"I was only five years old at that time, and I was not as tall as a sword?" Nangong Huajian laughed and began to continue practicing.
This small building has always been very conspicuous in Jiansheng's residence. Nangong Huajian did not carry others on his back, but stood in the courtyard, which attracted the attention of Jiansheng who returned home satisfied after drinking and eating.
"Huh? Isn't that Nangong Huajian? He has lost one hand, what sword can he practice? Do you want to start over?" A fat Jiansheng said with a toothpick in his mouth and looked surprised.
A man next to him burped and took a deep breath, then said, "Practicing swordsmanship is time and kung fu. Without ten or eight years of accumulation, how can he be able to be able to do it with ease? I see, he was stimulated by Cheng Zifeng's genius performance and wanted to take revenge, but this is not a wise move. He is from a good family and handsome. I think it's good to be a playboy for a lifetime."
"Hey, you still have to worry about this?" Another person shook his head helplessly: "Don't look at how excited he is to contact him now. In less than three days, the cruel reality of the left hand cannot match the right hand, which will completely destroy his will. Do you still practice swords? Is that possible to do it in a day or two? Find a place to drink wine!"
His ears were filled with words that Jian Sheng was not optimistic about. Nangong Huajian didn't say anything. He looked at them very calmly and began to practice.
Standing at the door and looking for a while, Lu Ming turned around and left silently, came to a big tree, began to peel the bark again, and continued to make his own wooden sword.
It was getting late soon, and except for a few swordsmen who were supporting each other and shaking back to the station with alcohol, the whole city became quiet.
However, there were slight "swish" sounds constantly coming from the night sky. Nangong Huajian was still practicing the left-hand sword. At this moment, there were a few more holes in his clothes, and blood was flowing on it. But he didn't know why he was tired. The short beard stubble that grew on his chin made him look even more vicissitudes.
The Destruction Sword Saint nodded secretly. No matter what happened, as long as he had a fighting sword heart, it would be good!
After taking two steps, the Destruction Sword Saint came from the front yard to Lu Ming in the back yard. His pace was very slow, but if he took one step, his figure would disappear and he would appear dozens of meters away in an instant. There was no afterimage behind him, and there was no sound of breaking through the air. He just walked in an understatement.
Lu Ming's sword in his hand never stopped cutting the bark of the tree because he knew that the destruction of the sword saint was for Nangong Huajian to show it to inspire his determination to be enterprising.
Nangong Huajian suddenly shook his whole body, and was stunned for a moment, and the movement of swinging the sword afterwards became even more powerful.
The Destruction Sword Saint smiled with satisfaction, turned to look at Lu Ming, and said, "You have a lot of fun in your hands. Is there anyone suitable for him?"
"Yes, but not yet." Lu Ming said lightly.
"My surname?" The Destruction Sword Saint was a little surprised.
"Yes." Lu Ming cut off a large piece of bark and said, "Although he is now broad-minded, it is still not enough."
The Destruction Sword Saint nodded understandingly. Nangong Huajian is not lacking in talent or sword energy. What he needs is training. It is difficult for a person to change without going through major events. This time it is the turning point in his life. And Lu Ming, the child, was so thoughtful and precise, and he really had the style of a master!
One night, Nangong Huajian's sword practice and Lu Ming's wooden sword process passed. However, when Nangong Huajian collected the sword, he found that Lu Ming was still cutting the big tree. This required a calm heart than practicing sword by himself.
Zhuo Ligetu walked out yawning, stretched out his bones of body that had been practicing for a night, and immediately made a crackling sound, with a sharp and crisp sound. When he saw Lu Ming still shaving there, he asked in confusion: "It's obviously done, why haven't you rested?"
Lu Ming calmly took back the steel sword and said, "This one is now a prototype, and it needs to be done."
The Destruction Sword Saint discovered that this wooden sword had improved a lot from the previous one. Although it was actually just a few minor improvements in the lines, each improvement showed Lu Ming's progress.
In the path of swordsmanship, every small discovery can bring unprecedented benefits. Unexpectedly, Lu Ming, a child, had such an understanding in just one day.
Moreover, Lu Ming's aura is more calm than the previous day and is more powerful than before.
There were several low-hanging dark clouds in the sky today. It seemed as if it was looking forward to any result. No matter how the bitter wind blew, it was still not moving, but it emitted a solemn aura invisibly. The surrounding Jiansheng felt an invisible pressure, but they were all present and surrounded the field and waited and watched.
On the ring, Lu Ming stood in the wind, his long flying hair was like a cloud of dark clouds, or a burning black fire. In his calmness, he implicitly had immeasurable power.
