Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Huh..." Mo Jin let out a long breath. It was not the first time he experienced the taste of death in the endless world, but it had never been as real as today. At the moment he was shot, he felt as if he really wanted to return to the embrace of the stars. He even forgot that it was just a fight.

"This is……?"

Feeling amazed by the combination of Dou Xun in the fighting heart in his body, when he killed the eleventh and twelfth opponents at the last moment, he even shattered the Dou Xun of Split Gold Slash again, exerting the strongest lethality, bringing the total number of opponents killed by fighting to twelve.

In a short period of time, the Fenjin Lianzhao has been completed again, faster and more solid than the one at noon.

"Fenjinlianzhang, it can be freely used in weapons..." Looking at his arms unexpectedly, Jinjinlianzhan applied it to the saber, and obviously felt a new transformation, but he couldn't tell what kind of transformation it was. The only thing he could know was that it was more powerful than empty hands!

"Even if you lose, you still have to go back." Ke Jin grabbed the magic hat and buckled it in the face, and entered the endless world again.

Enlak's vindictive room is no longer the original exquisite decoration. After the war, there are potholes everywhere, and there are traces of weapons smashing the ground and walls.

No trimming? Ke Jin stood in the hall and looked around in amazement. For a strong man like Enlak, such an environment can be completely recovered with just a wave of his hand, but this time it was not repaired at all.

The fighters who fought just now were still standing in the room, seeing everyone with enthusiasm, and instinctively turned their fighting spirit again.

"Relax, relax. It's over, it's over." Enlak leaned his back against the wall with a lazy look on his face: "Boy, you are stronger than I thought. You defeated twelve opponents..."

I cracked my mouth stiffly, didn't you kill me in the end? The battle just now was really a battle that people don't want to recall.

It was just a thought, and the situation of the battle just now appeared in Qian Jin's mind. Weapon attacks fell from any corner in all directions, and everyone seemed to be crazy, desperate!

Never! He has hunted and killed countless monsters in Xishan, and has experienced many life-and-death battles, but he has never encountered a situation like today. Although he keeps advancing, he is always in a passive position, and those weapons are smashed down from any place.

Group fight! For the first time, I felt the madness of this kind of gang fights, one fights a hundred? That is exactly one being beaten by a hundred.

"However, what puzzles me the most is that you just exploded a very special fighting skill." Enlak clicked his tongue again and again, looking at his enthusiasm with admiration: "That should be a holy fighting skill, right? You are really willing to do it! At your age, you should only have this fighting skill. Have you practiced it to perfection?"

Momentum opened the status bar and glanced at it casually. Unnamed fighting skills, guessed the holy level, and the first level tenth level was completed.

Level ten complete! Nodding vigorously, I originally wanted to ask about this gold-splitting streak after winning, but I lost just now, so it's hard to ask any more questions now.

"Okay! What can you ask!" Enlak adjusted his sitting posture, pressed his hands on his knees, and looked at his enthusiasm with a golden knife: "The only pity is that you broke a fighting skill. If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have forced you to that point."

"What? Can I ask questions?" Gan Jin wondered if he had been beaten stupidly by the gang. He was obviously defeated during the fight, so how could he still ask questions.

"Of course you can ask questions." Enlak raised his right hand, spread all five fingers and said with a smile: "As long as you knock out five, you are actually qualified. You don't think that you can defeat the hundred fighters I just had?"

Got tricked!

I can't laugh or cry, it turns out that this seemingly straightforward Uncle Enlak can still play tricks! It's not just the mysterious pharmacist like Olala who is full of weird attention and can play tricks.

"From the very beginning, I never said that you have to kill them all to be considered qualified, right?" Enlak smiled and looked at Mo Jin: "You are a soldier, not a mindless butcher. Any battle is the epitome of war. It is nothing more than one fighting one, one fighting a group, and a group fighting a group. Is there any difference? Isn't it the result of one party beating the other to the ground?"

"Fighting is war..."

Enthusiastically savoring Enlak's narration carefully, with many vague feelings, his views suddenly seemed to find a bright direction, and some thoughts about battle and war began to recombine in his mind.

"If you don't understand the rules, how can you win?" Enlak snapped a crisp finger: "Of course, if you are stronger than me, then you don't need to understand the rules at all. At that time..."

"I made the rules..." Motivation finally understood that Uncle Enlak spared such a big circle, not only to let himself experience the situation of being beaten by a large number of enemies, but also to let himself have a deeper understanding of the so-called rules.

"What are the rules?" Enlak looked at the enthusiasm: "Actually, you still don't understand enough, otherwise you would have killed more of my people just now. Now, are you sure to kill more of my people?"

