Legendary Reckless Online Game

After getting up and washing up, Song Zhan went to the swordsmanship hall to learn swordsmanship as usual.

In the battle to defend the city last night, he also used the ultimate move of the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword. Combined with his skills, the effect was surprisingly good.

Usually, this kind of killing move can only be practiced against wooden stakes, and there is no chance of actual combat.

This is also the reason why many martial arts are gradually declining now. Without good actual combat, experience cannot be accumulated, and future generations will only learn from the outside but not from the inside. Naturally, it will gradually decline.

But last night, in order to chase the Tyrannosaurus, he subconsciously used the eight-door golden lock knife's killing move, but Song Zhan had a different feeling.

The techniques, angles, and methods of exerting force will ultimately affect the attack, movement, etc. of the game characters.

And even if he doesn't use any skills and just uses sword skills to kill, Song Zhan believes that he can at least do twice as much damage as a normal attack.

This also made Song Zhan stand in awe of the ancient martial arts masters. This kind of move that was refined over time must have gone through a lot of practice and actual combat.

It is even more likely that it was a series of desperate fights that ignored life and death, and was recorded bit by bit using the enemy's blood as ink, the trembling fingers as pen, and the dark earth as pages.

"Brother Zhan, the master calls you."

Xiao Wu held the wooden knife in his hand, stood beside Zhao Tiancheng, and shouted towards Song Zhan.

"Coming."

Song Zhan wiped his sweat and walked up to Zhao Tiancheng.

"Master, please look for me."

"I saw you last night."

Zhao Tiancheng still looked listless, lying on the recliner with half-closed eyes and said to Song Zhan.

"Did you see me last night?"

Song Zhan was a little confused. He didn't go out at all last night. How could the master see him?

Seeing Song Zhan's confused look, Xiao Wu explained: "Last night, when a few of us were watching the live broadcast of Lingxiao City's defense, we saw a warrior wearing black armor and a Shura mask.

We were not sure at the beginning, but at the end, when Brother Zhan performed the killing move of the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword, we finally confirmed your identity, Brother Zhan, and then we showed the video to the master."

"I see!"

After listening to Xiao Wu's explanation, Song Zhan suddenly realized.

"Yesterday's scene-death pose was a bit flawed," Zhao Tiancheng said in a calm tone.

"Please give me some advice, master!"

How could Song Zhan not know what Master Zhao meant, and immediately bowed respectfully.

For a full quarter of an hour, Zhao Tiancheng crushed every bit of Song Zhan's Jingshi Style into pieces and explained it clearly to Song Zhan.

Finally, Zhao Tiancheng stood up and stretched out his right hand.

Song Zhan immediately handed Zhao Tiancheng's sword respectfully into his hand.

"I'll use the eight-door Golden Lock Sword's complete sword technique again. It's up to you how much you can comprehend."

After saying that, Zhao Tiancheng's demeanor changed, as if a lion had woken up from a deep sleep, and his whole person exuded a violent and domineering aura.

"The eight-door golden lock sword has only four killing moves, which are divided into: life and death, wounding Du, scene death, and startling open!

If you start with a heavy speed, you will be overwhelmed by the force of death, and you will be hurt by the force of force, and you will move forward without hesitation."

While he was talking, Zhao Tiancheng walked back and forth in the field with a knife. The ordinary wooden knife was exuding a cold light in his hand. Sometimes it flew by like a thunderbolt, and sometimes it was like a veteran on the battlefield, fighting in vain.

In the end, Zhao Tiancheng slashed straight with his powerful force, and a fierce and domineering aura that wanted to separate life and death rushed towards his face.

"Crack!"

The shoulder of the dummy standing in the cement field was cut half a palm deep by Zhao Tiancheng's wooden knife.

Handing the wooden knife to Zhao Zhiwen, Zhao Tiancheng glanced at Song Zhan who was deep in thought, stepped into the house, and let the darkness inside the door swallow his body.

"I am getting old after all..."

It took half an hour for Song Zhan to wake up from his deep thoughts.

"Brother Zhan, how are you doing?"

Seeing Song Zhan wake up, Xiao Wu and others couldn't help but ask.

Song Zhan smiled and said: "It's a bit rewarding. I'm treating you this afternoon. You can order whatever you want."

"Thank you, Brother Zhan!" "Brother Zhan is the most handsome!"

Since Song Zhan came to the Sword Art Museum, they have tried a lot of things that they wanted to try but didn't dare before.

Moreover, Song Zhan often ordered something to eat with them, euphemistically saying it: to replenish energy.

When Zhao Tiancheng saw it, he didn't know what to say and left Song Zhan alone.

Anyway, what is replenished is energy. Nowadays, several of us are growing up and our daily consumption is not small. It’s okay to replenish more.

Time passed slowly as everyone practiced.

In the afternoon, Song Zhan drove home and just put down the keys when his cell phone rang.

When Song Zhan saw it, his heart skipped a beat, and he deliberately pretended not to see it, but was afraid of a series of fatal blows.

After struggling for a while, Song Zhan pressed the answer button as if he was dead.

"Hey, son, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

As soon as the call was connected, Hu Caixia's voice came over.

"Ah, Mom, I just got home from get off work. I opened the door and didn't have time to answer it," Song Zhan said firmly, without any sign of any mental struggle.

"I just got home, so sit down quickly. Is it hard to go to work?"

"It's okay, I've been used to it for a long time, just like that."

After Hu Caixia chatted with Song Zhan about daily life and work for a while, she finally cleared her throat and prepared to speak.

'I still can't hide.'

Song Zhan held the phone with a wry smile on his face.

"Son, how is the progress of the girl your Aunt Zhou introduced to you now?"

Sure enough, as soon as Hu Caixia opened her mouth, Song Zhan already guessed what she was going to say.

"Ah...this...Mom," Song Zhan decided to have a showdown with his mother, "Mom, this didn't work out."

"Why didn't it happen? I also saw that girl. She is handsome and has a good personality. Did you bully her, or did you not take the initiative at all?"

It has to be said that there is no better person than a mother.

As soon as Hu Caixia opened her mouth, she guessed a lot about Song Zhan's background.

Song Zhan had a pile of cold sweat on his forehead, and his brain was spinning wildly.

"No, Mom, listen to me, it's like this..."

Song Zhan spent two minutes explaining the whole thing. In the end, even he didn't know what he was talking about.

"So, you mean, neither of you have a crush on each other?"

After listening to Song Zhan's explanation, Hu Caixia asked with suspicion.

"Maybe it's because we've known each other for a short time. Anyway, I don't have much feeling for him. I guess others are like that too."

At the end of the speech, Song Zhan looked determined, as if the situation was really what he said.

"Oh, pity me, an old lady. I'm so old. I just want to have a grandchild and live a happy life. Why is it so difficult~"

As Hu Caixia spoke, her tone changed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Mom, you are so young, why are you so old?"

Song Zhan quickly denied it, but there was another series of rainbow farts.

Ten minutes later, after coaxing his mother and hanging up the phone, Song Zhan sighed heavily.

Finally got over it.

Falling in love, getting married, having children, etc. are still too troublesome.

Song Zhan could only say, let nature take its course.

Now, Shenwu Ji is still fun.