Cheng Gang stood steadily opposite, with a strong sense of confidence in his eyes. During yesterday's viewing and his own experience, he found that Lu Ming's swordsmanship was not complicated, it could be said to be quite simple, and his way of winning was almost an opportune and had no power at all. Now that he has seen through this, he will definitely lose in the face of his powerful power.
"As for giving up the game yesterday? Haha..." Cheng Gang laughed: "Sometimes, giving up is for a better result. Just like today, he has figured out his background, but he knows nothing about himself."
The Saint's two beautiful eyebrows were frowned tightly. Now Cheng Gang has already been on the ring, and even if he is on the ring, it is not easy for him to intervene. After all, it is to slap Lu Ming in the face. However, Cheng Gang is a disciple of the Sword Saint, and it is impossible for the Sword Saint to pass on him some means to save his life. If he cannot defeat Lu Ming and becomes angry, the consequences of both injuries will be that he will not accept it no matter what!
Lu Ming's heart was like a sea, Cheng Gang was like a tiny grain of sand. Lu Ming would not care about him at all, nor did he care about him. It can be said that Lu Ming was entirely responsible for his own sake.
However, Cheng Gang's mind is too narrow and he is causing trouble again and again. If necessary, no matter how weak his power is, he must give up.
The saint's heart flashed in a moment, and the eyes of Cheng Gang changed a lot. It was no longer the protection of the former master's opponents, but there was a hint of murderous intent inside.
Any saint is selected from the country, and decisive killing and means will never be missing.
Lu Ming glanced at the saint, smiled indifferently, and then shook his head gently.
Lu Ming's thoughts were understood by the Saint, and Cheng Gang was also considered a talent, but she also shook her head. If Cheng Gang still couldn't understand it, even if he was a talent, he would have to pay the price!
Cheng Gang was unaware of it and replayed the idea of calculating how to crack Lu Ming's sword last night. He was arrogant and he never looked down on any opponent. As long as he set out his sword, there was no reason to lose.
"Get out the sword!" Cheng Gang said proudly, and the confidence between his eyebrows was fully displayed.
"Huh? What's wrong with this person? I was forced by Lu Ming yesterday and didn't even dare to shoot out the sword. Today I actually asked Lu Ming to shoot out the sword first? Is there a problem with his head?" A swordsman said in surprise.
"This can only explain a little..." A person next to him thought, "It is very likely that this person found a way to crack Lu Ming's sword, so he still let Lu Ming draw the sword first. This not only reflects the style of a master, but the key is to be able to take action later."
"Ah! Yes!" The sword students immediately realized it suddenly, and after seeing the confident expression in Cheng Gang's eyes, they became even more sure of this.
Lu Ming held the wooden sword without any politeness. The sword edge of the wooden sword slowly pointed to the sky. The next moment, his body appeared in the upper, lower, left and right spaces. The sword shadow of the wooden sword instantly formed a sword, and then the afterimages returned to him one by one, and all the sword shadows also returned to the wooden sword.
Lu Ming looked at Cheng Gang, and raised the wooden sword at the same time, pointing the sword edge to his eyebrows.
With a thud, Cheng Gang's legs became weak and he immediately sat on the ground, his face was pale, and cold sweat instantly wet his whole body. The cold sweat on his forehead kept sliding down, hitting the bluestone ground on his body, splashing water.
"Oh? What's going on?" The swordsmen were shocked, but no matter how they looked at Lu Ming's sword, they had never released the sword energy, but why did Cheng Gang fall down all of a sudden?
The swordsmen kept thinking about what happened to Lu Ming's sword, but everyone only saw a few afterimages, and there was nothing outstanding at all. When Yi Jiansheng looked at Lu Ming again, they all asked incredible questions: "This... is too nonsense, right?"
With a shout, the Lord of the Jiantang suddenly stood up. He looked at Lu Ming's wooden sword with astonishment, and fine beads of sweat also oozed out of his forehead. This was the brain that instantly incorporated a lot of information and began to analyze the consequences.
As the saying goes, an expert looks at the trick. When the master of the hall saw Lu Ming’s sword, every sword he saw was seen by the master. However, Lu Ming’s sword was too fast, and the master could only write it in detail in his mind before he could analyze it.
The analysis results show that Lu Ming's sword actually contains at least ten sets of sword techniques. It can be said that he simplified a large number of sword techniques in an instant and completely integrated them into one sword!
Genius! Absolute genius! The master of the hall took a deep breath of excitement. Cheng Zifeng was also a genius, but they were completely different. Cheng Zifeng was a person who studied completely according to the textbook and then performed sword skills according to the needs of the battle. And Lu Ming, he could actually integrate and improve, which was equivalent to creation!
If you give him an inspiration and an opportunity, then it is absolutely possible to create a brand new and perfect swordsmanship! (To be continued.)