Genshin Impact: The evil eye eroded me at the beginning, and I became an immortal in a hundred battl

Rice Wife, Haiji Island.

The sky in the distance flashed with purple thunder, enveloping the world.

In a military camp at the Haiji Island Resistance Headquarters.

A group of injured or young resistance soldiers were leaning against each other and looking into the center of the martial arts field.

There were two young figures who were not much different in age from them and already had a certain reputation in the resistance army. They were constantly fighting with each other, swords and swords flashing.

The two people in the field are both in their early twenties. The figure on the right is wearing a green shirt and has ordinary short hair. He stands tall and straight as a pine tree, and his expression is always calm.

The standard long sword in his hand felt awkward when wielding it. Every time he fought, he would find a flaw and retreat repeatedly.

However, although he was suppressed, he seemed to have a spiritual power. Every time his opponent's sword was about to be put on his neck, but just a little bit, he turned the situation around and dealt with it dangerously.

This also made the man on the right, who had always tried his best to show off his skills, grit his teeth. He clearly had an advantage, but it was difficult to end the fight.

"He Chuan, work harder! Don't let your own team members kill you again!"

Among the two, the former who was at a disadvantage was actually the more popular in the military camp. This has something to do with his identity.

Captain of the Carp Squadron.

Previously, He Chuan did hold important positions in the resistance at a young age.

The handsome man in front of him is also one of his team members and good brothers, Chang Yu.

"Brother Chuan, I won't let you watch the sword just because you are recovering from your injury!"

The Kaijijima resistance army specially hired swordsman masters to develop swordsmanship for the entire resistance army and teach them systematically.

The Coral Palace paid a high price for this, but it worked.

In the short two wars between the rebels and the shogunate, the rebels on the weaker side were able to win, which proves this point.

At this time, He Chuan saw at a glance that the trajectory of Changyu's attack was one of the final moves of "Yuanhailiu", the return of mountains and rivers.

It seems that this brother of mine was suppressed miserably before, and now he is in urgent need of regaining his confidence.

That being the case...

He Chuan turned sideways and put on an inexplicable posture.

Seeing the change of movements of the short-haired young man who was always calm in the martial arts arena, all the soldiers outside the arena couldn't help but twitch their lips.

again!

The former captain of the special operations team is an elite with a very solid foundation. His swordsmanship talent was recognized by Kitagawa Nagamitsu, who is the chief instructor of the resistance army and also the guest minister of Kaiji Island, and was also praised by Lord Goro.

But now, after being seriously injured and comatose by a famous samurai from the shogunate on the battlefield, his appearance has completely changed.

His sword was no longer calm and powerful, and his sword skills became inexplicable.

It can be said that the reason why Chang Yu was able to defeat him many times was closely related to the fact that he no longer used the general tactics taught by the army to deal with Chang Yu's attacks.

Chang Yu looked at the posture of He Chuan holding the sword in front of him and frowned instinctively.

What is it this time?

Some are like the stabbing in the basic starting posture of Yuan Hailiu, but the posture deviation is very large.

I can't understand it more and more.

He was a little angry at his captain's decadence, and he couldn't recover just because of a setback.

How could such a random movement break his long-prepared combo!

"In this case, I will accept this victory."

Chang Yu suddenly leaned forward and flew out like a hawk. His pace and body direction formed an angle, completely blocking He Chuan's route of action.

Although the Mountain and River Return move is a single-target killer move, it has many variations on the battlefield and is like a snake oil move.

When he arrived in front of He Chuan like an army of swordsmen, all variations were no longer needed.

He Chuan must use his own strength to deal with the attack he is charging forward. Both sides are ordinary people. At this time, He Chuan can no longer resist.

Everyone in the field who has a certain knowledge of sword theory already has the answer to this battle in their mind.

He can casually break through a charged attack and hone his skills to at least the level of Master Beichuan.

Weapons clash.

He Chuan stood sideways, trying to break his face.

But he lacked strength and staggered back, losing his balance.

Changyu narrowed his eyes and turned his wrist, and raised the sword that he had cut off again, and the momentum did not decrease but increased.

He Chuan blocked again and took four steps back.

Then a series of collisions exploded like firecrackers.

Changyu's sword meandered like flowing water, changing from upward to sweeping, and then into scattered arcs of light. At the same time, every blow is as heavy as a mountain.

This is the improvement brought to them by the exquisite sword school. The sword in their hands is not only a weapon, but also a tool to stimulate their own power.

On the other hand, He Chuan's defensive posture was weak and weak, and he had retreated to the edge of the school field.

The onlookers no longer looked at the field. This was supposed to be a battle of disparity in strength, but in the end it turned into a battle of disparity in strength.

