Although the orange cat in front of her didn't speak, Dahan somehow understood the meaning in its eyes.
In an instant, the frustration disappeared, and a new, intense emotion stirred in Dahan's chest.
From the time she went up the mountain as a child to this day, she has always been with the sword.
She seemed to be able to read some subtle emotions from these cold steel creations.
The joy of the sword cutting through the sky is a beauty that cannot be shared with others.
Just like dancing alone under the moon, lonely but not lonely, cool but not desolate...
Perhaps it was the once vast and deep sea that pulled her out of the dust.
It seemed like there was an invisible barrier between her and the warmth and coldness of the world.
Even the colorful world inside and outside the mobile phone seems like another country.
She clearly knew and understood that it was not her hustle and bustle.
Only the chill of the sword's edge is the most lasting companionship.
Because of this, she could never understand her own stagnation.
Obviously, she has mastered the sword moves;
Obviously, she has already moved the sword as she pleases...
But why, her Qingfeng was still unable to wield the seemingly weak sword energy.
Even if it's just a glimmer, a tiny glimmer of light...
Dahan didn't know the reason, and she is still different now.
It just seemed that she felt that she no longer needed to think about those issues.
Looking at the orange cat in front of me, there seems to be a giant beast hiding in that small body.
Danger and terror, cute and smart...
For the first time, Dahan knew that a life could be encompassed by so many complex concepts.
Now, brother, please let me show what I have learned!
Dahan closed her eyes, and then the next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes with her mind set, and once again drew her sword towards the orange cat! The sword edge was sharp and brisk, and the wooden sword seemed to be no longer a wooden sword, but a
got some new instrument.
"Whoosh!"
The sword light was as dazzling as the cold air, but it was slightly separated from the orange cat.
It seems that the edge of the sword is just a little bit off...
Maybe, just a little bit...
But Dahan was not discouraged, she already knew that she was not so easy to stab.
I saw Dahan twisting her slender waist slightly, turning her wrist upwards, and the sword edge danced a beautiful arc in the air, and then slashed diagonally towards the orange cat again!
This is not a killing move in swordsmanship, because the structure of the sword itself is destined to make its thrust more deadly than its slashing.
But just like the roaring lance attack of the cavalry, it is a gamble to abandon everything and concentrate on one point!
Therefore, it is not suitable for the current battle.
Dahan changed her moves very quickly, and the sword edge drawn diagonally down was even more swift and sharp.
But just like the previous scene, Dahan's sword once again missed the orange cat's body with a subtle gap.
At this time, Dahan's mind inexplicably thought of what a certain true king said to her nephew:
"It must be that when you are practicing, you are always almost the same, but when it comes to the critical moment, you are always just a little bit closer!"
But Dahan felt that her situation seemed to be different from that of the other party.
No, is my sword not fast enough?
Dahan suddenly had some enlightenment in her heart.
Can I go any faster?
Maybe it can be done...
But Dahan knew that she would no longer be able to control her sword moves accurately.
It was a territory she was unfamiliar with and had never set foot in.
For a long time, she still refused to let her sword lose control.
Because she knew that even a wooden sword like the one in front of her could still become a deadly weapon in her hands.
She just wanted to swing her sword, but she didn't want to hurt anyone.
Regardless of whether it is a person or a cat, a sword that hurts someone is always ominous...
She hated the scarlet color of blood, because it was one of the few things that could cause her pain and uneasiness in her short life.
Although Dahan's thoughts were complicated, her sword did not stop.
It's just that no matter how exquisite the sword moves are, no matter how clever the changes are.
But the edge of the sword always brushed past the orange cat as if it were smeared with butter.
It's as if any change is just clumsy play in the eyes of the other party...
It's like the feeling when you have the most proud hero in the game, but still get completely beaten by others in the laning.
Even if you know that there is a huge gap in strength between you and the other party.
But with the continuous accumulation of failures, it seems that the self-confidence in my heart is also losing little by little...
It seems that I am not suitable for that hero...
Is my sword practice out of whack?
This is a kind of instinctive self-flagellation, but it does not always bring positive promotion to people...
Slowly, Dahan felt that her sword became hesitant.
Although she tried hard to do her best, the sword moves still deformed in an unstoppable trend...
It was as if there was something profound and terrifying that was gradually extracting her swordsmanship...
Is this how it ends?
No!
For the first time, Dahan felt a strong sense of unwillingness.
She just wants to win!
Yes, there are not so many fancy reasons.
At this moment, she clearly realized what was in her heart, which she once thought was worthless.
When it comes to sword training, winning or losing doesn't matter...
But now, Dahan's eyes suddenly became firm!
Practice swordsmanship just to win!
Then, she no longer restrained her sword edge, and everything began to fall towards the unfamiliar realm that she rejected! One sword, another sword! The sword edge, which was urged to the extreme, was completely out of Dahan's control!
She felt like a madman, completely without the tranquility of dancing swords under the moon!
But it’s always close!
It’s always close!
It seemed like something was gradually coming to Dahan's mind!
She felt like she had a fever all over her body!
You're in trouble!
In a fit of rage, Dahan held her sword and struck it in front of her like firewood!
There was actually a faint aura lingering on that extremely sharp sword edge!
Then:
"Snapped!"
Seeing that the wooden sword was about to hit him out of nowhere, the orange cat slapped it aside with a paw!
This is?
Yi Chun squinted his eyes, looking at Dahan who suddenly stood there looking at Mujian and the subtle changes in her aura.
Seems to know something...
It turns out - this is the sword's intention?
To handle the sword with the purest and most pure thoughts possible, instead of relying on the sword moves and muscle memory in your mind?
However, it seems to be related to everyone's state of mind.
For example, Taoist Yun's aura seems to be different from Daban's.
Yi Chun, who was not planning to specialize in swordsmanship, quickly extracted the core ideas that combined his three views:
No matter what else, after transforming into a flying sword, just rush forward!
From this point of view, it is better to accumulate more passive talents and skills in the Moon Owl form, so as to maintain the purity of thought to a certain extent.
For the Sword Immortals who have implemented this concept deeply, they can naturally control and execute attacks easily.
But for a half-way person like Yi Chun, simple and pure is obviously more suitable.
What's more, in wild form, true power can only be restored by going to extremes in their respective fields.
"Now, do you know where you fell short?"
The female Taoist looked at Dahan standing there and said slowly.
"Sword moves are for you to become familiar with the sword, and the sword is not just for chopping people."
"If it's just to kill people, then why learn a sword? Wouldn't it be better to use a gun, a knife, or an RPG?"
"Since you use your sword, you should split everything!"
"Understand it by yourself, go out, I want to rest..."
Looking at Da Pan's retreating figure, the female Taoist slowly shook her head.
When she saw Yi Chun following behind her on the other side, the female Taoist's eyes became a little confused.
"It actually requires sword power to strike. What are the heels and feet of this cat's body?"
