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At the base of the Thunder God Mercenary Group in Seyn City, a series of rapid coughs came from the captain's bedroom. The sound was so difficult that it seemed as if the person who was coughing was about to cough out his lungs. The tank was lying on the bed with a pale face, holding a towel with one hand weak and covering his mouth. When he lifted it up occasionally, there was a shocking bloody red on the towel.

In the room, the human young man Mo Fei looked at the tank at a loss, his face full of worry. He was the waiter of the tank, and he was usually responsible for the daily life of the tank. Now he is also responsible for the sick tank. However, the tank's condition has not improved since he returned, but has become more and more serious. The coughing time is getting longer and longer, and it is getting more and more miserable. Every time he coughs, looking at the tank's arduous look, Mo Fei is really afraid that he will cough to death like this.

The best doctors and the best priests in Serin City have to see the tank. The Rivi Alliance is a country that believes in the God of Nature. The priests of the Temple of Nature are very good at treating injuries. But both doctors and priests are helpless about the tank's condition.

"Heart illness also requires heart medicine..." This is what the priest said when he left after seeing the tank's injury.

Mo Fei naturally knew what the heart disease of the tank was. The word Black Dragon is not only the heart disease of the tank, but also the heart disease of the entire Thunder God Mercenary Group. Thunder God, one of the three first-level mercenary groups in the south, was made like this by a small mercenary group with only fifteen people. In the end, it was impossible to touch a single hair from the other party. If you talk about this, it would be a laughing at the big teeth of everyone in the entire mercenary world. Now that Thunder God's mercenaries are out, they no longer have the arrogant look they used to be.

During this period, Thor's business plummeted. Many of the big customers used to interrupt their cooperation with Thor because no one dared to hand over their lives and property to Thor who could not even handle a dozen mercenaries. Thor is facing a very serious crisis of trust. Unless Thor can handle this trouble in a very short time, the consequences will become more and more serious.

Unfortunately, Thunder God has not even touched the shadow of others until now. The fifteen people seemed to have turned into air and disappeared completely in the net of heaven and earth set by Thunder God. They finally appeared in the place very close to the Dark Swamp. Some people speculated that they might have entered the Dark Swamp, but no one could believe this speculation. After all, the Dark Swamp, the forbidden area of ​​life, is famous outside, and there has never been an example of people entering it alive. No one thinks that the people of the Black Dragon Mercenary Group would be so stupid and would run into the Dark Swamp to die.

Mo Fei was very willing to run into the dark swamps with no choice but to be completely devoured by the poisonous fog and swamps. But the leader of the regiment, Rektin, did not think so. Thor now needs to do something to save his declining credibility. The best way is to find out the guys of the Black Dragon and behead them and show them publicly, so as to tell the world that Thor is not easy to mess with. So Rektin drew all the hands of Thor, trying to find out the traces of those guys as soon as possible, to see people alive and corpses alive.

But unfortunately..., the tank's condition became more and more serious, and they were all angry.

"Weapons are extensions of the body. Martial arts pursue the mind to move at will and the shape to turn at will, turning the weapon into a part of the body, as flexible as one's own hands and feet." In an open space next to the altar of reincarnation, Tuk danced with his two swords while pointing at the black dragon's sword technique. He saw the sword lights around him, as flexible as a butterfly, and as pleasing to the eye as a dance. Every move and gesture are so natural, just like what he said, the knife is as flexible as his body in his hands.

"Any martial arts cannot be separated from three elements, namely fast, accurate, and ruthless. Fast and ruthlessness complement each other. The faster the speed, the greater the destructive power. But fast and accurate are contradictory to each other." Speaking of this, Tuk's speed suddenly became extremely slow, slashing a weed on the ground like slow motion, and the blade fell accurately on the tip of the grass. However, such slow movements did not have destructive power at all, and the weeds were just bent.

"If you use a slow speed, many people can be accurate, but they have no destructive power. Therefore, the first step in practicing martial arts is to maintain accuracy at high speed." Tuk lifted his long sword and slashed it quickly again. A cold light flashed by, and the weeds were neatly divided into two halves.

The black dragon nodded suddenly.

Tuk continued: "There are many ways to hold the knife, each of which has its own advantages. Male pressing, index finger buckle, and other three fingers lightly hold, this method is called clamping. The force of this knives is mainly concentrated on the pin and index finger, which can have greater room for change and keep it flexible." As he said, Tuk held the long knife and signaled to me, and he saw his pinning the handle of the knife, pressing the index finger on the other side, and the other three fingers were holding it virtually. The index finger buckled the thumb up and down, and the tip of the knife swayed up and down.

"However, this knife-holding method has a big disadvantage, that is, all the power is concentrated between the two fingers, and the requirement for finger strength is very high. In addition, there is also a full grip, four fingers hold the handle of the knife, and the thumb presses against the index finger. This knife-holding method is most conducive to chopping, because it can use all the power in the hand. Then it is a reverse grip." Speaking of this, Took's fingers turned flexibly, and the long sword turned in the opposite direction, holding it in his hand.

