Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Seeing this, Dao Feng couldn't help but smile in relief. Although he didn't know what happened to the girl just now, she looked a little decent now.

When the gloomy and cold light was within a short distance of the blade, a black afterimage rose from below.

"earn!"

截！

The huge momentum acted on the sword body, and the shock waves formed were transmitted to Ning Rongrong's slender hands.

The numb hand could no longer control the sword in his hand.

The sword flew half a foot into and out of the tree!

For a while the leaves were colorful.

Ning Rongrong stared blankly at Dao Feng, froze in place...

In the distance, Zhu Zhuqing sighed softly.

Can't this villain be more gentle?

But she was more shocked, shocked by Ning Rongrong's progress. Just now, relying on the forty-sixth level of soul power and powerful soul skills, Ning Rongrong's burst of aura is no less than any forty-five level The battle soul master!

There are two reasons why he was defeated by the blade after breaking out with all his strength.

One, the strength of the blade itself.

Second, Ning Rongrong has almost no actual combat experience.

She didn't forget that Ning Rongrong was just an auxiliary soul master!

For a moment, there was pity in my heart, and at the same time, there was a deep sense of crisis.

Compared with a super support who can play, she undoubtedly has no advantage at all.

If you have to choose one, Ning Rongrong is more suitable for Daofeng, whether it is background, strength, or compatibility.

Zhu Zhuqing, leaning on the ancient tree with her upturned breasts, fell into deep thought.

"Rong Rong, do you know the reason for your disastrous defeat?" Dao Feng put away his sword and took a step forward, wiping the tears from the proud girl's face and said softly.

Ning Rongrong's moist eyes were still staring blankly at the blade.

how could this be, how could this be...

She obviously worked so hard.

After the sword in his hand was blown away by the blade, Ning Rongrong's mind seemed to be struck by thunder, and suddenly went blank.

She was not surprised that she would be defeated, because the power of the blade was obvious to all, but she never thought that she would be defeated so simply, so simply said it is ridiculous!

"Silly girl, don't you understand? It's not that I'm too strong, and it's not that you are too weak. The problem lies in the excessive lack of combat experience." Dao Feng gently embraced Ning Rongrong, who was at a loss, in his arms, and stroked her hair.

Ning Rongrong let the blade fiddle with her, her little head was resting on her shoulder weakly, her beautiful eyes were opened at the moment.

"Do you know the real usage of stabbing? As far as the sword is concerned, stabbing is a deadly technique in close combat. If you can't kill the enemy with one blow or force the enemy to return to defense, once the sword stabs out, it is equivalent to giving up all defensive tasks. butchered."

In the morning light, the forest is quiet and full of vitality. Apart from the wind that flows slowly, there is the soft and pityful sound of the blade.

"You have to remember that a sword is not a spear, nor is it a knife. A spear does not need to defend. All its power is concentrated in one point. It only needs to attack, but the pursuit of the knife is indomitable. People are with the knife, and people die with the knife. Even though he knows that the people in front of him are invincible, but as long as he fights, he will still go forward indomitably. "

"But the sword is different. Zhongzheng is the characteristic of the sword. Some people say that the sword is the soldier of a gentleman, or the head of a hundred weapons. In fact, this is not true. A sword is a sword. Whether it is used for good or evil, the ultimate function is to kill, to kill You can have a stand, but you don’t need to be good or evil, whoever is stronger will live to the end, this is the fundamental function of the sword, and the gentleman is more often used to whitewash the bloody smell on it.”

Zhu Zhuqing came behind Dao Feng, and his leather boots landed on the soft grass, listening silently.

Ning Rongrong's silent eyes looked at her with a throbbing pain in her heart, and she knew that it was the chaos in her heart where her pride had been ruthlessly shattered.

"At the same time, the sword has major flaws. Zhongzheng is often equated with mediocrity. In large-scale battlefields, except for the generals who wear swords that symbolize power, the rest are either knives or spears. But the sword has the advantages of both swords and spears. It can cut and stab. Guardable by the way, looks good, but it's a sign of mediocrity."

"Some people claim to be proficient in all eighteen martial arts, which seems to be bluffing, but in fact this is a mediocrity, and a genius is useless after learning."

"It's the same with the sword. It's good at everything, but its performance is not outstanding. It's not as good as a knife for cutting, it's not as good as a spear for stabbing, and it's not as good as a shield for defense."

"As a weapon, this is very unqualified, but compared to the extreme performance of the sword and the like, the sword has many changes, and it is not a simple matter to be proficient in these changes."

"What do I need to do?" Ning Rongrong wiped away tears and looked at Daofeng seriously.

"Fight." Dao Feng stroked Ning Rongrong's pretty face and smiled slightly.

"Okay!" Ning Rongrong slapped Dao Feng's hand away, turned around and walked towards the sword.

"Again!" Ning Rongrong pointed at the blade, her red and swollen eyes were pitiful, but she was so firm and charming at this moment.

"Yeah." Dao Feng nodded with a smile.

The exquisite Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's left hand reappeared.

"Don't worry, Rongrong, can you tell me why your swordsmanship has increased by several levels after summoning the martial soul?" Dao Feng smiled.

Yes it's swordsmanship, not power.

Ning Rongrong didn't move the blade out of the sword, and quickly stopped the attack. In a short moment, the cold light of the sword hit the heart of the blade.

Zhu Zhuqing let go of the hand holding the blade, put away his worries.

Dao Feng knew that although the kitten was very angry with him and wanted to bite him to death, but his heart was too soft, he couldn't bear to get hurt after all.

"I don't know, I got to the martial soul after practicing. Grandpa Jian said that it might be related to the mutation of the martial soul." After adjusting his mood, Ning Rongrong said softly.