Apart from being extremely heavy and extremely strong, this sword had no other special abilities. But upon closer inspection, Qianye found that its manufacturing process was extremely sophisticated and it was extremely comfortable to wield.
With such an exquisite design and such superb craftsmanship, how come there is only one characteristic like 'Mountain'? Even if 'Mountain' is a 'solid' promotion characteristic, it shouldn't be. With the material of this sword, at least four or five additional elements can be attached.
force array.
Is it really a semi-finished product? This seems to be the only explanation, but how could the Song clan put a semi-finished product into the arsenal. Recalling Mr. Lu's seemingly meaningful words that day, Qianye was a little unsure again.
After getting familiar with the nature of the sword, Qianye put the scabbard aside, held the sword in one hand, and stabbed straight with one step. The Dongyue sword came out like the wind, and stabbed past a doll.
Then Qianye sometimes held the sword with both hands and sometimes with one hand, stabbing, slashing, and sweeping, all practicing the most basic movements. But as Qianye drew the sword faster and faster, the Dongyue sword began to faintly sound like wind and thunder, and it became difficult to control it.
It's getting more and more difficult.
When the sword finally turned into a stab, Qianye couldn't control himself. His wrist shook slightly, and Dongyue's sword edge hit a steel doll. The lower body of the doll did not move at all, but the upper body suddenly collapsed and turned into a pile.
Scrap steel!
Qianye continued to practice his sword. Dongyue's thrust was as light as the wind at the moment, and there was a vague shadow on the sword's edge. As long as the dense steel puppets were brought to a point by the sword's edge, they would shrink into a ball of scrap metal with a crunching sound.
After practicing for a full hour, more than half of the puppets in the field were damaged. Qianye put away his sword and went to the sidelines to rest. He took out the sword skills book that he had copied from the Song clan's collection, read it carefully, and compared it with his own practice experience.
Contrast.
The basic-level sword skills book mostly contains techniques for wielding swords, which are just right for Qianye now. He used to rarely use heavy weapons in Huangquan and Red Scorpion, but now as his body becomes stronger and stronger, his strength becomes stronger.
As he grows older, ordinary weapons are no longer convenient for him. Sometimes on the battlefield, he has to grab the weapons of werewolves or spider demons and use them, but he fights entirely by physical instinct.
Although defeating ten guilds with one force is also a tactic, manpower is always exhausted. Now that Qianye's ability to defeat the enemy has increased, he needs to hone his skills.
Qianye closed his eyes and meditated for a while. After waiting for the handyman to come in and replace a batch of new dolls, he picked up the sword again and continued to practice basic sword styles. In the blink of an eye, another hour passed. This time, there were fifty steel dolls.
Twenty-one bodies were destroyed, three less than the previous time.
Qianye rested for half an hour before starting to practice again. Nineteen of the third batch of fifty dolls were damaged, leaving two more missing.
In the fourth batch, sixteen vehicles were damaged, and in the fifth batch, eleven vehicles were damaged.
When the midnight bell rang, there was no light in the martial arts arena, and only the faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard. Qianye had been practicing swordplay in the darkness for more than an hour, and he had not hurt any steel dolls.
In the next few days, Qianye honed his sword skills day and night, and occasionally went to Song Fuzang to read books. He did not learn any sword skills, but only practiced the most basic movements over and over again.
This is the training method of Huang Quan's killing method, which pays attention to the most ferocious and simple.
As the practice progressed, more and more steel dolls were placed in the venue. In the end, the distance between the dolls was only enough for Qianye to pass sideways. Even so, the number of damaged dolls was still plummeting, and by the last afternoon
, not a single doll was accidentally injured or damaged. And when Qianye swung his sword, the faint sound of wind and thunder could no longer be heard.
In the past few days, Song Zining had hardly practiced. He was running around secretly and making countless private transactions.
In a blink of an eye, the official day of Mrs. Anguo's birthday has arrived.
On that day, the entire Yunshan Mountain was decorated with new decorations, and everyone was filled with joy. Anyone who could show a small face at the birthday banquet had to be a very high-status figure. Not to mention guest warriors like Qianye, even members of the Gaoling Song clan
Those common people and children from side branches were not qualified to enter Wendao Manor, let alone attend the banquet.
Song Zining brought his servants named Zhong Song to the banquet, while Qianye and Gao Junyi stayed in another courtyard to practice.
There was nothing to talk about between the two. Gao Junyi seemed a little dissatisfied because Song Zining gave the other guest warrior's spot to Qianye instead of his sworn brother.
So under Gao Junyi's half-joking and half-provocation, Qianye had a virtual fight with him.
When the two of them walked out of the fighting room, although Gao Junyi was not too convinced, he also had a great change in his view of Qianye. In a virtual fighting environment where the Force is suppressed, what is tested is the fighting instinct and fighting experience of both parties. Gao Junyi
As soon as you get started, you will know that Qianye looks young, but he is also a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, and he has the art of killing.
But Gao Junyi didn't know that Qianye was not serious with him at all.
After Zhengshou was finished, the next day was the ten-year exam of the Song clan.
The first martial arts academy is divided into three days. The venue is located outside Wendao Manor and can accommodate a regiment of private soldiers to practice at the same time. On the first and last days of the martial arts assessment, Mrs. Anguo will be there to watch the battle in person.
This is both an honor and an opportunity for all those who participate in the war. If they can enter the eyes of their ancestors, they will be soaring to the sky.
