fairy tales

Chapter 766 Comprehending the Heavy Sword (2)
This sword has no front.It is a blunt sword.Therefore, Chu Liuxiang named it "Wufeng".

"No front", no front, is "no front".

Chu Liuxiang's face was calm, he closed his eyes at the moment, and walked slowly in the field, the "Wufeng" heavy sword in his hand was doing some simple movements, chopping, slashing, teasing, stabbing...

The whole body of the "Wufeng" epee emits black light, and a thin layer of cyan aura overflows from the body of the sword, just like a dark cyan color. turned into.

It seems that the material is very precious, but no master swordsmith can strike it.

An epee without Kaifeng is completely stupid.

Seeing Chu Liuxiang immersed in sword practice, Xu Changqing smiled slightly, and was also happy for Chu Liuxiang's achievements from the bottom of his heart. Chu Liuxiang was only 16 years old, but he had already reached the second level of sword refining.

All this seems to be very ordinary, it seems to be completed unconsciously, but when Xu Changqing thinks about it now, he feels that all this is too incredible. It is this young man who seems to have done something shocking in the world.

Thinking of Chu Liuxiang's mischievous and resolute appearance in the bath when he was a child, Xu Changqing smiled sincerely.

"Liu Xiang, you've grown up!"

Glancing at the girl from the snake-man royal family who was looking at Chu Liuxiang in the field at the moment, Xu Changqing smiled wryly, "Liuxiang, you are really a romantic!"

But if he is not like this, is he still Chu Liuxiang?
"Hahaha!" Xu Changqing laughed a few times, then returned to his teaching ground, and began to train Chu Zifeng and the others.

Moving slowly, Chu Liuxiang felt the thickness of the earth, and felt the breath of the earth so clearly with every step, and the "Wufeng" epee in his hand moved slowly.As if catering to the rhythm from the earth, as if wanting to keep up with the faint rhythm, Chu Liuxiang was immersed in the use of the "Wufeng" heavy sword.

Chu Liuxiang's heart became more and more indifferent, and she kept getting closer to nature. In this kind of practice, Chu Liuxiang forgot the passage of time.He was just slowly dancing with the sword.

Chu Liuxiang didn't feel any disappointment when he made a wrong strike with his sword. If he made a mistake, he was wrong. Chu Liuxiang didn't make the same strike again. He didn't force or care.

Cut, chop right, that feeling has been touched, and Chu Liuxiang doesn't feel any joy, it's right, Chu Liuxiang doesn't care at all, so what if it's right?
A gust of wind blew by, and the epee in Chu Liuxiang's hand was like a feather, fluttering, undulating, and extremely light. His body was also like snowflakes, fluttering, as light as a floating light.

A snowflake flashed in Chu Liuxiang's mind, that elegant trajectory was in Chu Liuxiang's mind, Chu Liuxiang didn't think about it, the "Wufeng" epee in his hand was like a snowflake, and started that snowflake-like trajectory.

(End of this chapter)