Yuan Hong was placed across Gai Nie's knees. He was looking straight ahead. The hair hanging down from his forehead hid his sharp and somewhat excessive eyes. Anyone who looked directly at them would find it difficult to bear that kind of gaze.
After the sword duel with Wei Zhuang ended, his gaze improved and was no longer so sharp, but this did not mean that this superb swordsman's strength had declined.
On the contrary, it is like putting a peerless sword into a sheath. It does not show its sharpness at ordinary times, but once it is taken out of the sheath, it will definitely shock the world.
"Everyone has his own secrets. The Mohist School has been passed down for hundreds of years and there will always be various secret techniques left behind."
Tang Xuanming scratched his head. He didn't expect that Gai Nie would say that. He had even thought of the reasons, but Gai Nie didn't care. It was like a powerful and heavy sword that had been swung empty. It was very uncomfortable.
"Brother Nie, do you have any suggestions? Recently, I feel that my inner strength has reached a threshold, and I can't cross it no matter what."
Gai Nie finally turned his head to look at this Mohist tycoon who was becoming more and more unpredictable to him. He stared at it for a long time. When Tang Xuanming felt a little uncomfortable, Gai Nie said in a deep voice: "I don't know where you have practiced the Mohism.
A secret technique, and now your body is so powerful and your energy and blood are so powerful that it is even more terrifying than that talented young man from the Xiang family."
"It's simply hard to understand. With the support of such a powerful body, the progress of internal strength has also been rapid. Although your understanding was extremely high at first, your fundamentals were not outstanding."
"Now that I look at you, you are a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a thousand years. I may not even be able to predict your future achievements."
Tang Xuanming felt happy in his heart, and tried to keep a calm look on his face, and said calmly: "It's far worse than Brother Nie. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning."
In fact, I was so happy that if I wasn't afraid of losing the face of the Mu family giant, I would have laughed three times.
Ge Nie looked at him deeply, which made Tang Xuanming feel cold in his heart. The man known as the Sword Master spoke calmly, but Tang Xuanming was horrified.
"You are progressing too fast, which is not a good thing. You have never pulled me to compete with each other before."
"Because at that time I knew I couldn't beat him!"
Tang Xuanming sneered, trying to ease the increasingly serious atmosphere between the two of them, but Gai Nie said word for word: "No, it's because you are getting more and more angry. Although I don't know who gave you the confidence, but
You seem to think you are number one in the world deep down."
"Peng!"
Yuan Hong, who was originally lying across Gai Nie's knees, suddenly bounced up and hit Tang Xuanming's throat.
A drop of bright red blood fell on the stairs. Tang Xuanming's face was filled with shock and he didn't react at all.
He looked at the sword on his throat in disbelief. To be precise, it was a scabbard. Yuan Hong, the second most famous sword in the world, had not even taken it out of its scabbard. Just a scabbard broke Tang Xuanming's sword.
defense.
Letting his self-confessed steel body bleed, Genie calmly withdrew his sword, stood up, and turned around to walk towards his room.
His words reached Tang Xuanming's ears clearly.
"Your sword is too floating, and your moves are no longer as rigorous as before. If you continue like this, you will no longer be worthy of holding a sword. You will go the way of Wei Zhuang, unable to see yourself or others clearly..."
Tang Xuanming sat there in a daze, still recalling the brilliant sword light in his mind. Gai Nie's words hit his heart hard, making him reflect involuntarily.
He has been practicing his sword these days, but he is not as serious as when he just came into this world and was helpless.
It was more like completing a task. He no longer savored the various moves and looked for flaws in his hands. He just repeatedly waved the sword in his hand almost numbly.
"Am I really drifting?"
Touching the insignificant wound on his throat, there was no blood seeping out there at this time. The wound was locked by the strong muscles supported by the flesh forged by the Ant King Method.
Bits of energy and blood gathered there, where a subtle sword mark had disappeared. If Gai Nie saw this scene, he would definitely be surprised and unable to understand it. It redefined Tang Xuanming's strength. Unfortunately, he had already closed the door. He was destined to see
This scene is over.
Holding the half-raised Black Eyebrow Sword with no chance of unsheathing, Tang Xue Xuanming laughed at himself.
"It's not even close!"
I don't know if I'm laughing at his sword skills or his Ant King skills, or both.
After Tang Xuanming stood blankly on the stairs for a while, he silently walked to his room, raised the Mo Mei Sword in his hand, and practiced Mohist swordsmanship and vertical sword skills over and over again.
Gai Nie had taught him a lesson. He recalled afterwards that Gai Nie's sword was not very fast. With his extremely powerful body, he could still use the sword, or even faster.
But that mediocre sword was just handed to him, leaving him without the slightest chance to react. Although there was a reason for Gai Nie's sudden attack, it was mostly due to his own shortcomings.
Compared to the battle between Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, the speed of this sword can be said to be as slow as a snail.
"With support, won't you be so focused on practicing swordsmanship?"
"Today it was Gai Nie who gave me a sword. He would not kill me. What if it was a swordsman in the world, or Wei Zhuang?"
In the gurgling cold sweat, Tang Xuanming eliminated all thoughts and concentrated all his energy on that sword. He did not stop dancing with the sword until the moon was high in the sky, climbed to the top of the inn, and began to breathe in and out, swallowing the essence of the stars.
.
There was still a pale golden brilliance blooming in his body, but Tang Xuanming was not as happy as usual.
Gai Nie's sword gave him too many surprises and surprises. Just an unsheathed Yuan Hong tore apart his defense with just that wisp of sword energy.
His proud martial arts skills were far behind the top figures.
"Gai Nie has already seen all this. He had already seen it when he left the Mojia City. It was just that he was on the run at that time and it was not suitable to point it out directly. Therefore, he did not hand out the sword until now."
This thought flashed through his mind, and as he pondered deeply, he fell completely into deep practice.
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After Gai Nie returned to the room that originally belonged to him, Master Ban, Gao Jianli, and Xue Nu were all there. They all looked at Gai Nie expectantly.
Gai Nie nodded, and they let out a sigh of relief.
Tang Xuanming's martial arts training began to feel a little erratic. He may not have known it, but Master Ban, Gao Jianli and others who were with him day and night, clearly saw it.
But it would be awkward to remind Tang Xuanming based on their status. In any case, Tang Xuanming was a Mohist giant, and they had to obey the orders of the Mohist instead of having them point fingers at the Mohist giant.