The parade stage at the school ground has been decorated. Dozens of old people with various dignities have already been seated. The elders of the Song Dynasty at home are almost gathered here. There is an empty couch in the center, which is obviously Mrs. An Guogong.
location.
All the disciples of the Song Dynasty and the guest warriors who participated in the assessment lined up under the high platform. At nine o'clock, an old lady with silver hair on her temples, supported by several women, walked up to the high platform and sat down tremblingly.
This was the first time Qianye saw the legendary Mrs. An Guo. She was so old that her years seemed to have frozen on her body. Her eyebrows were kind and she was no different from an ordinary grandmother.
Mrs. An Guogong glanced at the audience, her eyes narrowed as if she couldn't see clearly, and then she smiled, "Okay! These children are very good, they look good. Zining, come up, come up!"
Song Zining seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He jumped on the stage with countless hot looks and bowed politely.
Mrs. An Guogong took Song Zining's hand, smiled and said to Song Zhongnian, the lord next to her: "Of all your grandchildren, I like Zining the best. He is well born, talented and knowledgeable, and his words are also lovable!"
All the elders smiled in response, but some of the people in the audience couldn't help but look strange. What reasons are there for being born well and speaking likeable? Moreover, the talents praised by the ancestors were not martial arts, but miscellaneous subjects such as calligraphy and painting.
.
Mrs. An Guogong didn't care what others thought. As she spoke, she took off a jade ring from her thumb and put it into Song Zining's hand.
Song Zining calmly put the ring on his hand without any care. It was a level 6 defensive weapon. Although it could only be used once, it was enough to block the general's frontal attack. Mrs. An Guogong's preference for Song Zining had always been
The performance was unabashed and left people extremely speechless.
Qianye in the audience frowned. He had always heard that the ancestors of the Song Dynasty favored Song Zining. After seeing it with his own eyes today, he always felt that something was wrong. Wasn't this just making enemies for Song Zining? Before he could think about it more, Tai
The last elder stood up and began to read out the first round battle list.
A total of twenty-four Song clan disciples participated in the exam, and there were forty-eight guest warriors. Among them, the guest warriors had to play several rounds to determine the top sixteen, and then competed with the bottom sixteen Song clan children in a knockout round.
Until eight people are determined, they will join the top eight among the Song clan's disciples to become the top sixteen in this round of martial arts examination. Finally, they will compete in pairs until the individual number one is determined.
Each participant will receive points according to their ranking. In the end, whichever disciple of the Song Dynasty and their guest warriors add up to the most points will be the first in the martial arts test.
Four venues have been arranged in the school grounds, which can accommodate four battles at the same time. In addition to powerful weapons such as Force grenades and hand-held Force cannons, the battles are not limited to the weapons used, nor are they limited to life or death.
According to the rules, sixteen fighters will have a bye in the first round. Neither Qianye nor Gao Junyi will have a bye. With the heirs trying their best to influence the battle schedule, such a good thing will naturally not happen to Song Zining.
It can be seen that all the heirs have made great efforts to recruit people. The eight guest warriors in the first batch of battles are all experienced and fierce, and their combat power exceeds the standard ninth-level warriors. They can be left outside.
A ruthless man who easily crushes his opponents at the same level.
Moreover, the fighting was extremely fierce. There was no room for friendship and politeness between the guest warriors, and there was no room for attack. Blood was seen at the end of the battle in almost every venue.
In the second round of four games, Gao Junyi's name was called.
Among the four battles in this round, the longest one lasted nearly an hour. Gao Junyi was indeed a bit talented and defeated his opponent in less than half an hour. However, he also paid a price. He was wounded on his left arm.
It was a deep cut, almost to the point of breaking the bone.
Gao Junyi held his head high when he came off the field. He laughed loudly as he passed by Qianye and said, "Little guy, don't embarrass the Seventh Young Master later." Being able to defeat his opponent in the first round is worthy of boasting, you know.
None of the guest warriors participating in the battle was mediocre.
Qianye just smiled, but Song Zining was full of joy and praised Gao Junyi.
At this moment, the elder who presided over the exam read An Renyi's name. Qianye stood up, casually picked up Dongyue, who was leaning on the edge of his seat, and walked towards the competition ground.
When Qianye walked to the center of the venue and stood still, Mrs. Anguo on the high platform suddenly opened her eyes slightly and glanced at him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
Qianye, who was quietly waiting for the game to start, suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, as if there were a pair of eyes watching him from the dark side. He subconsciously looked towards the high platform. But at this time, the ancestor of the Song clan had already opened his eyes.
Hang down and enter the state of false sleep again.
No one on the high platform noticed that Mrs. An Guo opened her eyes for a moment, and no one was surprised that the ancestors were sleeping. The fight between these juniors was not a good thing for Mrs. An Guo, who had been promoted to the rank of divine general more than 40 years ago.
, just like a child waving a sword in front of adults, it is really not interesting at all. Perhaps only when the children of the Song Dynasty appear on the stage, it will attract her attention.
However, although Mrs. An Guogong closed her eyes, no one dared to slack off on the high platform. With the ancestor's current cultivation level, even if nine percent of his energy was asleep, as long as he was left awake, the whole audience would not be able to hide anything.
Go past her.
"The ninth battle, Du Dahai vs. An Renyi, begins now! The tenth battle, Cao Junping vs. Gu Xiaohui..." As soon as the elder finished speaking, the bell that marked the start of the battle was rung.
Qianye's attention finally turned to his opponent at this time. Standing at the other end of the field was a red-faced man with a ferocious scar on his left cheek.
Qianye looked at him, suddenly smiled and said, "You are from Song Ziqi, right?"