Roland seemed very quiet. He just stood forward, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and the back of the knife was resting on his left shoulder.
Because the Miao Dao is very long, it would be quite laborious to hold it in your hand if you don't swing it. It is also impossible to wear it around the waist, and it will be even harder to draw the knife if it is carried behind the back.
Therefore, most of the time, the Miao Dao will be placed on the shoulder for easy carrying. Therefore, most of the time, the Miao Dao's shooting movements will also start from this posture.
Li Lin's wooden sword knocked on the ground, the sound getting louder and louder, and he continued to move forward slowly.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and Xisha subconsciously clenched her fists.
Just when he was still three meters away from Roland, the wooden sword suddenly struck the concrete floor with a heavier force. With the force of the rebound, he suddenly took a step forward, and the long sword in his right hand suddenly slashed forward.
Extremely fast, like lightning.
But Roland's reaction speed was faster. The moment Li Lin raised his sword, he had already moved.
He took a step back suddenly, and at the same time, the Miao Dao slashed forward with the power of his wrist.
Roland retreated too fast, and Li Lin slashed him in the air with his sword. Before he could stop his move, Roland's much longer Miao Dao struck directly on his shoulder protector.
After a beeping sound, it bounced upward again. This is the effect of Roland's reduced strength.
"stop!"
Qi Shaoqiu on the sidelines shouted: "Luo Lan wins."
Li Lin took off the protective gear, and then patted his shoulder in confusion. Although it was protected by the protective gear and Roland had restrained his strength, his shoulder would still feel numb after being cut with the wooden knife.
He asked strangely: "Why do you react so quickly?"
Roland smiled: "Maybe it's because I have better talent."
Li Lin clicked his tongue and said no more. Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action. Although Li Lin has not systematically practiced cold weapon martial arts, he and the veterans learned basic military swordsmanship in the game. Over the past half a year, he participated in nearly a hundred battles, large and small. The number of deaths has exceeded 20. Because he died too many times and lost experience at every turn, he is still at Level 4 until now and has not reached Level 5.
After so many battles, he found that he was almost reaching the limit in terms of melee combat ability. Although he could continue to improve by upgrading his level and learning more specialties, those were purely numerical improvements, not technical improvements.
If you encounter players with similar equipment levels, but if their opponent's skills are better than yours, you will suffer a big loss.
With this idea in mind, he went offline to learn the martial arts of cold weapons.
Although he is still not good at technique, his eyesight has been improved during this period.
When Roland retreated just now, his reaction speed was very fast. The moment he raised his hand to attack, he had already retreated.
Almost synchronously.
Otherwise, his sword would not be empty so easily.
"People with fast brains can even react quickly?" Li Lin felt that it was a bit unfair. He sat down on the cement block next to him and said: "You guys with such talents are so powerful, how can we ordinary people do it?" live?"
Roland smiled and took off his protective gear: "But you have money."
Hearing this, Li Lin's expression became even more uncomfortable. He said cowardly: "Generally speaking, don't we rich people talk like this when we meet a genius and slap him in the face? No matter how talented you are, I only need to say "rich". But now you just use These words come to comfort me, this world..."
Qi Shaoqiu listened in amusement on the sidelines. He walked up and said, "You see, your foundation is too poor now. You can't even move with a sword. Let's learn the most basic ones first."
Li Lin responded.
Li Lin then learned the most basic moving postures under the guidance of Qi Shaoqiu, while Roland practiced the routines on his own.
Soon it was noon, and when Roland was about to go home, Xisha pulled him aside and asked, "How are you doing with your Taoist health-preserving skills?"
Roland shook his head: "There is no progress."
There is really no progress. Now he takes an hour to sit cross-legged for a while before entering the game every day.
But I didn't feel any strange warmth, nor did I feel any aura.
If I have to say there is some progress, it is that now he does not feel numb in his legs even after sitting cross-legged for an hour. He seems to have adapted to it.
"Don't worry, you've only been practicing for a month. It took me almost a year to feel Qi." Xisha looked calm, and then stuffed something into his hand: "This is incense, for meditation. The effect, when I don’t practice Qi well, I will light some, you can give it a try.”
"Incense is quite expensive." Roland found that the incense was wrapped in a handkerchief, and the texture of this handkerchief was very unique and felt very comfortable. It didn't look like it was made by machine, but it looked like it was handmade: " I'll give you money."
"Why are you so polite, a grown man! This thing is not expensive." Xisha left these words in a light tone, turned around and left.
"Thank you." Roland waved to Xisha's back.
At this time Li Lin came over and asked with a smile: "How does this girl feel?"
"She's pretty good. She's a very hard-working girl. She seems to have a cold personality, but she's actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside. She's very kind to the friends she knows."
Roland thought for a while and commented.
"Sounds like a good wife." Li Lin laughed ambiguously, and then asked, "Do you want me to take you home?"
"Forget it. I'll come here on a bicycle." Roland waved his hand.
"Okay, I'll take the first step."
The two separated at the entrance of the swordsmanship hall, and the red sports car roared away.
Roland rode his bicycle home slowly.
After lunch, Roland opened the forum as usual, and then found that the data guru O'Neal was chatting with him privately, asking him to go to the Penguin group immediately after seeing the news. He had something important to do.
Then Roland opened the penguin group and O'Neill was online. As soon as he saw him online, he immediately sent a message.
"Yesterday, a player found a strange drawing on the black market in the royal city. He thought it looked like a magic model, so he sent a third of it to me. I thought it looked similar, so I bought it for a lot of money."
"Then what?" Roland asked.
"I can't understand!!!"
O'Neal made several exclamation points.
Then he continued.
"In the past six months, the magic models we have come into contact with can be traced, and they are of the same origin. But this model is obviously not the same system as the magic models we have learned."
"Elven magic?" Roland asked.
"It's possible."
Roland thought for a moment and said, "Can I take a look?"
"Other than you, who else is useful now? I asked you to go online just to see if you can figure out something. If you figure it out, let me know."
Roland replied: "No problem."
After a while, an email was sent.
Roland opened the attachment, and then a strange 'painting' appeared in the center of the computer screen.