Different world! I went from slave to conquering king!

At this time, Chen Changsheng was moving quickly in the open space in the house not far away.

While moving around, the young man kept dancing the rough and simple iron sword in his hand.

Every time the iron sword was swung, there was an astonishing sound of breaking through the air.

Even Zhao Ling'er, who was standing very far away, could feel the breeze blowing in his direction.

And if any outsiders saw Chen Changsheng swinging his sword at this time, they would feel a sense of fatal threat.

There is no doubt that the person wielding the sword at this time can make people splash with blood in five steps.

However, Chen Changsheng's own eyes were quite dissatisfied as he kept waving the sword in his hand.

Although relying on his strong physical fitness, he can create very terrifying destructive power.

However, the affinity he had just gained with swords made Chen Changsheng clearly feel that most of his power was scattered completely uselessly.

If you exert ten percent of your strength, then after each sword strike, only about five percent of your strength will actually cause damage.

This feeling of dissatisfaction made Chen Changsheng feel very awkward.

...

"Wrong, that's not how swords are used!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from the sidelines. Chen Changsheng stopped when he heard the sound and looked at the person coming.

But he saw Zhao Ling'er slowly walking towards the field with a sword like autumn water in his hand.

At this time, her eyes were covered with black satin, and her training clothes made her look slim and graceful.

But this beauty who should be picturesque has an indescribable air of confidence, as if she is shining with a charming light, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Zhao Ling'er held a long sword in her hand, drew the sword with her right hand, threw the scabbard away with her left hand, and suddenly rushed towards the field.

呲!

With a crisp sound, the sword shot straight out of electricity, penetrating the tip of the blade, making people feel chilled.

Zhao Linger was neither sad nor happy, and said with a focused expression:

"This sword is a stab. Among the basic sword moves, this sword is the fastest!"

After the words fell, the sword was retracted, and when it reached a very high place, it was slashed down.

Although his strength is not heavy, his will can split mountains!

Zhao Ling'er was speechless and speechless. Only one person and one sword danced in the field.

Beautiful sword! Beautiful people! Beautiful sword dance!

Chen Changsheng, who also has an affinity with swords, seemed to see a dancing sword elf dancing gracefully within this square inch at this moment!

But within the beautiful dance, there is an unspeakable murderous intent.

Even Chen Changsheng, whose physical fitness was far superior to that of Zhao Ling'er, felt a bit of a thorn in his body when he felt the sharp edge occasionally revealed during the sword dance.

time flies,

When all the sword dances were silent, Zhao Ling'er, who was dancing the sword, was panting slightly, with a trace of sweat dripping from her temples, but her eyes were as bright as stars!

Looking at Chen Changsheng who was stunned not far away, Zhao Linger smiled:

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

...

Although he did not become a swordsman in the world in his previous life, as the emperor of swords, Zhao Ling'er's understanding of the way of swordsmanship was far beyond that of ordinary people.

At this time, after rebirth due to inexplicable reasons, although most of the soul memories were sealed by the Roman system in order to protect the fragile soul.

But this love for swordsmanship is still deeply reflected in Zhao Ling'er's bones.

Whether it was to repay a favor, or simply because he had a good impression of Chen Changsheng, or because he couldn't bear to see Chen Changsheng swinging his sword with such brute force.

Zhao Ling'er has decided that she will share her experience with Chen Changsheng without any reservation.

"Captain, most of my memory seems to be blurred, but I still have some experience with the use of the sword."

"You have probably never used a similar weapon, so from now on, just practice the basic sword moves I teach you."

"You don't need to pursue too flashy moves. As long as you swing your sword a million times and these basic sword moves are reflected in your bones, you will already be a first-class swordsman in the world."

While speaking, Zhao Linger once again performed the eight forms of basic sword moves in slow motion:

"Stab!" "Cut!" "Tick!" "Hang!"

"Cloud!" "Point!" "Collapse!" "Cut!"

Only then did Chen Changsheng realize that Zhao Ling'er's graceful and agile sword dance just now was just a complex transformation of these eight basic movements.

Chen Changsheng had no doubts about Zhao Ling'er's announcement that he would teach him.

After all, he clearly felt the fatal threat in the sword dance just now.

His physical fitness may be much better than Zhao Ling'er, but in terms of combat skills, Zhao Ling'er is enough to be his teacher.

"Thank you Ling'er."

After Chen Changsheng nodded his thanks, he closed his eyes slightly and thought about the sword dance and moves he just saw.

Zhao Linger stood aside quietly. She was not sure whether Chen Changsheng in front of her had accepted everything.

After all, in Zhao Ling'er's view, Chen Changsheng did not have a corresponding talent for swordsmanship in his talent column.

So next, you may need to help him correct his movements repeatedly.

As if she thought of something, Zhao Ling'er's fair face blushed slightly.

(When teaching each other, it’s quite reasonable to have some skin-to-skin contact, right?)

Swish!

In the midst of his reverie, a sound broke through the air, and at some point, the iron sword in Chen Changsheng's hand was raised straight and thrust forward.

Chen Changsheng's originally frowning brows relaxed slightly. He relied on the memory in his mind and tried his best to imitate Zhao Ling'er's movements.

The sword just now had gathered more than 60% of the power.

But this was not enough. Under Zhao Ling'er's shocked gaze, the rough iron sword in Chen Changsheng's hand seemed to turn into a vast black swimming dragon.

Although the sword dance at this time is still insufficient in terms of power concentration compared to its own agility and sophistication.

But compared to the previous actions of a complete layman, there has been a lot of progress.

"Captain, what kind of monster are you?"

Under Zhao Ling'er's dull gaze, Chen Changsheng also performed a sword dance at this time.

Although it's still a bit jerky, the connection of the movements is also partially uncoordinated.

But he did understand and learn what he taught after briefly watching it twice.

Next, is the proficiency of water grinding skills.

...

Chen Changsheng had never felt so free, and he felt clear progress every time he swung his sword.

Zhao Ling'er's movements were recalled in his mind, the sense of coordination in which every ounce of effort was used just right.

The body is constantly adjusting according to the memory in the mind and the perception of the body.

It was obviously the same body, and it was just eight simple sword styles, but it made Chen Changsheng feel that he was several times stronger than before.

After all, the power of a piece of loose sand is completely different from the power of being condensed into one body and directed like an arm.

This time the sword dance was like a never-ending rainstorm, continuously venting its joy to the world.

Until ten hours later,

Zheng!

There was a buzzing sound, and the black iron sword was stabbed into the ground of the resting space.

But at this moment, Chen Changsheng seemed as if he had just been fished out of the water.

It was clear that I had not sweated during the sword dance before, but now as soon as it was over, a large amount of sweat immediately poured out along with the heat.

While panting slightly, Chen Changsheng felt a wave of fatigue coming from his whole body.

Although the sword dance just now only originated from eight basic movements, Chen Changsheng did his best in every movement with all his heart.

As a beginner, after ten hours of high-intensity training, he can already be said to be at the monster level.

And although his body was tired, Chen Changsheng's heart felt extremely happy and satisfied.

Chen Changsheng was very convinced,

He loves swords!

...

Not far away, on the coffee table that had just been redeemed, Zhao Linger was sitting sideways, exposing her beautiful calves.

She was eating the Wangwang senbei she had exchanged in her mouth, and looked at Chen Changsheng in admiration after the sword dance was over.

The originally entangled black forging had been slightly raised during the sword dance. At this time, a pair of beautiful eyes were looking at Chen Changsheng with satisfaction.

To be honest, classmate Ling'er could eat three big bowls of rice just for this live performance of a handsome guy dancing with a sword.