. Stopping was not a problem for her.

"Of course not."

A big hand was on the top of Xia Er's head, stroking, the gentle voice sounded like a gentle spring breeze, the father's handsome face with some backlight in the sun, can not see clearly. Just remember that the touch above my head was very comfortable.

"If you are not my daughter.

The memories came to an abrupt halt, with several swords and lights that were aggressive and painful.

Fighting with Shen Yiren, Xia Er couldn't help recalling what his father said to her three years ago.

Her father was right.

After reaching the end of the storm, Xia's progress before was like a dream bubble. No matter how he practiced, there were only ups and downs, and it was difficult to make progress. -At first she didn't feel anything.

But her dad was right.

The daughter of the Minghua language has a stronger competitive spirit than ordinary people.

Shen Yiren's martial arts are not too clever.

Her swordsmanship is still pretty good, but only looks like it, it is far worse than the sixth son, not to mention her father. It's hard to get into the law.

The martial arts she uses are not particularly powerful, either in the palm or in the hands. Purely in terms of internal force, the two of them are only behind-Shen Yiren ’s internal force is slightly higher-aged at the age, but that's the case, the power is not everything. The strength between them is enough to cause damage to each other, but only the one who hits can win.

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But this is the guy who does not have any outstanding characteristics in martial arts, but defeated Xia Er.

She raised her hands like a tiger, aggression like fire, and speed like wind. It's like being able to smell your flaws-before you can move, you can stab at it with accuracy. Even if the sword was not desirable except for its beautiful posture, it was not even a move, but it forced her to retreat.

The sword shadow of Shen Yiren fell into four different positions. Xia Er managed to dodge, avoiding the sword skills of the opponent. Pulled away a distance, dodging this tiger-like girl.

After seeing the smile on her mouth and the wary eyes, she realized why she reminded herself of what Dad said.

This person may not be a powerful swordsman, but she is indeed a warrior who knows what the battle is. She knew what she was doing and where she was going without any confusion. So her state will not stagnate.

Although she didn't want to think that way, Xia Er couldn't help but feel that she, like her brother.

"Hey, ask you a question." Xia Er stared at Shen Yiren, pouting his mouth and said not very happy.

I asked, but I don't know if I will answer.

"You ... why are you obsessed with becoming stronger?

Shen Yiren's face was calm and smiled lightly.

"Win me, let me tell you."

"Then I'll wait for you to say." Xia Er said.

Centered on Xia Er-the airflow began an inexplicable change. Her eyes also became sharper.

"Three years ago, Dad told me that I had reached the end of my martial arts, and I couldn't make any progress unless I retrained. I knew from the beginning that I couldn't do it. Not because I was stupid, but because I had seen it How hard and desperate the people are. I ca n’t find a reason to work like them. Until I almost lost my most important person forever. I never hated my weakness so much.

Later, I discarded what I learned and practiced again. "Even the part I didn't want to practice.

The forest wind was sharp, blowing the dead leaves. When it fell again, it fell slowly according to some rules. Xia Er, standing under countless fallen leaves, is like a night elf.

"Is this the" Materia Medica "? It seems that you have broken the bottleneck of that year?

"I knew I told you this. But now that you know, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Shen Yiren smiled slightly, raised the sword slowly, and stood in front of him.

"I've often been told that there is no sword heart. I don't take the sword as a thing, so that the sword is no different from the boxing fist. There won't be any great achievements in sword skills. But no matter how I practice, I will not bear the sword. Dad is the sword. Don't you ask me why I want to be strong? I can answer you now. I have my own desire to achieve. The wild ... also has an unforgivable past.

Under Xia's gaze, Shen Yiren's sword slowly fell to his side, becoming a natural posture.

"But I have changed a bit recently. I recently saw a swordsman who was respected in the past. He struggled on the line of dignity, conscience, and power, corruption, hatred. He faced- -Challenges again and again, the torment of conscience and hatred, still tied everything to his sword. In the end he lost, but that was the first time I could hear the sword talking.

His sword is roaring, roaring, and angry at the injustice of heaven. That was the first time I saw what a swordsman's sword should look like.

The leaves all over the sky suddenly condense for a moment, as if countless leaves were stabbed by swords and condensed in the air. However, time resumed flowing and the leaves continued to fall.

Xia Er narrowed his eyes slowly: "Sword meaning?"

The swordman's realm of swordsmanship has always been on a par with the realm of warriors. Although there are several differences, the main enemies of swordsman swordsmen are only fighters.

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