Chapter 186: Soul Demon Dream, Go Forward! (Part 4)

"One sword, it's over ......"

Youmu flicked the scabbard and retracted it into the strap behind her waist. She looked down at the frothing, collapsed, unconscious ghost man and shook her head.

It was a head-on blow to the throat, and after eating this knife, the ghost man didn't come up in one breath, and he passed out. If the demon dream is holding a real sword, or using spiritual power, then the evil ghost is already a corpse this day.

"Weak, too weak. ”

Youmu shook her head and smacked her lips. Even if good and evil are vulgar and annoying, she has never been murderous about good and evil. On the contrary, the good and evil guy is so weak and arrogant, and the demon dream has some pity for her.

How can such a person survive in this monster society?

"Hopefully the next time we meet, you'll give me a little challenge, if you still live to see me......"

Leaving such a sentence, good and evil may not be able to hear the words, she took a step, stepped over the body of good and evil, and left this place.

"I'm getting stronger. ”

This wasn't the first time Youmeng realized this, as she had noticed a change in herself the day after her battle with Nalan Twilight.

When she practiced swinging the sword, the image of Nalan Twilight naturally appeared in her mind, lingering. Was it the influence of the illusory environment of the underworld, or was the demonic power of this westbound demon thickened again? When she stood in the early morning mist with the bamboo sword in both hands, Nalan Twilight had been waiting in front of her for a long time.

It was an apparition, and Youmu knew it. But when he smiled and beckoned to her, Youmeng couldn't help it and swung his sword and slashed at it.

Then, without any suspense, she was defeated, and she was brutally thwarted by the apparition. Each of her swords could not hit the target, and although the opponent's counterattack could not really hurt her, it always brought her a cold that penetrated deep into her bone marrow. She was so immersed in it that by the time she came to her senses, she was collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely and exhausted.

"Strong, too strong......"

That phantom was created by Youmeng's brain, based on her impression of Nalan Twilight. She couldn't find out Nalan Yu's true strength, and her impression of him was limited to the battle at the banquet. Even so, Youmu is also deeply aware of the strength of the other party, as well as his own weakness.

In terms of swordsmanship, if the full score is 100 points, then Youmeng is confident that he can get 90 points, and Nalan Yu's level may not even be able to touch the passing line, to put it bluntly, he is a layman.

However, in actual combat, Nalan Yu's strength is 120 points, and he is good at using everything he can to achieve victory, and he is not limited to the weapon in his hand. In comparison, Youmeng only has 50 points - yes, she can't even play the 90-point swordsmanship that she is proud of.

"Is it a gap in experience, or is it a lack of exercise?No, the real reason is that you can't use your spiritual power at home!" Youmeng lay on the lawn of the courtyard, thinking about the reason for his failure.

No, it's not!

She actually understands it in her heart, but she just doesn't want to admit it. It is true that there is a gap between her and Nalan Twilight in all aspects, but that is not enough to make her defeated. The biggest problem with her soul demon dream is the sword.

She was bound by her own sword.

After Lou Guan's sword was shattered, Youmeng thought more than once, "If I don't have a sword, how can I fight?"

She was surprised to find that the thought of such a question left her mind blank, as if she had become a powerless little girl once she had no sword in her hand. However, that vampire Nalan Twilight, obviously only holding a dinner knife, can teach her a lesson.

Then, she realized that she had practiced swords for so long that she could only use swords, only use swords to think, and she didn't care about anything other than swordsmanship. At this point, it was impossible to tell whether she was making the sword or the sword was making her.

That's why she became so embarrassed when Nalan Twilight and his phantom attacked. That move, punch and kick, are all non-existent in swordsmanship, and they are all things that the sword in her hand will not tell her. She never thought that there would be such a way of fighting, but, in fact, there is such a way of fighting.

Soldiers, impermanence.

The real battle is not about two people holding swords and slashing back and forth. Those bells and whistles of "swordsmanship", if they can't give full play to their advantages in actual combat, are just a strange dance with iron pieces to play.

Youmu knew that what she really needed to do was not to continue to improve her swordsmanship. She can't be so "pretty" anymore, on the contrary, she must learn to lower her posture and become more "ugly". Only in this way will she be able to transform from a swordsmanship apprentice into a true warrior.

