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Chapter 307 The Power of Sword Pill

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    This girl named "Meng Meng" looks harmless, but she exudes a youthful spirit from the inside out.

    Su Xia said nothing. She held the hilt of the sword with her right hand, slowly drew out the long sword and said, "I must defeat you today, otherwise I will not be able to calm down."

    "You still want to fight me?" Meng Meng asked with a smile, taking a step back.

    "He who holds this sword will drink all the wine as bitter wine." The moment Su Xia drew out the sword, the voice in her mind was followed by a desolate laugh.

    Su Xia smiled, this is the characteristic of this "bitter wine". Every time he draws the sword, this voice will appear in his mind.

    Seeing Su Xia draw her sword, Meng Meng said nothing and slowly drew out her pink sword.

    The crowd dispersed automatically, and there were three or five people watching from the outside.  But more people are not interested in this kind of fighting.  Because in Qihai Wufu, this kind of thing happens too much every day.  The people gathered here are all martial arts masters, and no one is convinced. A word or a look can trigger a fight. There is really nothing interesting to watch.

    Meng Meng looked at his pink long sword, then looked at the sword in Su Xia's hand, and said: "I think your sword is not bad. There are bronze inscriptions on the sword body. I guess it's not junk. However, my "Ying Hua Dian"  "Death" has reached the fourth level, so I can defeat you in three moves."

    Meng Meng made a sword move, closed her eyes slightly, and saw a few cherry blossoms emerging around her, with a faint electric light shining between the petals.

    After Su Xia saw the opponent raising his sword, the image of a lotus flower instantly appeared in his mind. There was a shadow standing on top of the lotus flower, practicing a set of sword techniques there.

    Su Xia had never been exposed to this sword technique before, but at this time she clearly knew that the name of this sword technique was "The Death of Sakura", and she also knew that this sword technique was created by a thousand and two hundred years old.  Before that, Zhang Yinghua, the great swordsman of the Northern Dynasties, created his own sword.  In terms of power, it belongs to the "Mid-grade Yellow Level" among the four levels of martial arts: "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang".  In terms of attributes, this sword move belongs to the "electricity" system, and it pays attention to the word "quick".  But this sword move has three fatal flaws precisely because it is focused on speed.

    In just a short moment, this information appeared in Su Xia's mind.  Moreover, the shadow on the lotus also demonstrates the three shortcomings of the sword move.

    Su Xia was surprised in her heart: "Is this the effect of the first-grade Blood Lotus Sword Pill? I didn't expect the effect to be so overbearing, that it can automatically deduce the sword skills seen?"

    Su Xia had long thought that the effect of the sword pill rewarded by the system would not be too ordinary, but she did not expect that after it was completely absorbed, the effect would be so overbearing.

    "Why are you standing there so stunned? Are you scared? Humph, look at the sword!" Meng Meng shouted coldly, and the pink sword shook, and the blade of the sword rippled with cherry blossom petals and stabbed towards him.

    Su Xia opened her eyes, the bitter wine sword pierced the air and stabbed back.  At the same time, the Supreme Level Qinggong Movement Technique "Super Progressive Triple Shadow" was activated, and the true body disappeared on the spot, leaving only a faint shadow.

    Ding!

    ‡Rà¥!

    "ah!"

    The pink sword fell to the ground with a sound. Meng Meng's face turned pale. He covered his right wrist with his left hand, and a trail of blood flowed from the gap between his fingers.

    The three or five students watching the battle rubbed their eyes at the same time. Their eyes were blankly looking at the pink sword on the ground, and then at Meng Meng's bleeding right wrist.

    Opposite me, Su Xia sheathed the bitter wine sword and said, "Bring it up quickly. The wound is only two millimeters deep. You can rest assured that the blade is non-toxic."

    Meng Meng stood there stupidly, unable to say a word.  I didn't even understand what happened. The move just now was just in the flash of lightning, and I felt a stinging pain in my right wrist. I subconsciously let go of my hand, and the sword fell to the ground.

