I Just Want to Play the Game Quietly

Zhou Wen's swordsmanship seems to be normal. In fact, he has already used the skills of Feixian Feixian, but he did not take the initiative to attack, and he used it entirely for defense, so he could not see the mysterious things.

But just defensively, it has put a lot of pressure on Mingxiu, just like when Zhou Wen fought with Xia Xianyue, Xia Xianyue used Zhou Duo to pressure Zhou Wen.

It's just that Zhou Wen's stature is not to win the way, not to have that aggressiveness. He is just defensive, but it also gives Mingxiu a feeling that if he doesn't attack, he will be attacked by Zhou Wen.

Therefore, Mingxiu can only continue to attack and attack again. If you change the average person, under such oppression, you will lose your heart, and your will will soon collapse. You will give up resistance or fight desperately.

Mingxiu did not give up. Under that pressure, he was constantly looking for opportunities that might defeat Zhou Wen, and the sword continued to attack and attack again.

"No ... or not ..." Mingxiu kept trying, but no matter how fast his sword was, how gorgeous his skills were, and how clever his sword was, it was completely blocked by Zhou Wen.

"How on earth can we break through the coach's defense?" Mingxiu has tried everything he can, tried all the feasible ways, and can no longer think of a better way.

Mingxiu knew that it would not work like this. As soon as his thinking was broken, the sword would weaken and Zhou Wen would fight back.

This is the last battle with Zhou Wen before he leaves, he doesn't want to leave like this.

"What to do ... What to do ..." Instantly, Mingxiu's mind flashed countless thoughts.

Ming Xiu suddenly felt that this situation seemed a little familiar, and when he seemed to have experienced such a situation.

Soon, Mingxiu remembered why he felt this situation was a little familiar, because he had faced the same predicament as a child.

At that time, he didn't begin to practice sword for a long time. He was only three years old, but the other students who practiced swords together were already six or seven years old.

Therefore, in the practice, Mingxiu was always defeated by his classmates because of too little strength.

At that time, he was just exposed to swordsmanship. Wherever he knew what swordsmanship was, it was basically whoever had the greatest strength. He was several years behind his classmates. The difference in strength was almost greater than the sky.

Every day, I lost a lot in practice. With a bright temper, I naturally would not be convinced. He always thought that if he could grow up faster and become as strong as those of his classmates, then he would never Will lose.

Unfortunately, he naturally couldn't grow up overnight, but since then, Mingxiu has continued to strengthen his practice and sharpen his skills. Although his person is very small, but after a few months, he has been able to compare with those His older classmates battled. One year later, no children were his opponents.

The predicament was the same as the current predicament. Zhou Wen was much stronger than him in all aspects. Unlike the skill, he could not win Zhou Wen.

"When I was a kid, I couldn't achieve that kind of fantasy, but now I don't have a way to achieve it. I realize it in another way ..." Mingxiu seemed to have a decision in his heart and his eyes became sharper.

"His eyes are different," Weigo said, squinting.

"What look is different?" Tian Zhen asked in confusion.

"Looking at his next sword, maybe this will be a very important moment in his life." Weigo said unclearly.

Tian Zhenzhen had to stare at Mingxiu, wondering if his next sword would be different.

Mingxiu held the sword, and the light flashed like a shooting star. From Tian Zhenzhen's point of view, this sword is not different from many previous swords. They are so fast and gorgeous, but such a sword cannot defeat Zhou Wen. .

She has seen it and I do n’t know how many times, such a gorgeous sword has been blocked by Zhou Wen's understatement, and there is no exception.

Sure enough, Zhou Wen's sword blocked Ming Xiu's sword again, but at the moment when the two swords intersected, everyone was shocked to find that Zhou Wen's sword had failed, and there was no sword that could block Ming Xiu.

And Mingxiu's sword turned out to be a late student. After Zhou Wen's sword swept past, his sword stabbed and struck Zhou Wen's heart.

"Okay! Zhou Wen made a mistake!" Tian Zhenzhen jumped up excitedly, thinking that it was Zhou Wen's mistake.

when!

But the next second, Zhou Wen's hilt fell, hitting Mingxiu's sword tip, bumping Mingxiu's sword aside, and eventually he didn't let his sword hit him.

"That's not Zhou Wen's mistake, but Ming Xiu's deliberate result. The belated sword, even Zhou Wen was not able to see through it. It was really interesting." Weigo's face showed a playful expression.

Mingxiu has stopped attacking and has not continued fighting, returning the sword into the scabbard.

Zhou Wen's hand holding the sword also dropped, and let the tip of the sword stick to the floor ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Good swordsmanship, what is the name of the sword? Zhou Wen looked at Mingxiu and asked.

"There is no name yet. If the coach doesn't dislike it, give it a name." Mingxiu said.

Zhou Wen didn't quit, thought and said, "Since it's a belated sword, let's call it tomorrow swordsmanship."

"Tomorrow's sword ... Tomorrow's sword ... Well ... it's called Tomorrow's sword ..." Mingxiu seemed to like the name very much, so he decided.

"Then let me see, to what extent can you use tomorrow's swordsmanship." Zhou Wen narrowed his eyes and stared at the sword in Mingxiu's hand. He felt that Mingxiu's self-confidence and inspiration had erupted because of the sword just now. He is at a peak of active thinking.

"Coach, please appreciate my swordsmanship of tomorrow!" Mingxiu held the hilt, and the whole person seemed to have entered a mysterious realm, which made people feel unreal.

Click!

The practice sword and scabbard held by Mingxiu broke apart, and cracks spread on the scabbard. Only in a blink of an eye, the scabbard broke apart, and the stalk held by Mingxiu also shattered.

It is not surprising that the practice sword is broken. It is strange that after the practice sword and scabbard collapsed, he still held a sword in his hand, a transparent lightsaber, and the horrible sword radiated above the transparent sword light. Out.

"Minghun ... Is that a Minghun?" Tian Zhen couldn't believe his judgment, and asked Weigo to pull it.

"Yes, that's the soul of the soul. It's really enviable. He is so old that he has already realized the soul of the soul." Weige said, he was really envious.

If he could meet Zhou Wen earlier and wake up earlier, he would not waste so much time doing those boring things, maybe he could be like Feng Qiuyan and Ming Xiu, at this age, there would be Such an amazing achievement.