I just want to play games quietly

Zhou Wen's sword technique seems to be ordinary. In fact, he has used the skill of tianwaifeixian, but he didn't take the initiative to attack. He was completely used for defense, so he couldn't see the mysterious things for a long time.

But just defense, has given Mingxiu a lot of pressure, just like when Zhou Wen and Xia Xianyue fought, Xia Xianyue used to seize the sky to give Zhou Wen the same pressure.

It's just that Zhou Wen's body is not aggressive. He just defends, but also makes Mingxiu feel that if he doesn't attack, he will be killed by Zhou Wen.

Therefore, Mingxiu can only attack continuously and attack again. If ordinary people are changed, under such oppression, they will lose heart and will soon collapse, and will give up resisting or desperate fight.

Mingxiu didn't give up. Under such pressure, she kept looking for the opportunity to defeat Zhou Wen. Changjian kept attacking and attacking again.

"No way... Or no way..." Mingxiu kept trying, but no matter how fast his sword was, how gorgeous his skill was, and how skillful his sword was, he was completely blocked by Zhou Wen.

"How to break through the coach's defensive position?" Mingxiu has tried her best and tried all the feasible ways. She can't think of a better way.

Mingxiu knows that it's not good to go on like this. Once his train of thought is broken, the sword will weaken, and Zhou Wen will fight back at that time.

This is his last fight with Zhou Wen before he leaves. He doesn't want to leave like this.

"How to do... How to do..." in a flash, countless ideas flashed through Mingxiu's mind.

Mingxiu suddenly feels that this kind of situation seems a little familiar. It seems that when did he experience such a situation.

Soon, Mingxiu remembered why he felt familiar with this situation, because he had faced the same dilemma when he was a child.

At that time, he had just started to practice sword. He was only three years old, but all the other students were six or seven years old.

So in practice, Mingxiu was always defeated by her classmates because of her small strength.

At that time, he had just come into contact with the sword technique. Basically, whoever knows the sword technique is strong. He is several years behind his classmates. The gap in strength is almost bigger than the sky.

He lost miserably in practice every day. With his bright temper, he would not be convinced. At that time, he often thought that if he could grow up faster and become as strong as those classmates, he would never lose.

Unfortunately, he could not grow up overnight, but since then, Mingxiu has been constantly strengthening his practice and honing his skills. Although he is very small, after a few months, he has been able to compete with his classmates who are several years older than him. A year later, no children are his opponents.

At the beginning of the dilemma, and now the dilemma is the same, Zhou Wen is better than him in all aspects too much, not the same, even if it is skills, he also can't win Zhou Wen.

"When I was a child, I couldn't realize that kind of fantasy, but now my dream may not be realized in another way..." Mingxiu seems to have a decision in her heart, and her eyes become more fierce.

"His eyes are different." Wego said, squinting.

"What eyes are different?" Tian Zhenzhen asked suspiciously.

"Watch his next sword, maybe it will be a very important moment in his life." Wego didn't know.

Tian Zhenzhen had no choice but to stare at Mingxiu and wonder what difference his next sword would make.

Mingxiu holds the sword, and the light of the sword flashes like a meteor. In Tian Zhenzhen's opinion, this sword is no different from many previous swords. They are all so fast and gorgeous, but it is impossible to defeat Zhou Wen with such a sword.

She has seen it for many times. This gorgeous sword technique has been ignored by Zhou Wen. There is no exception.

Sure enough, Zhou Wen's sword blocked Mingxiu's sword again. But at the moment when the two swords intersected, everyone was shocked to find that Zhou Wen's sword failed to block Mingxiu's sword.

Mingxiu's sword was like a late student. After Zhou Wen's sword was swept away, his sword came and stabbed Zhou Wen's heart.

"Good! Zhou Wen, he made a mistake! " Tian Zhenzhen jumped up excitedly. She thought it was Zhou Wen's fault.

When!

But the next second, Zhou Wen's hilt fell, hit the tip of Mingxiu's sword, and knocked Mingxiu's long sword to one side. After all, he didn't let his sword stab him.

"It's not Zhou Wen's fault, but Mingxiu's intentional result. Even Zhou Wen can't see through the late sword. He almost hit the sword. It's really interesting." There was a playful expression on wego's face.

Mingxiu has stopped the attack, did not continue to fight, put the sword into the scabbard.

Zhou Wen's sword hand also dropped down and let the sword tip stick to the floor.

"Good sword. What's the name of that sword?" Zhou Wen looks at Mingxiu and asks.

"There's no name yet. If the coach doesn't like it, give it a name." Mingxiu said.

Zhou Wen didn't refuse. After thinking about it, he said, "since it's a late sword, it's called tomorrow's sword technique."

"Tomorrow's sword... Tomorrow's sword technique... Good... It's called tomorrow's sword technique..." Mingxiu seemed to like the name very much, so she decided.

"Let me see how far you can go with your swordsmanship of tomorrow." Zhou Wen squints at the sword in Mingxiu's hand. He feels that because of the sword just now, his confidence and inspiration are exploding. He is in a peak period of active thinking.

"Coach, please appreciate my swordsmanship of tomorrow." Mingxiu holds the handle of the sword, and the whole person seems to have entered a mysterious realm, which makes people feel unreal.

Click!

The training sword and scabbard in Mingxiu's hand broke. Cracks spread on the scabbard. In the blink of an eye, the scabbard broke, and the hilt in Mingxiu's hand also broke.

It's not strange that the sword is broken. It's strange that after the sword and scabbard are broken, he still holds a sword, a transparent lightsaber. The terrible sword is intended to emit from the transparent light.

"Soul... Is that soul?" Tian Zhen really can't believe his judgment, pull Wei Ge to ask a way.

"Yes, that's the soul of life. It's really enviable. How old he is, he has already understood the soul of life." He's really envious, said wigo.

If he could meet Zhou Wen earlier and wake up earlier, he would not waste so much time to do those boring things. Maybe he could have made such amazing achievements at such an age like Feng Qiuyan and Mingxiu.