    "Could it bethat I was hit by a sword? How is it possible? My Yinghua Electric Death is the fastest sword. How can it be faster than me?" Meng Meng's mind was confused, so he turned his head and looked at the side.  Fuck your best friend.

    Her best friend stood aside and watched the battle from beginning to end, her eyes widening even more than Meng Meng¡¯s.  At this time, she just shook her head blankly, which meant to tell Meng Meng that she didn't know what happened.

    "Dean Shimada is here." Someone said something.

    In the square, several students in the pavilions suddenly fell silent, those who were talking stopped talking, those who had breakfast stopped eating, and threw the remaining buns and pies into the trash can.  Everyone stood with their hands tied, including Meng Meng, who also picked up the sword that fell on the ground with a blank look on his face and stood in the team.

    In the rain, a woman wearing a pink-blue swordsman uniform walked over. Her face was covered by a translucent gauze, making it difficult to see her face clearly.  In her hand she held a tubeThe green bamboo branch is her signature weapon, and everyone in the Yunwu Academy knows it.

    "Hello, Dean." The students in Yunwu Class 1 saluted collectively.

    Su Xia also bowed in the crowd. Although he was immersed in the joy of defeating Meng Meng with just one move, on the surface, he was as solemn as the classmates around him.

    Dean Shimada did not hold an umbrella, but not a drop of rain fell on her.  The heels of her boots were very high, making a clicking sound when she stepped on the bluestone.

    She walked up to the students and said, "It's raining today, so we have a rain-watching class."

    "In ancient times, there was a famous sword sect named Yijian Tingyu Pavilion. This sect is the supreme martial arts, which can be understood by watching the rain."

    "Rain is the general trend of heaven and earth. From a physical and meteorological perspective, it is a natural phenomenon of water evaporation and condensation. But from an esoteric perspective, it is the blend of heaven and earth."

    "Today I will teach you the secret of watching rain. I will reward the top three students who understand it."

    Dean Shimada started explaining directly without any other words.  Her lecture style has always been like this, not chatting too much with the students.

    Su Xia has taken many classes from this dean and has long been accustomed to this style. Moreover, she has indeed gained some useful insights from her classes.

    But this time, Su Xia was thinking about how to ask for leave from her.

    "We all know that Jingtao Sword Technique is a water-based sword technique. It has five levels and a total of 150 moves. This sword technique is very powerful and many people practice it. In our class, if I didn't remember  If I'm wrong, there are five people practicing. Which five are they?" Dean Shimada asked.

    In the crowd, people raised their hands one after another, no more and no less than five people.

    "I didn't expect the dean's memory to be so good" Someone in the crowd whispered in surprise.

    "Who has cultivated to the fourth level of Dacheng?" Dean Shimada asked again.

    A tall and lanky boy took a step forward and said respectfully: "Student Li Wendao has been practicing "Jingtao Sword Art" for seven years and is now at the fourth level."

    Dean Shimada glanced at the boy and said: "There are one hundred and twenty moves in the fourth level of "Jingtao Sword Technique". Under normal circumstances, it would take two minutes and forty-three seconds for Li Wendao to complete these one hundred and twenty moves from scratch.  Right?"

    Li Wendao's eyes showed surprise and he said: "The yard is right, it's three minutes and forty-three seconds."

    Dean Shimada added: "The "Jingtao Sword Technique" is based on the power of water. Practicing in the rain will have a bonus. Therefore, in this rain, your sword speed will be faster. After practicing a set of sword techniques, it will take two to three points.  Thirteen seconds. Ten seconds faster than normal.¡±

    Li Wendao nodded, indicating that this was the case.

    Dean Shimada said: "I will teach you the secret of watching the rain and integrate it into the swordsmanship, which will speed up your sword moves by 15% again. After practicing one hundred and twenty moves, it only takes two minutes and six seconds to break through the limit.  You can enter for two minutes. This is the power of the secret of watching the rain."

    Li Wendao and all the students stared with shock.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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