"Reverse grip can make your attack more tricky and make people unable to defend against." Then Tuk explained several relatively rarely used methods of holding the knife: "Each method of holding the knife has its own advantages and disadvantages. In combat, you must change quickly. The faster the change, the better." Tuk used the method of full grip to slash a void in the empty space in front of him, and then quickly changed his hand and gripped the blade backwards. The speed of the two swords was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.

Heilong carefully recorded Tuke's explanation and subconsciously practiced these knife-holding methods.

"The knife has a single side, with a long blade and a thick back, which is conducive to chopping and chopping, so most of the knife techniques are chopping and chopping. Slash, sweep, twitch, and stab are the most basic movements in the knife technique. Any knife technique cannot be separated from these four movements. It can even be said that the so-called knife technique is a combination of these four movements. After practicing these four movements until they are superb, raising your hands and feet are all methods. All I can teach you is how to practice these four movements to be proficient." After Tuk finished speaking, the dark red light under the helmet was fixedly facing me, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, the meaning in the light was: Do you understand?

Heilong nodded. Tuke said it very easily and easily understood. He naturally understood it. Instead, he thought it was too simple.

Tuc seemed to see his doubts and said seriously: "The knife is not something to be said, but something to be practiced."

Heilong was stunned and even more confused. This sentence was a bit profound and he didn't understand it very well.

Tuk held a long knife in both hands, raised his head high, and slashed hard in front of him. Then he looked at me and said, "Practice it ten thousand times according to my movement."

Ten thousand times?! Heilong looked at Tuk in a daze, and finally understood what his words, "Knife is practiced" meant. Ten thousand times, it seems not easy.

Following his example, the black dragon raised his sword and slashed it in front of him.

"Stop!" Tuk immediately stopped and continued, "You have to use the strength of your waist and legs." After saying that, he demonstrated again, and saw his feet slightly split, bent a certain arc, and when he swung the knife, his whole body tilted forward slightly. The blade slashed through the air sharply, causing a shrill cry.

Tuke personally demonstrated and corrected step by step. After a few times, the Black Dragon finally learned to exert force with his waist and legs together. With a false chop, it turned out to be much stronger.

Once, twice, three times... The black dragon buried his head in practice the chopping movement. For every 100 chops, he would mark a knife mark on the ground. After practicing for 10,000 times, it became dark.

"Sweep again, ten thousand times." As soon as the black dragon stopped, Tuk immediately demonstrated another move, and then said.

After two days, the Black Dragon carefully practiced the four movements of striking, sweeping, and thorns for 10,000 times. Fortunately, he was not tired of an immortal creature, otherwise he might be exhausted alive. Then Tuk found two stone pillars and stood up on the ground, ten centimeters apart from each other, and asked him to practice chopping against the stone pillars, requiring the blade to pass through the gap between the stone pillars.

Every time he cuts, he uses all his strength, so it is difficult to maintain accuracy. At the beginning, the black dragon often chops on the stone pillars, and the steel knife suddenly rolls. Fortunately, when he robs Thunder God, the black dragon robs many weapons and is not afraid of waste. After cutting more than a dozen ordinary long swords, the black dragon finally grasps a little trick.

After the black dragon practiced for 10,000 times, Tuk reduced the gap between the stone pillars by five centimeters, and asked him to continue practicing again and again. After chopping and chopping, the gap between the stone pillars narrowed little by little, and finally shrank to only a little wider than the back of a knife. This time, the black dragon took two days and two nights to chop for 50,000 times before practicing until each time accurately cut into the gap without touching the stone pillars.

Next is sweep, twitch, and stab. Whenever you practice an action, Tuk sets up a prop, leaving a little gap on it, requiring the black dragon to break into the gap every time, and cannot touch the prop itself, so as to train his accuracy.

Repeating the same movements continuously is very boring, and it feels so boring that the black dragon feels like sleeping. The body of an undead creature will not be tired, but the boring repetition can make the soul bored.

Another ten thousand times ended. The black dragon used all his strength to slash the knife. The blade accurately passed through the gap between the stone pillar and stopped steadily in the middle. The gap between the stone pillar was only a little wider than the blade, but there was a slight difference between the blade and the pillar. After fifteen days of hard practice, no matter how many actions of chopping, sweeping and stinging, the black dragon can accurately hit the target, and the error in it will not exceed half the width of the blade.

Tuc looked at me, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Your Majesty, I have nothing to teach you."

Heilong was stunned when he heard this: "I'll finish learning like this?" He didn't feel that he was much stronger!

"Of course not. Even if you practice these movements so well, unless your enemy is a stone pillar and will stand still and let you cut, it will be useless if you fail to hit someone. What you need to learn is how to seize the opportunity and respond flexibly. However, no one can teach you these two things. You can only rely on your understanding in actual combat. If you defeat me, you can get out of the army." After Tuk said that, he used his two swords, holding them in his hand one by one.

Defeating Tuk is a very difficult task. Last time we fought, Heilong and his children had eleven quasi-golden skeletons that could not handle him alone, and finally he smashed Hei Er. Now it is time to imagine how difficult it is to defeat him with one force.

