After returning home, Lin Sheng didn't waste time talking to his parents. After finishing his homework, he began to practice the basic stances in his bedroom with a wooden stick.
The only weapon he could find in the dream was a long sword, a crossguard sword, and the books he translated were all sword moves related to swordsmanship.
He was eager to prove whether the sword move worked or not.
After practicing the stances and the first basic thrust move, Lin Sheng went to bed. The next day, after class, he hurried to the classroom in the afternoon. There were several students practicing in the large classroom.
Excitedly, Lin Sheng put on the protective suit and helmet, which were all made of simple bamboo, and began to practice with the students with a wooden stick.
After all, they were all rookies, so he hurried to the classroom in the afternoon. There were several students practicing in the large classroom.
Since they were all rookies, they just swung the wooden sticks randomly.
For the next few days, Lin Sheng didn't enter the dream again. Instead, he went to the club every day to practice what he had learned.
Except for him, no one else in the club was so active.
Chen Huan saw that he practiced until the night before going back. She was a little moved, so when she had nothing to do, she would give him some pointers.
After a week of this.
Lin Sheng finally had the chance to enter the nightmare again.
…
…
"Hiss … Hiss …"
When he opened his eyes, Lin Sheng heard the sound of the tip of a sword being dragged on the ground.
His vision gradually cleared, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
In the manor hall, the crippled rotten swordsman was still there!
He was limping and dragging his sword, standing in front of the oil painting on the left side of the wall in a daze. The black sword in his hand moved from time to time, making a slight hiss.
When Lin Sheng came back to his senses, he saw the silver sword in the corner, which was the one he had taken from the bedroom.
He glanced at the rotten swordsman, who had his back to him and didn't notice him.
Cautiously, Lin Sheng moved around the big dining table and walked toward the sword at the door.
After a week of basic swordsmanship, he roughly knew what move he had been killed by last time.
It was the simplest thrust move.
The straight thrust was the simplest, but it was also the easiest to learn and the hardest to master.
The straight thrust of Naxi swordsmanship required one to stand sideways and extend one's arm forward to prolong the length of the thrust as much as possible in order to stab the opponent and avoid the opponent's attack at the same time.
Step by step, Lin Sheng slowly moved his body and soon reached the side of the long sword at the door.
He carefully stared at the rotten swordsman, bent down, and gently held the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
After a week of practicing basic stances and sword thrusts, he was eager to try and kill this monster.
"He's just a cripple, and he's such a slow monster. As long as I'm careful. It shouldn't be a problem … "
Lin Sheng calculated the distance in his mind.
This monster seemed to rely on its hearing to determine the situation in the outside world. As long as it did not make any noise, it should be able to attack from behind.
Having made up his mind, he slowly approached the rotten swordsman with his sword.
As he got closer and closer, he held his sword with both hands and slowly raised it to his right ear, assuming the posture of a roof.
For the past week, he had been practicing two moves: one was the posture combined with the downward slash, and the other was the straight thrust.
He practiced every day and night, fantasizing about using the rotten swordsman as a simulated opponent.
Now, the opportunity had finally come!
In the dark hall, Lin Sheng held his sword high and stood about three steps behind the rotten swordsman, gritting his teeth.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, he slashed down hard.
Clang!
In an instant, the rotten swordsman turned around and drew a black arc with its right arm, accurately blocking Lin Sheng's downward slash.
The two metal swords collided. Lin Sheng felt a slight pain in his wrist, and the hilt of his sword shook. He almost lost control of it.
He gritted his teeth, desperately pressed down on the sword, and at the same time, kicked the rotten swordsman's knee.
Bang!
The rotten swordsman's slow legs could not dodge at all. The kick hit the knee, and the bone cracked as if it had been broken.
Without the support of its legs, the rotten swordsman lost its balance, and the black sword in its hand suddenly slipped.
Lin Sheng's sword involuntarily slipped and fell from the edge of the black sword.
Puff!
He didn't even notice when he felt the sword in his hand slash into a soft spot.
Black blood splattered all over the floor like splashed ink, dyeing the floor black.
"Huff …"
The rotten swordsman stumbled to the left, and a large amount of black blood spurted from the left side of its neck. It fell to the ground.
Lin Sheng held his sword in a daze and looked at the monster on the ground in front of him.
In an instant, a faint black line of smoke rose from the rotten swordsman's body and flew toward Lin Sheng's chest like a snake.
Puff!
The black line suddenly hit Lin Sheng's chest and disappeared in an instant.
In an instant, countless fragmented images poured into his mind.
Thud!
Lin Sheng knelt on the ground, let go of the hilt, and covered his head with his hands.
He wanted to howl, but his body was twitching, and his headache was so severe that he did not even have the strength to scream.
Wisps of black mist constantly drifted out of his body.
After a long time, Lin Sheng did not know whether it was ten minutes or half an hour.
Lin Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly struggled and released his face.
The white of his eyes, which were black to begin with, was now covered with black blood.
A large amount of black blood was evenly distributed around his pupils like a black spider's web.
"Lavel Green …"
Lin Sheng stood up and looked down at the rotten swordsman lying on the ground in front of him with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Lavel, you once said that you would love me until the end of time. Have you forgotten all that?" A voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng felt a chill and turned around.
There was nothing behind him.
"Am I hallucinating?"
Lin Sheng gritted his teeth, gasped for breath, and quickly picked up the long sword from the ground.
Unfortunately, there was a small nick on the silver blade, and the gap was filled with tiny cracks.
"I can't use it anymore. It's been too long. The sword itself is just an ordinary material. It's already good enough that it could last for one round."
Lin Sheng put down the long sword and moved his eyes to the black sword on the rotten swordsman's right arm.
He took a deep breath. Just now, when the black line had rushed into his chest, he had seen some fragments of images.
Those fragments were all about Lavel, the owner of the manor.
Those memories, those vague and incomplete voices, kept reverberating in his mind until just now, they slowly faded away.
At that moment, he seemed to have experienced a little of the life and experience of Lavel, the owner of the manor.
Fortunately, there were very few memories that came into his mind. Otherwise, he might have become mentally ill.
Bending down, Lin Sheng checked the rotten swordsman's body and made sure that he was no longer moving.
He raised the long sword, aimed at the rotten swordsman's right arm, and slashed it down.
Puff!
Even though the blade was missing, the rotten swordsman's right arm was still cut off.
Lin Sheng did not even feel much resistance. It was obvious that the rotten swordsman's body had greatly weakened the hardness of his bones. Otherwise, it would not have been so easy.
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