Chapter 8 The collision of swords and arrows

Time flies, and a year and a half has passed. On top of the sword, Qian Renhan, wearing a platinum attire and long golden hair, is wielding a long sword made of special materials. The long sword is not pointed.

I saw Qian Renhan closing his eyes and slashing into the air, with all kinds of sword skills at his fingertips, without any confusion or pause.

Qian Daoliu on the side nodded slightly, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. He stepped on his foot and kicked a small piece of gravel towards Qian Renhan's door.

Qian Renhan, who was wielding his sword, seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the small rocks coming toward his door, and quickly smashed them with his fists.

"Okay, okay, Xiaohan, you can sense the incoming stones. You have barely stepped into the first level of the sword realm, where the human sword becomes one. Grandpa has basically taught you the basics. The rest can only be relied on. You have to explore for yourself." Qian Daoliu said happily, blindly following him to learn and imitate his swordsmanship, so that in the future he will just become the next him. Only by letting Qian Renhan go his own way can he be more successful. The possibility of inheriting the throne of the Divine Ancestor.

"I know grandpa."

Qian Renhan nodded, looking at the dust on his panicked defensive fists, a trace of dissatisfaction emerged in his heart. He was still a little less flexible with the sword. After all, if it was a real fight, and he used his fists to resist instead of the sword, then he would have a My hand is probably going to be disabled.

At this moment, Guang Ling Douluo, an old naughty boy dressed in snow, landed next to Qian Daoliu with a smile on his face.

"Guang Ling, what are you doing here if you don't go to practice? You are messing around again." Qian Daoliu said seriously. It is okay for Guang Ling to play with his granddaughter. After all, the granddaughter has not awakened the martial spirit and has not officially started to practice, but his grandson has already Like a soul master, he had high hopes for Qian Renhan, so how could he waste his precious sword training time on Guang Ling?

Guang Ling smiled and said: "Brother, Xiaohan, I have good news to inform you."

Qian Daoliu asked, "What news?"

"Xiao Dong'er, she has calmed down the influence of the Killing City and will be back soon."

Qian Renhan frowned, so quickly, Bibi Dong left the killing city half a year ago to calm down the murderous intention. He expected that it would take at least a year to calm down the murderous intention, but it turned out to be half a year ahead of schedule.

"Then let's wait until she comes back." Qian Daoliu calmed down and warned: "Xiaohan, practice your sword well and strive to completely enter the realm of human and sword integration. Don't mess around with Guang Ling."

Qian Daoliu also gave Guang Ling Douluo a warning look before leaving.

"Grandpa Guang Ling, come practice with me." Qian Renhan called to Guang Ling Douluo who was about to leave.

"Huh? Xiaohan, how can grandpa accompany you to practice? Our weapons are completely different." Guangling Douluo smiled. He used a bow and Qian Renhan used a sword to guide the use of soul power and control what he was good at, but Qian Renhan did not awaken. Wuhun.

Qian Renhan waved a sword flower and replied: "Grandpa Guangling, you are not the most powerful archer soul master in the mainland. You can hit wherever you want with an ice arrow. You can also turn around at will. Come and try to aim at me. I will use my sword." , for your arrows, it can also be regarded as a simulation of actual combat."

"Okay." Guang Ling agreed simply. A person's life should be about enjoying life in time. With his talent, reaching the current state is already the limit. Instead of sitting stupidly in the secret practice room and doing those meaningless things. Instead of meditating, have some fun.

Ten meters away, nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and five black, appeared under Guang Ling's feet. One of them was taller than his entire body. It was completely icy blue, and there were blue-purple ice at the ends forming a wing-like decoration. , the extremely gorgeous bow and arrow fell into his hand.

"Xiao Han, be careful." Guang Ling gently pulled the bow string with his right hand, and the chill released all over his body condensed into a small ice arrow the size of a finger. Under his meticulous control of soul power, this small ice arrow could not even penetrate the bark of a tree. .

The bow string vibrated slightly, and the small ice arrow flew out at a speed of ten meters per second under the control of Guang Ling Douluo's soul power. This speed was not even one-tenth of the speed of civilian hunters' bows, which was enough to prove that Guang Ling Douluo The mastery of his own cultivation has reached such a terrifying level that the old naughty boy only started to play when he really had no place to practice.

The sword light flashed, and the clear sound of ice cracking sounded.

Qian Renhan smiled and said: "Grandpa Guangling, my practice for the past year and a half has not been in vain."

"Oh, really? Grandpa will increase the dosage."

Light Ling Douluo's soul power condensed again, and three small ice arrows with the same size as before appeared. The three arrows paused before and after less than a second before shooting out. Their speed was one minute faster than before, but they were beaten one by one by Qian Renhan. broken.

"Xiaohan, your mother will be back in a few days. Why are you not happy at all when I heard it before?" Guang Ling asked, without stopping the movement of her hands, trying to distract Qian Renhan and increase the difficulty.

"Happy, why should I be happy? She will come back as soon as she comes back. If you don't talk about her, I will almost forget about her." Qian Renhan replied, not making any unnecessary movements with his hands to answer the question.

Guang Ling was not surprised and murmured: "This child is really indifferent. He is completely opposite to Xiaoxue."

A minute later, an ice arrow passed through Qian Renhan's defense, floated on his right shoulder, and made close contact with his clothes.

"Okay, Xiaohan, that's it for practice." Guang Ling sucked his hand, and the ice arrow returned to his hand, spinning back and forth on his fingers.

"It's not over yet, Grandpa Guangling."

There were two sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground. Qian Renhan shook his wrist and drew his sword again.

Guang Ling was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "You kid, come again then."