Fairy’s Box

Whoosh - whoosh - whoosh!

On a hot afternoon, the top floor of the Black Seat resounded with the sound of a gust of wind tearing, and the sharp tearing sound was mixed with the humming sound of the sword's edge oscillating.

Directly exposed to the scorching sunlight, Yale stood on the top of the broad and flat tower with his sword in both hands, and the epee in his hand that was the same length as Arrondette constantly rotated and cut, and with the flexion and extension of his arm, he stabbed forward from time to time.

In such a simple and direct attack, the cold light of the sword's edge drew lines of silver, and the viscous air vibrated according to strange fluctuations, like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Subtle ripples in the circle, rippling in this quiet afternoon.

He is well aware of his swordsmanship talent, and his pursuit of complexity and ingenuity is purely self-inflicted, so he asked Lydia to teach him a set of military swordsmanship and practice it with great concentration.

The simple and practical military swordsmanship proved perfect for him.

Yale repeatedly practiced the refined and practical military swordsmanship. The sharp blade kept scraping the air, and the harsh sound continued throughout the afternoon.

It was not until the evening was close to sunset that the black-haired knight lowered his epee in the sunset, and he was relieved to find that Lydia was eagerly wiping the rapier, looking like she wanted to fight with him.

"Are there two moves?" He shook his sword.

"it is good!"

She immediately bounced off the stone pier, her rapier flashed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun, and she competed with the strongest origin knight in the world. Only the Black Seat could have such a good thing.

"You set the rules." Yale said simply.

"You can't ignite vindictiveness, you can't activate the origin, and you can't give up your sword and use your hands. Whoever's clothes are torn, whoever loses." Lydia is well aware of the gap between each other, and decisively made a bunch of unequal treaties. .

"Row!"

The black-haired knight rushed forward without saying a word, the epee in his hand flashed a flash, a wave of white air rippled in the air, and the heavy sword edge slashed directly at the corner of the opponent's clothes.

She deliberately wanted to test the opponent's arm strength, but instead of dodging and avoiding, she raised her sword to block.

Chong——!

The two swords intersected, and Lydia found that the stabbing sword in her hand suddenly shook, and she only felt a terrible force, pouring directly from her arm to her body, and slapped herself back.

This force is not only violent, but also extremely condensed. She can only release the force by stepping back. She stepped back several steps and almost sat on the slate on the ground.

"what are you doing?"

Yalei was taken aback by her bizarre actions. Although she is a rookie in swordsmanship, she has at least awakened her origin. Her body and soul are highly coordinated, and she can use her power with maximum efficiency every time she exerts her power. Ordinary slashing is not what she can do. Hard to resist.

"It's nothing, it's because I'm too confident." The female knight shook her head, and after standing firm, she regained her fighting stance.

He is too strong... so he must become stronger, he must become stronger!

Lydia secretly swore in her heart, staring at the figure much taller than herself, the other party hooked her hand, indicating that she should come first this time.

"Huh...huh..."

The hilt of the rapier in her hand was tightly wrapped under her fingers, the sunset in the sky, the surrounding scenery gradually began to blur and twist, and the world in front of her was only the figure of the black-haired knight.

Yalei is a knight of origin, and is a powerful warrior who has experienced the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. He must be very experienced in combat. Playing tricks is bound to be useless, so he can only use that trick!

Lydia breathed slowly, her body's functions compressing like a spring, and at this moment, the stabbing sword in her hand suddenly turned into a white line, heading straight to the opponent's heart.

One advantage of practicing swordsmanship with the man opposite is that you don't have to care about his life or death at all, because with her strength, she definitely can't break the defense, and she can make any move.

Whoosh-!

The sword's edge penetrated the air, and the cold light pointed directly at the opponent's heart. The whole world seemed to freeze at once, and everything was completely blurred. The only thing that was clear was the sword in the eye and the figure in front of the sword's edge.

In the face of his companion's all-out blow, Yale naturally had to go all out, at least on the surface, the heavy sword was as light as thin paper in his hand, and from bottom to top, a "V" was drawn in the air. type:

"clang!"

The stabbing sword was directly lifted into the sky, the female knight's pupils shrank slightly, her long legs suddenly took a step forward, her body swirled with the blade of the sword, relieved her heavy force, and continued to stab the opponent relentlessly.

Bang! Snapped! clang! ...

At this moment, Lydia and her sword seemed to merge into one, dragging out heavy afterimages, constantly pecking at each other like a bird. After the two swords collided, the female knight would be bounced off every time, but every time it was faster. The stronger hit the opponent.

How is this going?

The black-haired knight was secretly shocked, and his eyes were fixed on her faster and faster figure. The strength and speed in Lydia's body was obviously not as good as his own, but in every confrontation with himself, he could increase his strength... It's like attacking him with his power.

Is this some kind of swordsmanship? Then accompany you to try to challenge the limit.

After making up his mind, Yale immediately stood still, his pupils stared at the sharp edge of the sword coming from the opponent, and once again smashed the female knight's stabbing sword head-on. This time, he clearly felt that the opponent's power had completely overtaken his body, causing her to burst out with a combat power that should not belong to him.

clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!

The black-haired knight suddenly found himself like a heavy spinning top, and the opponent seemed to be doing everything possible to twitch him, getting heavier and faster each time.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

As time passed, the icy edge of the stabbing sword intertwined a net of swords, covering Yale with the slate under his feet. With the waving of his arm, a drop of sweat fell to the floor around him and fell into crystal fragments.

Lydia was panting rapidly, her slender body was completely soaked with sweat, and it was only with her strong will that her body could withstand the extreme attacks again and again.

How to do?

The sharp response made the black-haired knight clearly sense that the female knight's power is no longer inferior to her own.

Can't hold back! Since she has the heart to burn life, if she deliberately admits defeat, she will look down on others!

beat him!

Lydia tried her best to swing a sword again, but at this moment, Yale suddenly took a step forward. The heavy sword, which was originally just to match her challenge to the limit, suddenly slashed with all her strength.

Bang-!

The two blades intersected again, and a series of sparks flew away. The figure of the female knight stepped back four or five steps. Finally, she barely stabilized her figure. She gasped violently while holding the rapier, but her face was full of satisfaction. Bright smile.

Because on the opposite side of the female knight, although the black-haired knight's figure was standing still, there was a loophole in the corner of his upper body, which was pierced by the tip of his sword that instantly slipped.