This is a story about a swordsman.
At night, the bright moon hangs high. The moonlight was like frost. On the high platform, a figure in white clothes was bathed in the moonlight, and another figure walked out of the darkness.
The two figures, one bright and one dark, one high and one low, echo each other from a distance.
The figure in fluttering white clothes slowly turned around, and the bright moon was behind him, turning into a circle of light like a god behind his head, holy and bright.
You came.
The figure in the darkness was startled, as if thinking of something, and then replied in a calm tone.
I am coming.
I know you will come.
Of course I will come, and of course you know I will come, otherwise how could you let me go in the first place?
Hearing her answer, the figure in white smiled. His laughter revealed his determination to die.
The moon is bright tonight, and I will die without mercy.
The figure in the darkness did not answer any more words and had already unsheathed his sword.
please.
Enough has been said, no need to say more.
With a soft groan, the sword energy soared to the sky.
The figure in white unsheathed his long sword. The sword was a good sword. The green-edged white blade shone with a white light in the moonlight. His fingertips brushed against the cold green-edged long sword: Please.
Floating clouds covered the moon, and the sky suddenly became dark.
But no one on either side acted rashly.
The duel between swordsmen is actually divided into three levels.
The duel between third-rate swordsmen is superficial, and the fight is based on external force. As long as your weapons, skills, and sword moves are good enough, you can dominate others.
A second-rate swordsman's duel relies more on his strength, because no matter how exquisite sword moves he has learned or how advanced his skills he has practiced, if he cannot master them and flexibly confront the enemy in battle, it will all be in vain.
Why isn't the weapon gap taken into account? That's because I considered the situation if one side showed the Heavenly Sword and the other side took out the laser sword to fight the enemy.
Without further ado, let’s get back to the topic.
First-class swordsmen judge victory or defeat based on their moves. Swordsmen who have reached this level in swordsmanship are considered to be among the best in terms of talent and perseverance, and the best among them can even move from sword to sword a few times. In the confrontation, they can read the opponent's thoughts and sword movements, so as to predict how the next move will come. One move has been passed in the hand, but the two sides have already passed ten moves in their hearts. It is precisely because of this that their duels are more difficult. Until then.
After all, for them, they lose when they run out of moves.
As for the top swordsmen, the swordsmanship battle is even more informal. The figure in white and the man in the dark are at this level. It can be said that from the moment the two meet, the battle for victory and defeat has begun invisibly. .
The confrontation of momentum and mentality is silent but full of murderous intent. Every word and deed of both parties, every move, even a look, and a flaw in the heart may become a fatal flaw.
The clouds dispersed, and the sword light from these two peerless swords turned into a signal for confrontation. One high and one low, one bright and one dark, the two people moved at the same time. They moved as fast as lightning, and the two figures were in the moonlight. passing by
What happened? This requires us to rewind the time a few days ago and start from the beginning.
While Wu Ming and the others were traveling to Happy Hot Spring, Lin Jiaojiao ran into big trouble.
Hum hum ~
Lin Jiaojiao was humming a little tune that day, carrying the ingredients and seasonings that her mother told her to buy, but she was thinking about going to Wu Ming's house to play with Elizabeth and the Crimson Queen on the weekend. When she was passing by the corner, she accidentally met someone who suddenly walked out of the alley. A lot of people hit him.
ah!
With a small scream, Lin Jiaojiao was knocked back and sat on the ground. The ingredients and seasonings in the plastic bag were also scattered on the ground.
Hey, sorry, sorry, I just walked too fast and didn’t look at the road.
Lin Jiaojiao apologized and raised her head. The man who bumped into her looked to be about 20 or 30 years old, with a handsome face and sharp eyebrows. He was only wearing a thin white gown in the bitingly cold winter night. He was as powerful as a sharp edge and his body was as straight as a sword.
Like a swordsman who came out of martial arts.
And there was a handful hanging on his waist, which was a green onion.
The sword is a good sword. The man in white was indifferent to Lin Jiaojiao's apology. He just looked at the ingredients scattered on the ground. His eyes fell on a green onion and he nodded with a heartfelt admiration. Then he glanced up and down at the latter who was lying on the ground. He glanced at it, then shook his head with some disappointment and said: It's a pity that the person holding the sword not only let the sword become dusty, but also wasted his talent in swordsmanship.
Eh? Lin Jiaojiao, who was knocked to the ground, has not yet recovered from her shock. What did you say? Are you talking about me? What's going on?
Although the other party was full of flaws, especially the scallion tied around her waist, which made her feel uncomfortable and stuck in her throat, but recalling the experience of being involved in strange incidents several times, she very wisely put it aside The words that came to my lips were swallowed back.
Don't rush to complain, there is a sword in the stone in foreign countries. What if the green onion in this guy's hand can really be used as a sword?
All I can say is that her intuition is good.
Draw your sword. The next second, the man in white held the green onion at his waist with one hand, and held the root with the other hand, making a gesture of unsheathing a sword. With a sword cry like a sharp sword unsheathing, he waved the green onion and pointed it at Lin Jiaojiao. Green onions make bursts of sound when they are swung through the air. Stand up and pick up your sword. There will be a battle between you and me.
