Belloberg's sword hilt fell into the spring. It did not sink, but floated on the water.
Xueming wanted to test the depth of the water by throwing stones to ask for directions, but this abnormal phenomenon made him confused, as if in the Holy Land of the Elf, the common sense of physics that "metal sinks when meeting water" no longer applies.
Now, Xueming must put aside some worries and all precautions.
Because this is Beloberg's trial, a duel, a spiritual contest, and a head-on confrontation of courage and determination!
Is the crystal clear liquid in the spring eye mercury?
Just jump in? Jump in?
Xueming didn't think much, just touched the water source with her fingers, and immediately felt the strong suction.
An earth-shaking gravity pulled him into the "Fountain of Wisdom"——
——If your memory is good enough, you should remember the geysers at the Mimir Hot Spring Market. After hundreds of thousands of years of environmental evolution, they have turned into molten lava. If you want to get the disaster beasts that are extraordinary and divine, just
He had to face the pain of being tempered by the fire.
These springs are Mimir's nerves, connecting the brain and limbs of the ancestor of the gods.
Just like the [Dreamland] created by fragrant fantasy, there is also a strange spiritual world in these springs. This is the hometown of elves and the sanctuary of elves in the spiritual world.
The world was completely turned upside down. Xueming plunged into the spring and immediately surfaced. He was pushed back to the surface by the strong current.
Before he had time to pick up Belloberg's sword hilt, he saw a blue love hanging on the dome. It was shining on this strange village. This light source from the water was Brother Lang and Xueming in the material plane.
The light that reaches the sky.
The blue heart is still beating, and every time it pumps, it brings a strong spiritual energy tide. There are many small spiritual bodies like butterflies fluttering their wings. The moment they fly away from the heart, they are sucked in by the powerful spiritual energy.
go back.
Xueming took a closer look and saw that those young and weak spirits were like vague human shapes, exactly what Belloberg described when he introduced himself, like a little goblin wearing a blue pointed hat.
But in the blink of an eye, a terrifying bloody eye opened on the surface of the heart. It stared at Jiang Xueming. The bloodshot eyes spread and then dyed the whole heart red. It was originally the light of pure energy.
The heart seemed to be cursed by the corrupted flesh and blood, and pieces of muscles and blood vessels sprouted out of it.
Xueming is waiting for the challenge——
——He thought to himself that this might be the Vita brand that poisoned Mimir.
The mountain giants are the children of Mimir. The mountain monsters will turn back into stone during hibernation. The giants seen in Niflheim should all be pure energy beings in their initial forms. In various forms
Born from strange weather and geological activities.
The Vita Brand controlled them, parasitized or symbiotically living in their bodies, transformed Mimir's rock body, and gave it a physical body. When the time came to repay the human flesh business, Mimir was also in danger, and was about to be cursed by the Vita Brand.
Death - it decided to renege on its debt and no longer wanted to work for nothing for Mother Earth, so it lay down on the spot and gave this curse of flesh and blood to thousands of underground creatures.
After a while, this wonderful evolution came to an end, and a ball of black pus and blood dripped from the beating flesh and blood heart. This drop of blood and tears fell into the clear spring water, preventing Xueming from taking back Beloberg.
The hilt of the sword tightly wrapped the psychic medium.
The blood eyes closed again and returned to their original appearance, turning into a deep blue heart again, pumping out bursts of light with the slow and heavy heartbeat.
The Sword of Belloberg lying on the surface of the spring began to expand, and was repeatedly transformed by this mass of flesh and blood seeds. In just a few seconds, the flesh sprouts were like saplings that grew wildly in the light, and legs grew on the surface of the smooth spring water.
Legs and thighs grew out, a belly and trunk grew out, a rough stony skin grew out, a head and facial features grew out.
It was an indistinguishable flesh-and-blood clay statue with no specific outline. When it picked up Beloberg, it saw twisted flesh sprouts climbing up the sword grid and gradually turning into a complete blade.
"Come on, gunsmith." Belloberg spoke, and from the mouth of this flesh-and-blood clay statue came an invitation to a duel.
Jiang Xueming gestured: "What do you mean, as long as I defeat you, you will follow me?"
Belloberg: "That's right."
Jiang Xueming put on a fighting stance: "Have you really reached the stage of rebellion?"
Beloberg used a flat sword stance, raised the sword to his shoulder, and kept his eyes and hands in line with the sword's edge.
