Claudia stretched out and opened the door of the carriage, and was startled by the clusters of black shadows at the door. The nearest shadow was even at her door. As soon as she opened the door
I saw a figure standing upright in the cold and sticky black wind.
For a moment, she thought she was surrounded by enemies.
When she saw the faces of the people around her clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief and patted Kruveen on the shoulder angrily: "Uncle Kruveen, what's going on over there?"
Kluvien looked at the crowd blankly, muttering: "Loda Khan... This is impossible..."
Claudia didn't get the answer she wanted, but her curiosity was aroused.
She walked around Kluwein, jumped to look into the crowd, and was startled.
In Del Ramos' breath, as long as you were a little further away, you could only see a vague black shadow. The figure surrounded by the crowd stood still, a cold light flashing continuously.
Is that... some kind of swordsmanship?
She looked over there steadily.
Unlike her brother, Claudia has never learned any martial arts. As a priest of the God of War, after breaking through the formal level and entering the black iron level, her teacher Father Claude will teach her temple martial arts. No surprise.
If so, her future path is to become a defender. This is a fate that has been determined long ago and cannot be changed.
She has never learned martial arts since she was a child, but this does not prevent her from appreciating swordsmanship from the simplest "good-looking" perspective.
That's really nice to look at.
The figure moves very slightly, taking one step at most with one sword strike, or simply staying put.
But with him as the center, the silver-white crescent moon kept flashing around him. There was no blind spot, and everything around him was covered by the silver sword light.
It is obviously a vertical sword, but when it is swung, it gives the illusion that the sword is curved. The sword's light is twisted into a crescent moon, illuminating everything around it during the large swing.
It was a very quiet and sharp swordsmanship - no constant jumping, no jumping around with the sword held high like a bullfight she had seen in Bansa.
To describe it, it's as elegant as dancing.
Yes, it is dance.
There was no spinning, no big jumps, not even bending, just simple stretching of the body, but it still gave Claudia the same feeling as dancing.
It is a powerful beauty unique to men, and it is exaggerated by a quiet temperament, making it sacred.
Gradually, the mass of sword light moved. As if forced by the momentum, the servants who were watching in the direction he moved retreated in large numbers.
The sword light gradually became denser, like a moving whirlwind, capturing the enemy in the largest possible range, drawing it into the metal storm, and then tearing it apart layer by layer.
From the steady flash of sword light once a second to the current one or two flashes per second, the number has obviously increased, but it gives people the illusion that it is no different from before.
Occasionally, the sword light would suddenly stop for more than a second, and then suddenly flash out with a brighter light.
"Loda Khan is on top! That's the sword power!"
Behind her, Kruveen suddenly jumped and shouted, his expression extremely excited, and his round little eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Uncle Kluvien, who is that over there? Captain Macon?"
Claudia was full of curiosity about that mysterious and elegant swordsmanship. In her opinion, he must be a very strong swordsman.
"Maken? No, it's impossible. That kid's job involves blood on his fingers. You can only see the blood in his sword light. Besides, he hasn't gotten out of bed yet."
Kruveen shook his head like a rattle, and the fright in his tone had not completely dissipated: "That kid over there is Roland... I mean Roland Bai Su, that damn Druid..."
"You mean...Mr. Roland?"
Claudia was surprised: "Isn't he that... Druid?"
"Yes! I know! So I don't really understand either!"
Kruveen shouted loudly: "I swear on the name of Loda Khan, when Roland first picked up the chopping sword, his movements could not be more amateurish. Not to mention that he had never picked up a chopping sword, and even other weapons.
I definitely haven’t taken it yet!”
"But now he..."
Claudia pointed back blankly.
This level of swordsmanship is definitely enough for Bansa, who is a martial artist, to be a swordsmanship tutor for nobles above the viscount level. If such a swordsman is still at the level of being unable to use weapons, she feels that it is impossible for her to practice swordsmanship all her life.
Entering the apprenticeship stage.
"So I don't understand... His swordsmanship at the beginning couldn't be more amateurish. It's like he has never held a sword before and he can't control the center of gravity of the sword at all."
"However, just standing there and slashing dozens of swords aimlessly, his hands stabilized, and then his steps began to move slowly. But his feet were still stationary when attacking. I saw here at that time
At that time, I felt that he was quite talented in swordsmanship... Then I continued to look down, and I just wanted to feed the dog what I just thought!"
"And then... it became like this?"
Instead, Claudia gradually calmed down, and then turned to Kluvien.
She didn't understand swordsmanship, so she didn't understand what was so difficult about it. But that didn't stop her from feeling Roland's talent.
"Then, his pace and attack were combined. Then the angle of attack became tricky, and his movements gradually changed from stiff to smooth. That's where the guys started watching."
