I am the Creator of Mythology

Sword training is different from competition.

The competition is determined by victory and defeat. If the strength is the same, this competition is naturally quite exciting, and many things can be seen.

But if the strength is too big, you can't see anything.

When Bai Susu watched Yan Ning and Du Gu's relentless battle last night, they felt like this. Yan Ning's strength was too high, while his opponent Du Gu was merciless and too weak ...

The two of them fought.

I haven't started yet, and I have the result.

Zhi Baisusu could only see that Yanning was very strong at the time, but he didn't really see what specific moves he used.

But now, Yan Ning wants to practice sword?

This is different!

Isn't it the skill to practice the sword?

"Yes!" Bai Susu immediately took Yan Ning's armor-breaking sword.

Hearing that Yan Ning wanted to practice swords, even Xiao Qing, who had been constricted in Yan Ning's clothes, couldn't help it. A blue snake head protruded from Yan Ning's collar.

"Sir, your sword."

"Um." Yan Ning took the sword handed over by Bai Susu, and then threw the coat over her body, and instantly focused on a small finger with a thick finger not far away.

"Mr.'s eyes have become sharper!" Bai Susu noticed Yan Ning's eyes, and he felt an involuntary sigh.

I rumored that when masters sword out, they will gather momentum.

Take a sword out!

Thunder like lightning!

And now Yanning, this is the case.

"锵!"

The sword in Wu Yanning's hand came out.

The smashing armor sword is one of the best swords in Zhenbeihoufu. As soon as the sword is out, the sword light flashes immediately. Even in the sun, it is still cold.

Su Baisusu felt the cold cold of Mori and immediately watched with his breath.

"Snow in the Tianshan Mountains in October, but only the cold without flowers."

Ji Yanning groaned, pointing his sword forward, and at the same time, his footsteps stepped forward, his body rushing forward as if it were a flying dragon.

"Mr. Are you singing poetry?" Bai Susu was more focused.

Therefore, she didn't notice at all, above the eaves above her head, at this moment there was a black shadow wearing a bucket hat and seven brocade bags hanging around her waist.

Wu Dugu stood relentlessly on the eaves.

Looking at the courtyard, Yan Ning was practicing poetry while practicing her sword, but her expression was a little regretful: "Tianshan Snow in October? Does Tianshan ... refer to Gushan? How did the husband ... know?"

"Smell the leaves in the flute, autumn has never been seen."

Qi Yanning opened her mouth again, the armor-sword in her hand had turned to one side, her figure was twisted, her foot kicked gently on the ground, and a faint dust splashed.

"唰!"

Some leaves on the ground were blown up by the wind.

But Yan Yanning didn't mean to stop at all. He had the feeling that the sword moved with his heart, and people walked with the sword, as if there were only one person and one sword in the world.

"Xiao Zhan follows the golden drum, Xiao Mian embraces the jade saddle."

Jianyi rises again.

Wu Yanning leapt up, jumped half a meter high on the ground, and then fell to the ground. The sword in his hand chopped down in front of him.

"I would like to lower my sword down to cut Loulan."

"唰!"

The sword is like the rainbow.

虽 Although this sword did not cut into the ground, a shallow sword mark appeared on the ground.

"It seems to be a bit effective?" Yan Ning's eyes brightened, although it seemed to be of little use, but no matter how powerful a genius, it was impossible to become immortal again.

Better than ...

练 Practice it again!

"Ten years to sharpen a sword, Frost Blade has never tried."

Wu Yanning chanted a second song again.

"Should you show injustice to anyone today?"

The sword came out like a dragon, others moved with the sword, one step forward, the body worked hard to lean forward, and one step back, the body was curved like a willow in the wind.

Yan Yanning strode forward.

Wu Shufa had a heroic spirit in his heart.

"Before you die, you die first, and make your hero burst into tears!"

"The anger rushes to the crown, and Xiaoxiao rests at the railing."

"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."

"Thirty achievements of dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon."

"I'm idle, I've lost my head, I'm empty and sad."

Ji Yanning's poems groaned faster and faster, and at the same time, the sword dancing in his hands became faster and faster, and the leaves on the ground were swept up again.

At this point, Yan Ning felt that his sword skills should have been completed.

"Today's sword in hand, cut all the dogs in the world!" Yan Ning leaped up and drew the sword again. This sword was cut directly on the small tree with thick fingers.

"Click!"

Loquat saplings were chopped together.

The leaves of the tree fell on the ground.

Wu Yanning's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he wiped it away with a cheerful and invigorating feeling. The only flaw was that it was difficult for him to practice the third time.

"Why can't I understand the sword that Mr. practiced?" Bai Susu looked at Yan Ning, who had already received the sword, with a hint of doubt in his heart.

However, soon, this doubt was eliminated by her.

Mr. Wu is a high-level man, so the swordsmanship he practiced must be 'peerless swordsmanship', and maybe even some kind of fairy swordsmanship.

So she couldn't understand ...

Is normal!

If you understand ...

I was not quite normal.

Right?

At this point, Bai Susu immediately picked up the teapot next to the snack and poured a cup of tea and walked over.

"Sir, drink tea."

"Yes." Yan Ning took the tea cup that Bai Susu handed over and drank it. It felt as if there was a trace of warmth rising slowly in her chest ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Did you finish your sword? "Little green snake stretched her head and blinked.

"It should be finished, right?" Bai Susu is not sure.

"Well, it's finished." Yan Ning nodded.

"Sister Xiaobai ... How do I think, sir does not seem to understand the sword?" Xiaoqing seemed to be remembering something, and then blurted out.

"Xiao Qing, don't talk nonsense!" Bai Susu's face changed immediately. When Yan Ning practiced the sword just now, Xiao Qing peeped out of her head and peeped.

Now is nonsense.

This is a big taboo. If you make Mr. angry, or stop practicing swords later, wouldn't they lose a lot?

"But I really don't think Mr. understands swords. He hasn't seen the moves ... I haven't seen them, and there is no way of doing it, it's ... Blind practice!" Xiaoqing put out her tongue, both cheeks seemed slightly It was obvious that there was something unconvinced in my heart.

"Xiao Qing, if you talk again, I'm angry! You and I are both demons, although we also know a little about swordsmanship, but the swords we practice are different from the swordsman's. You have reached a point of transcendence, naturally you cannot understand! "Bai Susu learned.

"Is that so?" Although Xiaoqing was still a little unconvinced, she said again, "Can my sister understand the sword of the gentleman?"

"I naturally cannot understand." Bai Susu shook her head.

"..." Yan Ning.

(The book was released on January 6, and there are still three days left until the new book period is over one month! It will be a new week after 12 o'clock. Finally, we will ask for three days of recommendation tickets and rewards! Hang on for three more days! Please! Oh!)