National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

"Then let me give you a long experience."

Zhang Daocheng said, raising the sword in his hand and placing it on his chest.

A gust of breeze came, and he loosened his grip.

The sword hung directly in the air, motionless.

Zhang Daocheng put his left hand behind his back and raised his right hand in front of his eyes. He held his fist and extended his index and middle fingers together. He stared at the sword in the air and flicked his fingers.

I saw the sword that was still in the air flying out with a whoosh.

With his finger pointing upward, the sword tip flew high with the sword body, hanging above everyone's heads.

Move your finger to the left and it will move to the left, move your finger to the right and it will move to the right. The finger will quickly turn in a small circle. The blade of the sword will make a sound of breaking through the air, and it will turn in a circle above the heads of several people.

Zhang Daocheng put down his hand and clasped it behind his back like his left hand. The sword fell obediently and returned to the position in front of him obediently.

"That's right, it's the legendary sword-controlling technique!"

He proudly announced to the audience in the live broadcast room: "You guys, don't call me Taoist Zhang from now on. Please call me Zhang Jianxian."

"Tsk," Ruan Jiang looked at him sideways, "You really got it this time!"

"What do you mean by pretending? Isn't this the handsomeness that I exude from the inside out?"

"cut!"

Ruan Jiang tried hard to express his disinterest, gritting his teeth secretly in his heart.

Swordsmanship and all that... He's so handsome, he wants it too!

Zhao Bingxia's eager eyes were fixed on the flaming divine sword in her hand.

After all, it is a weapon of the gods, so it should be able to develop some new skills and effects, right?

Flame Divine Sword: Don't come over!

Xiao Songqing evaluated this skill from an objective perspective: "Sword control, well, if you can control it well, you can increase the attack distance and damage. Maybe you can try to control many swords."

"Ten Thousand Swords returns to the clan?" Ruan Jiang thought for a moment and felt even more envious.

"There is one more thing, have you forgotten?" Zhao Bingxia said excitedly.

"What?"

"Fly with the sword." Zhou Hu's voice was low, and he glanced at Zhang Daocheng's sword without any trace, his eyes flashing with undetectable heat.

Even he couldn't help but yearn for skills like sword control.

After all, who hasn’t thought about wielding a sword and flying freely in the sky when they were young?

Zhang Daocheng's eyes lit up, and he raised his right hand behind his back to his chest again. Under control, his sword landed close to the ground, where he could step on it as soon as he raised his foot.

Although it may seem like there are two more words for "Sword Controlling" and "Sword Controlling Flying", in fact, the level of difficulty is more than just a little bit more.

The sword, which had been so obedient and handy, began to shake violently when Zhang Daocheng raised one foot.

Zhang Daocheng's forehead was lightly sweaty, he gritted his teeth and put his feet on the sword.

Steady.

Although the blade of the sword and his whole body were shaking, at least he put his feet on it.

He lowered his head and stared at the sword at his feet intently, then raised his other foot.

It took a full five seconds for his second foot to finally put on the sword.

Not only him, but his teammates who were sweating for him all breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he was trying a new skill, or the legendary sword flying, so everyone present was somewhat nervous.

Zhang Daocheng gently raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his body rising and falling due to the unstable sword.

He exhaled and was about to bite the bullet and show a relaxed smile, but the distraction at this moment made the control of his sword even more unstable.

As a result, he was carried directly to heaven by the sword at his feet.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh help!"

I don’t know whether I should say whether Zhang Daocheng has talent or not.

If you say he was talented, he couldn't control the sword well and was carried up to the sky; if he was not talented, after he was successfully carried up to the sky, he screamed and remained stable on the sword without falling directly.

Everyone raised their heads and looked up at Zhang Daocheng, who was flying higher and higher, as if he was shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"...What should I do?" Ruan Jiang said.

"What can I do?" Zhao Bingxia's eyes followed Zhang Daocheng's figure scurrying back and forth, "I'm ready to treat him."

"But since he flew too high, he didn't need to be treated." Ruan Jiang looked worried, "Instead, he was resurrected directly."

Should we be thankful that contestants who die in the National Games battlefield can be reborn?

The two of them were silent for a moment, then turned to look at Xiao Songqing.

"..."

Xiao Songqing looked at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan had the most relaxed expression. He watched with interest as Zhang Daocheng flew into the sky with his sword, mentally comparing this skill with Andre's big wings and his own light wings.

Well, after Zhang Daocheng becomes more proficient in practice, let him try flying with him.

He thought so and smiled under the eyes of his teammates: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

The next moment, a pair of light wings that the other contestants asked for unfolded behind him.

There were three pairs of light wings, which were light golden in color, like light condensed, lightly illuminating the position where several people were.

Jiang Yuan felt that he might need time to adapt. In fact, as soon as his mind moved, the light wings took him into the air naturally.

"Brother Jiang, help me!"

Zhang Daocheng's hair was messy, and the sword under his feet became more and more restless due to his mood swings.

He stood stiffly on the sword, and his posture looked quite similar.

The screams he made made it impossible to ignore his danger.

The light wings behind Jiang Yuan flapped easily to keep up with Zhang Daocheng's speed. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the opponent's collar. With a little more force, Zhang Daocheng was directly lifted into the air by him.

"Brother Jiang!" Zhang Daocheng looked at Jiang Yuan, the god of heaven, who came down to earth to save him, with tears in his eyes.

As he completely relaxed his mind, the sword flying in the air lost control and fell directly due to gravity.

After Jiang Yuan thought briefly, he controlled the light wing behind him and flew over to take it in his hand.

Just like that, Zhang Daocheng returned to the ground in front of several people with one hand and a sword in the other.

Zhang Daocheng seemed to be frightened by the speed of flying in the air before. After his feet touched the ground, his legs went limp. His body happened to tilt and fell towards Jiang Yuan. With quick eyes and hands, he raised his hand and hugged Jiang Yuan's arm.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" He was currently shorter than Jiang Yuan, looking up at Jiang Yuan in shock, "Brother Jiang, you are my god! You saved me!"

He said similar words more than once or twice, but Jiang Yuan felt nothing at all and just handed him his sword.

"Let's practice sword control first. I can't catch you in time every time."

Zhang Daocheng held Jiang Yuan's arm with one hand and took his weapon with the other hand.

Then he showed a calm smile that was a bit indescribable, and asked in an innocent and confident tone: "Well... why not?"

Jiang Yuan frowned.

"Zhang Daocheng, I haven't discussed with you for a while."

"Ah? Wait a minute, Brother Jiang, I was wrong, I was wrong, ouch, don't slap me in the face, brother!"