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As the sound of clashing weapons stopped, Chen Xi looked at his empty hands. The sword he was holding had long since disappeared.
Then he looked at the two swords in Zhao Yun's hands and said with emotion, "Zilong's swordsmanship is still as superb as ever, beyond my reach!"
Zhao Yun looked at the sword seized from Chen Xi, lifted it up, and put it in front of his eyes for inspection.
Under the rising sun, it exudes a cold light. In the shape of the eight-sided Han sword, one side is engraved with the bright moon in the sky, and the other side is engraved with Haiyanheqing.
He took back his sword, flicked the sword gently with his free hand, and listened to the echo of the sword, which was sweet and transparent.
"Zichuan has a peerless sword." Zhao Yun looked at the sword in his hand that he had never heard of before, and said with admiration, "Ling is like a cold light, empty and deep in the valley, the sword is like a gentleman, awe-inspiring and upright, I don't know Zichuan, does this sword have a name?"
Zhao Yun asked while returning the sword in his hand to Chen Xi.
Chen Xi took the sword with a calm face, looked at the sword in his hand, and said with a little helplessness, "This sword has no name, I am lucky to get it."
This was Chen Xi's birthday gift from Liu Tong when he turned eighteen.
As for how much time and energy Liu Tong spent on it, it is unknown.
Even Chen Xi couldn't tell what kind of alloy it was made of.
But whether it was strength, hardness, or sharpness, it was beyond Chen Xi's imagination.
The only shortcoming is probably that it has not been warmed and cured. Chen Xi needs to warm it up by himself. Even now, it has not reached the limit of weapon materials.
If it reaches the limit, it should be stronger than now. As for when it will reach the limit, even Chen Xi himself does not know.
"I see, I don't know who can cast it to this level." Zhao Yun looked at the sword in his hand and compared it with the swords he had seen before. How could he not understand the difference between the two?
A sword has reached its limit, and a sword is still far away from the limit, but it can still survive a collision without losing the slightest disadvantage.
If it reaches its limit, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a magic weapon.
If a spirit can be born, it will be a magical weapon that can be passed down!
Chen Xi glanced at Zhao Yun in this state and could understand what Zhao Yun was thinking.
After all, as a military general, excellent weapons, armor and BMWs are also the goals pursued by military generals.
"If Zilong wants it, he can go to the construction center in the north of the city and ask the director there." Chen Xi said easily with a slight smile.
After Zhao Yun heard about this place, he silently wrote it down and asked again when he had free time.
Seeing the two people who had stopped competing, Chen Yue took the other maids and walked towards the two people in the yard with the basin in his hand.
Seeing the maid who had come over, Chen Xi took out a towel from the basin and wiped his sweaty face casually to make his mental state look better.
As for Zhao Yun, although he has been practicing swordplay with Chen Xi for a long time, his physical condition has not changed at all, there is no sweat at all, and he looks relaxed and content.
Regarding this scene, Chen Xi felt quite calm in his heart, although his current strength was already considered pretty good.
But if compared with generals like Zhao Yun, even if he doesn't use his inner energy, Chen Xi's strength is still the target of being cut.
Under normal circumstances, Zhao Yun's sparring partners should be Huang Zhong and Zhang Fei, not Chen Xi.
However, today's situation is special. It is rare for both parties to have time. Chen Xi also wants to see how big the strength gap between himself and the top generals is.
The final result was quite normal, with no power to fight back and even the weapons were disarmed.
However, it is quite good to be able to know one's own strength, and there is no need to go into battle to kill the enemy, self-protection is enough.
"Zilong, it's rare to see you resting. Shouldn't you stay in the military camp at this time?" Chen Xi reacted at this time and looked at Zhao Yun with some doubts.
Even during rest time, Zhao Yun could not be so leisurely.
This is a real liver emperor, energetic and hardworking enough.
The most important thing is that it is comprehensive enough. Although every ability except force is not top-notch, it is absolutely no problem to be an assistant.
How can there be free time for a being who can help anyone who is short of manpower?
"Zichuan, what should I say?" Zhao Yun's face had a rare hint of bitterness and hesitation.
Chen Xi looked at Zhao Yun in this state, and his curiosity suddenly rose, and he said excitedly, "Zilong, what happened, do you want me to help you with your advice?"
Seeing Chen Xi like this, Zhao Yun also told him about the situation of his army.
As a white horse follower separated from Gongsun Baima, whether it is the speed of arrows for long-range attacks, or the light of swords entering the harvesting posture, it is the same as instinct, and there is no possibility of not being able to or forgetting it.
Under Zhao Yun's leadership, the speed limit was severely restricted and could not be raised at all.
However, the speed cannot reach a certain speed, and there is no way to enter another posture. The proud sword light does not have the lethality to block a god and kill a god, or to block a Buddha and kill a Buddha.
Although as compensation, under the leadership of Zhao Yun, the flexibility coefficient has been greatly increased, and it is even possible to perform the outrageous operation of turning around on the spot during normal marches.
But this does not solve the problem of Zhao Yunbaima Yicong's combat effectiveness. After all, without the light of the sword, he would not have the ultimate killing speed.
The only thing that can work is the arrow attached in the state of divine speed.
After listening to Zhao Yun's explanation, Chen Xi already had a general understanding in his mind.
Zhao Yun's white horse Yi Cong, in terms of detailed division, is probably closer to the template of light cavalry than Gongsun's white horse.
With high movement speed, high flexibility, and high bow and arrow power, it can be regarded as a representative legion that uses arrows to hunt and consume.
At the same time, it is immune to negative status and maintains a calm posture. As long as the leader does not seek death, it is difficult for the army to die. It can be regarded as having high survivability.
And Gongsun Baima, this is another kind of representative, a representative who has gone to the extreme.
Extreme movement speed, uncontrollable flexibility, extreme killing speed, and a legion with no retreat.
Every battle is like gambling, and it is also the most dangerous type of gambling, direct stud.
The winner takes all, the loser loses, and doesn’t even get a second chance.
In comparing the two armies, Zhao Yun noticed the upper limit but did not find the difference in the lower limit.
Thinking of this, Chen Xi carefully told Zhao Yun what he was thinking, so as to relieve Zhao Yun's pressure and let him know that Zhao Yun would not have such a big burden.
(End of chapter)
