People in Xingtie are good at hugging thighs

"Okay, in that case, please give me some pointers, Mr. Mo..."

He clasped his hands together and saluted with his sword in hand. Before Yan Qing finished speaking, Mo Se in front of him had disappeared.

Ha! It's the same trick again!

Looking around intently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Yan Qing had already raised his sword perception to the limit.

After the battle just now, he was confident. Even if his eyes could not catch Mercer's movements, so what?

The sword will not deceive him, as long as...

boom!

Then there was a strong attack from the lower back, and Yan Qing was instantly blasted out of his sword circle by Moser who appeared out of nowhere.

"how is this possible?"

Rolling on the ground in embarrassment, Yan Qing's handsome face was full of shock.

I had clearly spread the sword intent within three inches of my body, so how could Moser break in without disturbing my sword intent?

"Why, you can't accept this? There's more to come that you won't be able to accept!"

"Yanqing, I order you to fight with me quickly!"

He danced a sword flower with one hand, a malicious smile appeared on his face, and then Moser started the substitute mode.

The combat template comes from the second host of the Taotie Mecha, the world-renowned legendary assassin master - Jing Wuming.

That’s right, although this guy sounds like an assassin from his title, he is actually a swordsman.

He is good at compressing all the energy into the flying sword, and after one strike, he can escape thousands of miles away.

Then, he used the Taotie mecha's extraordinary recovery ability to quickly recover, and then he attacked and escaped again, and attacked and escaped again...

Clang clang

The scene returned to the field. Following a series of piercing sword sounds, Yan Qing knelt down in the training ground with a dejected look on his face.

This is impossible?

Looking at Moser (weak.JPG) standing quietly in front of him, Yan Qing's worldview was collapsing rapidly.

He claimed that he was not someone who could not afford to lose, but among those at the same level, Yan Qing had never lost so badly.

With just one sword, he broke six of his swords and even had some strength left.

If Moser had not deliberately held back, his body would have been torn into pieces by now.

"How is it? Have you realized what your problem is?"

Walking slowly in front of Yan Qing, Moser restrained the increasingly swollen curve at the corner of his mouth and spoke in a gentle tone.

Like a good teacher and friend, Moser helped him up, and after quietly recovering 30% of his strength, he sucked up the flying swords scattered on the ground one by one, and then returned them to Yan Qing's hands.

"Problem? Mr. Mo, please enlighten me."

Hearing this, a gleam of light appeared in his eyes. Yan Qing took two steps back and saluted as a teacher to Mo Se, his attitude becoming more respectful.

"Your biggest problem! Is..."

"Hey! Why am I telling you this? You wouldn't believe me anyway."

When it came to the most crucial point, Mo Se suddenly fell silent and waved his hands at Yan Qing helplessly.

Yan Qing: “???”

No, please tell me! How do you know I don’t believe it if you don’t tell me?

He eagerly bowed 90 degrees to Mercer again.

"Yanqing, please give me some advice, sir!"

"Really want to know?"

"I really want to know!"

"Not angry?"

"Never get angry!"

"In that case, fine!"

Hearing this, Mo Se, who pretended to be helpless, had a hint of ridicule in his eyes, and then called Yan Qing to his side.

Then he took a flying sword and a long sword in his hands and asked Yan Qing.

"Do you see any difference between these two swords?"

"The difference? One has a sword guard and the other doesn't?" After observing carefully for a moment, Yan Qing answered hesitantly.

"That's right, this boy is teachable!" He touched Yanqing's soft yellow hair with a look of satisfaction.

Mo Se then deceived and taught Yan Qing according to Jing Wuming's understanding of the evil ways...

"You should have learned it before. Sword techniques are generally divided into the following categories: pulling, lifting, stabbing, breaking, stirring, pressing, chopping, cutting and washing."

"There are attacks, defenses, and evasions. But the flying sword has no sword guard. Do you know what this means?"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Yan Qing to reply, Mo Se asked and answered himself.

"This means that it was born purely for attacking since its inception."

"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Yan Qing's clear pupils dilated instantly, and confusion was written all over his face.

"What if we need to defend ourselves against multiple enemies?"

"That means your sword is not fast enough, and even more so not fierce enough! Just kill them all before they make a move! Naturally, there is no need for defense."

Yan Qing: “…”

"But the General said..."

"See, I told you, but you didn't believe me!"

"Jing Yuan doesn't know anything about swordsmanship! You've been taught the wrong way since the beginning, okay?"

After knocking Yan Qing on the head in annoyance, Moser put away his sword and grabbed Yan Qing's sleeve and dragged him towards Liuyun Ferry.

"Let's go! I'll take you to see what a real killing sword is!"

"This is the Third Master I found for you with great difficulty. Remember to watch more, learn more, and ask less questions when the time comes!"

"Third Master? But..."

"Don't worry, you know what kind of person General Jingyuan is. He is such an open-minded person. As long as it is for your own good, he will definitely agree to it."

"Okay! Go, go!"

With a smirk in his eyes, Mo Se forcibly interrupted Yan Qing's speech and then took his silly apprentice on the journey to find a master (grandmaster?)!

......

At the same time, on the other side.

In the General Shen Ce's Mansion,

Jing Yuan, who was talking to Fu Xuan: A-choo~ A-choo...

Fu Xuan on the other side of the screen: "!!!"

"General, why are you sneezing? Are you about to fall into the devil's body?"

"Qingque, Qingque! Go find the medicine-carrying dragon girl from the Danding Division to come and treat the general."

"General Jingyuan, just go with peace of mind! Don't worry, I will inherit your position as general. You..."

"Ahem, Mr. Fu, I just sneezed twice."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Looking at Fu Xuan on the screen in front of him, who was about to arrange his own funeral affairs, Jing Yuan felt so tired.

Seeing this, Fu Xuan's face turned red and his tone became hurried when he saw that Jing Yuan looked normal.

"What's wrong with sneezing? General, you should know that if a minor illness is not treated in time, it can also be very dangerous. Wasn't the guy from the Engineering Department just..."

"Yes, yes, okay, okay, I got it. Don't worry, Fu Qing, I will definitely take care of my recuperation."

"Also, next time the Six Imperials meet to discuss politics, I will definitely not forget your promise to recommend Fu Qing as the successor to the general."

"Hmm? Really? Ahem... I mean, I'm going to do the divination you asked me to do for that unknown guest right now."

Jing Yuan: “…”