Chapter Seventy-Four: The Sword in Your Hand

The two of them followed him lazily and took two steps, leaving the small door that was a great shame in the eyes of the southerners.

When they were far away, a few people gathered around.

Streamer grabbed his sword eagerly, with Sister Zhimeng and Master Zhu'an fighting side by side, the three of them can definitely crush all their opponents, and the people standing out from here will definitely be the three of them, it's really exciting!

When he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh.

Weaving Dream looked at the people who came around, patted the streamer's shoulder, and said seriously: "Little man, it's time for you to behave!"

"Okay! Let's ...... together!

After finishing speaking, he realized the meaning of coming over to weave dreams, and the smile on his face suddenly collapsed, and he was so nervous that he stammered, "Ahh

Weaving Dream repeated it again, and when he saw that he was nervous, he smiled and said, "What's the matter? Who said it just now, it's time to change such pedantic rules!" Weaving Dream also deliberately learned his tone, not to mention, his expression and tone are imitated very well, a little vivid.

"Such lofty ambitions have moved me, and I am so moved that I am embarrassed to meddle in your lofty ideals, so little man, oh no, Lord Streamer, go on!"

The streamer trembled and went to see Zhu'an, and his eyes said, Master!

Zhu'an didn't seem to have received his crazy hints, but still nodded cooperatively, and gently advised: "Well, streamer, don't be careless!"

“......”

Weaving Dream smiled and gently pushed the streamer, he took two steps forward, and looked back at the two people who were looking at him with a smile on the spot, almost crying.

This, this, this...... What's going on!

That's not what he thinks!

Didn't you say that it was okay to fight side by side together?

Can he do that little sword breaking technique?

The smiles on the faces of those two people were like a spring breeze, and they didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward, and the streamer who was crazy about the question mark in his heart had to stubbornly hold the wooden sword and face the five or six people who came around.

When he was trying to figure out what to do, the people who came around were also very puzzled, originally thought that they would have to deal with three people, but they only sent such a small child to fight, this little man with short hair was covered with a square scarf, holding a wooden sword, standing in place stunned, unable to see where it came from, is it enough to deal with such a small child of a large group of them?

It's just too arrogant!

When I think about it, I feel very unconvinced!

Several people angrily flashed their weapons and rushed towards the streamer!

Looking at the big swords in the hands of the few people in front of him, Streamer felt that his mind was blank, and what was the swordsmanship that Master An taught him?

It's over, it's over, it's over!

He couldn't think of anything!

The person who ran the fastest had already slashed at him head-on, and the streamer quickly squatted down to dodge.

Another person stabbed him, and the streamer rolled to the ground without thinking.

Crazy dodge.

Weaving Dream hated iron and scolded: "What are you running?

The streamer had to stand still, and his palms were slightly sweaty, yes

You can't just run away!

He stared at the man opposite, and a bright saber struck him in the face at a rapid pace, and he instinctively raised the wooden sword in his hand to block it, and opened the knife.

Well...... Is it time to make a sword?

The streamer hesitated, and before he could think clearly, another knife whistled above his head, and he quickly jumped back.

I really didn't understand it, so I could only dodge it busily, and shouted without looking back.

"Master, master, master, did you just go out with a sword!"

Zhu'an sighed and said in a deep voice: "Didn't I teach you? The sword is born from the heart, not in the form, but in the heart, and moves with the blade. Don't think about what moves your opponent makes, how you want to deal with them, all you have to think about is how you want to make moves, feel the sword in your hand, and move with the sword. ”

"Cocoa, cocoa, people are made of iron!

How can wood withstand the iron beating!

The two of them stood behind the streamer and watched him make a move, needless to say, it was just that the streamer was chased and beaten unilaterally, although he could occasionally block some attacks with the sword in his hand, but it could only be said that he was passively beaten and defended, and when he didn't make a move at all.

The sword moves that Zhu'an taught him, he couldn't think of using them in a mess in his head.

Although they are just watching from the sidelines, they will immediately help if there is danger, and they will not let the streamer get hurt, but the reason why they let the streamer face it themselves is only because they are just a hurried passer-by in the streamer's life, and they came to the south to find medicine, and they can't protect the streamer for a lifetime, although they have taught the streamer swordsmanship, but the streamer has never had actual combat experience, even if he teaches him to learn the swordsmanship, he only knows but won't use it to no avail, after finding the evil Gu, they will return to the Chaoyue country. So what is he going to do when they leave?

