When he got home, Lin Sheng didn't talk nonsense to his parents. After finishing his homework quickly after dinner, he started practicing his basic posture in the bedroom with a wooden stick.
The only weapon he could find in his dream was the long sword, and it was a cross sword. In addition, the translated books were also sword moves related to sword techniques.
He was eager to prove whether that sword move was useful.
After practicing the posture and the basic stabbing method, Lin Sheng washed and went to bed to rest, without dreams all night.
After class the next day, he hurried over in the afternoon, and there were several students remaining in the large classroom.
Lin Sheng changed into protective suits and helmets, made of simple bamboo weaving, and started practicing with the students with wooden sticks.
Anyway, everyone is a rookie, and they just wave it around with a wooden stick.
Just like that, for several consecutive days, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream again, but went to the club every day to practice what he learned.
Except for him, there is no one else in the entire club that is so active.
Chen Huan saw him many times in a row, and he practiced until he didn't go back in the evening. He was a little moved. He simply gave him some small sip when he was fine and occasionally gave him some words.
This kind of life will last for a week.
Lin Sheng finally ushered in the opportunity to enter a nightmare again.
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Hiss....Hiss...
When Lin Sheng opened his eyes, he heard the sound of the sword tip dragging to the ground nearby.
The vision gradually became clear, and he looked in the direction of the sound.
In the manor hall, the lame rotten swordsman is still there!
He was limping and dragging his sword, standing in front of the oil painting wall on the left, staring blankly. The black sword growing on his hands moved from time to time, making a slight hissing sound.
Lin Sheng came to his senses and immediately saw the silver sword falling in the corner of the wall, which was the one he took out from the bedroom.
He glanced at the rotten swordsman, and the other party was facing his back to him without realizing it.
Lin Sheng moved his footsteps carefully, walked around the dining table and towards the long sword at the door.
After learning basic swordsmanship for a week, he probably knew what tricks he had died last time.
It's the simplest straight stab.
Straight-punching is the easiest way, but it is also the easiest way to learn and difficult to master.
The straight stab of Naxi sword technique requires the body to stand on its side, extend the arms forward, and try to extend the length of the sword stab to assassinate the opponent and avoid the opponent's attack.
Step by step, Lin Sheng slowly moved his body and soon arrived at the edge of the long sword at the door.
He stared carefully at the rotten swordsman, bent down and gently held the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
A week of basic posture and sword thorn practice made him eager to try and try to kill this monster.
"It's just a cripple, and a monster that moves so slowly. As long as I'm careful, it should be fine..."
Lin Sheng calculated the distance in his mind.
This kind of monster seems to be judging the external situation entirely by hearing. As long as it does not make a sound, it should be able to attack from behind.
He made up his mind, carried the sword and slowly approached the rotten swordsman.
As the distance got closer, he held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it up, placed it on his right ear, and posed in a roof-like posture.
This week, he has been practicing two movements, one is to cooperate with this posture and the other is to stab directly.
I practice every day, and I fantasize about using the rotten swordsman as a simulated opponent every day and night.
Now finally, the opportunity has come!
Under the dark night, in the hall, Lin Sheng held up his sword high and gritted his teeth about three steps behind the rotten swordsman.
"kill!"
Suddenly he slashed down hard.
clang!!
In an instant, the rotten swordsman turned around and drew a black arc with his right arm, accurately lifting up, blocking Lin Sheng's downward slash.
The two metal swords collided fiercely, and Lin Sheng only felt a tremor in his wrist, and a slight pain. A huge shock came from the hilt of the sword, which could hardly be controlled.
He gritted his teeth, pressed his sword hard, and kicked him hard at the knee.
Bang.
The rotten swordsman's legs were slow and he had no way to avoid them. He hit the knee and made a cracking sound on the spot, as if he had a little broken.
Without the support of legs and feet, the center of gravity tilted, and the black sword in his hand suddenly slipped.
Lin Sheng's downward sword body slid involuntarily and fell from the edge of the black sword.
Puff!
He didn't even notice it himself, and felt the sword in his hand slashing in a soft position.
The black blood splashed all over the floor like ink, dyeing the floor a piece of black.
Hoho...
The rotten swordsman stumbled to the left, and a large amount of black blood spurted out from his left neck, falling to the ground.
Lin Sheng held the sword blankly and looked at the monster lying on the ground in front of him.
In an instant, a faint black smoke evaporated from the rotten swordsman's body and flew towards his chest like a snake.
Chi.
The black line suddenly hit Lin Sheng's chest and disappeared in an instant.
In an instant, countless fragmented pictures poured into his mind.
Plop.
Lin Sheng knelt on the ground, let go of the hilt of the sword with both hands, and covered his head.
He wanted to wail, but his twitching whole body and severe headache made him not even able to shout.
A trace of black mist kept evaporating and floating out of him.
It took a long time, but I don’t know if it’s ten minutes or half an hour.
Lin Sheng, who was kneeling, struggled slowly and let go of his covered face.
His already black pupils were covered with black blood on the whites of his eyes.
A large number of black bloodshots are like black lines in spider webs, distributed evenly around the pupils.
"Ravel Green..."
Lin Sheng stood up and looked down at the rotten swordsman lying on the ground in front of him, with complex eyes.
"Ravel, you once said to love me forever. Have you forgotten all these?" A voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Sheng.
He felt cold all over and turned around suddenly.
There is nothing behind me.
"Is it hallucination?"
Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and gasped, and quickly picked up the long sword from the ground.
Unfortunately, there was a small gap on the blade of the silver sword, and a trace of slight cracks were spreading in the gap.
"It can't be used anymore...it should be because it's been too long. The sword itself is just an ordinary material. It's good to be able to support a fight."
Lin Sheng lowered his sword and moved his eyes to the black sword growing on the right arm of the rotten swordsman.
He took a deep breath, and when the black line rushed into his chest, he saw some scenes at that moment.
Those clips are all about Ravel, the owner of the manor.
Those memories, those vague and incomplete sounds, kept echoing in his mind until they slowly retreated.
At that moment, he seemed to have personally experienced a little life and experience of the owner of the manor Ravel.
Fortunately, there are very few memories coming in, otherwise he feels that he might be hit into a mental illness.
Bending down, Lin Sheng checked the body of the rotten swordsman and confirmed that he no longer moved.
Then he held the long sword, aimed at the opponent's right arm, and slashed hard.
puff!
The missing sword blade still cut off the right arm of the rotten swordsman.
Chapter completed!