At The Beginning, I Swung My Sword A Million Times, And I Shocked The Whole School

Chapter 52 Sword Nine, Six Thousand Miles

Return home.

Jiang Ling put down his schoolbag and helped Lin Tian to the sofa.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but she kept looking at Lin Tian, "Did you laugh secretly just now?"

"Abba."

Lin Tian's eyes were dim and he sat on the sofa blankly, getting even more drunk.

What did you say?

I don’t know.

Seeing Lin Tian's delay in responding, Jiang Ling sighed, "Am I overthinking?"

She thought the other party was pretending to be drunk, but in fact he was hiding a conspiracy.

Looks really drunk now.

Jiang Ling turned around and walked to the kitchen, her heart beating wildly when she thought of the scene where Lin Tian fell on her just now.

"Hey, wake up!"

She kept telling herself inwardly.

Anyway, he's drunk and won't remember anything early tomorrow morning.

In the living room.

Lin Tian sat on the sofa with an expression of afterthought.

Soft and fragrant.

Just now, he originally wanted to kiss her lightly.

But considering the existence of Uncle Jiang, a sixth-level awakener, he restrained himself.

After all, if it really did.

If you kiss her, you will lose your life.

It's really not worth it.

"Here, drink."

At this time, Jiang Ling came to Lin Tian with a cup of warm honey water, "Drink and go to bed."

Lin Tian was indifferent.

"What's wrong?"

"My hands are weak, please feed me." Lin Tian pretended to be weak, put a hand on his forehead, and complained, "Oh, I feel dizzy, my whole body is weak, and I feel uncomfortable."

As he spoke, one hand moved toward the other side to catch the water glass, "Hey? Why is the water missing?"

"You!" Jiang Ling clenched his fist with his left hand, "Are you pretending?"

"Aba Aba."

Jiang Ling: "..."

"Come on, open your mouth!"

Um!

enjoy.

…

After drinking the honey water, Jiang Ling went back.

"Go to bed quickly. Don't drink so much next time. Remember to call me if you need anything."

After saying that, she left the room.

on the sofa.

Lin Tian sat quietly, letting the alcohol rush through his body.

He was even more drunk.

His expression was solemn, and he seemed to feel the sword heart in his body trembling slightly.

[I feel that the host is drunk and has entered the realm of wine and sword fairy! 】

[Every time you swing the sword, you can trigger double critical hits, and the rewards and times will increase exponentially! 】

[When the host sobers up, it will automatically exit the artistic conception. 】

[Tip: The probability of entering the Jiujianxian mood again is 0.03%. If you choose to be the dog of the system, the probability can increase significantly. 】

"I bother!"

Lin Tian directly ignored the fourth line.

He picked up the wooden sword.

Now that we have entered the artistic conception of the so-called Jiu Sword Fairy.

Then you can't let it go easily.

By virtue of being able to trigger critical strikes, the number of sword swings exceeded 10,000 in one fell swoop.

This is how to welcome three days later.

The gods revive.

Come to the balcony.

Lin Tian's body was filled with the aroma of wine.

His eyes were even more drunk, and there was only one thing left in his consciousness.

Swing the sword.

Thanks to the alcohol, the warm wind seemed to have become much cooler.

Instantly.

The artistic conception of time that I realized some time ago was also released at the same time.

In Lin Tian's eyes.

The four seasons turn around, and summer disappears in the blink of an eye.

Time is like an hourglass.

It goes by bit by bit.

[Trigger critical strike! Swing the sword twice and get the reward: two sword intentions! 】

Unknowingly.

The heart scene that belongs exclusively to Lin Tian has come to Qiqiu at this moment.

The withered and yellow leaves are falling apart.

He stood on the top of the rocky mountain and looked down.

The lone boat floated along the river, and the old man sat alone on the bow, fishing here with a fishing rod in his hand.

Those who use the sword can cast a scene in their hearts.

In order to make one's own kendo more stable and refined.

His state of mind.

It was somewhat similar to the artistic conception when I first met the old man Xiaoyao.

hum!

The wooden sword was held in Lin Tian's hand and swung downward continuously.

it's here.

He cannot feel the passage of time.

Lin Tian will consciously withdraw from here until the rewards and times are no longer critical.

[Currently, I have swung the sword 8,000 times in total! 】

[Xiaoyao Sword Intent has reached great success! 】

[Achievements improve, the host has a deeper understanding of kendo, and his strength has greatly increased! 】

…

Hours flew by.

His realm of Xiaoyao Sword Intent has stepped from the Dacheng just now to the perfection in an instant.

Lin Tian was amazed in his heart.

He didn't expect that he would be so aware of the benefits brought to him by the Jiujian Immortal Artistic Conception.

In the last few swings of the sword, he slowly found out.

After triggering a critical strike, it is not just rewards and times that are doubled.

Even the efficiency of understanding the sword has become much faster.

[Currently, the sword has been swung 10,000 times in total! 】

[Reward: top sword move, sword nine-six thousand miles! 】

at the moment of reward.

Lin Tian's mental scene has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At some point in time, the originally desolate mountain range became more human-like.

Villages appeared from afar.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Lin Tian was shocked by the changes in front of him.

He seemed to see children in the village playing with candied haws in their hands and pigtails.

He also saw a knight in brocade clothes galloping along the path on a fine horse.

Just when Lin Tian lamented why his mood had changed like this.

A wrinkled, white-haired old man with one missing front tooth suddenly came from behind him.

It was different from the happy old man I saw for the first time.

The simple-looking old man in front of him obviously had a bit of quack aura about him.

And behind him was a sword box made of old wood.

As soon as he saw Lin Tian, the old man smiled and said, "My lord, do you want to learn?"

It's two short words, but Lin Tian knows the meaning very well.

He became curious.

It was the first time that the old man Xiaoyao taught him the sword intent of Xiaoyao.

So what did the experienced old man in the rivers and lakes in front of him teach him?

"study!"

Lin Tian cupped his hands to show his respect.

"Young Master, you have to be careful." The old man smiled honestly, "Although my sword is ordinary in shape, the deep meaning in it cannot be understood overnight."

"Ask for instructions."

Lin Tian replied respectfully.

"Okay." The old man said happily, and then he patted the sword case with his skinny hands.

wink.

While unfolding the sword box, he held a long sword in his hand.

"My lord is very talented, the best I've ever seen." The old man said, with the wind and frost in his eyes, "This sword is what I have learned all my life."

In an instant.

The old man gently handed out the sword with one hand, "My sword is named, Sword Nine—Six Thousand Miles!"

Silver sword energy suddenly flew out from the blade.

Lin Tian looked at it pleasingly.

Above the sky, the silver sword energy suddenly drew a deep ravine, hanging upside down thousands of miles away.

In the forest, there is a song of eight immortals kneeling, and the bad horse and rice wine are six thousand miles away.

Lin Tian stood on the top of the mountain.

He seemed to have seen the old man's former splendor in this sword.

When returning to God.

Thousands of miles of sword energy is gone.

Only one weather-beaten old man and a bowl of yellow rice wine remained.

He sighed, and cheerfully put the sword away in the sword case.