Chapter 11

As soon as she heard the word "pair practice", her small face suddenly stretched and looked a little nervous.

She knew that her father was a very serious and pragmatic person. She said it was right practice. That was to practice seriously. It was not laughing and playing, nor was it just like that.

Every time I practice, my father will become very serious and fierce, which makes her a little afraid

"Let's start. Take me as the real enemy. Don't leave your hands and go all out!"

Rolle stood a hundred meters away and said.

Only really serious practice, will play its due effect.

"Well... Dad, be careful."

Cori breathed a long sigh of relief, holding the sword in her left hand with moderate strength and in the most comfortable position.

"Yes, I chose this move. It's a correct judgment. If it's just those basic skills, it can't threaten me."

"Just in time. Let me see how well you master it."

Rolle looked at her start, commented, and then reminded two main points:

"Calm down, concentrate, and find the best balance between relaxation and tension..."

"Adjust your standing posture and steps. There will be some unnecessary loss when you make such efforts..."

Cori nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

The housekeepers in the distance had already turned and left. They suddenly stopped, looked back slightly, and whispered:

"The wind has changed?"

"No... no! This is... Coercion?!"

Coercion is an alternative power fluctuation, which can only be formed when the extraordinary accumulates his whole body strength and launches a fatal blow.

"But why is this pressure so clear?"

As a legendary strong man, the Housekeeper will certainly release the pressure when he goes all out. He has also seen the pressure of many other strong men.

Kerry's authority is no stronger than theirs, but it's more special.

It's very clear and obvious, just like the essence.

And there is a unique rhythm hidden in it.

"With my rich experience and experience, I can't judge what kind of swordsmanship this is? Wait..."

"Is Miss Kerry going to do her best?"

This is obviously beyond the scope of normal morning exercise.

The housekeeper's expression was dignified again, and he turned and looked at the grove where the father and daughter were.

Cori closed her eyes, slightly turned to rolle, hung her right hand on the hilt of the sword, held it into a lovely little fist, but raised a little finger alone.

Then her little finger tapped on the handle of the sword.

The housekeeper in the distance immediately felt a stronger pressure coming towards him, which made his heart suffocate slightly.

Kerry's little finger then tapped on the hilt a second time.

The pressure from her body was as real as a strong wind, which made the surrounding grass and leaves lower their heads.

But facing the bullying rolle, he nodded with satisfaction and simply praised:

"Not bad!"

Cori raised her little finger for the third time, opened her closed eyes slightly, and whispered:

"It says... It's ready."

Then her little finger struck the hilt of the sword for the third time.

The momentum that had been brewing for a long time broke out in an instant.

The ground under her feet showed signs of cracking, and the soil and weeds were raised one after another, and then blown away.

The next second, Kerry's figure disappeared in place.

When he appeared, he had come to rolle.

The sword in her hand disappeared directly and turned into a silver flash. With the momentum that seemed to cut off the world, she rowed to Rolle's metal prosthesis holding the sword.

Rolle stood still as if he hadn't reacted.

Got it?

Kerry's heart jumped slightly.

The light of the sword in her hand was faster than her thoughts and had stabbed rolle.

Rolle's figure flickered slightly, and then disappeared.

Residual image?

Cori was shocked and instinctively turned back.

Then, she saw a father like a mountain, rolling towards herself with the momentum of falling mountains and seas.

He was as tall as if he could connect heaven and earth, and he could only tremble under his shadow.

The despair and powerlessness that had not been seen for a long time echoed in the bottom of her heart.

Then she felt a chill on her back and a light touch on her feet. Her petite body was picked up by rolle with a sword, like a kitten pinched by the back of her neck.

Cori first threw away her sword and struggled in the air. When she found that she had done nothing, her little nose pulled. Her tears had already burst out of the embankment, and she began to cry.

"Woo woo!"

"Dad stinks! Dad is bad! I won't be with you anymore!"

My heart is very wronged. This is the result of every practice. If I practice once, I will be scared to cry once.

But rolle laughed heartlessly:

"Hahaha, such a lovely daughter, if you don't bully, you always feel that something is missing..."

"This is also the weight you should bear at your age."

Then he took his daughter into his arms, let her sit on his arms, lowered his head and rubbed her fragrant soft face, comforted:

"Well, well, being bullied by me is better than being bullied by others in the future?"

Cori ignored him angrily, her cheeks puffed up, her small face was round, rubbed Rolle's attention, and quickly ran from the bend of her arm to her back.

She wrapped her little feet around Rolle's neck, put her hands around dad's head, and roared fiercely:

"Wow!"

Then bite on Rolle's head.

"Oh, oh, it hurts! Baby, please forgive me!"

Rolle smiled and begged for mercy.

Cori just opened her mouth and rubbed her head for her father with some pain. Then she rubbed her pointed chin against Rolle's head and rubbed it a few times.

Luo Er was tickled by her. He reached out to take off his daughter, put her back to the bend of his arm, wiped the tears on her face, and said in a warm whisper:

"In fact, if you don't aim at my hand, but at my chest, the effect will be much better."

"Afraid of hurting me?"

Kerry tooted her mouth and nodded.

She didn't master it skillfully, and her understanding was very shallow. She was far from being able to retract and release it freely. Otherwise, she didn't have to spend so much time brewing and gaining momentum before.

After leaving her hometown, she didn't use this trick again. Naturally, she would appear strange.

After all, I haven't met an enemy who can let her use this move for the time being.

This move is the "one" of the profound meanings of swordsmanship handed down by the family.

The name is' one '

Originally, Rolle gave this move many names, such as "Fantasy Sword · heaven devil falling", "Qi blade stabbing", "secret sword · shining star light" and so on.

Later, when I was old and felt too ashamed, I changed it again.