A dim mist filled the manor.
Lin Sheng carried the black sword and slowly walked along the right side of the carriageway.
From time to time, I stepped on gravel and dried grass roots, making a tiny crackling sound.
The wind also heard the swaying movement of leaves on both sides.
Lin Sheng glanced at both sides. There was a dark forest on both sides of the left and right. The black branches were shaking, as if something might rush out of the darkness at any time.
Directly in front, a lonely street lamp post stands at a y-shaped fork, with a shaking black oil lamp hanging on the pillar.
Under the oil lamp, two shriveled and dark corpses were standing back to back, tilting their heads next to the street lamp.
The two corpses were wearing black clothes, and their faces were hard to see clearly. They only had messy white hair covering their heads like weeds.
Lin Cheng paused and slowly approached with his sword.
There was a gap of empty space around the street lights, and the wind was whimpering.
The closer you get, the more lonely Lin Sheng feels. It's like standing alone in the middle of an empty football field, surrounded by empty.
"It's at least four or five hundred meters away from the manor. I probably won't encounter the monster who killed me again, right?"
Lin Sheng knew very well that his weight was far from being able to match that monster's speed and strength.
Now, although he has gained some of Ravel's memories, his real strength is still very weak.
First, his physical fitness has not changed, and his strength and speed are still the same.
Second, all he got was Ravel's memory fragment, and he only mastered a straight stab technique, and this was just the most basic one among the basic moves.
"In terms of real strength, in the environment of Ravel, I may not even be considered a qualified preparatory warrior." Lin Sheng smiled bitterly in his heart.
But when he thought of killing monsters, he might get fragments of memory, he felt full of anticipation.
Holding the sword, he slowly approached slowly with vigilance.
Walked until less than one meter away from the body.
Lin Sheng poked the corpse's arm with the tip of his sword.
Bang.
A corpse fell to the ground, and his head rolled down from his neck, revealing a dagger hidden in his arms.
"Are you dead?" Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes and picked the dagger with the tip of his sword.
With a click, the dagger rolled out and fell on the mud side.
hiss...
Suddenly, a familiar hissing sound came from Lin Sheng's right.
His eyes widened and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
In the darkness, a monster with a black sword growing out of his right arm slowly limped towards him.
The monster was wrapped in a white turban, and blood stains penetrated out. The skin exposed on his neck and arms was covered with ulcerated pustules.
"Come again..." Lin Sheng held the black sword tightly and focused his attention.
With Ravel's incomplete memory, he felt that he could try to fight this monster head-on.
"The sneak attack cannot solve the problem. I will face this dilemma sooner or later." Lin Sheng calmed down, held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it high, and held it in his ears.
hiss....
The rotten swordsman is getting closer and closer.
Lin Sheng became more and more focused.
call...
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by.
Lin Sheng slashed down in an instant, and the black sword made a sharp sound of breaking through the air in the dark night, slashing straight towards the rotten swordsman's neck.
If this strike hits, it will definitely cause a killing attack. Although the rotten swordsman has great power and good swordsmanship, his body is rotten and extremely fragile. Once hit, he is basically helpless.
The rotten swordsman didn't sit and wait for death. He raised the black sword in his hand and drew an arc, hitting Lin Sheng's sword blade.
clang.
Lin Shengjian was swept to the outside, and the battle memory originated from Ravel's work.
He took the opportunity to the right, avoiding the attack that the rotten swordsman slashed over.
"die."
Lin Sheng held the sword in both hands and followed everything down. He tried to cut off the other party's wrist.
clang.
Another muffled sound, and the attack was blocked by the rotten swordsman with his black sword guard.
The two of them retreated.
In less than a second, Lin Sheng rushed forward again, and the black sword in his hand was like a black snake, straight and sharply pricking the rotten swordsman's chest.
clang.
This move was blocked again.
Lin Sheng took two steps back again.
The two returned to confrontation face to face.
This is the case with the ancient swordsmanship such as Naxi swordsmanship. Time, angle, speed, distance, etc., are very important. Once the two sides are almost apart in these aspects, the current situation will occur.
The continuous sound of interception spread from afar. There was a vague hissing sound coming closer in the distance.
Lin Sheng once again tangled with the rotten swordsman for a while. The guy on the other side and Ravel were completely different.
This guy is not aggressive, but his defensive ability is very strong. His offensive several times were accurately blocked by the opponent.
Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu...
Lin Sheng gasped heavily, his physical strength was almost at its limit.
Despite these weeks of continuous exercise, he is essentially the high school student who has little exercise.
It is an anomaly to be able to fight the Rotten Swordsman for so long.
Every time the black sword collided, he felt his arms numb and he needed to do his best to barely hold on to the black sword without taking off his hands.
The rotten swordsman just sets out his sword with one hand.
This means that there is also a big gap in strength between him and the other party.
"Enough...!" Lin Sheng felt sweat flowing down his forehead and temples, and his body was like a blower that was about to burp, breathing fresh oxygen out desperately.
Until now, this dream has not been much different from the real reality in perception.
He could even feel the cold wind blowing on his skin, causing goosebumps.
"It must be resolved as soon as possible! Otherwise, I will withdraw first!" Lin Sheng made up his mind and stared at the rotten swordsman carefully, then glanced at the surrounding ground from the corner of his eyes.
Soon, a simple plan emerged.
He rushed over again, and the black sword pierced the opponent's chest.
The rotten swordsman quickly blocked and fought back. The two of them went back and forth, slowly shifting their positions, and soon arrived at a darker area.
puff!
Suddenly, Lin Sheng retreated, turned around and ran away.
The rotten swordsman was stunned, then immediately reacted and chased him closely, but he didn't see the tip of a stone protruding from the ground under his feet.
With a bang, the rotten swordsman was stirred and his body lost balance. Just as he was about to correct and recover, he saw a black sword in front of him slashing at the head.
Lin Sheng didn't know when he turned around, held the black sword tightly in both hands, and slashed hard from top to bottom.
puff!
In the darkness, the rotten swordsman's head was like a watermelon, and was embedded in it by the black sword. He cut it into one third before he stopped.
Lin Sheng puffed down hard, but still failed to divide the other party into two.
"It's all lie!" He gasped with sweat.
"The human skull looks much harder than other places. Those who split the person into two with a light knife are simply joking."
He used all his strength to cut a third, which was already a sword that he felt very awesome.
The angle and power speed are both impeccable. Moreover, the black sword itself is extremely sharp.
Chapter completed!