This is a duel, an important duel that determines who will go further in this training and selection, proves who is stronger, and even concerns the honor of the organization!
This duel should be extremely exciting. Both sides exerted all their strength, fought tooth and nail, constantly broke through themselves, surpassed each other time and time again, neither one was willing to be outdone, and finally ended successfully and regretfully with a slight gap.
However, why did the painting style change unconsciously
Why did this duel turn into what it is now
Why
Ye Wuqing sighed, his eyes gradually turning cold.
"Tu Dahei, I will not have any hesitation or mercy from now on. This is a duel. The sword is our only communication. Using your full strength is the best respect."
Ye Qingqing raised his psychic long sword with an expressionless face and piercing eyes. The raging sword intent boiled around him, and the momentum was overwhelming. He said coldly: "Sword skills are divided into five levels, sword skills, sword intent, and sword way. Sword Soul, the realm of swords. Ordinary swordsmen can only use empty sword skills at first. However, after practicing swordsmanship for many years, most of them can hone their sword intention. However, only a handful of real swordsmen can create their own swordsmanship. Sword Soul, the realm of swords The realm can only be understood by the world's top swordsman."
"Tu Dahei, your sword has sword intention, but that's all. Compared with the strong swordsman, you are still far behind. I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years, and I realized the swordsmanship when I was fourteen years old. This way of swordsmanship is called [Ruthless]"
"So I'm sorry, you will lose to Kendo [Ruthlessness]!"
After Ye Wuqing finished speaking, his eyes were as cold as winter, and he seemed to have abandoned all emotions.
Shi Xiaobai also gradually put away his inextricable excitement from being immersed in the study of Kunpeng's swordsmanship. He could feel the cold aura exuded by Ye Wuqing at this moment, freezing all emotions, all thoughts, and all " burden".
Ye Qingqing "activated" his kendo [Qingqing] and entered a state of emotional nothingness.
Kendo seems to be an illusory word, but in fact its existence is very real, real and powerful.
Shi Xiaobai once learned the art of swordsmanship from Ye Wuqing. Her swordsmanship was "obsessed" and she only had a sword in her hand. There is only the sword in the eyes, and there is only the sword in the heart!
Ye Wuqing is a swordsman. She "turns on" her [obsessed] swordsmanship all the time. She also does not "turn it off" when discussing swords with Shi Xiaobai. Ye Wuqing's swordsmanship and herself have become "one with the sword." ".
That's why Shi Xiaobai failed miserably in that Consciousness Sword Competition. At first, he only knew sword skills but didn't even have the sword's intention, so he couldn't sustain a move. Later, he gradually understood the sword's intention and was able to use it. Ye Wuqing, a novice swordsman, was in a stalemate for more than ten rounds.
The strength of the sword is evident.
The reason why Ye Qingqing is known as the second best swordsman among newcomers is because he created his own swordsmanship at the age of fourteen. Swordsmanship is an important criterion to distinguish whether a swordsman is excellent or not, such as whether he has swordsmanship and whether his swordsmanship is strong. , whether kendo combines man and sword, etc.
"Come on, let me see your sword skills!"
The fighting spirit in Shi Xiaobai's eyes ignited again!
Ye Wuqing's face was expressionless, and he silently raised his sword and walked towards Shi Xiaobai. His momentum was completely different from before.
Shi Xiaobai put aside all the distracting thoughts in his heart. Swordsmanship has never been his strongest method, and even the fighting skills he has only recently started to practice, but in this battle, he can only use the sword.
As Ye Wuqing said, the sword is their only communication!
Ye Wuqing closed the distance and suddenly slashed with his sword!
This sword is simple and unpretentious, it doesn't even use any sword skills, it's just an ordinary sword!
But this sword is as fast as fire and as fast as lightning!
Shi Xiaobai did not retreat but advanced, and also slashed out with one sword!
"boom!"
This is the collision of swords with swords, the confrontation between sword energy and sword energy, and the battle between sword intention and sword intention!
There was no victory or defeat with this sword, but Shi Xiaobai was completely at a disadvantage.
Ye Wuqing slashed out with another sword!
No, this time it’s not a sword. This seemingly single sword contains three sword intentions!
Shi Xiaobai caught two of the sword intentions, but was unable to resist the third sword intention and had to take a step back!
Ye Wuqing's attack would not stop because of Shi Xiaobai's retreat. His stronger sword had already been slashed out!
Ye Qingqing did not use the Falling Leaves Guigen Sword, the Sky-Shielding Sun-Shielding Sword, or the Kunpeng inferior sword. He just slashed head-on. However, this return to nature swordsmanship had shadows of the three swordsmanships.
This is Ye Qingqing's concentration of his sword skills!
His kendo [Ruthlessness] freezes all emotions, so every move he makes will not be affected by emotions such as excitement, fear, nervousness, soft-heartedness, etc. Every move he makes is so simple and direct, going straight to the point. !
Shi Xiaobai faced each other with swords. The more the battle, the harder it became, so he could only retreat again and again.
Finally, at the thirteenth move, Shi Xiaobai's psychic sword was chopped into pieces. He retreated in time, but his clothes still had a tear, and he almost got a blood-red scar.
But Shi Xiaobai had no time to feel the lingering fear in his heart, nor did he have time to feel frustrated at the failure of this attack, because Ye Wuqing's next sword was already heading towards his throat!
"Clang!"
Ye Wuqing's sword was blocked!
The light in Shi Xiaobai's eyes was as hot as the sun, and the boiling fighting spirit seemed to burn everything!
Have lingering fears
Frustrated by defeat
Shi Xiaobai would not be like this. The moment the psionic sword broke, he not only dodged the fatal sword, but also immediately created a new psionic sword!
