Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 91 Double Sword Style

"Musofei, if you have time, help train Aglaia. If your followers are too weak, some people will gossip."

"Master, I'm not suitable to be a sparring partner for girls! I'm currently training Gus, can you find someone else?"

"Where can I find anyone?"

Tai'an looked at the empty noodle bowl in front of him and thought hard. He immediately thought of Bruno, his sister's guardian.

The old man was once a powerful super-level magic swordsman, and he was more than capable of teaching Aglaia. Unfortunately, his job was to protect Taiya's safety, so he couldn't sacrifice himself to become Aglaia's swordsmanship teacher.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. Tai'an brings blessing to the soul and releases the voice of the soul.

"Oveska! How is your swordsmanship..."

"It's ok."

"I want you to be Aglaia's teacher."

Things were arranged properly, and Tai Anxin returned to his room to rest contentedly. There will be another duel at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The royal capital and the residence of the Tulip family.

The entire White Castle building is shaped by transfiguration. The walls are smooth and seamless. On the rooftop platform, there were patrolling soldiers. From time to time, flying props and Warcraft mounts rise and fall.

The pink-haired girl stood by the window, looking down at the snow-covered garden below her in a daze.

"My daughter! Are you sure..." Deyolan crossed his hands, looking quite sad.

Normally, humans get married at the age of fourteen or fifteen. Although the Tulip family has immortal blood, they are still unmarried in their thirties and have no idea of ​​even dating a partner, which really makes their parents anxious.

Back then, Vera gave birth to her eldest daughter at the age of twenty-seven. Even so, despite Deyolan's efforts, he only has two descendants.

The reproductive ability of immortal species is inherently poor. If you miss the opportunity to reproduce, it will only become more and more difficult to conceive offspring in the future...

"I will definitely get what I want." Xi's tone was inexplicably confident.

"Don't underestimate him!" Deyolan warned: "The boy is very evil. He didn't even use his full strength to hit me."

With the Tulip family's control over the academy, it is natural that the information about Tears of Dawn would not be unknown.

The mental shield that can withstand even half-step Saint Realm experts is called an epoch-making innovation by Kingsley.

Deyolan knew very well that although his daughter's talent was good, her training time was short and it was impossible to be as experienced as the experienced master.

The odds of winning this battle are slim.

"If it doesn't work, just discuss it with his parents. As long as there are enough resources, I don't believe we can't buy it..." Deyolan punched his palms fiercely.

As the sun rises, the snow on the ground continues to melt.

In the forest, two figures kept intersecting.

Gus was wearing a thin white vest, holding a wooden sword in one hand and looking at his opponent with a solemn gaze.

His arms and shoulders were all covered with white marks from slashes.

"Not bad! Your fighting skills have improved." Musophei's posture was elegant, with one hand behind his back, dodging Gus's series of slashes as easily as walking in the garden: "It seems that you have understood how to draw back your strength and change your moves. The importance of it is commendable..."

"Thank you for your advice, senior!" Gus' attitude was respectful.

"I have a set of self-created swordsmanship to teach you, called the Thirty-six Bamboo Wind Styles. I hope you can learn from it and use it flexibly."

Musophi took out another bamboo knife from somewhere, holding the knife in both hands, which made Gus feel slightly shocked. Double sword flow!
According to legend, if you can flexibly use two weapons, your combat power will not be as simple as adding one plus one, but a leap. Swordsmen of the same level will find it difficult to parry the crazy attacks of double-sword swordsmen.

If the respective buffs of the two inscribed swords complement each other, their strength will undergo a qualitative change.

"Look carefully! The thirty-six moves of Bamboo Wind, the first one is a random slash!" The Pandaren sprinted like an arrow, using a big tree as the enemy, and wildly swung the bamboo knife in his hand. It seems to be aggressive, but in fact it is restrained. It just left shallow marks on the bark: "Do you see the point clearly?"

"Swing your shoulders?" Gus sounded unsure.

"That's right." Musophei nodded slightly: "You can teach me."

"Excuse me, what does it mean that a child can be taught?"

"I don't know either. There is this word in the village book. It probably means that you are a talent worth cultivating."

"You're honored..."

Gus tried it several times and roughly understood the essentials of attacking with his shoulders and arms together. He felt that the crazy attack method of the double sword style was very suitable for him. Thinking about the pleasure of exchanging injuries for injuries and facing a powerful enemy directly makes people's blood boil.

However, it requires two weapons, which is a huge expense.

"The Thirty-six Bamboo Wind Styles, the second style is cross-jaw block. When a powerful enemy attacks you with a charged blow, you raise both swords at the same time and use the intersection to block the blow." Musophei made a move. Shen's horse steps signaled Gus to attack.

Gus was not polite, and with all his strength, he slashed out with his sword.

The swords collided with each other and made a dull sound.

Musoffi parried easily and smoothly, jamming Gus's blade with his two swords, and then used both arms simultaneously to catch the opponent's moment of exhaustion and swing his weapons away.

Gus tightly grasped the bamboo knife in his hand. Not throwing away the weapon was his last dignity and stubbornness. It was inevitable that he would be exposed, knowing that there would be too many chances to win at this time.

Musophi did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. He lowered his sword edge and waited for Gus to prepare again, then threw a bamboo knife at him.

"Next, I will attack you. First use 30% of your strength, step by step."

"Mr. Butler, please use all your strength! I can bear it."

"Thirty percent strength is my judgment of your strength. Don't underestimate me! I am a bear with extraordinary talents..."

On the side, Musophi trained with Gus. On the other side, Oveska took Aglaia to an open field.

The two stood face to face beside the large cemetery filled with negative energy.

"I will fight with a power level similar to yours!" Oveska released his spiritual thoughts: "Attack me first."

He has the ability to think clearly! Could it be that Oveska is actually a high-level undead creature?
Aglaia realized that the skeleton in front of her was unusual. She originally thought it was the spy sent by the young master to supervise, but now it seemed that it was probably just her own wishful thinking.

The young master probably never doubted himself from beginning to end...

Aglaia felt ashamed in her heart, gathered her thoughts, and looked at her opponent with full concentration.

High-level undead correspond to the elite stage. Even the formal stage warriors have a hard time winning. She has no qualifications to be careless. Fighting energy covered his feet, his speed increased, and he rushed towards Oveska.

With a low shout that boosted his momentum, Aglaia slashed out with his sword, hitting Oveska's shoulder.

The Bone Angel stood motionless.

Aglaia's arms went numb for a while, and the bamboo knife in her hand almost fell apart. She reluctantly took a few steps back and stood still.

Oveska released his telepathic voice: "I already know your speed and power..."

(End of this chapter)