any saint is selected from all over the country, and there will never be a shortage of decisive killing intentions and means.

Lu Ming glanced at the Holy Maiden, smiled indifferently, and then shook his head gently.

Lu Ming's mind saint understands that Cheng Gang is also a talent, but she also shook her head, if Cheng Gang still can't understand it, no matter how talented he is, he will have to pay the price!

Cheng Gang didn't realize it, and replayed the idea of how to crack Lu Ming's sword last night, he conceited that he was a genius, and he would never despise any opponent, as long as he played the sword, there was no reason to lose.

"Let's get out of the sword!" Cheng Gang said proudly, the confidence between his eyebrows was fully displayed.

"Huh, what's the matter with this person? Yesterday he was forced by Lu Ming to not even dare to use his sword, and today he actually let Lu Ming take out his sword first? There is a problem with his head, right?" said a sword student in surprise.

"This can only mean one thing...... "A person next to him pondered: "It is very likely that this person found a way to crack Lu Ming's sword, so he still let Lu Ming take the sword first, which not only reflects the demeanor of a master, but also can strike later." ”

"Ahh

Lu Ming held the wooden sword, without the slightest politeness, the blade of the wooden sword slowly pointed to the sky, and in the next moment, his figure emerged in the space of the upper and lower left and right, and the sword shadows of the wooden sword instantly formed a sword net, and then the remnants of the Dao Dao returned to his body one by one, and all the sword shadows were also unified on the wooden sword.

Lu Ming looked at Cheng Gang and raised his wooden sword at the same time, and the blade of the sword pointed at his eyebrows.

With a pop, Cheng Gang's legs were weak and he suddenly sat on the ground, his face was pale, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body, and the big drops of cold sweat on his forehead kept slipping down, smashing on the bluestone ground on his body, splashing one after another.

"Oh, what's going on?" The swordsmen were startled, but no matter how they looked at Lu Ming's sword, there was never a sword qi released on it, but why did Cheng Gang fall all of a sudden?

The swordsmen kept thinking about what was going on with Lu Ming's sword, but everyone only saw a few afterimages, and there was nothing outstanding at all, and when the swordsmen looked at Lu Ming again, they all asked incredulously: "This ...... That's, isn't it?"

With a snort, the Sword Hall Master stood up suddenly, he looked at Lu Ming's wooden sword with a shocked face, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, which was the brain that instantly integrated a large amount of information, and began to analyze the consequences.

As the so-called expert looks at the doorway, the moment the hall master takes out Lu Ming's sword, every sword he makes is looked at by the hall master. It's just that Lu Ming's speed of sword release is too fast, and the hall master can only record it in detail in his brain before he can analyze it.

The results of the analysis showed that Lu Ming's sword actually contained at least ten sets of swordsmanship, and it can be said that he had simplified a large number of swordsmanship in an instant, completely integrating it into one sword!

Genius! Absolute genius! The hall master took a deep breath excitedly, Cheng Zifeng is also a genius, but they are completely different, Cheng Zifeng is a person who learns completely according to the textbook, and then performs swordsmanship according to the needs of the battle, and this Lu Ming, he can actually fuse and improve, this is equivalent to creation!

If you give him an inspiration, an opportunity, then it is absolutely possible to create a new set of perfect swordsmanship! (To be continued......