Chapter 153

Atama's eyes were frozen. As a silver strength, his momentum finally broke out completely. The strong momentum even made Sean's sword move slow for a moment. It was the slowness of this moment that Atama was out of Sean's attack range and was no longer suppressed by Sean's stormy attack rhythm, and the battle situation returned to the previous situation again.

Sean sighed with regret. If he could delay a little later, maybe he could really win. It's just a pity. I didn't expect that the noble boy of the other party was really not a straw bag. He knew how to give a word of warning, so he didn't know why he lost in the end.

Although Sean can compete with this expert named Atama, he knows that if the other party doesn't make a big mistake, he will never be able to kill the other party. Even if the other party wants to go, he can't stay. After all, the strength of both sides differs by two levels, which is enough to judge the effect of coercion. Fortunately, the other party does not master the skills of coercion, otherwise he would not be as simple as a slow and stagnant point just now.

At this time, Sean missed Alfred a little. If he were here, the situation would be completely different.

Real experts never have too much nonsense when they fight with the strong. Those experts who like to talk nonsense have long been killed by the Jedi counterattack.

So, after Atama left Sean's attack range, he just did two actions.

The first action was to readjust his breathing rhythm. His current breathing rhythm was hastily changed by Sean's pressure, so it was naturally impossible for this breathing rhythm to control his fighting rhythm; The second action was that he stretched out his hand to remove the scabbard, robe and other useless decorations, and then lifted the sword again.

The first movement change, Sean didn't care and wouldn't pay attention to it, but the second movement made Sean frown.

In the whole miracle continent, or in the whole miracle, only one professional system will care so much about the impact of these cumbersome things, such as jewelry, robe, scabbard and so on. They insisted that the real fast sword should be fast to the extreme fighting rhythm, and any slight weight will affect the exertion and power of sword skills.

So at the beginning of the game, there was a kind of player who always ran naked everywhere with only a sword, and didn't even put anything in the storage space, because it would also affect their speed. There is no doubt that this kind of players are actually quite difficult to deal with. Their fighting style is very direct and straightforward. In a simple word, it is a word of "fast". In addition, they don't even have any defense. As long as they are touched by someone, they will directly kill the second.

The fifth level profession of this system is wind swordsman.

Suddenly!

Atama completely disappeared in front of Sean!

This is not that he is too fast to capture, but that he really disappears! If only throwing away these things can double the speed, Sean has already started to run naked, so the only explanation is that the other party used some special ability that belongs to the wind swordsman!

Sean didn't hesitate at all. Almost his naked eyes caught the moment when Atama completely disappeared, he immediately turned around, and the sword in his hand was waved out like a conditioned reflex.

Lower left!

Top right!

Top left!

Lower right!

Four red lights burst out in the air with the splash of four sparks.

After blocking the Four Swords in succession, Sean took a step under his feet, and the whole man immediately jumped back. However, he still felt a chilly chill rising on his left cheek without hesitation. When Sean felt the chill, he immediately turned his head and sideways.

"Poof!"

A faint sound blew up. Three inches down Sean's left ear, his long hair had been blown out of a small hole.

This scene is like a falling waterfall, which is as terrible as a water hole in the middle with extreme violence and terrible power. A few strands of black silk flew up from the air, scattered all over the sky by the breeze, and disappeared in the sight of everyone in an instant. After all, the hair is too thin and too short.

This time, Sean's face was no longer as relaxed as before, because he knew that the gust swordsman named Atama had begun to be really powerful.

And that sudden blow that runs through his hair is a special fighting skill that can only be used by those with strength above silver level!

Fight!

[physics] after the fifth level officially enters the silver level strength, there will be a special ability of "fighting spirit", which is also a sign to judge whether a person has officially entered the silver level - at least in the miracle continent. Fighting spirit has no attributes. Only according to different occupations and different directions of focus, can we gradually cultivate fighting spirit with different attributes.

The most basic embodiment of fighting spirit is that it can be mixed with various combat skills and moves to strengthen combat ability, improve attack range and so on.