"I have the memory of your battle with Bu Liuxing. Want to go to Shambhala? At least get through me first!"
As soon as he said this, Beloberg raised his sword and tried to get closer——
——Xue Ming immediately raised his hand and shouted stop.
"Wait a moment!"
Beloberg said proudly: "What? Regret it?"
Xueming: "I want to raise the bet, please call a helper."
"Ah?" Belloberg opened his stone mouth wide: "Do you actually think that I am not enough for you? You are too arrogant!"
Xue Ming said sincerely: "I want to help Benny find a spirit, preferably one with a simple mind and a simple mind - her soul is cursed and a piece is missing. You call for a helper.
If I win, I will take you away."
Saying this, Xueming immediately called for Fragrant Fantasy.
The big steel cat stepped forward and put pressure on Belloberg in a two-way encirclement posture with one man and one spirit.
"I really don't know how high the sky is..." Beloberg pursed his lips and gestured to the blue heart in the sky.
The blood eye appeared again, spitting out a second ball of blood tears, and transformed into a new flesh and blood clay statue - this time the goblins also looked at the warrior at the spring, very interested in this unfair competition.
"Let's fight!" Fenfang Huanmeng geared up and asked the main body: "Hey, which one are you dealing with?"
Jiang Xueming: "I'll deal with the one with the sword, and you go and beat the one with bare hands."
Fragrant Fantasy: "No problem!"
Belloberg took out his hand and patted the flesh and blood statue beside him, and shouted to Xueming: "This good brother is me too! It's all me! You want to deal with me armed with a mortal body?"
Jiang Xueming: "I'm not looking down on you, this is a kind of military strategy, and the process will be very fast."
"Art of War?" Belloberg asked doubtfully.
Jiang Xueming spoke frankly and finished all the tactics: "Fengfang Huanmeng's speed and power are far superior to mine. At first, I couldn't figure out your account data. Since you told me so openly - your power
Based on my combat experience, you are my mirror clone, so letting me, an inferior horse with bare hands, deal with your sword-holding form is the best exchange plan."
"If SD can quickly defeat the enemy, then I and Hunwei will fight two against one, and you will have no chance of winning."
"Aren't you afraid of having your head cut off by me? It only takes a few seconds! Your best skills and tactics are..." Beloberg hadn't finished speaking.
Jiang Xueming interrupted: "Let's try it. You have never been to Pankrasin Palace, so you don't know what I have experienced."
The Sword Spirit does not know what happened after Jiang Xueming and his party in Shinto City. All it knows about its master is only the moment when the Gale Ninja used strange spiritual energy to dissolve the sword. As for what happened after that, including the Lieyang Castle and his party
The Alliance of Eternals, and Operation Autumn Harvest of Shambhala, all of this came from Jiang Xueming’s mouth.
It was beaten to a broken heart by the Gale Ninja. As a stick, it has been disconnected from Xueming. It is not known what level of perverted freaks live in Pankrasin Palace. Jiang Xueming is in these old monsters that have been sleeping for decades.
What terrible combat experience he has absorbed.
Faced with his master's calm and indifferent attitude, Belloberg acted fierce and inwardly. He strode forward and used the edge of his sword to force Xueming to choose a position - Fragrant Fantasy's range was only sixteen meters, so it changed its mind and asked another clone to coordinate with it.
Synchronous flanking attacks are no longer considered one-on-one. From a gunsmith's perspective, no matter how powerful the spirit is, as long as it can eliminate the main body, its soul power will be like a paper tiger and will dissipate immediately.
It takes a step forward, Xueming takes a step back, and at the same time, Fragrant Fantasy sprints towards the clone at high speed, forcing Belloberg to make a choice.
The great sword brought with it divine light and emitted thousands of degrees of heat. The scorching blade struck and slashed repeatedly on the solid iron armor. Fragrance Fantasy pursued the clone on the side, while Belloberg blocked it with his sword.
It pretended to be a big jump attack, but was disturbed by Jiang Xueming's declaration of attack. It had Jiang Xueming's combat experience, but it didn't have such a calm mind.
The silent spring is like a clear lake, and in the lonely world there is only the clear sound of the fierce clash of soldiers and iron.
Fragrant Fantasy was very surprised——
——When will the main body be able to fight with me?
It possesses explosive power that exceeds the speed of sound. This is definitely not a speed and power that the mortal Jiang Xueming can resist. However, under Belloberg's hands, this big sword performed like a charm.