Saying this, Kruveen closed his mouth that had not been closed for a long time, licked his dry lips, and pursed his lips towards the crowd.
"Then his movements began to be methodical. They were no longer just beautiful random chops, but looked like some kind of swordsmanship... I suspect that it was the swordsmanship that Druid specially learned..."
"That's not any martial swordsmanship from Kalar. Any swordsmanship that uses a single-edged slashing sword is nothing like it."
Macon's calm voice came from behind.
Claudia looked up and saw Claude and Macon getting off the carriage carefully.
Marken was wrapped like a bandage corpse monster, and his whole body was tightly wrapped with white cloth sprinkled with holy water, only a pair of calm and weak eyes were exposed - this was to prevent the wound from being infected by the chaotic magic power in the air and mixing into the body.
Impurities that cannot be easily eradicated.
Seeing both Kruveen and Claudia casting searching glances, Macon couldn't help but look back at Roland's swordsmanship, and then answered with absolute certainty: "This is definitely not Karar's military swordsmanship. I'm very sure.
"
"Maybe you don't have enough authority..."
Kruveen said something with some lack of confidence. He was really frightened by Roland.
"It has nothing to do with that," Macon dismissed Kluvien's view lightly, "You haven't learned much about swordsmanship, so you don't understand - not only is it not swordsmanship for cutting swords, it is not swordsmanship at all."
"But -" Kruveen's voice suddenly became louder, "I'm sure you can't fight him with swordsmanship alone. Are you sure he dances wildly?"
"When did I say he was dancing wildly?"
Macon was too lazy to talk to Kluvien, and just stared at Roland dancing his sword in the distance, with a burning light in his eyes.
"Then you just-"
"Okay, Kluvien," Father Claude came over and patted him on the shoulder, "That is indeed not swordsmanship."
"That is?"
Seeing Father Claude come forward, Kruveen also became quiet and looked at him doubtfully.
Kruveen at least knew that Father Claude would not lie to him about this kind of thing at such an old age.
"Judging from the details, it is more like the Dark Elf's Shadow Moon Sword Technique," Claude looked at Roland with a serious face, "It may also be mixed with the whip technique of the Desire Demon."
"I can only see that there is whipping in it."
Maken's voice was trembling, and although his body was weak, his eyes were full of excitement.
"I never thought that the Kalal single-edged slashing sword was so suitable for whipping! I know a whipping master, and I will definitely learn from her when I go back... This is a genius idea! If the front end of the Kalal slashing sword is heavy and thick
, then instead of using the thankless chopping or slicing, it is better to use the pumping method - yes! Then in the process of pumping, coordinate the pace and flexibly close the move... This move is beautiful!"
Unable to help but applaud Roland's brilliant double slash with sword power and arc-cutting swordsmanship, Macon turned his eyes to Kluvien with burning eyes: "Little Roland... No, Roland
Master, how long has he learned the sword-cutting technique?"
"...If I tell you, you won't believe me."
The corner of Kruveen's mouth twitched, and then he stretched out a finger.
"One year? Impossible, right?"
Macon exclaimed.
"One hour." Kruveen said categorically. "In one hour, he completely showed me how a person goes from just beginning to be exposed to sword-cutting swordsmanship to becoming a master - just like we have been studying for more than ten years.
It is the epitome of swordsmanship, every link is not missed, and every second is more powerful than the last - I swear on the name of Loda Khan that I am definitely not exaggerating."
He didn't even dare to say that Roland's posture in holding the sword at the beginning was the same as that of someone who had never held a sword before.
"I can prove it."
At this moment, An Ruosi's nervous voice came.
Several people looked back and saw that he was holding his monocle in one hand and protecting a crystal in his arms with the other hand, running all the way from the crowd.
He took a few breaths, then tremblingly took out the crystal.
"I woke up when he was holding the sword. I felt something was wrong, so I got up and followed him all the way..." As he spoke, he swallowed. "When I found out that he was asking Kluvien for advice on swordsmanship, I took it
I hid aside with the recording crystal and recorded it... I originally wanted to record it so that I could laugh at him later, but I didn't expect..."
Macon and the others couldn't bear to be polite and opened the recording crystal. They saw an invisible black figure slowly dancing with a sword.
After reading it at ten times the speed, they all fell silent.
Indeed, as Kruveen said, Roland really learned the sword-cutting technique in one hour.
Claude slowly said: "If he is pretending, his acting skills are too terrible...and it is meaningless. With this change of swordsmanship from easy to difficult, little Roland can be the heir in any country."
To teach swordsmanship, there is absolutely no need to laugh at our talents in front of us."
"So, no matter how impossible it is, there is only one answer." Kruveen continued.
Macon shook his head weakly and sighed inaudibly.
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