C709 (1/2)

Now is the training time. All the people of Feilin army are trained in fixed places. This school field is basically used for sword training for new recruits.

When Lin Hao came to the school, there were not many people. He picked an area where there was no one around him. He thought of the take-off Lin sword technique.

The picture that appeared in his mind was different from Xu Shi's previous sword moves. It was Lin Hao's perfection based on his own Kendo experience.

I just looked at it once.

Lin Hao already has a deep understanding of this sword technique. After a few more drills, he will be able to master it to the great perfection and even surpass the people who created it!

This is the confidence of a generation of sword gods.

Lin Hao also had to admit that this flying Lin sword technique has its merits. If properly used, the combined attack method will turn biochemical decay into magical power.

After going through this set of sword techniques in his mind, Lin Hao slowly took out the sky trace sword and waved his sword moves.

His speed is not fast, even can be described as slow. Every point of strength, with the trace of sword waving, has a different coordination.

Feilin sword technique is not based on quickness. Momentum is the most important!

With Lin Hao's continuous use of sword moves, the images in his mind coincide with his movements, and the concept is applied in practice, which gives rise to a strong momentum.

It's like the front, even if there are thousands of troops.

His sword, will go forward, break through all obstacles, can not stop!

At this time, a big drink came: ”boy, this place is my sword practice, you give me another place to go!”

Lin Hao took up his sword and looked at the man who was shouting. He was a seven heavy warrior in the emperor's territory of the Yuan Dynasty. He was wearing flying Lin military armor and holding a long sword. He looked arrogant.

Where there are people, there are fights.

The black armour army is no exception.

The man, who called himself Ning'an, looked at Lin Hao contemptuously and said, ”practice a sword like a child. If you've just joined the Feilin army, get out of my way. I've been practicing here for half a month. As you all know, this is mine!”

”Here, you didn't write your name. In such a big school yard, you can go to other places to practice sword.” Lin Hao frowned slightly and said.

”Well, you boy, you dare to contradict me. I think you are a new comer. I'll forgive you once. I'll say it for the last time. I like practicing sword here every day. You get out of my way. My patience is limited. If it affects my sword practice, I want you to look good!”

”You say it's yours, and that's yours? I'll tell you once, if you affect my sword practice, I'll make you look good too! ” Lin Hao said coldly.

Strength is very important. Many things must be tough in order to win the respect of others.

There is such a truth everywhere.

Big fist is the truth!

”By you? Even if you haven't reached the basic level of Feilin sword technique, how dare you say it makes me look good? I'd like to know why you make me look good! ”