Sean had fought with many people in the professional system of wind swordsman in the game, so he was very clear about the standard combat skills of this profession - the use of these combat skills by players was actually learned from NPC at the beginning, but later PVP played more, and all kinds of starting battles would be changed.

So Sean knows very well that the wind flashes, plus four consecutive strokes of the flash sword, and finally add a fighting spirit or Flash stab sword. This is the standard fighting rhythm of the wind swordsman. Whether it is a fighting attack or a flash stabbing sword, the closer the distance, the greater the power. Therefore, Sean will immediately choose to withdraw and retreat after blocking the four consecutive attacks of the flash sword. Otherwise, the fighting attack just now will directly run through his throat.

Atama seemed surprised that Sean could escape this series of fierce killing moves. He was a little surprised. He couldn't help wondering about his judgment: is this guy really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? But soon, Atama's eyes fell on Sean's right hand. He had noticed that Sean's right hand seemed to tremble slightly. Although the range of action was very light and Sean was trying to suppress it, it could not escape his observation.

So Atama knew that Sean was at the end of his life, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The next second, the whole person disappeared completely in front of Sean again!

The wind flashed!

Flash sword four combos!

All the attack moves as like as two peas, but the intensity and speed are slightly faster. This is the limit Atama can play. He has judged from Sean's right hand that his opponent can't bear his attack at all. This strength gap is correct. Otherwise, what is the purpose of so hard to break through the realm?

Without the slightest accident, these two attack methods were blocked by Sean's sword again. Then Atama saw that Sean retreated quickly again. This time, he didn't intend to attack under the pressure of the remaining fighting spirit in his body, but pursued it with an arrow. The light sword in his hand turned into a poisonous snake and stabbed Sean in the heart. Since his Masters said it didn't matter to kill each other, Then of course he won't be polite!

However, just when he just displayed the flash stabbing sword, Atama saw Sean's original dignified face, suddenly breathed out a slightly relaxed breath, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then his heart was surprised for no reason.

"Finally got you." Sean vomited a foul breath, "silver scale curse seal!"

The curse print on the left hand suddenly burst into a strange red awn. Suddenly, countless silver scales appeared on the whole left hand, and then quickly covered Sean's whole left arm.

On the silver scale, there is a faint dark red light flowing, but it doesn't look strange. On the contrary, it emits a kind of glittering brilliance and a unique aesthetic feeling under the sunshine.

Then Sean waved out and aimed his palm at the sword that stabbed his heart.

The light sword in Atama's hand broke inch by inch after hitting Sean's scaly left hand! However, in a second, Atama's light sword was completely left with only one hilt, and the momentum on his body became decadent at this moment. Then he felt that his neck was cold, and the long sword in Sean's hand had been put on his neck.

"What are you doing!" Suddenly, a roar sounded, and a dignified middle-aged man led a group of real royal guards in armor, "you! Put the sword down! Do you mercenaries want to rebel? "

"Rebellion?" Sean looked back and said in a deep voice, "is this man a soldier of the principality?"

"He's a knight of the sebarox family!" The noble who argued with Sean immediately ran over after seeing the dignified middle-aged man. At the same time, he did not forget to answer Sean's words, "I am the fourth successor of the sebarox family. They are the guards responsible for protecting me!"

"That is to say, he is not a soldier of the principality?" Sean nodded slightly, wiped his right hand, and a blood arrow splashed out.

Atama stared and felt a burst of difficulty breathing. His hands covered his throat tightly, but he couldn't stop the blood pouring out from his hands. The others around him were even more unbelievable. No one expected that Sean dared to kill in front of the middle-aged man! Even the noble boy looked stunned and didn't expect such a result.

Then the next second, another scream came from the gate. Then they saw 30 northern barbarians throwing their long guns together, and the scream disappeared immediately.

The middle-aged man's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water: "you dare to kill in front of me!"

"Kill and kill, how about?" Sean looked calm. "Do you still want to punish me? In what name? "（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)