"If it doesn't hurt, then it's like you were having a nightmare just now?"
Miss Shepherdess mercilessly exposed her sister's bravery. She stretched out her hand and gently flicked her sister's forehead in her arms.
This made Dorothy couldn't help but exclaim. She reached out and rubbed the area on her forehead where she had been shot, but she still spoke harshly.
"Anyway, it's my own choice, the decision I made. So no matter how hard, tired or painful it is, I have to bear it by myself. Otherwise, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?"
She said so.
Well, no matter it was the time when the truck blew itself up, she had no regrets.
"You"
Dinisha looked at her sister, who seemed to have changed a lot, but also seemed not to have changed at all. Her eyes were a little complicated, with nostalgia, fear, joy, and a slight hint of envy.
In the past, she had always envied her sister's strength. She was always so confident and unrestrained, with a pride that seemed to be omnipotent, which made her, a humble country shepherd girl, very envious.
Nowadays, the sisters exchange offense and defense. She is much stronger than her sister, but some strength is not simply a matter of strength.
The power of the witch comes from the heart of belief. In the state of mind, my sister is still so powerful.
This is the born saint, the pure and flawless heart of God, always so dazzling.
It sounds ugly, but in fact, although she had always doted on her sister at that time, she was probably a little jealous in her heart. Every time she was in front of this sister, she was just a village girl and felt a little ashamed of herself. She was always worried that someone as humble as herself would really be able to continue her career.
Will you stay with your sister? Will this perfect sister find her annoying one day and despise her as useless and a burden?
Although this emotion has always been hidden deep in her heart and has never been expressed, it was actually this flaw that started her blackening out of control.
If I really loved and believed in my sister unconditionally, maybe those things in the past wouldn't have happened.
"You should cherish your own more and stop putting others first."
Miss Shepherdess became a little annoyed. She stretched out her hands and rubbed her sister's cheeks, rubbing out all kinds of facial expressions from her godlike beauty.
Tsk, this girl is really good enough. She is still very cute even in appearance and art. No wonder she can win the hearts of so many little girls.
"Sister, what are you talking about? I cherish my life, okay? I acted with complete preparation this time."
Dorothy, whose face was being rubbed, argued hard.
If she didn't have a perfect method of resurrection, she wouldn't have adopted such a radical performance.
Although, this wave is actually not a loss.
High risks often bring high rewards, especially for a witch like her who has the talent of "diligence can make up for weakness".
Everything that doesn't kill me will make me stronger.
Although she actually died, she became even stronger after being resurrected.
It was a rare opportunity to take action with all her strength, and the Martial God realm, which had been suppressed for so long, finally felt refreshed for a while. This brought her a lot of experience and experience. After digesting this wave of experience, her combat skills should increase a lot.
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It was even said that at the end, she fought with the Japanese swordsman Tsukahara Yishin.
Although it was embarrassing to be killed by someone's sword, the experience was gained in vain. Her experience in swordsmanship was very good, and the experience of being killed this time can be used next time.
It can only be said that Tsukahara Isshin is worthy of being a Japanese swordsman who has been famous for a long time. It is difficult to live up to his reputation. His swordsmanship is really nothing to say and has almost reached the ceiling of pure skill.
Although this elder swordsman has never left Japan Island and has not been rated as a witch, if she is really rated, she should be the same monster as her dragon mother, an exception in the peak.
They are rated as the pinnacle because the ultimate level of witches who specialize in one level can only reach the pinnacle, and their actual combat power has long surpassed the average pinnacle.
The pinnacle of swordsmanship lies in the sword without thought.
Regarding having no thoughts or thoughts, Dorothy's answer is that if you dream with one heart and no distractions, a person who is consistent will naturally have no distracting thoughts when wielding a sword.
In the eyes of the otaku witch, a person who has no thoughts or thoughts is a dead person. How can a living person truly be without thoughts and thoughts?
However, Isshin Tsukahara actually did this almost impossible thing.
Dorothy lay on her sister's soft and comfortable lap, recalling the beautiful sword light that had been engraved in her memory, and couldn't help but admire it.
Tsukahara Isshin did not have the same understanding as her dream Isshin, and her interpretation of no thoughts and no thoughts was very simple, that is, just go to death and be done with it.