It obeyed Xueming's order to block the clone's route, and was defenseless against the sword coming from the side. However, Fenfang Huanmeng has this confidence. In the face of absolute power and speed, skills can be ignored.
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However, the results of these two rounds were unexpected. Although the scorching sword was slow in SD's eyes, it was very accurate. Every time it thought it could break through the blockade, it would see this obstructive sword knocking and knocking.
Stab at the crucial power-generating joint, the quality of the punch dropped rapidly, and the high-speed punch that was originally unavoidable slowed down! This smart and elegant dive maneuver turned into an embarrassing tortoise punch under Belloberg's modification.
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Xueming had no intention of watching the battle. He had been adjusting his position——
——Belloberg is very smart. It knows the range limit of Fragrance Fantasy. It is precisely because of this that through the position selection and repeated pulling of the clone, this free-flying god can be trapped in this sixteen-meter range.
. Once this terrifying spirit slows down, the explosive power of punches and kicks will suddenly decrease.
It has a way to intercept fragrant dreams with bright blades, but this does not last long. In this open area, they are like two chess players using puppets as chess pieces. Who can grasp the distance between the lightning and flint? In the concentrated
Whoever wins in terms of strength and endurance is the winner.
At a distance of 16 meters, Belloberg's sword was able to accelerate and slash with meteoric strides, cutting Jiang Xueming into two pieces in one breath. The difference between a bare-handed sword and a weapon was too big.
Once Fragrant Fantasy is rescued, it can also change its position with swords and use its clones to change angles to attack from a flank.
SD wanted to destroy Beloberg with his bare hands only for a split second, without any room for error.
The four figures were constantly changing positions to fight, hiding their weaknesses while attacking the weak points of the enemy camp. However, Beloberg became increasingly tired and lost the upper hand after twelve rounds.
There is no temptation, and every move is an all-out attack without reservation.
When it comes to using self-sacrifice stunts as equals, this is also Jiang Xueming's fighting style. He has never had any concept of fists and weapons. After returning from further studies at Pankrasin Palace, he became even more convinced of this, [Pankrassin·All
The power] is the supreme technique and tactics.
The strong wind from the sword's blade hit his face, and the frenzied air flow made Belloberg involuntarily close his eyes several times - this was a sign of the end of his mental power.
However, as the one being attacked, Xueming still had to be burned by the flames under the protection of the fragrant dream. The blade was too hot and the bright light was too intense——
——This makes Belloberg feel incredible.
Is this the power a gunsmith should have? Under the continuous high-speed battle and the interference of strong light and sound, he should have lost his vision and hearing earlier than me, but...
Not allowing it to think too much, Belloberg wanted to enter the flow state of fighting again. But judging from the gunsmith's performance, he moved his steps and raised his arms to parry, switching positions with SD to push the spirit body, and go to the shell.
Loberg's left hand was uncomfortable. He avoided the sword edge while planning the next step. The whole process was done in one go.
This man has never [wake up]. Once he is caught in a life-or-death crisis, he no longer has any extra thinking. All that is left is how to crush the enemy and how to struggle to survive.
Belloberg felt that although this competition was unfair, defeating Fangfang Huanmeng was tantamount to wrestling with Aohen Mingde. Fangfang Huanmeng's book data was far superior to it. Even if it could drag on for a while.
, but there is at least a 20% chance of winning. It can leave a few wounds on the gunsmith and make this arrogant man feel pain - this is enough. This is Belloberg's wish. I hope he can take this opportunity.
Opportunity to defeat your past self and become stronger.
In the thirty-three rounds, a short minute, a long minute.
Belloberg made a mistake in selecting his position. He mistook the clone's position by two steps. It was only two steps away, about sixty centimeters away.
This turned into a fatal mistake——
——It was thinking in its heart, when did this illusion appear?
Is it the gap period specially sent by Fragrance Fantasy Dream to open the sword? It seemed to leave me a chance to breathe and exert strength, but it was unable to complete the action of sheathing the sword and recharging energy. I could only follow its arm.
Zhan moved to his side and gave way.
At that time, the gunsmith immediately adjusted the rhythm of attack and defense. He originally used a musical rhythm of 160 beats per minute, which was what Teacher Victor had taught him, but later changed it to 180 beats. Eye movement frequency and step distance
It's completely different, like a tiger that has zeroed in on the weakness of its prey and won't let go.
