My basic swordsmanship has reached the stage where I can enter the palace.
Feeling that it was not so safe, Lu Fang gritted his teeth and added all the remaining 679 skill points to basic swordsmanship.
The system is silent.
But a lot of insights came to mind.
Let’s look at the adoration points again. Over the past few days, the adoration points that were originally only over 2 million have risen to nearly 10 million points.
"Ten draws in a row!"
"Ten draws in a row!"
"bite!"
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained skill point 1!"
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained skill point 1!"
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained skill point 1!"
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the item..."
Fifty rounds of ten draws came directly.
There are still more than five million points of worship left.
Gained 481 skill points.
Nineteen items.
Lu Fang didn't look at those items and added all his skill points to basic swordsmanship.
The skill points of basic swordsmanship have exceeded 2,000 points, totaling 2,160 points.
But what made him a little confused was that the system still didn't prompt.
Two thousand points and you haven’t reached perfection yet?
The first glimpse of the door is a hundred points, the entry into the house is a thousand points...
Could it be that 10,000 points are needed to achieve perfection?
That would be too confusing!
"What weapon does Mr. Lu use?"
Yang Mao, Yang Chengyi and others followed him out. Han Feihong walked to Lu Fang's side, tilted his head and asked.
"sword."
Lu Fang stopped thinking about skill points and spoke.
Han Feihong was a little embarrassed.
The standard weapons in the army are mainly spears for long soldiers, and knives for short soldiers. In the military camp, few people use swords.
Even most of the knights in the world don't use swords, only those from famous families use them more.
Among the people at the moment, Yang Chengyi was the only one with a sword on his waist. It was inlaid with precious stones and had a tassel on the hilt. It was a "literary sword" that was more ornamental than practical.
Lu Fang glanced at Yang Chengyi, "Master Yang, can you lend me your sword?"
Yang Chengyi didn't care what Lu Fang had in mind and sneered directly: "This is a sword, not for fighting."
Lu Fang said: "I don't dislike it, so why do you dislike it?"
"you!"
Yang Chengyi was so shocked that he was speechless.
Am I disgusting? Can't you tell that I don't want to lend it to you?
"The hatred value from Yang Chengyi is 55!"
Yang Mao spoke at this time and said: "Cheng Yi, since Mr. Lu thinks it's okay, then you can lend it to him as an envoy."
He doesn't care.
It's not a magic weapon anyway, the Wenjian can only lower Lu Fang's combat effectiveness.
"yes."
Yang Chengyi had no choice but to agree, take off his sword and throw it to Lu Fang.
Lu Fang raised his hand to catch it and walked outside to the front yard.
Han Feihong pressed his right hand on the handle of his saber and followed behind.
The rest of the people stood at the door and watched.
Lu Liang glanced at Lao Xiao.
Lao Xiao just smiled.
He didn't know how good Lu Fang's swordsmanship was, but he only knew that this guy was very slippery and would never do a losing business.
This Han Feihong is probably going to suffer.
No one spoke.
Their eyes were all looking at Lu Fang and Han Feihong in the front yard.
Han Feihong slowly grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand and said to Lu Fang: "Mr. Lu, I learned swordsmanship when I was eight years old, so you have to be careful."
Lu Fang's face was solemn, "Just let your horse come over."
In fact, there is an element of showmanship in it.
Learning swordsmanship at the age of eight?
Han Feihong looks like he should be in his early thirties, maybe in his thirties at most?
Can swordsmanship reach the point of entering a palace?
He slowly drew his sword.
The scabbard was thrown to the ground casually, making Yang Chengyi's eyelids twitch.
Oh shit!
This sword of his is very valuable!
The sword body is white and very bright.
I have to say that it is a good sword. But the Wenjian has a silver-like pewter spearhead after all.
Lu Fang wiped the blade of the sword with his finger and asked Yang Chengyi: "Master Yang, if this sword is curled, you won't let me pay for it, right?"
Yang Chengyi's eyelids twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You don't have to pay for it!"
With so many people here, how could he have the nerve to ask Lu Fang to compensate?
Lu Fang smiled and looked at Han Feihong, his eyes gradually condensed, "Come on!"
Sonorous!
Han Feihong suddenly drew his sword.
The moment he drew his sword, he took a few steps and slashed Lu Fang's head.
This move is actually somewhat similar to drawing a sword and slashing.
However, without matching inner strength and mental methods, it is just an empty posture in the end.
"bite!"
Lu Fang turned his wrist slightly and stabbed straight forward with his sword. He actually hit the blade accurately.
The swords clashed and made a clanging sound.
With his basic swordsmanship, it was almost an instinctive reaction.
There is almost no need to think about which move to use.
During the duel, it is probably too late to really use your brain to think.
"This boy!"
But his performance made everyone at the door change their expressions slightly. Yang Mao even lost his voice, but quickly shut up.
Except for Lu Liang, everyone here is a practitioner. They may not have high levels of cultivation, but they still have good eyesight.
This hand alone is enough to show that Lu Fang's swordsmanship is extraordinary.
It's just fast, accurate, and ruthless.
Fast is speed.
Accurate, accurate head.
Cruelty is strength.
Between Lu Fang's electric light and flint, the tip of the sword stabbed the blade. Whether it was speed, accuracy or strength, there was almost no fault.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Han Feihong drank lowly.
"The admiration value from Han Feihong is 666!"
Han Feihong was also secretly frightened.
He originally thought that Lu Fang was only good at swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that Lu Fang's swordsmanship skills were so good!
Of course it won't stop there.
While Han Feihong was drinking, he danced with his single sword like splashing ink.
Swords and swords flickered.
The sound of ding-ding-ding kept ringing.
The two of them showed off their footwork and swordsmanship, moving around in the front yard, which was dizzying.
None of it is simple.
Yang Chengyi and Lu Liang were both dumbfounded.
Until, the duel came to an abrupt end.
A battle between masters that lasts for days and nights is just something in novels. In a real confrontation, a few minutes is considered a long time.
The tip of the Wenjian in Lu Fang's hand stopped only half an inch in front of Han Feihong's throat, almost touching his skin.
The knife in Han Feihong's hand only passed through the right side of Lu Fang's waist.
Just now, Lu Fang ducked sideways.
Make a decision.
The scene was completely silent.
The faces of Yang Mao and others turned from solemn to ugly.
They could see that Lu Fang had good swordsmanship skills, but in the end, Han Feihong still lost.
If you don't hold anything back, you lose.
While I felt that my face was dull, I couldn't help but be shocked that Lu Fang's swordsmanship talent was astonishing.
I'm afraid this practice started from the mother's womb.
Han Feihong suddenly smiled bitterly, sheathed his sword and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Lu to have such attainments in swordsmanship. Han... I admire him."
Lu Fang smiled softly, "Easy to say, easy to say."
Then he walked directly back to the door and handed the sword to Yang Chengyi, "Mr. Yang, you said you didn't want me to pay for it."
This sword is now full of gaps, and there are even more places where the blade is curled.