Chapter 017

When he got home, Lin Sheng didn't talk to his parents. After finishing his homework quickly, he began to practice basic posture in his bedroom with a stick.

The only weapon he could find in his dream was the long sword, which was also a cross sword. In addition, the translated books were also swordsmanship related moves.

He was eager to prove whether the sword was useful or not.

Practice posture and the first basic stab. Lin Sheng washes and goes to bed without a dream.

At the end of the next day, he also rushed in the afternoon, just a few students were still practicing in the big classroom.

Lin Shengxing rushed to put on protective clothing and helmet, all made of simple bamboo, and began to practice with the students with wooden sticks.

Anyway, everyone is a rookie, holding a stick is a random wave.

In this way, for several days, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream again, but went to the club every day to practice what he learned.

No one else in the whole club is so active except him.

Chen Huan saw him many times in a row, and he didn't go back until the evening. He was also slightly moved. When he had nothing to do, he also opened a small stove for him and occasionally mentioned a few words.

After a week in a row.

Lin Sheng finally ushered in the opportunity to enter the nightmare again.

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Hiss... Hiss

Before opening his eyes, Lin Sheng heard the sound of sword tip dragging on the ground from nearby.

The vision became clear, and he looked in the direction of the sound for the first time.

In the hall of the manor, the lame and rotten swordsman is still there!

He was limping with his sword, standing in front of the oil painting wall on the left in a daze. The long black sword in his hand moved from time to time, making a slight hiss.

Lin Sheng recovered and saw the silver sword in the corner for the first time. It was the one he took out of his bedroom.

He looked at the rotten swordsman. He didn't notice that he was facing away from him.

Lin Sheng moved his steps carefully and walked around the dining table towards the long sword at the door.

After learning basic swordsmanship for a week, he probably knew what skill he died in last time.

It's the simplest stab.

It's the easiest, but also the easiest way to learn.

The straight stab of Naxi swordsmanship needs to stand on the side of the body, extend the arm forward, and extend the length of the stab as far as possible, so as to achieve the purpose of killing the opponent and avoiding the attack of the opponent at the same time.

Step by step, Lin Sheng slowly moved his body, and soon came to the edge of the long sword at the door.

He looked at the rotten swordsman carefully, bending over and holding the handle of the sword with his right hand.

One week's basic posture and sword stab practice made him eager to try and try to kill the monster.

"It's just a lame, slow monster. As long as I'm careful. There should be no problem... "

Lin Sheng thought about the distance.

This kind of monster seems to judge the external situation completely by hearing. As long as it doesn't make a sound, it should be able to sneak attack from behind.

He made up his mind, holding the sword, and slowly approached the rotten swordsman.

As the distance gets closer, he holds the sword in both hands, slowly lifts it up, and puts it on the side of his right ear in a rooftop posture.

This week, he has been practicing two movements, one is to split with this posture, the other is to stab.

Practice every day, day and night in fantasy with rotten swordsman do simulation opponent.

Now, finally, the opportunity has come!

In the dark of night, in the hall, Lin Sheng held his sword high and clenched his teeth about three steps behind the rotten swordsman.

"Kill

All of a sudden, he gave me a hard chop.

Dang!!

In a flash, the rotten swordsman turned back and drew a black arc on his right arm to accurately lift up and block Lin Sheng's chop.

The two metal swords collided fiercely. Lin Sheng felt a slight pain in his wrist. There was a huge shock from the hilt, and he could hardly hold it.

He clenched his teeth, pressed his sword to death, and kicked his opponent's knee.

Bang.

The rotten swordsman's legs were slow and he couldn't avoid them. He hit his knee and made a crack on the spot. It seemed that his bones were broken.

Without the support of his legs and feet, his center of gravity tilted and his black sword slipped.

Lin Sheng's sword body slipped and fell from the edge of the black sword.

Poof!

He didn't notice himself, so he felt that the sword in his hand was in a soft position.

Black blood, like splashing ink on the floor, dyed the floor black.

Ho ho

The rotten swordsman stumbled to the left. A large amount of black blood spurted from his left neck and fell to the ground.

Lin Sheng was holding the sword and looking at the fallen monster in front of him.

In an instant, a faint black thread of smoke rose from the rotten swordsman and flew to his chest like a snake. Wheezing. The black line suddenly bumps into Lin Sheng's chest and disappears instantly. In an instant, countless fragmentary images poured into his mind. Putong. Lin Sheng knelt to the ground, released his sword handle and covered his head. He wanted to howl, but his convulsions and severe headache made him unable to shout. A little bit of Black Mist kept coming out of him. For a long time, I don't know whether ten minutes or half an hour has passed. Lin Sheng, kneeling, struggled slowly and released his face. He had the edge of his black pupil, and his eyes were covered with black blood. A large number of black blood like cobweb black line, evenly distributed around the pupil“ Ravel green... "Linsheng stood up and looked down at the rotting swordsman lying on the ground in front of him, with complicated eyes“ Ravel, you once said you would love me forever. Have you forgotten all that? " A voice suddenly rang out from behind Lin Sheng. He was cold all over and turned abruptly. There is nothing behind“ Hallucinations? " Lin Sheng gritted his teeth to catch his breath and quickly picked up the sword from the ground. It's a pity that there is a small gap on the edge of the silver sword. There are a few tiny cracks in the gap“ It can't be used... It should be too long. The sword itself is only made of ordinary material. It's good that it can support a fight. " Lin Sheng put down his sword and looked at the black sword on the right arm of the rotten swordsman. He took a deep breath. Just as the black thread ran into his chest, at that moment, he saw some pictures. Those clips are all about ravel, the owner of the manor. Those memories, those fuzzy incomplete voice, constantly reverberated in his mind, until just slowly retreated. At that moment, he seemed to have experienced a little life and experience of Ravel, the manor owner. Fortunately, there are very few memories pouring in, otherwise he may feel that he will be attacked into mental illness. Bending down, Lin Sheng checks the body of the rotting swordsman and makes sure he doesn't move any more. He then took the sword and aimed it at the other side's right arm and slashed it down. Poof! The missing blade will cut off the rotten swordsman's right arm. Lin Sheng didn't even feel the hindrance. Obviously, the degree of decay of each other's body greatly weakens the hardness of their bones, otherwise it would not be so easy. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!