With just this look, Jiuzhi Laiqi froze in his heart, remembering the shock in his heart when he saw Lin Yu that day, and immediately he no longer hesitated and decisively pulled out the long knife from his waist, and attacked Lin Yu.

As a samurai with the most outstanding swordsmanship talent in the Sifang Chuan family, the long sword in Kuchi Raisu's hand is naturally not comparable to ordinary samurai.

The lustrous blade and the long blade that revealed sharpness all proved that this was a good blade for blowing hair and breaking hair.

"Shh."

Jiuzhi Laiqi slashed out with a knife, the air seemed to be broken open, and the sound of breaking the air was clearly audible in the air.

An ordinary slash, but in the hands of Jiuzhi Raisu, it seems to have been tempered a thousand times, a perfect textbook-like posture, and a perfect angle.

If it is an ordinary warrior, under this blow, there is no way to fight back.

In the face of this fast-moving knife, the expression on Lin Yu's face did not change in any way, and he didn't even mean to draw the knife. He just stood there quietly, watching Jiuzhi come to rest.

But the more this is the case, the more nervous Jiuzhi Laiqi's heart is, and the palm that is tightly gripping the hilt of the knife can't help being slightly wet with sweat.

Chapter [-]: The Convinced Swordsman Genius

Just when Jiuzhi Laiqi was nervous and the long sword was about to reach his body, Lin Yu finally moved.

Still didn't draw the knife, just turned slightly to the side, then dodged Jiuzhi Raizi's fierce attack, and then stretched out a left hand behind him.

He bent his fingers slightly, and at the moment when the long knife passed sideways, he flicked lightly on the shining knife.

"Om."

The tenacious blade, under Lin Yu's finger, suddenly let out a light cry and trembled slightly.

And Jiuzhi Laiqi, who was holding the long knife, was caught off guard, and he had no time to pull back his strength, and his body staggered away with the long knife straight to the side.

'This....'

Jiuzhi Laiqi, who was staggering and rushed to the side, stabilized his figure, and suddenly turned his head and stared at Lin Yu's tall and straight back.

"The movements are too rigid. Although the moves are perfectly practiced, they are very rigid."

"Swordsmanship is not something that follows the rules, you have to learn to be flexible."

Lin Yu's indifferent voice echoed in this empty martial arts hall.

Jiuzhi Laiqi is talented, but this young man who has been living in Xianjinyi has not experienced much real combat at all.

Most of them are just some battle training with the warriors of the Sifang River family.

As you get older, you become more proficient in swordsmanship, and at the same time you gain less and less experience from those samurai.

This also led to Jiuzhi coming to live, and there was an illusion that there was no room for improvement.

From the performance in the original work, it can be seen that although Jiuzhi Laiqi is young, he is in his teens, but his character is very strict and rigid, and he does not know how to adapt.

Knowing that Kabane's heart was wrapped with a very hard iron film, he still tried to pierce it with a long knife.

Decapitation is a better way than piercing the heart.

But there is no way to do this. After all, Jiuzhi Laiqi's father was one of the [-] troops who were recruited to fight Kabane together with Tiantiao Meima.

Jiuzhi Laiqi, who had no family to take care of since childhood, grew up in Sifangchuan as the orphan of a retainer.

In this environment, only by forcing himself to become mature can he grow better, which has created his current character.

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Jiuzhi Laiqi put the long knife in his hand into the scabbard, stood up straight, and slowly bowed towards Lin Yu's back.

"Thank you teacher for your teaching."

Although it is only the work of two sentences, the vision and realm are different.

It was just two sentences, but it gave Jiuzhi Laiqi a powerful effect.

When I practiced swordsmanship in the past, I encountered many problems. When I think about it, it seems that only a little bit of flexibility is needed to solve them.

"Go and practice basic skills, when will I finish and when will I end the get out of class."

After speaking, Lin Yu didn't talk to Jiuzhi anymore, but took out the long knife around his waist and started to practice on his own.

Jiuzhi Laiqi didn't complain about this, but nodded respectfully, standing next to Lin Yu and also began to practice chopping.

This practice is a whole day, and it is this whole day that makes Lin Yu's powerful image more profound in Jiuzhi Laiqi's heart.

At almost the same age, Jiuzhi Laiqi found that the gap between himself and Lin Yu was completely different.

Not to mention how powerful Lin Yu is in swordsmanship, just the physical strength of swinging the sword without stopping at that moment is no longer comparable to him.

After a day of training, Lin Yu's physical strength is simply a monster.

From beginning to end, Jiuzhilaiqi has been observing Lin Yu, even if the sun sets for a day is almost over, the angle of Lin Yu's slashing and slashing is always accurate.

Just like a machine, nothing changes.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Jiuzhi Raizi was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead down the tip of his hair, dripping onto the ground.

The blue samurai uniform on his body, under the intense training, had already turned into a dark blue color, which was tightly attached to his body.

Taking a deep breath, Jiuzhi Laiqi was as if he was fished out of the water, and was extremely embarrassed.

This is the first time he has experienced such intense training in so many years.

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