I'm not, I don't have it. Lin Jiaojiao shook her head repeatedly, quickly took out the green onions from the shopping bag, stood up and said, "Brother, if you like these onions, why don't I give them to you? There is no need to use a knife or a gun."
Are you humiliating me? I don't know which string of the man in white was tripped. His expression became even colder. He raised his sword and stabbed Lin Jiaojiao casually.
Although it was just a casual thrust, neither serious nor serious, the man in white had reached an advanced level in swordsmanship. There were so many subtle mysteries hidden in this ordinary thrust. It seemed that it might only take a little You can get away by taking half a step back, but when it comes to dealing with it, you feel that there is no way to retreat, no way to avoid it, and no matter where you run, you will be stung by this onion of despair. .
The sword energy is like a rainbow, and murderous intent is everywhere.
are you crazy! Lin Jiaojiao was so frightened that she cursed, perhaps due to fate, or perhaps because of her inevitable survival instinct. Faced with the green onion that was stabbed straight at her, she subconsciously raised the green onion in her hand!
The two onions hit each other and a string of sparks erupted.
Is it just a subconscious block, an accidental event whose probability is almost non-existent? Or does Lin Jiaojiao really have a unique advantage in swordsmanship? When she blocked it, she hit the key point where the green onion was stabbing her. That was the key to breaking the balance of the stab, but this block slightly deflected the angle at which the green onion stabbed her throat.
Helped her escape death once.
The green onions filled with sword energy cut through the skin, and the green onions also cut through the snow-white robes.
Two figures passed each other.
Xilin Jiaojiao only felt a pain in her neck. She stretched out her hand to touch it, and her head suddenly buzzed and went numb. She saw her hands full of blood.
Blood!
is blood!
So much blood!
I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, no, no, no! Gotta think of a way! We must think of a way! Is there any way to make him let me go? How can I make him let me go? Think about it, think about it, think about it!
The interesting man in white looked at the cut cuffs, and his ice-like face finally showed some other emotions. It was a surprise, a surprise of finally meeting his opponent. Although the opponent is still immature now, he is extremely talented. At the moment of life and death, Relying on instinct and talent, that one green onion happened to block the key point of his exertion, not only destroying his original sword path, but also cutting his robe. This was not something that could be achieved simply by chance. explained.
As long as she polishes her skills over time, this girl will surely become his opponent.
But before he could say anything, Lin Jiaojiao took the lead and said: You're cheating! You are cheating!
Man in white: Are you cheating?
You, a top swordsman, are bullying me, a person who has never learned swordsmanship, isn't it a shame? Lin Jiaojiao's smart little head was already working rapidly at this moment.
Come, the fear of death is behind her, forcing her to do everything possible to save herself. A great master bullies a little girl, are you embarrassed? Are you ashamed?
However, faced with this moral accusation, the man in white had no expression on his face: Then?
What a tragedy, what if he doesn't accept this at all? What to do? What to do? What to do? !
Lin Jiaojiao's eyes were spinning non-stop, and the gears in her brain were about to spark. She was constantly looking for escape routes and possibilities of escape. However, while her eyes were scanning randomly, she accidentally caught the other person. Marks of cuts on the cuffs.
At that moment, it was like she had finally found the last piece of a puzzle. Several fragmentary clues were connected together to finally form a complete picture in her mind.
Got it!
I think you are afraid of me! Afraid of my talent, afraid that I might grow to a point where you can't control it, so you want to nip me in the bud before I grow up! Withstanding the opponent's mountain-like pressure, Lin Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and pointed at the sleeve of the man in white with a big cut. Look! This is where the proof is! My subconscious block can block your green onions and cut your robe. If I grow up over time, is it possible for you to defeat me?
That’s why you said I wanted to kill you to silence you and nip the threat in the bud? The man in white said calmly.
Is not it? Lin Jiaojiao keeps saying that there will be a battle between you and me. At this time, Lin Jiaojiao can't care so much. Fear, anger, desire for survival, and many other emotions are mixed together and burst out. You can't call it a battle at all! It was just a one-sided massacre! They killed me because they were jealous of my talent! Does a narrow-minded person like you deserve to play with a sword? I see that you practice lowering the sword, right?
This move is called leaving a dead horse to survive. To put it bluntly, it means treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, using provocation to stimulate the opponent. However, Lin Jiaojiao, who was out of control, obviously went too far.
If you have the guts, just give me two days! Believe it or not, I will surpass you in two days and I will push you to the ground and beat you!
When she came back to her senses, she realized that she had been hurting the opponent for almost two minutes, and the man in white stood there with his face turning green and red, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
Damn it, it feels too exciting
Alas, the man in white didn't take action after all. He forcibly resisted the urge to hack the opponent to death on the spot and put the onion back into its sheath. Okay, I promise you, two days later, on a full moon night, we will fight again when you grow up.
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