The black dragon leaped into the air and tried his best to slash at Tuk.

Tuk looked at the blade steadily, and when the long sword was about to hit him, he took a leap and then flashed the attack of the black dragon. Then he waved a knife with his backhand. He was unable to leverage the force in mid-air, so the black dragon could only watch the blade stagnate on his throat.

"Unless you have the confidence to kill, don't leave the ground easily, as this will make you lose the place where you can borrow. If you don't hit a single blow, you will definitely lose, unless you can fly." Tuk said loudly.

The black dragon nodded and said, and tried his best to sweep and cut at Tuk. Tuk easily lowered his body, flashed his attack, and then hit the hilt hard on his abdomen.

"You must not take all your efforts, you must leave a point to respond."

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"You must have a basis for advancing and retreating, and don't just advance but not retreat..."

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"Don't always slash and then sweep. Combine the four movements at will, so don't let the enemy figure out your routine."

Actual combat is indeed the best way to practice. While practicing, Tuk pointed out the shortcomings of the Black Dragon. Gradually, he also learned the essence. Try not to jump into the air. In the past, the black dragon liked to jump into the air and then pounce on the attack. This is the case on the battlefield, and the same is true when he was troubled by the Thunder God Corps, especially when he jumped off the horse. The aggressive look scared the Thunder God mercenaries several times and ran away. However, this move was obviously useless to experts like Tuk.

The power of the move should not be eliminated every time. At the same time, the steps should be flexibly moved. The movements and footwork can achieve better results. In actual combat, the Black Dragon accumulated experience bit by bit, and slowly supported under Tuke for a longer and longer time.

Svengol's hands were blazing flames, scoring the steel longbows of the Star Moon Brothers. The Xing Yue brothers and sisters who were praised by the mercenary world as the light-chasing magic archers. The longbows in their hands were just ordinary top-quality goods, and they were still 100,000 miles away from the top-quality ones. It was not because they had no money, but because they were hard to find a good bow. The two bows in their hands were already the best longbows found on the market. They were carefully created by advanced craftsmen in the Dwarf Empire. They could shoot 500 meters in full strings and were amazingly powerful. But no matter how strong the bow was, they were just ordinary iron bows, and it was not a magic bow, so it was difficult to use the magic archer's magical archery skills.

Svengol took five kilograms of mitral in the black dragon's hand. These mitrals were enough for him to refine dozens of dark bondages, and at the same time, they fuse stainless steel to make a set of full-body armor that the mage can wear, and there is still leftovers, so Svengol naturally would not be stingy to help Xingyue brothers and sisters transform their weapons.

Five kilograms of mitril silver. Svengol, who is an alchemist, has never seen so many mitril silver in his life. Now he can be considered wealthy and generously used half a kilogram of mitril silver to add magic bow handles to the two bows.

The bow handle is like an eagle spreading its wings on the bow. The eagle pecks directly facing the front and aims, with its wings spread into an arc, which fits the hand shape, and is very comfortable to hold. The bow handle is blessed with two primary wind magic. Although the two wind magics are only primary, blessings on the bow handle have a very large effect. It can not only increase the range of the bow, but also allow the arrow to be shot out and rotate forward, increasing penetration. Now these two stainless steel strong bows have turned into ten thousand.

The magic bow with a range of 1,000 meters, can easily shoot through half an inch of armor within 500 meters, and its power is as high as the legendary sniper bow. After all, no one is willing to use half a kilogram of mitral silver on two bows. It is worth 87,000 gold coins, and it cannot be bought even if you have money. Only explosive users like Black Dragon will be willing to throw out five kilograms of mitral silver at will. Svengol is someone else's thing and does not hurt to use it. This time he spent a lot of money.

The Xingyue brothers and sisters caressed the freshly baked Mitsuilian Demon Bow on their hands, with a look of joy on their faces. As a warrior, their weapons are equivalent to part of their body, of course, the more refined the better.

"Thank you, Teacher Goer." Xingyue and his sister thanked Svengol in unison.

"Don't thank me." Svengol, who had just finished practicing two longbows, was obviously a little tired. He shook his head with a smile. He said, "If you want to thank you, thank the Black Dragon. Without him, I wouldn't have found so many eschizols."

Xingyue brothers and sisters looked dizzy at the same time when they heard this. Although the four of them were forced to walk with the Black Dragon, it would be impossible to say that they had no grudges in their hearts. After all, the reason why they became like this was thanks to him. Intellectually everyone understands that Black Dragon had no choice at that time, and it was not wrong, but it was difficult to accept emotionally.

Seeing Xingyue's expression, Svengol said: "No matter what, our fate is now inseparable from him. If he dies, we will die. Why not just follow him. During this time you have been together, you have also seen that he is not an evil undead creature and will not do those things that are difficult to tolerate in the future. If we really do such a thing, we can follow him and try our best to stop it."

Xing understood what Svengol said, shook his head, and he sighed helplessly.
Chapter completed!