The sword in Wei Zeshu's hand slashed suddenly, and the released soul pressure turned into criss-cross cutting will, slashing down wantonly on the grass.
Gongsun Minu just made a slight mistake in his steps, and the wooden sword rose and fell like stars. The sword's rules were strict, and it was like a breeze sweeping across it, swift and light.
Qingfeng Sword, this is the name of this sword technique. It is considered elegant, but it is so common in various literary works and games that it sounds a bit ordinary.
But reality is not a literary work. The names of powerful swordsmanship are often simple and concise, such as the Qingfeng Sword. The sword is as light as the breeze, natural and free, and the sword moves are refined.
The black sword in Wei Zeshu's hand was weightless, so he swung it very fast, and the soul-pressing slashes were also very fast. However, most of these slashes were easily staggered by Gongsun Minato's pace, and a few of them could not be avoided. The sword Cutting through like a breeze.
This was the first time I saw such exquisite swordsmanship, which was far beyond Wei Curcuma's imagination.
When people encounter something beyond their imagination, they will naturally be stunned for a moment. Wei Curcuma was also stunned for a moment, but at this moment, Gongsun Couo seemed to have shrunk into an inch and was already on top of him.
Wei Curcuma's left hand slashed with the black sword, but it could only cut a small incision. Gongsun leaned against the slash and stepped aside, and the wooden sword in her hand was already approaching the city.
At this time, Wei Zeshu truly felt the shortcoming of the sword's inability to defend. He was like waving a shadow, and the shadow naturally could not stop the solid wooden sword.
Wei Curcuma held the wooden sword tightly in his right hand and slashed it out like a thunderbolt, trying to interrupt Gongsun Minato's sword power and cause enough damage along the way.
The huge force exploded along the place where the wooden sword and the wooden sword connected. Gongsun Minato's forward and light posture paused. She also did not expect that Wei Curcuma's physical strength was so exaggerated. It could even be said to be far beyond the ordinary fifth-level strengthening method. owner.
You must know that swordsmen are the type who rely most on physical strength and are most adaptable to the strengthening system, but she was still shocked by the power of Wei Curcuma's body.
Just like a rampaging tyrant, Wei Curcuma possesses an unreasonable and tyrannical body!
For the first time, she grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and exerted all her strength together. Although her feet sank into the grass, she successfully stopped being repelled by Wei Curcuma's sword.
The force of the wooden sword and the wooden sword, Wei Curcuma's huge force reacted on his body. He simply jumped slightly with his feet, and the whole person actually jumped into the air with the reaction force of this force!
He suddenly turned his strength into a downward slash, and his whole body rose into the air. In the air, he was still facing down, spinning upside down.
At this moment, the cutting sword quietly appeared in his left hand again, two horizontally and two vertically. The four simplest slashes fell like a tic-tac-toe, cutting out a neat mark like a chessboard under his body. .
Unfortunately, before Wei Curcuma could land, a sword had already shot through the air. At such a critical moment, he instinctively tried to stop it with a wooden sword.
The sword just tilted its blade slightly in the direction of the sword. In an instant, within a small area, the root of the wooden sword and the tip of the sword passed for several rounds. The wooden sword in Wei Curcuma's hand was directly lifted high. After spinning a few times, it stuck to the ground in the distance.
The sword curling force, the best curling sword among Wudang Taiyi Xuanmen Swords, rolled over and forced Wei Curcuma to let go of the wooden sword in his hand.
A booming sound came, and the sword and Wei Curcuma were separated at the touch of a touch.
Wei Curcuma's right hand was empty, and his entire right arm hung down weakly. At that moment, his right shoulder was hit by the sword tip like a thunder hammer, and all the nearby bones were almost shattered and fractured.
In his left hand, a black slashing sword was quietly held in his backhand, with its edges stretching and contracting.
The moment the wooden sword was thrown away, Wei Curcuma decisively sacrificed his right shoulder and used his left hand to construct a black sword-cutting sword with a light slash.
Gongsun Minato's figure appeared on the opposite side, still holding the sword, the tip of the sword hanging naturally by her side, but the school uniform on her right arm was broken, revealing fair skin with a somewhat marble texture.
A slash wound appeared at the damaged area, and bright red blood was flowing continuously.
She just flicked it with her hand, and the blood in the wound naturally stopped, and it soon began to heal.
Wei Curcuma looked with some surprise at Senior Minato's method of stopping the bleeding and healing. It didn't look like something that could be done by the deviants of the fifth class just now.
"Senior, what level are you at now? You recovered so quickly!"
"The system for swordsmen is different from yours. If we converted it last semester, it would probably be your Ding level?"
"However, if we fight head-on, it's probably equivalent to your C-level."
Wei Curcuma took a breath. He just entered the school a year earlier than himself, and had he already reached the level of aberrant in Mingming Town? No wonder everyone admires her so much as the sophomore leader, she is simply invincible.
Wei Curcuma's right hand was unable to exert force in a short period of time, so it hung weakly by his side.
"That sword strike just now hurt so much... Was that also a sword move?"
While asking this question, Wei Curcuma moved his right shoulder. The bones and muscles of that piece of bone only twisted a few times, and they returned to their original state.
"..."
Gongsun Minato was a little speechless about Wei Curcuma's indifferent attitude and terrifying recovery ability. He seemed to be okay after being hit by such a heavy sword, and his tone sounded like "I just got bitten by the spicy food."
"It's a sword move, known as the secret skill, which focuses on thrusting power and exchanges magical power for killing power."
"His unique skill, no wonder he is so strong."
Wei Zeshu automatically took it into his mind and thought of it as something secondary like the "Secret Truth!" in comics, and he happily accepted it.
"Can I also learn this thing?"
Senior Minato gently pushed back her long silver hair with her hands, holding a sword in one hand and looking at Wei Curcuma with a smile.
"Join the Heart Sword School and you can learn."
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Wei Zeshu and Gongsun Minato laughed in unison, and her little calculation could be heard in the magic city.
There is only one condition for joining the legendary Heart Sword Studio. The group of seniors did not say it clearly, but they only said that Wei Eshu would know about it when the time comes - because this condition has always been a semi-open secret, and that is for the president to personally invite it.
"I'm not going."
"Then where are you going? The Jungle Sword Cultivator? Or the Student Union? I can only think of these two that are comparable to the Heart Sword Academy."
"It's actually hard to say what the student union is. Except for the student union president, the overall level is actually far behind."
Wei Zeshu shook his head and took out a crumpled club application form from the pocket of his clothes, which was handed to him by the little raccoon named Pizza.
"What's this?"
"Application form for the club, senior."
Wei Curcuma laughed.
The so-called "contract content" refers to this, right?
Ask yourself to establish an officially recognized society in the north.
However, Wei Zeshu felt that it would be too boring to build just one club. If he wanted to build one, he would have to build the strongest club in the history of the North!
"Would you like to join my club now? It will become the strongest club in the history of the North in the future."
Wei Zeshu couldn't help but push a membership application form to the president of Xinjianzhai, and waved his hands confidently and confidently, as if to say "waiting for your joining", a confident gesture.