He shook his head in astonishment, although the fighting order of splitting the gold and cutting was reborn in Dou Xin, but given the situation just now, it is estimated that he can only kill twelve, which is his limit. If one is not good, he may not even be able to kill twelve.

"So let's say..." Enlak dragged his long voice to stand up and paced towards Mo Jin: "You still don't understand, what exactly am I going to tell you?"

Looking at Enlak vigorously, isn't war a battle? The rules are made by the stronger party.

"Let me ask you a question." Enlak raised his right index finger: "Are you strong? Or is your fighting spirit strong?"

He stared blankly at Enlak with enthusiasm, he had never considered this issue himself, he just tried hard to practice fighting qi, fighting skills and fighting spirit on weekdays, and used them in battle.

"Are you relying on Dou Xin to fight? Or are you using Dou Xin to fight? Can you tell the difference?" Enlak shook his index finger: "You can't tell the difference."

The vigorously clenched fists subconsciously tightened, and it was faintly felt that something was caught, but it was completely impossible to explain what it was.

Enlak stared at the motivation silently, and said no more words.

One minute...two minutes...five minutes...ten minutes...

Momentum's eyes lit up and he raised his head suddenly: "Understood! You want me to know that even if I can't make the rules outside, then I'm still me! I should be qualified and master myself! Then, my fighting skills..."

"It should be up to you to master it." Enlak's right index finger pointed vigorously: "Is the fighting skill on your arm really only available on the arm? Perhaps, you can't make all the decisions at the beginning, but you have to try to be the master. People are alive, and fighting skills are also alive. You have to let it follow you. Although the process is difficult."

His exuberant hands and feet went numb, and all kinds of thoughts were floating in his mind. If it was really what Uncle Enlak said, then he was too rigid before. Since I was able to replace the sword with the palm and the sword with the palm before, why didn't I consider turning archery into fists and feet, or into other things.

Lianzhu arrows! Shooting arrows together, piercing the clouds and scorching the sun! If it turns into a fist...

Taking a vigorous breath into the lungs, the Dou Xin slowly rotates, stirring up part of the Dou Qi and slowly forming a special sequence, which is the archery technique of the Yiyu family, the bloodline fighters of the divine archery, Lianzhu Arrow!

pain! Cruel pain! Mo Jin knows that there must be big mistakes in such a simulation, and he should calm down and explore a little bit, but if he can't experiment once, he is really not reconciled.

Dou Qi sorting forcibly poured into both arms, like tens of thousands of steel needles piercing the arms, let alone punching if it hurts, just a little movement can make people faint.

Thank you teacher Olala! Qi Jin was panting heavily, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes like spider webs, if it wasn't for the tossing of the volcanic potion over the past few years, I'm afraid it wasn't just a matter of pain, the muscles of his arms should have been torn apart by the vindictiveness that shouldn't have happened!

hum! hum! hum! hum...

The sound like a bowstring vibrates again and again under the order of fighting spirit, and the vigorous whole person is like a strong palace being pulled away in an instant, the shoulders tremble slightly, and the fist that has already been unable to hold back the loneliness suddenly shoots out! A series of fist shadows suddenly left in the sky, like a powerful arrow piercing through the air, making a hissing sound, rolling and blasting out.

Enlak wrapped his arms around his chest, his eyebrows twitched again and again, and his fists swished continuously, like arrows shot out, so fast that people couldn't breathe!

The fist is like an arrow, and the arm is like a string! People are like a whole formation of archers shooting at the same time, and the arrows are so urgent that people feel suffocated.

The vibrations of fighting spirit again and again made the vigorous arm muscles almost twisted and deformed, and the mighty wind pressure brought out made people feel a kind of spiritual oppression.

In less than two seconds, the energy felt as if a hundred years had passed, and the two arms could not feel anything other than pain, even to the point where they did not listen to command and control at all.

"So, it's okay." Mo Jin looked down at his arms, to what extent did he have to train his body to be able to withstand [Lianzhu Arrow], an archery technique that is not a fighting skill at all? Research Lianju arrows? Modified to become suitable for combat?

Motivation shakes his head secretly. If he wants to modify or create a fighting skill, it requires a solid accumulation of knowledge about fighting skills, and it can't be done by one person in a short time.

The conquest of these higher academies can attract the descendants of the major bloodline warrior families. In addition to recruiting retinues, they can also learn newly developed fighting skills.

In any advanced war academy, although the combat ability of ordinary soldiers cannot be compared with that of blood warriors, the brains of research are not inferior to blood warriors at all.