The veterans began to review the new recruits. Don't imitate He Chuan on the battlefield, otherwise no matter how strong you are, you will die in vain.

"Finish!"

The last sword!

As the sword was swung, Chang Yu's long breath also poured out.

In front of him, He Chuan's eyes flashed with light, and he suddenly jumped and hit the sword.

The sword was a blunt sword used for drills, so it would not kill anyone, but Chang Yu keenly sensed that He Chuan's route would avoid the long sword dangerously.

Want to hide!

But you can't roll over in the gutter.

Chang Yu shouted loudly, and his breath was instantly disordered, but the path of the sword changed accordingly, keeping up with He Chuan, whose speed increased dramatically.

In an instant, the winner was decided.

Changyu's shout brought back the soldiers whose attention had been distracted.

The soldiers watched intently for a while.

After a moment of silence, his eyes wandered away again.

"I'm telling you, if you go to the battlefield and see someone playing like this, don't ask questions, just rush in and chop them down. This is all for nothing."

"After two and a half years of hard training in swordsmanship, I am better than my opponent in every aspect. The advantage lies in how he loses. Do you understand now?"

The recruits on the sidelines nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Being dishonest is not a sin, being promiscuous is.

Chang Yu gasped and turned to look at He Chuan, who was holding his waist and slowly getting up from the ground with a gray face.

"If it had been a real sword just now, you would have been cut in half. Now you should understand. If you continue to pursue that illusory thing, you won't even have a chance to defeat Takeda Ruins."

Patting the dust on his plain green shirt, He Chuan smiled and said, "Maybe, but it doesn't make much difference whether he can beat Takeda Ruins or not."

Chang Yu clenched his fists and his eyes were a little red, "Is there not much difference?"

"Not big." He Chuan shook his head.

Yuan Hailiu is a basic swordsmanship and does not have the ability to kill enemies at higher stages. Takedagu is just a small centurion in the Kaiji Island resistance army, but Teyvat is very big.

"So? You want to create your own style so you can become stronger?"

He Chuan thought for a while, "Not necessarily, but the chance is greater than the Yuanhai Current."

"Stubborn!"

Chang Yu felt a little resentful, but there was nothing he could do.

"Kagejima will send Master Kitagawa as envoy to the shogunate in four days. Do you know the news?"

He and He Chuan slowly walked to the edge of the school field. At this time, another group of people entered the school field, got into position, and new shouts and cheers came.

"I've heard about it." He Chuan was stunned and replied: "Eight rebel soldiers will be sent to accompany us at that time. Our special team's chances should be higher. What, do you want to go?"

Chang Yu hated the iron and said: "I'm asking you if you want to go! Don't you want to practice your broken sword skills? Now you have the opportunity to ask Master Beichuan and let him teach you personally. How can you miss this opportunity!"

He Chuan was startled. Indeed, he had ignored this. If there is a kendo master to give guidance, it is better than doing it behind closed doors.

So he said seriously: "Of course I will go, I'm just asking you what you think. It's more convenient for two people to move together."

"But it's not easy to enter the selection. We have seven or eight special teams on the North Road. Counting those ten centurions, the competition will probably be fierce." Changyu sighed.

"Don't worry, other teams are not facing disbandment like us and have a lot of time to relax. They have missions and they don't have the chance to compete with us."

"Makes sense."

While the two were chatting and laughing, an inappropriate voice broke in, interrupting the gradually improving atmosphere.

"I don't think that's necessarily the case. There are several bereaved dogs on the battlefield who are barely clinging to life. It's fine that Master Wulang didn't deal with you with military law. Now you still want to join Master Beichuan's mission? Could it be that you were beaten stupid? In Let’s talk in our sleep in broad daylight.”

They looked up and saw a young man in coarse cloth leaning against the outer wall of the school grounds, throwing stones with one hand and talking to himself without looking at them.

"Harada, I see your skin is itchy again!"

Changyu grinned and rolled up his sleeves.

This guy is the standard dog-legger of Takeda Ruins. He had never dealt with them before. He was taught a lesson for making sarcastic remarks. But after a short time, the scars were healed and the pain was forgotten.

A hand gripped his shoulder.

"Pay attention to your identity as member Changyu."

Changyu turned his head in disbelief.

I saw He Chuan Shi Shiran walking forward without even glancing at Harada, just talking to himself.

"We are members of the special operations team. We have shed blood and sweat on the battlefield. Even if we are in private time now, we have no obligation to talk nonsense with a little ordinary soldier who is just struggling on the battlefield. If there is any problem, Just tell his boss then, he’s not at the right level.”

The disdain in his words was only much greater than Harada's previous tone, and even his calm attitude made people feel even more maddening.