As long as you can't practice to death, then practice to death, keep swinging the sword, swing the sword day after day, use sweat and perseverance to perfect the swordsmanship, and then carve the perfect swordsmanship into your own instincts and integrate it into your own body.
heart.
When swordsmanship finally became a part of herself, the sword she swung had no distractions and was pure to the extreme.
This is the secret of the highest secret sword of Japanese swordsmanship, the Ichi-no-tachi.
Of course, it sounds simple, but in fact it is almost a dead end.
After all, reality is not a game. It will give you a skill proficiency indicator bar. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely make progress.
Most people's talents have limits. Once you reach the limit of your talents, you will most likely be able to stand still no matter how hard you try.
Success is 99% sweat plus 1% talent, but that 1% talent may be more important than 99% sweat, just like the three kings who became gods.
The magic power of the last mana that killed Luca.
Tsukahara Isshin's Ichintachi is almost impossible to copy. After all, not everyone has the qualifications of a swordsman like that.
"But it doesn't matter. I don't know if others have it, but I really do."
Dorothy happily put away this experience, and decided to take some time every day to polish her Dragon Breath Swordsmanship, striving to elevate it to the level of Ichintachi.
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what.
It's all swollen like a pufferfish.
She reached out and poked her sister's cheek in a funny way, but she didn't mean to suppress her sister.
What's wrong with my sister's swelling? She has the qualifications. It doesn't matter if she is bigger or even bigger. Anyone who is dissatisfied can come to me and tell me.
"That last move of yours was really bad. That Japanese swordsman's heart was severely cut by you, and her path to the sword was cut off by you."
She said with a smile.
"Sister, how could that be true? I'm not as bad as you say. I obviously showed her the way and asked her to change her ways."
Dorothy retorted dissatisfiedly.
Even if you are a good sister, you can't talk nonsense and accuse someone's innocence out of thin air.
This is an idealistic world, and all power originates from the heart.
As for pure technique, this thing actually falls into the category of materialism.
Tsukahara Isshin's sword emphasis on technique and light on intention has obviously gone astray. Her Ichinotachi sword has already reached the limit of its skill, and it is impossible to achieve anything with it no matter how hard it is practiced.
If this Miss Sword Master wants to go further, she can only understand the principle of single-mindedness in dreaming.
When the two of them were fighting swords before, Dorothy knew from the beginning that she would definitely not be the opponent of this true swordsman. Her Krypton Life self-destruction was not as powerful as others in their normal state, so it was a comparison.
Therefore, the otaku witch's sword strike from the beginning was not aimed at Tsukahara Isshin's body, but to cut her heart.
In the end, Dorothy was killed by Miss Sword Master with a sword, but her sword also cut into Tsukahara Isshin's heart, breaking the Ichi no Tachi's state of no thought.
It's like dropping a stone on the water that was originally smooth as a mirror and causing ripples in circles.
Tsukahara Isshin's Ichin-tachi is almost useless.
Because from then on, every time she swung a knife, she would subconsciously think of Dorothy's dream knife. Her heart would be confused and she would have distracting thoughts. Before she found a way to calm the ripples in her heart, it would be difficult for her to enter that state of mindlessness again.
Think of it, Ichinotachi's state.
Of course, this is both an obstacle and an opportunity. As long as Miss Sword Master can break through this crisis and eliminate the remaining sword power of Dorothy's dream sword, her swordsmanship will usher in a new breakthrough.
By then, mind, body, and skills will be unified, and this will probably lead to the category of "Tao" or "power" that Long Ma once said.
"Haha, how can you help others? You clearly treat them as gunmen. You are a bad guy."
The shepherdess rolled her eyes, and with a wave of her hand, the Japanese scene appeared not far away.
And as Dinisha's thoughts moved, the real scene seemed to have been pressed by the accelerator button, starting to fast forward at double speed, quadruple speed, and eight times speed.
In the peaceful capital, the lost and tall pony-tailed swordsman stood there blankly for a long time. She touched the same cross scar on her face that was given to her by Battosai, and felt a little confused for a moment.
The cross scar hurt vaguely, but she was even more annoyed.
She has been at the pinnacle of swordsmanship for thousands of years and has been lonely for too long. The last person who could make her feel a little stirred was her disciple Hidetsuna Uizumi.
To be continued...