Xin An was sitting on a stone chair at the edge of the cave. He looked at a video displayed on his phone and said with some surprise.
In the video, a young man defeated his opponent with extremely fast sword speed.
He was holding a glass of something that looked like orange juice, and of course there were some other magical condiments added to it.
However, he quickly shook his head:
"But it can only make me feel fast..."
Xin An has seen Yin Zhong's sword, and he knows what the sword speed that exceeds the limit of mortal things really looks like in his eyes:
It is a realm that is completely invisible to the naked eye. Even just staring at it is enough to make people feel the oppression from the depths of the soul!
The guy's sword in the video is indeed fast, but that's just it...
Shan Wei, the fey girl floating behind Xin An, nodded her head in approval.
She took a sip of the spiritual drink specially made by Xin An for her, and her face was filled with happiness.
Ba She next to him was a little dissatisfied with the noise caused by Xin An's cell phone, but considering that this guy's magical cooking skills were constantly improving, Ba She didn't bother to pay attention to him.
At this time, Yin Zhong, who had just come out of the Zongwang fight, was going to come over to get some food.
At this time, the video footage on Xin An's mobile phone focused on the face of a young man. He looked high-spirited, full of some kind of vigor and pride.
He raised the sword in his hand and said to the camera:
"Sword Master? No, I don't want those titles that should be buried in history. I am Sword Master!"
"Number one in the world in swordsmanship? No, I don't think I am, but is there anyone else now?"
"puff……"
Xin An squirted out a mouthful of orange juice. He looked at the guy on the phone with a confused face, then glanced at the expressionless Yin Zhong, and silently lit a candle for this guy in his heart...
The fey ghost girl Shan Wei silently formed a crow with... in the air. This may be related to the sand sculpture comics she has been reading recently...
Yin Zhong's footsteps did not pause, and he walked directly into the cave.
"Prepare some food for me, I'm going out for a while."
"Where to go? Senior brother?"
Xin An got up from the ground and asked expectantly.
"To define what swordsmanship is..."
Yin Zhong looked back at Xin An, and then said lightly:
"Since we have received the favor from our master, we must promote his name and should not disgrace his name..."
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Machii sat cross-legged in the meditation room, with a sword attached to his knee.
That was the weapon that made him famous. He gave the world a whole new definition of swordsmanship.
Those rotten, abandoned, and legendary swordsmanship disappeared, leaving behind new swordsmanship that was full of some kind of legend.
In other words, the person holding the sword.
Because at that time, apart from him, there were few swordsmen like him.
Of course at that time, he was already known as the Sword Master.
But Machii always knew that he was not the real sword master...
And yesterday's defeat by that young man was also expected.
Maybe I don't know when he started to feel strange.
He is no longer the young man who is obsessed with Iai. He is lost in something.
Can swordsmanship really coexist with fame and fortune?
Or should we say, does everything stop here?
Machii once had doubts, confusion, and confusion...
But now, feeling the sword on his knees and savoring yesterday's fiasco, Machii seemed to understand a little.
He looked at the huge sword characters on the wall in front of him and realized:
What is the ultimate in swordsmanship?
Yes... there is no ultimate!
Iai!
The sharp sword light flashed bright traces in front of his eyes!
But at this moment, there was no desire for revenge or the joy of breakthrough in his eyes. There was only peace in his eyes.
Because the path of the sword is there...
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"Sword Lord?!"
Looking at the video sent by Uncle Bo, Tong Chuan's face looked a little unhappy.
He doesn't care about being the best in the world, after all, he has a wife now.
But for a person who has been defined as a "sword master" since he was a child, it is obvious that this guy's behavior made him a little angry.
In a sense, this guy is denying his past.
After all, in Tong Chuan's view, if this is the definition of Sword Master, wouldn't he become a laughing stock?
"What's wrong? You look so ugly?"
Tong Chuan looked back at his wife, his expression returned to calm, and then he showed her his cell phone:
"This guy wants to steal my vest."
Regardless of whether it is an extraordinary person or an ordinary person, having one's vest robbed always makes people feel slightly uncomfortable.
And this dissatisfaction will become more intense as the definition of vest increases.
Just like Tong Chuan at this moment, he had the urge to kill the opponent with a sword.
"You want to find him?"
Madam watched the video, she looked at Tong Chuan and said.
Although she didn't say more words, the worry on her face showed her concern.
In her opinion, that guy's sword was indeed very fast.
The swords intertwined like silver light were filled with some kind of breathtaking power.
Of course she knew that Tong Chuan would definitely defeat him, but she was still worried that Tong Chuan would be injured.
But in the end, the lady didn't say anything more. She understood what this meant to Tong Chuan.
She will not be an obstacle on his way forward...
"Don't worry, he won't let me use another sword."
Tong Chuan hugged his wife and said.
His heart was filled with a certain tenderness and murderous intent. Coldness and warmth seemed contradictory, but they coexisted peacefully.
Because they all stem from one emotion, which is his love for her...
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"Sakura Sword Master is changing?"
Chen Guapi scratched his head, thinking about a question:
"There are still sword masters in Japan these days?"
Chen Guapi shook his head, and then he closed the post clumsily with his mind.
To him, there was nothing interesting about this post at all.
However, it was the update progress of another post about a player and an indigenous halfling girl that made him even more interested.
After clicking in and discovering that it had not been updated, Chen Guapi wrote "short and weak" in the post and continued to read the comments of sand sculpture players.
"169L (Eating Fish): I have a question: Why are posts about how to exterminate goblins and low-level monsters not as popular as this post? So can we draw a conclusion: Men are all..."
"170 (Little Redeemer): God bless me, give me one too!"
"171 (only for Gonggong): I always feel that there are no flower growers upstairs, but the translation on Zong.com smells weird..."
"171L (Crazy Piccolo): So how is that halfling girl doing now?"
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Chen Guapi shook his head. He had no special feelings for halfling girls.
Of course, this does not affect his pursuit of story posts...