"Haha, the captain is right. No matter who you are, you are here to challenge our special operations team." Only then did Changyu react. He laughed and swept the ethereal dust on his shoulders.

The two of them passed directly by Harada. This way of facing off caused Harada's young and energetic mentality to burst instantly. Ever since he became the dog-legger of Takeda Rui, when had he ever been so angry!

"He Chuan! You are a waste that cannot be protected by your own team members. You were seriously injured by the shogunate samurai casually. What qualifications do you have to bark here and be a special operations team? Die on the battlefield as soon as possible. Don't add trouble to your vase sister. Trouble!"

He Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he walked forward, and his steps were no longer light.

"Let's go." He said softly to Changyu.

Fighting is not good. Changyu had beaten Harada and received a heavy military punishment.

This is purely disgusting. Harada knows what will happen to him. He can get a beating and gain favor from Takedagu, but he can also use military regulations to punish his opponent.

Injuring the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred by yourself is a trade that does not make a loss.

To deal with such people, either ignore them or beat them to death.

A mangy dog ​​doesn't remember pain, because it only eats when people bark away.

The two of them walked away, but Harada's anger behind him became more and more intense. This sheer disregard made him feel that his small dignity was greatly insulted.

Reminiscing about the scene I saw on the school ground earlier, He Chuan's fighting ability was countless times weaker than before...

The blood and energy surged in his brain, and he suddenly got angry. He picked up the wooden stick next to him and rushed forward.

"He Chuan, who do you think you are? How dare you look down on me!"

Harada made up his mind that Changyu couldn't beat him to death. As long as he repeated his last experience this time, he would not lose, and he might even hit He Chuan on the head more.

If things go on like this, no one dares to look down on him. Everyone is fighting for his life. He worked for Takeda Market not to become more and more humble.

In front of him, He Chuan had already been upset by his three consecutive taunts. Just like the keyboard warriors who met online before, they will not just criticize you, they will find ways to greet all relatives and friends related to you. .

There used to be a sound legal system, but now in a country where the gods do whatever they want, you kid dares to talk like that.

Just when he was still thinking about how to make Harada leave in a disgraceful manner, this kid actually showed up at his door.

Everyone is a beneficiary of the "Yuan Hailiu", and He Chuan, as one of the leaders who has been praised by many masters, has basic skills that are superior to most people on Haiji Island.

Even with his back to Harada at this moment, and just focusing on listening to the footsteps he made when he moved, He Chuan felt as if he knew the other party's movements clearly.

Without him, only familiar with Seoul.

The steps behind him were two deep and one shallow, and then he obviously jumped up high. The sound of dancing sticks came in the middle of the wind, which was obviously a small killing move in the "Abyssal Current".

"Waves kill!"

It was only while Harada was talking that Changyu realized that this sixth man was carrying out a sneak attack. As early as Harada took the second step, He Chuan's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Harada, you are brave!"

Before Chang Yu could finish his words, he saw a scene that shocked him extremely.

He Chuan, who was originally walking side by side with him, turned around and stepped back, lowering his body. He held the sheath in his left hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

When Harada's wooden stick was empty, the moment he landed on the ground and adjusted his center of gravity, an extremely violent bolt of lightning shot out, and the silver-white light and shadow instantly touched Harada's throat.

A trace of blood flowed from it to the sword.

"Hand... show mercy."

Beside He Chuan, Chang Yu moved his eyes from the red sword tip to He Chuan with difficulty.

He turned his head and saw that He Chuan's sword had defeated the enemy...

He Chuan looked at Harada who was frightened for a moment indifferently, and released his murderous intention without any scruples.

"Do you think the rebels will severely punish a former special operations team captain who accidentally killed the spy because of a rebel suspected of being a spy of the shogunate?"

Harada was stunned the moment the sword was pressed against his throat. The sharp sword wind made him think he was going to die.

At this time, he couldn't feel the pain of the skin being pierced in his throat, and he couldn't process the information of He Chuan's words. His brain was completely shut down and he kept mumbling.

"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

He Chuan glanced at the yellow liquid flowing from his trouser legs to the ground with disgust, and said in a cold voice: "Get out!"

Harada felt like he was being pardoned. He shrank his head back, turned around, wielded a stick and staggered away like a mollusk.

"Brother Chuan, this sword of yours...isn't it Yuan Hailiu?" Changyu hesitated for a long time but did not recover.

This exquisite sword has the destructive power of a killing move, but it does not have any pre-charged moves.

He Chuan shook his head, stroked the blade of the sword, closed his eyes and recalled the feeling just now, with a smile on his lips.

"Maybe I have a clue."