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    Luo Cang didn't stop talking.  While speaking, he casually pulled out a very thin and long iron spike from the side of the wheelchair, and manipulated the wheelchair into the rain with one hand, giving Luo Jiujiang a good demonstration.

    Luo Jiujiang watched as Luo Cang danced across the screen with the long thorn as thin as a bamboo stick.  From the moment he swung the first move, Luo Cang's body and iron spikes turned into a blurry afterimage.  Luo Jiujiang was very astonished, and deliberately took a step closer to Luo Cang to confirm that the other party really didn't use any spiritual energy.

    When Luo Cang retreated under the eaves and propped up the big black umbrella again, he was dry from head to toe, not even the tips of his nails were wet.

    Luo Jiujiang was really convinced at this moment, and he didn't say anything about Luo Cang in his heart, but the vague suspicion of "what else can he teach me besides Yinsha" disappeared.

    The ready-made example was right in front of him, Luo Jiujiang pulled out the saber at his waist without saying a word, and swung a move against the heavy rain.

    The blade is sharp, but it can't cut off the rain curtain of the torrent; the blade is chilling, but it can't deter the silent world.

    Luo Cang watched Luo Jiujiang continue to swing his knife in the rainstorm, and a smile slowly formed on his face.

    This child's talent and savvy are comparable to those he has seen in his life.  This is a good thing and a bad thing.  Among the same age, Luo Jiujiang could hardly find an opponent.  If things go on like this, it will inevitably make him develop a kind of arrogance and arrogance.

    Compared with taking him to see the real life and death, so as to dispel his budding self-confidence, there is actually a better way.

    Before Luo Jiujiang realized it, Luo Cang had already thought a long way for him.  At this moment, Luo Cang found a lifelong opponent for Luo Jiujiang, and this opponent was called Nature.

    The knife was practiced by Luo Jiujiang early.  But it will take a lot of work to reach the point where Luo Cang can't make any progress.  Luo Jiujiang mentioned the maximum speed at the beginning, and used fast hitting to deal with the rain screen.  Luo Cang looked at his tricks with cold eyes: "In a moment, you will slow down."

    He was quite right.  This almost breathless speed failed to block all the raindrops, but it made Luo Jiujiang unable to maintain it first.  And when the speed slows down, Luo Jiujiang will not be able to cover himself with the shadow of the knife.

    It doesn't make much sense to continue any longer.  Luo Jiujiang simply withdrew the knife and stood in the heavy rain thinking alone.

    Is he slow?  It is indeed slow, if it is not slow, Luo Cang would not have picked out so many flaws in a set of sword techniques before, and he would not even be able to stop the rain.

    But simply swinging a knife can really achieve that kind of speed that can't splash water?

    Luo Jiujiang looked up. The rainstorm had neither eyes nor sympathy. The bean-sized raindrops fell on his face without discrimination, causing his skin to hurt.

    These drops are really fast and accurate.  Luo Jiujiang thought: Why are they so fast?

    Because of savings.

    When they just landed from the sky, of course they were not as fast as they are now.  It's just that the high altitude of thousands of feet gave them the strength and space to accumulate, and they became faster and faster, until now weaving a curtain made of water between the sky and the earth.

    If there is no accumulation, no matter how fast the initial speed is, it will not last long.  But if every time he swings a knife, he saves himself a force to move forward, the result may not be as it was just now.

    As for how to store this power Luo Jiujiang smiled and turned his eyes to the stone slabs in the courtyard.

    Just now, Luo Cang's movements were too fast, so fast that people couldn't see his movements clearly, leaving only a blurred afterimage in the vision. It is wishful thinking to want to follow the gourd.  But he came down with a set of tricks, which happened to be a perfect circle.  As for his stature and stagnation, the wheelchair made a deep imprint three points into the ground on the bluestone slab.

    There is no more stark reminder than this.

    Luo Jiujiang swung his knife again.  This knife was not quick compared to just now, but when Luo Cang saw his posture, a half smile appeared in his eyes.

    One knife after another, the blade in Luo Jiujiang's hand became faster and faster.  At the same time, following the arc trajectory of his swinging the knife, stepping on the specific footwork of his feet, the inertia accumulated in each knife of his is like holding his wrist, leading him to move forward faster.

    That's it.  Luo Jiujiang thought: He has grasped that kind of "quick" a little bit.

    Luo Jiujiang kept following the inspiration about "speed" that hung him until he was exhausted.

    ? This practice knife ended with Luo Jiujiang's arm being filled with lead and it was difficult to lift it.  He gasped heavily, the cold rain mixed with his sweat, making Luo Jiujiang look like a water ghost just crawled out of the lake.  His black hair is full of waterLater, thinking about the feeling at that time, I really doubt that if someone used a knife to eunuch him at that time, I would just ignore it.

    The flowering branches of the Shenxue tree swayed in the breeze, but the sword dancer under the tree was even more spectacular.  Luo Jiujiang looked at it quietly for a moment and finally couldn't help but said: "The sword swing is too low."

    Han Qianling put his sword back into its sheath, and when he turned his head and saw Luo Jiujiang, a faint smile slowly faded into his eyes.  He walked up to Luo Jiujiang, and heard the other party puzzled: "The positions of 'Riding Crane and Falling Butterfly', 'Moon Shining on the Sky', and 'Quiet Shadow Shenbi' have all been moved down.  It's supposed to be a trick that dazzles the eyes and stabs the neck, but when you touch it, it seems to wipe someone's chest? You still have such narrow moments."

    Luo Jiujiang held back the remaining half of the words: Why did Han Qianling use such a set of swordsmanship that didn't even find the basic position accurately?

    "How did you gain from this visit?" Han Qianling knew that Luo Jiujiang hadn't thought about other joints yet, and didn't want him to think too much, so he simply changed the subject and smiled at Luo Jiujiang's question without answering.

    As expected, the other party's attention was turned away by him.  Luo Jiujiang drew a full circle in the sky, "He taught me a footwork that can more than double my speed, and the effect of walking out is round and round, which is very fun."

    "Returning to the wind and gossip?" Han Qianling's brows gathered together, and he blurted out, "He knows the goods."

    "What?" Luo Jiujiang didn't hear the second half of Qinghan Qianling's words for a while, "What did you say?"

    "I said, then he treats you well." Han Qianling cast his gaze in the direction of Sad Snow Garden thoughtfully, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If this is the case it's really been angry for so long."

    Luo Jiujiang looked at Han Qianling's eyebrows and eyes, only feeling that the hostility from the other party's previous sword dance had slowly dissipated.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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