"yes, so it's just a review of the previous content." Bing Shijue elbowed forward, and the wooden sword stabbed straight along the axe face Luo resolutely faced the door.

"Immortal cultivators deserve to be immortal cultivators." In an instant, Luo resolutely knew that he could not smash Bing Shijue's sword like the last time, because Bing Shijue's sword fit the axe very well, and judging from the power of his arm, it was estimated that he used a unique sticky sword technique.

Taking a deep breath, Luo resolutely flipped his elbow and pressed his fingers on the mechanism of the axe handle. With a roaring sound of air, the huge axe fell directly to the ground, and the sharp blade of the spear stood out from the middle.

"Lao Luo, are you proficient in the eighteen martial arts?" Such a sound did not frighten Bing Shijue, but only made him naturally turn sideways, and the wooden sword fell along the axe, regaining its side.

"Time is an amazing thing." Luo resolutely smiled, "We are all this age, and we don't know how much we have practiced in order to kill the time." ”

"Then why did you put down the axe?" Bing Shijue observed the slight friction on the surface of the axe, "You should be very good at this." ”

"Because of the swordsmanship you have now, my axe will only become a point of use for your attacks." Luo resolutely held the tail of the gun with his right hand, and gently supported the middle with his left hand, "But with the gun, the focus is very small." ”

"I think so." The moment Bing Shijue nodded, he suddenly felt that a strong wind was blowing on his side, and in his unique sight, Luo resolutely stood on his feet, and the blade had already stabbed out.

"How?"

"It's hard." Bing Shijue nodded, noticing Luo Yiran's serious seriousness at this time, and his eyes were also focused on his wrist.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, followed by the rough sound of wooden swords and spears scraping against each other, and Luo resolutely stabbed out another shot, but Bing Shijue still flashed all attacks with his own sight.

But this time, he couldn't make a move, because the speed of the spear was so fast that his sticky sword technique couldn't take advantage of it at all, and even the balance was taken away by the spear that was withdrawn.

"The long-range attack that spears and spears fear the most." Bing Shijue's divine thoughts made him think quickly, the current long sword can't fight Luo Yiran at close range, because if it is closer, for Luo Yiran, it will be as easy as playing billiards, and he can hit his vital point with a random poke.

True, he would not have been fatally killed by such an attack.

"But my swordsmanship ......" Bing Shijue quickly flipped through the book in his mind, "Although there is a swordsmanship that can resist this kind of attack, it takes many times of practice, or it needs to use divine thoughts......"

"Wait, why does it have to be swordsmanship?" As he kept flipping through the pages, Bing Shijue suddenly thought, "The core of battle is to achieve one's own ends and means through violence, and swordsmanship is just a process and a tool." And the way I train is with the power of ordinary people. ”

"In other words, as long as you maintain this, it's all right." After thinking about this, Bing Shijue turned sideways, picked up the gravel on the ground, and threw it at Luo Yiran's face, and the long sword was also stabbed out among the smoke and stones.

"It's pretty fast." Bi Min, who was watching from the sidelines, smiled slightly, his fingers slid down in the air, and he nodded a few times, "I can let a few young people come over." ”

Seeing the dust pavement, Luo Yiran also smiled slightly, the spear shrank back, his hands were forced, and with a click, the spear directly turned into a three-section stick, resisting the gravel in a few swings, and naturally clamped the long sword that Bing Shijue stabbed at him.

"You're really experienced." Bing Shijue used a slight force and withdrew the long sword, and Luo resolutely also let go of the three-section stick, watching with amusement as Bing Shijue's long sword hovered around him like a swimming fish.

"Bing Shijue, your progress is fast." Bi Min clapped his hands on the side, "Your own physical fitness is much more than ordinary people, and the two or three battles just now have already allowed you to master the basic core, and we have other things to be busy." ”

"So there will be special fighters from these years to train with you." Bi Min looked at Bing Shijue, "Next, you can try to release your ability to practice swordsmanship, because the people who will come later are also capable people." ”

"Have there been more than two people with abilities over the years?" Bing Shijue asked, and the long sword flew back to the wooden frame.

"No, you're still the only one." Speaking of this, Bi Min sighed, and Luo Yiran also shook his head, "But we have at least studied some methods on how to maximize the ability, which can be regarded as a bit of a gain...... You practice first, they may have to come back after a while. ”

"Goodbye." Bing Shijue looked at these friends who were close to sixty years old, since they had the spars, it was obvious that their physical fitness was much better, but aging still existed.

Especially looking at the backs of the two of them, as well as the tone revealed in their words and demeanors, which did not conform to the tone of the young man, Bing Shijue would also skip a trace of sadness in his heart.

"I don't want to do that." Bing Shijue shook his head, flipped through the Qingyang Sword Technique in the Zhihai Space, intending to condense his own long sword according to the words on it.

The same is true for the purpose of training just now, for immortal cultivators, battles are often necessary.

Although there is a sea space, there will always be a day when the weapons for combat will be insufficient, or the sea space may store more important things.

Then after thinking about it, the energy in the body, as well as the external energy that will be absorbed all the time, will become the best weapon and the best equipment.

"So the ring that was absorbed into the body before, and when a silk thread is extracted, it will become a weapon." Bing Shijue stood in the center of the square of the martial arts hall, let go of his divine thoughts slightly, looked at the acupuncture points on his hands, and put the two fingers of his right hand to the tips of his left fingers.

In his unmistakable line of sight, he sensed that four or five threads of energy had been interrupted and placed on the fingertips of his right hand.

"And then smoked ...... Hey, it's too strong. When the fingers pulled back, the silk threads woven by the energy directly dissipated into smoke and dust.

"You can't use your mind." Once Bing Shijue's current divine thoughts touched the acupoint, those energy threads would directly shatter.

"This should indeed be practiced from the basic Qi refining period." After a few attempts, Bing Shijue looked at the white mist in his palm and smiled bitterly, "My current situation is a bit beyond my expectations. ”

"But trying too much will always pay off." Taking a deep breath, the mist changed into silk threads once more, entrenched in the acupuncture channel of the Ice Beginning.

And this time, Bing Shijue completely let go of the power of his right hand, returned to the time when he had not yet awakened, and gently, as if picking up a hair, pulled out a silk thread of pure energy condensation from the acupuncture point.

This silk thread, just like that, was automatically suspended without wind and in the hands of Bing Shijue.

Bing Shijue could also clearly feel that his energy was constantly pouring into the silk thread, maintaining the state of the silk thread.

"No wonder you have to combine three silk threads." With a wave of his hand, the smoke and dust of the silk line painting dispersed, but it was again entwined by Bing Shijue's fingers.

With this experience, Bing Shijue easily pulled out two silk threads from his palm, and used his divine thoughts to bridge them together into a small ring. In this way, the energy can flow in its entirety and not pass away.

"Three seconds?" Staring at the silk thread that was constantly spinning in his palm, slightly turning out a pale cyan light, "That's good." ”

"Besides, it seems that after waking up, there are a lot of things to do." Bing Shijue turned his head and saw a young man in his twenties standing at the gate of the martial arts hall, but the long sword on his waist and the energy fluctuations on his body even made Bing Shijue sense a sense of crisis.

"Hello, Bing-senpai." The young man standing at the door bowed to Bing Shijue, "My name is Mu Mian. ”