Ultra Fighting Legend

Chapter 1068 Sailo will be treated differently and can't find the reason

If Xiaoguang and Ah Xiang were here, and they both knew that Yuan was Yuanquan, they would definitely express dissatisfaction with the training that Xiao Lu is currently receiving.

After all, if you compare your heart with your heart, what kind of difficulty is the special training on your side?
Those crazy nuclear kicks, tornadoes, and merciless beatings are the kind of horror that will be full of pressure as long as you are an enemy.

And what did Xiaolu have to face?
It's just a short sprint, it's just a point-to-point sparring, and it's even hard to get out of a hole with one foot on the ground.

There are no earth-shaking explosions, no storms that shake the fields, but only gentle exhortations and exhortations, and careful teaching and guidance.

If the two of them saw this, they would definitely lose their mentality.

And let alone the two of them, Sai Luo might not be able to support this scene alone.

Of course, if he doesn't know yet, then there's no problem.

Wait until he knows.

"Come on, come here, what I'm going to teach you next is how to use weapons, or how to deal with the enemy's weapons." As he spoke, Yuanquan lowered his body and made a fighting gesture: "Battles with weapons are different from hand-to-hand combat. The sparks that collide between swords are beyond the reach of fists."

"It's a blade incision, the difference is just a split second, destroying the opponent's body in an instant, and the offense and defense of the winner can be determined in the blink of an eye."

"Eh? Where's the weapon?" Xiao Lu looked around, but didn't see where the weapon was.

Whether it's me or my brother, they are empty-handed now, and when I just set up the scene, I didn't see anyone making things like wooden swords and bamboo knives.

"As for the weapon, it's here." After speaking, Yuan stretched out his hand behind his back, and in Xiao Lu's piercing eyes, he pulled out a sword, a dreamy sword that shone like a star.

"Eh eh?"

Xiao Lu and Peijia stared wide-eyed, what is this?How did this come out?

Wait... just now there is nothing behind my brother!Obviously it's just blank!

Why is it really possible to draw a sword?

Why is that?
Yuan didn't intend to explain, but threw the sword to Xiao Lu, and stuck it in front of Xiao Lu, the purple sword edge shone with a cold light, which was very conspicuous.

Xiao Lu pulled out the sword and placed it in front of his eyes. He could see the coldness of the sword's edge, and it was not blunt, but a fully sharpened sword that could really kill people.

"Is this sword...is it actually a sword?" Xiao Lu stared blankly at Yuan, who was also his elder brother: "Brother, do we want to use this sword to..."

"Of course, with the wooden sword, you can't feel the tension between life and death, and you will lose your arms and legs if you miss a move. If you want to come, you have to have something real." Saying that, Yuan stretched out his hand and touched his back , and once again pulled out a weapon that was exactly the same as the sword in Xiaolu's hand.

The style is the same, the appearance is the same, it is exactly the kind carved out of the same mold.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Holding the sword in his hand, Yuan said with a smile: "You will be fine."

Xiao Lu put his eyes on Lai Ye for help, because the only person around him was Lai Ye who also played with weapons, and he was also a sword.

"Don't look at me, the way I use the sword is not the same type as this sword." Lai Ye turned his head away, not wanting to meet Xiaolu's help-seeking gaze: "The sword I use is a soft sword, and the usage is similar to that of this sword." Normal swords are different."

"What you are holding now is a steel sword, which is used differently from mine."

Laiye is not wrong about this point, and Yuan also knows this. Although Laiye also uses weapons, as a woman, Laiye herself is not as strong and durable as men, so using soft swords is more technical.

The weapons used by men are generally not soft swords, but hard weapons like Beibei Sword and Rainbow Knife.

So the ones in Yuan's hands and the ones in Xiaolu's hands are both such weapons.

"How could it be?" Xiao Lu withdrew his gaze a little sadly: "If this is the case, wouldn't it be me?"

"Xiao Lu, there is nothing to be afraid of, don't forget your dream!" Just when Xiao Lu was hesitating, Peijia cheered for Xiao Lu: "If you want to become a hero, this is an indispensable s things."

"Ten minutes on stage, ten years off the stage. It's not just talk, Xiao Lu, you have to work harder!"

What Peijia said made Xiao Lu make up his mind, and remembered the path and future he insisted on.

Since you insist on that dream, you must work hard towards that road. If you just shout and remain indifferent, nothing can be done.

If you are only afraid because you are afraid of getting hurt, then it can only mean that the hero you want to be is just a hero you shout.

"I understand, thank you, Peijia!" After strengthening his determination, Xiao Lu held the sword in both hands, stepped off the stage, and stood in front of Yuan.

Grasping the hilt with both hands, Xiao Lu seemed to be able to feel a bit of warmth from the sword.

Yuan did not speak, but showed a gratified smile.

The hand slowly raised, the sword lying beside him, under the weak reflection of the shade of the tree, the light and shadow under the cast also became vague.

But even so, a heavy and solemn aura was released from Yuan who was holding a sword, and gradually spread to the audience.

Not to mention Xiaolu who was facing each other head-on, Peijia and Laiye who were just watching the battle were affected by this momentum.

Peijia didn't dare to yell again, but clenched her hands in front of her chest, looking quite nervous.

The same is true for Lai Ye, and she even has a vague urge to draw her sword. In her perception, Yuan standing there is like a terrible demon by nature, even though she did nothing.

Although he doesn't move, you can't ignore him, because the pervasive aura and heavy pressure are all his declaring his existence all the time.

This kind of pressure can be called the attention of all the people.

If the onlookers could feel this kind of pressure, then one can imagine how enormous the pressure on Xiao Lu who stood in front of this man was the first to bear the brunt.

Yuan still didn't move. He chose to release his aura instead of actively attacking. He also wanted to let Xiaolu feel what a real strong person looks like.

Although Xiao Lu has defeated many opponents so far, none of those opponents can be regarded as strong, just strong enemies.

When facing a real strong man, the young boys of the new generation often make the mistake of being applauded by such a strong man with their skilled combat experience.

And this is what the new generation of Ultra fighters lack the most.

The so-called strong is not just as simple as a strong enemy.

If a strong enemy is strong in one aspect, then the strong are strong in all aspects.

Gen lowered his eyelids and kept his body motionless.

Xiao Lu, can you break through my aura and still have the courage to swing your sword at me under such pressure?

Whether your hero's road is to advance or retreat, to go further or to sink, only at this moment, between your thoughts.

The passage of time is stagnant at this moment, and in such a calm atmosphere, even for a second, it can be clearly felt by others.

Xiao Lu's forehead and his body were gradually soaked in more and more sweat, and his hair was also stuck between his forehead, tightly sticking to his skin.

But even so, Xiao Lu's hands holding the sword trembled violently from the beginning, gradually became stable, and finally... completely grasped the sword.

Xiao Lu raised his head, his red eyes were full of stubbornness not to admit defeat, and with this belief, he took a firm step forward.

And at this step, the sword that Xiaolu held in both hands changed its posture in the blink of an eye. In an instant, it changed from a cosmic flare to a Titan sword!
That's right, it's the sword that Lu saw on TV, and it belongs to Sora.

(End of this chapter)