Chapter 1708 You Know What a Sword Is

On the high stage, a boss was forging a long sword on the spot, and everyone in the audience was stunned, including those watching the live broadcast on their magic mobile phones.

Deadly dull.

Everyone's eyes fell on the metal like plasticine in Luo Chuan's hands, and their moods were also rubbed and pinched.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the moon stone, right?" Yao Huichen smacked his lips, his words were full of emotion.

Moon Stone, the name of the thing in Luo Chuan's hand.

The characteristics are very simple, especially hard. Ordinary Venerables can attack with all their strength and leave hair-sized traces, even if they are powerful, and they have the ability to repair themselves.

"A dozen years ago, there seemed to be a piece in the Western Regions. There was a lot of noise at that time, and it seemed that it fell into the hands of Mount Xumi." Fan Chengtian said.

Originally, the relationship between Lingyun College and Mount Xumi was not very good.

However, with the departure of Lord Buddha and Wutian becoming the new controller, the two superpowers have also eased, bowing their heads and not seeing their heads, and it is not good to be too stiff.

Besides, Mount Sumeru has changed a lot now, and everything is developing in a good direction, and all this happened in just over a year.

Wutian's voice didn't fluctuate: "It's the piece of Mount Sumeru, which my brother gave before."

Everyone suddenly understood that it was not a secret thing.

At that time, Mount Sumeru focused on doing things for a hundred years, and there were many forces that were provoked. Everyone dared to be angry and dare not speak.

Very vulgar plot, but also very realistic, the rules of Tianlan Continent are like this, the big fist is the truth, and the rules have always been formulated by the strong.

Here, Luo Chuan's long sword was finally pinched.

Holding the long sword, pressing down the idea of ​​poking a few holes in the ground, and swiping a few times, the indiscernible black light flashed away from the place where it passed.

It is very sharp, with the blessing of a special power, even if it is waved at will, it can tear the space.

Luo Chuan knew that it was his innate talent that was ineffective at that time again, and the additional effect this time was "tear".

"Sword, a gentleman among soldiers." Luo Chuan held a sword flower.

Not to mention, holding a three-foot green blade, the night wind is blowing, and the clothes are flying, it does have the feeling of a gentle gentleman, it would be better if you don't yawn.

"Hey, the boss is quite handsome." Qing Yuan reached out and poked Yao Ziyan's arm.

"Mmmm." Yao Ziyan nodded perfunctorily, her eyes not leaving Luochuan.

Luo Chuan sat back in his seat again, the long sword he made with his hands hung in the air, flicked his fingers, and let out a clear sword sound.

"I believe that many of you here are using swords. Swords are mostly based on strikes, stabs, slashes, slashes, and points. They can attack and retreat and defend. Compared with swords, they are more agile and changeable and light. Ingenious, in short, it is good-looking and easy to be handsome."

Hearing Luo Chuan talk about swords, many listeners inevitably felt a little disappointed. Not everyone uses swords as weapons, but that's all. All the soldiers in the world have the same goal, and can achieve the effect of analogy.

In the first half of Luo Chuan's words, everyone nodded secretly, which made sense. The sword is good at fighting incessantly, and the sword has more gentleman's bearing and elegance than the sword.

As for the second half, there was silence for a few seconds, and then there were bursts of laughter.

Well, it's a very down-to-earth statement. They didn't expect Luo Chuan to say such a thing. The cold image of a certain boss suddenly became a lot more close to the people.

After a short pause, Luo Chuan looked around with a smile in his eyes: "Do you know what a sword is?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and no one seemed to think that Luo Chuan would ask this.

What is a sword? This question is simple and complex.

In the eyes of some people, the sword is a weapon, designed for killing, while some people think that the sword is a symbol of status, and it is hung around the waist, and there is never a chance to actually use it.

"What... is it a sword?" The Fifth Tyrant Saber frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the ink saber in his arms, "What is a saber?"

Slowly pulling out the scabbard, the ink-colored blade seems to be able to absorb even the light.

As a knife idiot, the fifth tyrant only has the knife in his eyes. It can be said that he is a special kind of lunatic, and he can even fight with the weak venerable at the peak of the realm.

He faintly felt that he was touching something, but he couldn't grasp it, and it was very uncomfortable.

"Oh, as expected of the boss."

In a cave somewhere, Chu Yang leaned against a bear-like monster with a body size of nearly ten meters and white hair, staring at the magic phone.

Outside the cave, there is ice and snow, a vast expanse of white, the drowsy sky blends with the ground, and it is impossible to distinguish.

The monsters asked about their cultivation bases. They were considered the emperors of this region, but in front of Chu Yang, they were similar to the little chickens.

Beside him, the long sword that seemed to be missing some parts trembled faintly.

Every time it trembled, the monster also trembled, and it clearly remembered that the sword directly cut off a hill!

"Don't move."

Chu Yang frowned, the monster suddenly froze, not daring to make the slightest move...

After a brief noise, everyone's eyes fell on Luo Chuan, waiting for his answer.

"In my opinion, the sword can be divided into five realms, sharp sword, soft sword, heavy sword, wooden sword, and finally no sword."

After finishing speaking, Luo Chuan did not rush to continue talking, giving everyone time to think, by the way, he took out his magic mobile phone and peeked at the notes.

Not only ordinary listeners, but everyone in the boss area also fell into

into contemplation.

Sharp sword, soft sword, heavy sword, wooden sword, no sword?

It was the first time for them to hear such a statement. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense, as if a certain gate was slowly opening in front of them.

A certain boss looked indifferent, put down the magic phone, drank a coke to moisten his throat, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The sharp sword is unintentional, fierce, and invincible. It uses the sharpness of the sword to maximize its moves, anticipates the enemy's opportunities, adapts to the situation, and defeats the opponent with the simplest, most direct, most precise and ingenious moves."

"A soft sword is impermanent, the tough one is easy to break, and the soft one lasts forever. At this time, the moves have been brought into full play, the moves are attacking, and the forms are changing. Quick win."

"The heavy sword has no sharp edge, great skill does not work, and clumsiness overcomes skill, and weight is used to suppress light. No matter how the opponent makes moves or whether there are flaws, it only needs one sword to break it, and one sword can break all the laws of the world."

"Wooden swords have no spouse. When you reach this state, flying flowers and picking leaves can injure the enemy. Plants, trees, bamboos, and stones can all be used as swords, and they are not stuck in things. A 'sword' is just a weapon, and what it is based on is no longer important."

"In the end, there is no sword and no tricks. This is what I think of the last realm of swords. Until the origin of the world, there is no sword in heaven and earth, only swords, no ego, no swords."

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