He doesn't waste time worrying about failure.
The only thought in his mind was,
This kind of failure will happen to me ten thousand times again!
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In front of a dilapidated stone wall, a little boy of about five or six years old, carved in pink and jade, was holding a small dagger carved from wood, and was stabbing straight at the stone wall.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is a very small hole in the stone wall, and the little boy's small dagger seems to be heading towards the small hole in the stone wall.
But this small hole is too small, only slightly larger than the tip of a short knife. It must be perfectly aligned to penetrate slightly. However, the movement of the little boy's bayonet seems to be deliberately enlarged, and each knife has to swing through half of the knife. The body had just been pierced out, which made it impossible for him to pierce the small hole accurately.
Each of the little boy's knives hit the area around the small hole, but he did so very fast and hard, so each stab would make his little hand numb.
The little boy frowned and cried, repeatedly making bayonet movements towards the small hole.
Ten times, a hundred times, hundreds of times, thousands of times...
From noon to dusk, he only plunged the tip of the small dagger into the small hole less than ten times.
The autumn dusk was dim and cool, and the air seemed to be condensed with frost. The backs of the little boy's little hands were slightly red from the cold, but he still didn't stop.
"Xiaobai, it's time to eat."
A gentle call came, and footsteps gradually approached from the other side of the wall.
The little boy's eyes lit up and he finally stopped. He trotted to the other side of the wall and saw a black-haired young man walking slowly.
"elder brother!"
The little boy shouted softly and ran to the side of the black-haired young man.
The black-haired young man knelt down, touched the little boy's head, and reached out to hold the little boy's small right hand.
"Hiss..."
The little boy let out a slight cry of pain.
The black-haired young man looked down and saw that the little boy's white and tender right hand had turned a little red. A trace of distress flashed in the black-haired young man's eyes, and he sighed: "You, why don't you know how to be lazy? I deliberately put Dad left just to let you rest, but you... Oh, why don't you stop practicing this butcher knife?"
"no!"
The little boy's eyes widened, and he shook his head and said: "Dad said that if the butcher's knife is not used correctly, the big white pig will be very painful, much more painful than me. Therefore, in order to be able to use the butcher's knife accurately, we must practice diligently." !Brother, please don’t worry, I’m not in much pain, I’m no longer three or four years old, so don’t worry, brother!”
The black-haired young man smiled bitterly, touched the little boy's head, and said: "Yes, yes, you are five years old this year, so you have to pay more attention to your own safety and health, you know? Although dad seems to be very strict, he is actually behind his back. I don’t know how distressed I am, but you still have a long time to come, so you can practice the butchering knife slowly!"
Hearing this, the little boy was silent for a moment thoughtfully. Suddenly he shook his head firmly and pursed his lips and said, "No! I'm too stupid. I've never been able to hit that small hole. Dad said, like me, Stupid, if you don't work hard, you will be dead. Moreover, my brother said last time that failure is the mother of success. The more times you fail, the sooner a successful baby will be born."
The black-haired young man opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. The last time he said this was to comfort the little boy who had failed many times. Unexpectedly, the little boy kept these words in his heart and even used them to encourage him. Own.
Is such a thing a good thing or a bad thing
The black-haired young man had no choice but to say: "Let's go back and eat."
The little boy's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded vigorously. He was so hungry now.
The black-haired young man walked to the other side, took the little boy's left hand, and the two of them walked towards home.
“I love loser moms!”
The little boy was walking and talking, and suddenly he raised his head and asked, "By the way, brother, when will mommy come back? I haven't seen her yet!"
The black-haired young man paused for a moment and turned his head slightly to the side, as if to hide something. He said softly: "Mom, I went to a place far, far away, and I don't know when I will come back. But... , she must have been caring about Xiaobai, and she must also want to see Xiaobai."
The little boy said "Oh" and stopped talking.
The dim afterglow of dusk stretched the shadows of the two of them very long, and the shadows of their hands overlapped each other, as if they would never be separated.
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“Failure is a success mom.”
Shi Xiaobai thought like this and once again created a psychic dagger.
In just ten minutes, his psychic dagger had been shattered more than twenty times, his clothes had been cut with many holes, and there were some blood stains on his body.
In terms of swordsmanship, Shi Xiaobai really couldn't compare with Ye Wuqing who had started Qingqing swordsmanship. He was defeated without any suspense and retreated in a very embarrassed state. The consumption of his spiritual power and physical strength was extremely exaggerated. If he hadn't had the ability to "not let out his breath". The method of forcing battery life is probably already defeated due to fatigue.
But Shi Xiaobai was still holding on. Although he had been defeated more than twenty times in swordsmanship, the duel was not over yet.
Ye Wuqing showed no mercy, nor did he hesitate at all. As soon as Shi Xiaobai retreated, he approached again, pressing step by step, as if he would not stop until the moment of true victory.
"With one strike, this duel will be over."
Suddenly, Ye Wuqing, who had been silent for a long time, said this. His voice was calm and cold, as if a machine without emotion was stating an objective fact. His momentum soared again,
"I think so too."
Shi Xiaobai nodded in agreement and said, "With the next sword strike, you will be defeated by my sword!"
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(PS: I will try it today and switch to two guaranteed updates. The number of words in each update is more than 3,000 words. The second update will be updated later. As for how late it is, it depends on when I code it out. Anyway, it will be updated. The purpose of switching to two updates is to make the content of each chapter more substantial. If it is three consecutive updates, I am used to writing 7,000 words together. As a result, more than half of the 7,000 words are to pave the way for what follows, which makes it seem like It’s pretty cool, but now it’s more than 3,000 words per piece. The number of foreshadowing words will be less, and it may look a little fuller.)