Kneel to Me

Within the Xuanling faction, there was also a sudden uproar.

"Sword repair?"

"Sword repair??!"

"That's Song Juyao!"

Zeng Can's eyes widened too. Come on, Song Juyao... Madam, isn't she handsome? !

...

The Ghost King and his lieutenants were confronting her.

At this time, the uncles and seniors who were one step behind Song Juyao arrived and landed next to her, watching them vigilantly.

"They are all ghosts who have practiced for thousands of years." Uncle Third said, "Everyone, be careful!"

"Yes!"

"Jianxiu?" The ghost king was riding on his horse, looking at their swords, as if he was a little surprised.

He has been suppressed for so many years, and it is not that he is completely ignorant of what is going on outside. But now, these sword repairers brought him a sense of threat.

"How does Jianxiu cross people and souls?" he asked.

Song Juyao's face was expressionless: "We don't transcend people, and we don't transcend souls. We stop killing by killing."

The ghost king laughed loudly, "Okay! It's good to kill to kill!" Looking at Song Juyao, "I have been looking for an opponent all my life, and you may be qualified to be my dead soul again."

"All these words will be returned."

After all, the signal for war sounded in their hearts, and the two sides rushed towards each other.

"Chong-"

The sword collided with the sword, the sound was crisp and crisp, and the sparks were all over the place.

Chapter 85

Song Juyao and the ghost king fought from the ground to the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. They quickly collided and quickly separated.

Song Juyao's ponytail fluttered, and her spiritual power scattered, like tiny stars, making her radiant in the dark night, extremely holy. Occasionally, she and the ghost king slowed down, the sword against the sword, and the two faces confronted each other. Song Juyao's eyes were dark and bright, firm and cold, full of awe-inspiring sense of justice.

Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a brilliant battle, and had never felt the charm of the sword bearer.

...

In the past ten years, Song Juyao has swung the sword with her left and right hands at least 30,000 times a day in places where outsiders can't see it, to ensure that the strength and angle of each swing are accurate. will be an extra millimeter. Until these are integrated into the bone marrow, become instinctive, and can do things easily.

Her sword looked elegant and light, but it was actually an epee. The epee amplified its attack power, making up for her inherent weakness as a woman. Of course, her wrist was able to bear this weight, and she was trained day after day.

As long as you are ruthless, dolls can be trained into strong men.

Day after day, the skin of both hands was torn again and again, dripping with blood, and the hilt of the sword used for practice was stained with her blood. After washing it again and again, it was still gradually stained because of the excessive number of times. Red, until the hands are covered with thick calluses and will never be worn again.

"Why have you been doing these basic trainings? That's almost it. The important thing is swordsmanship, not just one slash and one slash, right?" The second senior brother couldn't understand. The sword is just to know how to properly draw the sword and find the feel if you hold the sword.

Moreover, they are sword cultivators, and the important thing is not even swordsmanship, but the cultivation of spiritual power. If there is no spiritual blessing, the sword will be blunt as a hatchet when slashing on the ghost.

But Song Juyao has been practicing these basic skills every morning for three years.

Song Juyao didn't say anything, just said, "Second Senior Brother, I have done two tricks."

"Okay." He smiled, feeling that the little girl in front of him owed a beating.

The second senior brother was 24 years old at the time. He had been a swordsman for 10 years. He was better than Song Juyao in both swordsmanship and combat experience. He really had the upper hand at the beginning. Song Juyao was kicked by him several times, but every time Song Juyao Yaodu stood up again and attacked him again.

In the yard, the sound of swords colliding with swords came and went, the brothers were all watching, and the third uncle also came to watch.

The second senior brother was teasing the child, and his fox eyes were squinting, which contrasted sharply with Song Juyao's serious expression.

Just under such contempt, a heavy slashing attack suddenly hit him. He pulled his sword to block, and his wrist suddenly numb. In the next second, the sword was picked up by the backhand, and it was deeply inserted into the ground.

The second senior brother was stunned, and the onlookers were also stunned.

Song Juyao retracted his sword, "Second Senior Brother, you lost."

"...You have a lot of strength." The second senior brother rubbed his numb wrist, thinking that he had misestimated Song Juyao's strength, which made her take advantage of it.

"It's not a matter of strength." The third uncle said, "You have too many useless tricks. Every single sword she makes is flawless, and the angle is very accurate. You still despise her, and the burden on your wrist is too great. You don't feel it, you can't see it without losing the sky."

Because most ghosts can't fight with people, especially with swords, swords are basically decorations, just a sign of swordsmanship. Although they also learn swordsmanship, they are not based on the premise of fighting against people.

Song Juyao is different. Her swordsmanship is not only aimed at ghosts in this world. She can use it in other worlds and in the real world. She is very smart. She knows how to calculate the angle of tennis to increase the opponent's knee. Wear and tear will naturally reduce the loss of physical strength and muscle damage to defeat the enemy.