And then, this 60 centimeter distance made it impossible for me to catch up with the fragrant dream. In just one minute, I was defeated?
Belloberg watched helplessly as another flesh-and-blood clay statue was swept off its head by SD. It could not catch up with this ferocious and swift spirit, and could no longer catch up. The wild words it originally told turned into a joke.
At this moment, as long as Fengfang Huanmeng and Jiang Xueming circle around on both sides, no matter how powerful Belloberg is, if you give it a body of steel and iron bones, it will not have any chance to make a comeback. Its sight is only 270 degrees.
, to deal with the powerful enemies attacking from the front and back, there is no way to fight back.
"Come! It's not over yet!" Jiang Xueming waved his hand, recalling the fragrant dream, and united his soul and body again: "Belloberg, my duel with you is not over yet."
Belloberg dropped his sword and jumped in anger.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you!? Using this weak body of flesh and blood to challenge the elves? This sword can hurt your spirit body, and even if it wants to kill you..."
"Come on!" Jiang Xueming nodded: "Didn't you say that the person you want to protect the most is me? Why are you so stubborn? We learn from each other, and I also want to try my own abilities. If I can defeat the sword-holding state
You - maybe I will become stronger. If you can beat me, it means you have become stronger, which is a good thing."
It is said that the face is the mirror of the soul. Belloberg, who has no facial features, does not even know what his soul looks like. This is related to the racial attributes of elves. They are energy bodies without personality at the beginning, and they follow one person after another.
The master grew up and absorbed many strange experiences and skills to become what he is today.
Belloberg picked up the sword again and looked at this bloody magical weapon. Looking at the "innocent", stubborn and lovely master, it was a little confused.
It can experience sweet dreams from the spiritual world shaped by fragrant dreams.
Starting from Mimir's geyser, there are countless branches. In the shallow streams, it saw countless reflections.
"I want to talk..."
"I want to keep talking..."
"Don't turn me into a sword, okay?"
Jiang Xueming: "Then let's make an appointment. I will send you back next spring."
Belloberg's eyes widened: "Really?"
At this moment, its stone face cracked, and the first thing to shatter were its eyes.
Jiang Xueming: "Really."
Belloberg's nose and ears were also cracked, with strong light coming out of them.
"Make me a mouth, make me something that can talk...that can..."
At this moment, the flesh and blood clay statue turned into dry rock and soil, turning into fly ash in the air, leaving only a shining old sword hilt. A crystal clear star emerged from the other flesh and blood clay statue.
of garnet.
The blue heart in the sky returned to its original state, and the little fairies finished watching the entire performance and began to fly again following the beating of the heart.
Jiang Xueming didn't say anything. He still couldn't figure out what Belloberg was thinking——
——He picked up the hilt of the sword, and fierce flames burst out from the sword grid. He was finally convinced that the sword spirit had returned to him, and Belloberg's voice could no longer be heard.
Before Xueming could react, he was stirred into the spring again by a strong suction force.
The world turned upside down again, and he returned to the Elf Sanctuary on the material plane. Surrounded by old and dilapidated wooden houses and stone hearts, these stone hearts were like psychic amplifiers, allowing some of the elves' spiritual bodies to live in them.
Xueming was soaked all over, and he felt like he was going to turn into a piece of frozen meat. Belloberg immediately spit out a beam of brilliant white flame, which flashed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. He relied on this beam of light to dry his clothes.
We hid in the largest tree house and rested for about ten minutes, waiting for our inner clothes to dry completely before we set off on the road.
While resting, he saw a mural in the tree house, which seemed to be left by ancient sages.
It was a knight wearing an iron can, holding a sword in the stone, showing the special status of his destiny. Beside him, a mage in a robe covered with cold-proof fur raised his staff high, blessing the excited and angry king with a halo.
Why is this king said to be excited and angry?
Because the Sword in the Stone has not been drawn out at all, there is still a heart-shaped stone hanging on the blade. Obviously in this version of the legend of King Arthur - Arthur gained the approval of the elves by his own strength.
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Merlin: "This one has elves and magic."
Arthur raised his sword and asked: "What magic?"
Merlin: "Stone Magic."
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It seems that the personalities of these elves are quite different, and they are all somewhat rebellious for no apparent reason.
Xueming held it in for a long time and finally spit out two words.