Eight Desolate Valkyries

Chapter 1360
"The sword wind is the fusion of the wind that gathers the world and the sword light, and the wind is harmless. It can only cause a threat when it reaches a certain intensity. On this basis, it is not far from the critical point. This is the shortcoming of the wind. If you want to change For this, it is necessary to comprehend a stronger wind."

Luo Cheng's face was not very good-looking. During this day, he discovered Jianfeng's shortcomings, which made his firm heart begin to shake.

Wind has many advantages, invisible, deadly, sharp and fast.

There are not many shortcomings, especially there is only one thing that can be taken out of the table.

But this is fatal.

It lacks power!
In numerical terms, the strength of a wind ranges from zero to a hundred.

Because it is wind, if you want to hurt someone, you have to reach at least forty to fifty to have that kind of power. The first forty are all harmless.

Assuming the highest value is one hundred, then there is only fifty room for improvement.

It might sound like nothing is wrong.

But compare it with fire.

Similarly, from zero to one hundred, if fire wants to hurt people, it can do it from zero. Also assuming that one hundred is the highest, then fire will improve more than wind. When everything reaches the limit, fire will be more powerful than wind.

Of course, if Luo Cheng didn't think about gathering strength, speed, and sharpness, he wouldn't have such entanglements.

Using the strength of wind will allow him to be invincible against opponents of the same level.

"Keep improving."

Luo Cheng's personality is doomed that he will not accept the above statement, he admits to death, and wants to make the wind as strong as fire.

However, repeated failures still shake his confidence and cast doubts on Jianfeng.

"Sacrificing speed and sharpness can increase strength, but this is not what I want. What should I do?"

Luo Cheng sat down on the ground with a look of helplessness on his face. In a situation like this where he has no clue, Wuhun can't do anything. Only when he has thoughts and direction can Wuhun help him.

"give up."

A voice rang in his ear.

Luo Cheng thought it was an inner voice at first, but then realized it wasn't, subconsciously stood up, holding the Xuantian Sword tightly, but when he looked around, he found nothing.

Not only can no one be seen, but there is nothing unusual in the mountains.

"Xiaofeng, did you hear a voice?"

Luo Cheng asked quietly.

Xiaofeng was happily chasing a fallen leaf, but was at a loss when he heard his words.

"Is it an illusion?"

Luo Cheng hung down the sword in his hand, puzzled, suddenly thought of something, and looked towards the stone tablet.

With a confused and uncertain expression, Luo Cheng walked to the stone tablet step by step.

"Give up, your wind can't break my stele."

The voice just now sounded again, verifying Luo Cheng's conjecture. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said softly: "Senior..."

"Don't be hypocritical, I hate hypocrisy. You were wandering around a while ago, waving the toys in your hand, didn't you just want to be appreciated and favored? Let me tell you straight to the point, I do have thoughts about you."

The voice of the stele interrupted him mercilessly.

Luo Cheng shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment, and thought to himself: "It seems that he is a hot-tempered person."

"That's right, juniors really need to be seen."

"Oh? There are not many shameless people like you."

Luo Cheng was startled, curled his lips, and said: "Senior, you have your temper, and I have mine. There is no right or wrong, high or low, just respect each other, and I hope you don't insult others."

"Interesting, it's really interesting. I didn't ask you to kneel down, it's already very good, but you still say I'm not polite?"

The voice was disdainful and sullen, as if dissatisfied with Luo Cheng.

"No."

Luo Cheng thought for a while, then shook his head.

"I thought you had so much backbone, you're not a greedy kid, and you can't do anything to become stronger." The voice from the stone tablet became playful and contemptuous.

Luo Cheng didn't speak, turned around and walked back, and sat back to the original place.

"You're quite angry. Do you want to play childish temper? I'm really disappointed. Now come here and kneel in front of the stele and kowtow to me. It makes me happy. I don't mind giving you some pointers. You know, I But……"

"If I'm not mistaken, senior is a sword madman, right?"

"You know me?" The stele's voice was extremely shocking and strange.

"The name of Sword Madness is like thunder. Senior's temper has been famous in Zhenwu Continent for hundreds of years."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The stele was silent for a long time, and then let out an ecstatic laugh, "I never thought that I would be famous forever!"

"Or maybe it's a legacy that lasts forever?" Luo Cheng said casually.

"Boy, say it again!?"

"I won't tell." Luo Cheng said very simply.

"Hmph, since you know me, how dare you be so presumptuous?"

"Are you presumptuous?"

"If I met you at that time, I would have slapped you to death long ago. I took ignorance as courage, and I came here to seek power, but I still put on airs like a uncle. Is it just you, or is it that everyone is like this now? Virtue, have you forgotten the rules?"

Luo Cheng has never liked the aggressive tone of relying on the old and selling the old.

He snorted coldly and said: "The reason why this world can keep moving forward is precisely because young people never listen to some old guys."

Luo Cheng has heard this sentence before, and it is very appropriate to use it now.

The sword maniac on the stele stopped talking.

Sword Maniac is not a name, but a nickname.

Similar to Sword Fairy, Sword God, and Sword Demon.

As a swordsman, Luo Cheng certainly knew the history of swordsmen.

In addition to the current Eight Great Sword Immortals, before the era of the Eight Great Sword Immortals, there was a glorious era of swordsmen, although it was short, it was exciting.

At that time, there were far more than eight sword immortals. At that time, there were countless swordsmen, and the way of swordsmanship was carried forward.

Many famous kendo or swordsmanship are left over from that era.

At that time, there was a man who was excellent in swordsmanship, but he still couldn't become a swordsman.

Because the sword fairy needs everyone's approval before he can be dubbed the sword fairy.

This swordsman has worked hard for many years, but all ended in failure.

What's interesting is that this swordsman didn't fail in his swordsmanship, but because his personality was too hot, he opened his mouth and shut up and cursed, and was said to have insulted the reputation of a swordsman.

That's right, in the eyes of the world, swordsmen are all dressed in white, with a three-foot blue sword, and they are chic and unrestrained.

If such a person is rated as a sword fairy, it will indeed be prejudiced.

From the present point of view, the thoughts of those people at that time were excusable, but not accurate.

Later, the swordsman also realized the problem, held back his anger, and finally broke out one day, clamoring that all sword immortals are trash for fame, useless and pretentious.

This caused an uproar, and countless sword immortals came to trouble this guy.

In the end, the swordsman did not become a laughingstock, but became famous because he defeated all the sword immortals who came to trouble him.

From then on, the swordsman looked down on the sword fairy from the bottom of his heart, and was called a sword madman.

(End of this chapter)