Fairy’s Box

London City, Wilderness.

Accompanied by the constant whistling and sharp sword chants, the vertical sword winds swept forward, and the scaly blades of giant fish swept across the space, reflecting the light in the air, glittering, like a giant net spreading out. .

Suddenly, the sword's edge suddenly turned, and in an instant, dozens of horizontal cutting blades tore through layers of air vortex, and dozens of transparent ripples spread out against the ground. The leaves fluttered to the ground.

The sword wind swept across, leaving only a bare piece of vegetation within the coverage area.

"..."

Yale took back the slashing motion, let out a breath, and turned to look behind:

"What do you think?"

"Your Excellency the Governor has a very solid foundation in swordsmanship."

The speaker was an old man with white hair, in his prime, with a long stature, a silver beard that hung down to his waist, a cold and hard appearance, and an impressive hooked nose.

This person is the first swordsman of Rosevia, His Excellency Lars, who holds the title of Hand of White Light. Although he does not have the title of knight, he has created a set of lightsaber skills that shock the past and present. He is a veritable swordsman. Grandmaster.

The arc sword that Genevieve learned is one of the branches of lightsaber.

"For a berserker, it is really rare to have such a swordsmanship." Lars stroked his long silver beard and said calmly.

"Your Excellency Sword Master, your achievements in swordsmanship have reached the pinnacle, can you help me solve my current troubles?" The black-haired knight walked up to him with his saber and asked sincerely.

"Your Excellency the Governor, you must be unable to figure out why you can't practice sword light all the time, right?"

He smiled slightly, and his strong and powerful right hand was already around his waist. The great swordsman had a thick leather belt around his waist, and a famous sword of each length and thickness hung from the sword grid, which was used to deal with opponents of different styles.

"Yes, how far is the difference between Jianfeng and Jianguang? How should I practice?" The black-haired knight spread his hands helplessly, his face full of confusion.

Suddenly, a silver light shot from the space.

The angle and steady force were frightening, Yale didn't even feel the slightest whim, but fortunately his eyesight was still there, he reacted at a critical moment, and immediately pulled out his hand and pulled out the long sword around his waist.

When there was a crisp sound, the two dazzling long swords suddenly intertwined.

The huge force made the black-haired knight lean back slightly, and then he realized that the sword edge of the great swordsman had turned a corner.

This extremely skilled swordsmanship is also extremely fast. The tip of the sword quickly cuts through the air in front of him, just buzzing, and he is in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Is this the lightsaber?

The thought flashed across Yalei's mind in an instant, and he only had time to raise the saber in his hand and block the horizontal bar hard. As a result, his forearm suddenly hurt, as if he had been scorched by fire.

Only then did he realize that the moment he raised his sword, the opponent's sword had already changed an angle and stabbed directly into his arm.

How could it be so fast?

The black-haired knight stared at the old man who was silently withdrawing the long sword, and his heart was awe-inspiring. The title of the hand of white light really lived up to its reputation.

Lars looked at each other with a sword in one hand, a smile appeared on his face, and asked slowly: "Your Excellency Governor, what is the difference between my sword and yours?"

"You are very fast." Yale showed an expression of admiration.

"It's not that I am faster, but that my sword is faster than yours." The old swordsman shook his head, paused for a moment, and immediately slashed out.

Silently, the long sword rolled up a silver light, severing the air where it passed, and the straight slashing void along the way seemed to explode one after another with heavy waves of water.

Although the black-haired knight had raised enough vigilance in his heart, his reaction was still a little slow when the event came to an end, and the blade of the sword flickered and stabbed directly at the incoming long sword.

clang--!

The two swords intersected, and a cluster of sparks shot out in the space. At this moment, the sword of the old swordsman jumped at an angle, and the sharp point swept across the wind, stabbing the opponent's chest in an instant.

Still so fast!

Yale struggled to turn the sword, and in the process, the old man's sword was adaptable at the same time, never going against his sword, and the moment the arc lit up, it had already stabbed the opponent's throat.

"..."

The black-haired knight covered his throat, his face was confused, his proud reaction speed was actually not as fast as that of an old man, and it was a huge blow to him.

"Come again!"

The next moment, Jianming was voiceless, and a white sword light seemed to appear out of thin air, passing close to his chest and passing by in a flash.

Between the lightning and flint, Yale noticed Lars' expression, and found that the other party's eyes were watching him from beginning to end, and he didn't care about the swords in both hands.

I have been fighting by manipulating the sword, and he is relying on the sword itself to react, which is why I can't keep up with the opponent's rhythm!

"I understand."

The black-haired knight showed a conscious expression, poured most of his energy into the sword, and immediately swung a sword, fighting together with the sword swung again by the old man.

Whoosh-!

The sword edge pierced the space, and Yale saw only a little cold light, as if a meteor streaking across the night sky came in a flash, and pierced his right shoulder.

calm down……

Instead of manipulating the sword with the hands, the spirit and the sword are highly coordinated.

Sink your will into the sword and let the sword react by itself!

The black-haired knight stared at each other intently, the sword in his hand seemed to come alive, the tip of the sword was picked up, followed by a dash forward, as fast as a blazing movie,

clang--!

In the sputtering sparks, the two long swords were firmly placed together.

"Hahaha!"

The old sword master smiled and took back his long sword, and said with admiration:

"Look, haven't you already learned?"

"Um!?"

Yale looked at his sword, and saw that the three-foot-long sword had been covered with a layer of deep and condensed black light. Although it was still a thin layer, it was different if it was different.

"call!"

Lars breathed a long sigh, his spirit relaxed, and his complexion instantly deteriorated a lot.

The black-haired knight withdrew his sword excitedly, noticed the state of the opponent's body at the moment, and immediately reciprocated:

"Your Excellency Lars, the business of the Canary Consortium is on me! Don't worry."

"I still need to trouble the Governor a lot in the future."

The old swordsman smiled and put his long sword back into the sheath with his slightly trembling right hand, but his spirit was obviously much better.

He is not young anymore, and his physical strength has deteriorated due to the overdraft of energy in his early years. The reason why he came to Celtic with an old face is entirely because the Canary Consortium is his son's property.

As a person grows old, he always wants to leave something for his family and his descendants. The current Great Sword Master is just an ordinary grandfather who worries about his descendants.