Chapter 8 The Collision of Swords and Arrows
Time flies, and a year and a half has passed. Above the sword, Qian Renhan, wearing platinum attire and long golden hair, is wielding a sword made of special materials. The long sword is forged, and the long sword does not have a sharp edge.
I saw Qian Renhan closing his eyes and slashing into the air, with all kinds of sword skills at his fingertips, without any confusion or pause.
Qian Daoliu on the side nodded slightly, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. He stepped on his foot and kicked a small piece of gravel towards Qian Renhan's door.
Qian Renhan, who was swinging his sword, seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the small rocks coming toward his door, and quickly smashed them with his fists.
"Okay, okay, Xiaohan, you can sense the incoming stones. The first level of the sword, the integration of human and sword. You have barely stepped into the threshold. The basics that grandpa should have taught you have basically been taught to you. The rest is left to you to explore on your own." Qian Daoliu said happily, blindly following him to learn and imitate his swordsmanship, so that in the future you will just become the next him, and you can only let Qian Renhan step out on your own. Only by following this path can you have a better chance of inheriting the throne of the Divine Ancestor.
"I understand, Grandpa."
Qian Renhan nodded, looking at the dust on his fists in panic, a trace of dissatisfaction emerged in his heart, and his flexibility in using the sword was still a little bit worse. , after all, if it was a real fight and he used his fists to resist instead of his sword, then one of his hands would probably be disabled.
At this moment, Guang Ling Douluo, an old naughty boy dressed in snow, fell next to Qian Daoliu with a smile.
"Guang Ling, what are you doing here if you don't want to practice? You are messing around again." Qian Daoliu said seriously. Guang Ling can play with his granddaughter. After all, the granddaughter has not awakened her martial spirit and has not officially started practicing. , but his grandson is really like a soul master. He has high hopes for Qian Renhan, so how can he waste his precious sword training time on Guang Ling?
Guang Ling smiled and said: "Brother, Xiaohan, I have good news to inform you."
Qian Daoliu asked, "What news?"
"Xiao Dong'er, She has calmed down the influence of the Killing City, and will be back soon."
Qian Renhan frowned, so quickly, Bibi Dong left the Killing City half a year ago to calm down the murderous intention. He expected to calm down. The murderous intention took at least a year, but it turned out to be half a year earlier.
"Let's wait until she comes back." Qian Daoliu calmed down and warned: "Xiaohan, practice your sword well and strive to completely enter the realm of human-sword integration. Don't mess around with Guang Ling."
Qian Daoliu also gave Guang Ling Douluo a warning look before leaving.
"Grandpa Guang Ling, come practice with me." Qian Renhan stopped Guang Ling Douluo who was about to leave.
"Huh? Xiaohan, how can grandpa accompany you to practice? Our weapons are completely different." Guangling Douluo smiled. He used a bow and Qian Renhan used a sword to guide the use of soul power and control what he was good at. But Qian Renhan did not awaken his martial spirit.
Qian Renhan waved a sword flower and replied: "Grandpa Guangling, you are not the most powerful archer soul master in the mainland. You can hit wherever you want with an ice arrow, and you can turn at will. Come and try to aim at me. , I use my sword to fight your arrows, which can be regarded as a simulation of actual combat."
"Okay." Guang Ling simply agreed. A person should enjoy himself in time and use his talent to achieve the goal. This level is already the limit now. Instead of sitting stupidly in the secret practice room and doing those meaningless meditations, it is better to have fun. Ten meters away, nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and five black, appeared under Guang Ling's feet. One of them was taller than his entire body. It was completely icy blue, and there were blue-purple ice on both ends forming a wing-like decoration. , the extremely gorgeous bow and arrow fell into his hand.
"Xiao Han, be careful." Guang Ling gently pulled the bowstring with his right hand, and the chill released all over his body condensed into a small ice arrow the size of a finger. Under his meticulous control of soul power, this small ice arrow shot The bark cannot be penetrated.
The bow string vibrated slightly, and under the control of Light Ling Douluo's soul power, the small ice arrow flew out at a speed of ten meters per second. This speed was not even one-tenth of the speed of a civilian hunter's bow and arrow. It is enough to prove how terrifying the Light Ling Douluo's mastery of his own cultivation is. The old naughty boy started to play because he really had no place to practice.
The sword flashed and the crisp sound of ice cracking sounded.
Qian Renhan smiled and said: "Grandpa Guangling, my practice for the past year and a half has not been in vain."
"Oh, really? Grandpa will increase the amount."
Guang Ling Douluo's soul power was condensed again, and three small ice arrows with the same size as before appeared. The three arrows paused before and after less than a second before shooting. Their speed was one minute faster than before, but they were shot by Qian Ren. Han shattered them one by one.
"Xiaohan, your mother will be back in a few days. Why are you not happy at all when you heard it before?" Guang Ling asked, without stopping the movements of his hands, trying to distract Qian Renhan. Concentration increases the difficulty.
"Happy, why should I be happy? She will come back as soon as she comes back. If you don't talk about her, I will almost forget about her." Qian Renhan replied, not because he had any extra hands to answer the question. action.
Guang Ling Bu Jing murmured: "This child is really indifferent. He is completely opposite to Xiaoxue."
A minute later, an ice arrow passed through Qian Renhan's defense, floated on his right shoulder, and made close contact with his clothes.
"Okay, Xiaohan, that's it for practice." Guang Ling sucked his hand, and the ice arrow returned to his hand, spinning back and forth on his fingers.
"It's not over yet, Grandpa Guangling."
The sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. Qian Renhan shook his wrist and drew his sword again.
Guang Ling was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said: "You kid, come again."
(End of this chapter)