If the streamer really needs their help in the finals, then the preliminary round is a mixture of fish and dragons, and the danger is not so great, if the streamer is willing, it is a good experience, at least, the streamer should learn to play the sword by himself.

Weaving Dream shook his head, he couldn't see the streamer who was being chased around and running around extremely hard, and said regretfully: "The little man is too stupid!"

Zhu An Wen said: "Diligence can make up for clumsiness, the streamer is still diligent, and it is good to make progress." ”

Although he has been chased and beaten, the streamer action is much faster than before, and he has not been caught by those people between dodging.

A few people who came around chased after each other and wondered, how could this kid run so well!

The streamer was already half scared to death, and he felt something was wrong as he ran, and as he ran, he secretly looked behind him, and almost stumbled and fell under his feet.

What a situation for shh shhh!

I don't know when, the people chasing him behind him gathered more and more, and at first the five or six people who were just surrounding and preparing to attack them were now more than twenty!

This is also too scary!

I only heard Streamer shouting again, and the panic in his voice was about to overflow, although Weaving Dream thought he was stupid, but he was still a little reluctant, "Brother, let's go and help him." ”

Zhu'an nodded, his figure shook, and suddenly appeared behind the streamer.

The streamer suddenly felt that there was more of a person's breath behind him, heart

Li Yi panicked and subconsciously stabbed the sword in his hand behind him, unexpectedly, he thought he could block him, but he was stopped by the two fingers of the person behind him with a random clip.

Streamer anxiously wanted to withdraw the sword, but those two fingers seemed to be hit with iron, not only could he not draw the sword back, but he was also taken backwards, out of his hand, and his hand was empty.

Streamer looked at his hand in a daze, he couldn't even hold the sword steadily?

His sword is gone!

The streamer suddenly became angry, gritted his teeth and turned around to collide with the person who snatched his sword, without the sword, his head was also very hard!

He roared, a subtle hint of horror in his voice.

"Give it back!"

When he turned around, he found that the man behind him was Zhu'an, with his wooden sword between his fingers.

He almost cried, "Master, Master, Master......"

Zhu'an stretched out her other hand and gently touched his head, and her tone was as casual and natural as if she was chatting with him on weekdays.

"Streamer, are you scared?"

Streamer sniffed and replied honestly: "I'm afraid." I'm sorry...... Master, I'm scared. ”

"Afraid of what?"

Streamer looked down at his empty palms again, clenched his fists, he was not afraid of being hurt just now, he was afraid of being caught by his opponent, it was a sense of fear and emptiness that bred in his heart when the sword was separated from his hands.

"I can't hold my sword! My sword is wooden, I'm afraid my sword will break!"

"Streamer. ”

"Hmm...... Master. ”

Zhu'an's gaze fell on him, warm and serious, obviously just looking at this small place, but it seemed to be overlooking the whole world.

"Streamer, remember, it's not what sword you hold in your hand, it's the way you use it. Whether it's a wooden sword or an iron sword, as long as you believe in the sword in your hand, it can cut through thorns and thorns for you, and break mountains and rocks!"

Zhu An's wrist moved upwards and firmly grasped the hilt of the wooden sword, and held a sword flower in his hand, and then flashed past the streamer, and in an instant, he opened more than a dozen long knives that stabbed at them, and the sword qi swept away with the sword momentum, and the enemy was defeated in an instant.

His figure passed by in the crowd like a frightening wave, not touching a leaf, and the sword moves in his hand were not gorgeous, just like what was taught to him, very simple and direct, but enough to be outstanding.

Even if all he had in his hand was a wooden sword.

As soon as the sword in his hand came out, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and he looked at the four wilds.

I don't know why, the thin figure in the streamer eyes seems to have become an incomparably sharp sword, standing in a group of people, arrogant and powerful, enough to overcome thorns and open up the world.

Zhu'an's last sentence shook like thunder, and exploded in his mind over and over again.

"What defines you is not what sword you have, but the way you use it. Whether it's a wooden sword or an iron sword, as long as you believe in the sword in your hand, it can cut through thorns and thorns for you, and break mountains and rocks!"

Tears poured uncontrollably into his eyes.

Suddenly, I burst into tears.