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Many years later, Luo Jiujiang taught others about swords.
He has never been a private character. No matter what the questioner's cultivation level is, as long as the other party's understanding is sufficient, he will try his best to explain it to the other party.
One of them is good at studying subtle things, and even asked him about the subtleties of sword skills when listening to sword techniques. Luo Jiujiang considered the other party's ability to accept, and taught him some lessons about sword gestures.
"I have been taught." The man bowed sincerely, and then asked for advice: "Then what is the name of this move?"
" can't be said." Luo Jiujiang said quietly.
"ah?"
"What I mean is you can just think of the name of this sword as Unspeakable." Luo Jiujiang, who had become the god of swords at that time, silently dropped this sentence. God is really high and unfathomable" and walked away alone.
Looking carefully, the back is still a bit bleak.
Later, someone specially collected Luo Jiujiang's anecdotes and compiled them into a collection, and the matter of this "unspeakable" sword move naturally became a headless public case passed on by word of mouth.
When the story went around and returned to Luo Jiujiang's ears, it was almost out of shape. The always open-minded and open-minded Lord Dao Shen spouted out a mouthful of hot tea, and hung his face helplessly with a wry smile.
He deliberately didn't say the name of this trick in order to guard against this kind of thing, but he didn't expect to be unable to guard against it in the end.
Of course, the name of this trick is far more shocking and straightforward than those rumors in the cultivation world. Taking Feng Xue's words, it can be called a model of a micro-fiction with a huge amount of information-because it is called "Sorry, old man!" Tarzan!"
Don't mention the long story after a hundred years, let's talk back to the moment when Luo Jiujiang comprehended the power of the sword.
When Luo Jiujiang and Longshen Xuying faced each other face to face, a gloomy hurricane blew up in the cave.
This cave is not very vacant, and almost every minute is filled with the phantom of the dragon god; however, every gap in the blue dragon's shadow is now filled with small and light swords like cicada's wings and silver needles. .
Countless saber gestures echo up and down, intersecting front and back, like flowing water, and like the ubiquitous wind, they have already twisted into one without making a sound.
The hurricane roared, and every grain of soil lifted by it was full of strength, making potholes everywhere on the rock wall of the cave, and the condensed knife momentum flowed in an irresistible momentum within a square inch, majestic like The East China Sea is as heavy as Mount Tai.
At the end of the hurricane was Luo Jiujiang's hand holding the knife handle steadily.
Luo Jiujiang holds his own knife. Holding Chengxue in his hands, his expression was indifferent and determined, as if what he was waving at the moment was not an external possession, or just equipped with a new knife less than two years old. He trusts his beloved knife as much as he trusts himself.
In today's mortal place, he can actually defeat the strong with the weak, and use his own understanding to create a way out. It's no wonder that there was a rumor about Luo Jiujiang later: It is said that Luo Lang, the young master of Spirit Snake Island, as long as he has a knife in his hand, he can block and kill gods, Buddhas can block and kill Buddhas, and he dares to cut even chaos. Although a single horse, it is unrivaled.
And this rumor is not so much a rumor as it is a prophecy.
It doesn't say anything wrong.
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The hurricane-like saber gesture and the Dragon God Phantom stalemate for a moment, and then it was almost visible to the naked eye. Countless cracks and cracks spread across the body of the blue dragon shadow like glass shattered.
On the other hand, Luo Jiujiang, although his expression was still dignified, did not feel any effort.
When the phantom of the blue dragon was covered with densely packed tiny cracks, it seemed that time had stopped for a moment at this moment. At that crucial moment of deciding the outcome, even the blue dragon's crazy and tyrannical eyeballs had cracks, which added an "inhuman" look to the phantom, which was already less alive. feel.
Luo Jiujiang, who was staring at it, couldn't help but suffocate.
The next moment, the blue dragon's entire body could no longer hold on, and the tiny crack instantly expanded, dividing it into a pool of torn pieces.
It's like ten thousand years ago when the flesh and blood were broken and scattered.
Before the phantom of the dragon god was completely shattered, it let out a long and unwilling howl. The sound waves hit the rock wall at the mountainside layer by layer, and then turned into echoes again and again, pouring into Luo Jiujiang's ears again.
This scene overlaps with Han Qianling's dream in a trance. Whether it is ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later, the end of a hero is always generally sad.
The body of the Dragon God, which exudes a faint blue light like smog, finally fell apart.Luo Jiujiang still persevered and tried a few times.
This is not because of a sudden childlike innocence, wanting to listen to my own echo for fun. It's because the bounced back learning voice is not an echo at all.
In the world, there is no place where the echo will spontaneously change from a clear tone between a teenager and a youth to a childish voice when it bounces back.
The pronunciation of the child's voice is still a little fuzzy, and the tone and stammer of the pronunciation are completely different from Luo Jiujiang's speaking tone.
Rather than echoing or teasing, this is more like a parrot learning its tongue awkwardly.
Luo Jiujiang thought for a while, and tried to speak more straightforwardly and simply: "Can you understand me when I speak?"
¡ª¡ª"I speak, can you understand me?"
"Where is this?"
""
This time, the childish voice stopped babbling.
Luo Jiujiang heard the boy throw out two words indistinctly, perhaps because there is no template like Luo Jiujiang to follow, those two words sounded like milk bubbles.
"Chaos."
"where?"
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