For her, this does not mean that she has given up her existing swordsmanship, but rather that in her hands, the first-class swordsmanship of the soul will be truly sublimated, from "art" to "martial arts".

"I felt something, bursting out of my body. ”

As he walked through the woods, Yumu lowered his head and looked at his hands. These hands are so rough that they don't look like the hands of a young girl in the age of cardamom, but this is the hand of the soul demon dream, and every scar on it is a proof of strength. The blood pulsated back and forth between her fingers, and the slight swelling was simply comfortable.

The moment of transformation is approaching.

"This is the Red Devil Pavilion. ”

After walking alone for a long time, Youmu finally came to the door of the mansion. She hadn't come here unconsciously as soon as she remembered how she had practiced with Nalan Twilight's Phantom every morning, although that was indeed one of the reasons she was here.

Mainly, it is because the people living in this museum are relatively old, have traveled to many countries in the East and the West, have very rich experience, and they are quite artistic. So Youmeng thought, what Baili Bailing lacks, will these vampires just have?

The red-haired and green-clothed doorman, Red Misuzu. Leaning on the edge of the wall of the gate, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, his face was serious, like a lion ready to attack. At this time, if there are outlaws who try to invade, she will definitely suddenly burst out and impose old fist sanctions on her!

This doorman Youmeng had seen it at a banquet, and she only thought that she was a very cheerful and reliable person, and of course she knew how to get along with such a person. Seeing that Youmu strode in front of Misuzu, bowed slightly, and said quite solemnly:

"In the Lower Soul Demon Dream, from the White Jade Building of the Underworld, I asked to see Lord Nalan Yu of the Red Devil Pavilion for some reason, may I ask ......?"

"Purr ......"

"Please...... Q?

If it weren't for Yume's ears, she must have heard a snoring sound. Hong Meiling's height is a head taller than her, and from her point of view, it's not very easy to analyze what the other party's specific expression is, but she just feels very serious. Youmeng stood on tiptoe, put his hand in front of the doorman's eyes, and waved it several times.

Completely, no response.

"Hmph-purrr......"

This intensified snoring made Youmu clearly realize the fact that this doorman was asleep standing up.

"Hey......"

A sigh.

Youmeng really regretted the good impression she had before. She is in a bit of a dilemma now, it is impossible to go back, and it is not good to break into the Red Devil Pavilion without permission, but it is not her style to disturb people's dreams for her own convenience. After a moment of hesitation, she chose a compromise plan, which was to leave a reminder for Misuzu without waking her up, and then quietly walked in.

"That's it. ”

Youmeng glanced down, and the line on the ground was marked out with the scabbard of the Louguan Sword:

"Soul Demon Dream, come to visit, disturbed!"

The handwriting is quite neat, although it is far inferior to Bai Ling's calligraphy, considering that it is drawn on the ground, this level will not lose the face of Bai Yulou.

"It's rude, Misuzu. ”

Whispering such a sentence, Youmeng quietly walked towards the big iron door. Unexpectedly, at the moment when she passed by Hong Misuzu, Misuzu, who was still asleep, punched.

I saw that Misuzu smacked the black tiger out of her heart, and she was caught off guard by the demon dream, and almost hit her in the chest. If it weren't for her quick reaction, she might have gone home to meet Yuyuko-sama.

"What's going on?"

Youmeng jumped backwards and was about to draw her sword, but Misuzu was one step ahead of her, and when she came up, she was caught up with a gorgeous "White Crane Bright Wings", which forced her to retreat again and again with a high-speed spinning and gyrom kick like a little swan ballet.

After that, the two took a few steps apart and confronted each other. Misuzu stretched her legs and feet, lowered her posture, and put on a fairly standard Chinese martial arts posture...... Even though she had her eyes closed, snoring, and bubbling with snot, she slept more than a dead pig.

Is this the legendary drunken fist...... An upgraded version of Sleeping Fist?

According to legend, this "sleeping fist" was created by Cao Mengde, the Wei Wu Emperor who was the hero of the Three Kingdoms, "I killed people in my dreams", and it was a set of quite sharp killing punches. This punch method is famous for accurately hitting the enemy's 000 acupoints, and once hit, it often makes people bleed and burst to death. In order to maximize the power of this boxing technique, martial artists often fall asleep in battle, and when their opponents are overwhelmed, they burst out and kill them. This is "godlessness is better than god", and only in the unconscious state can people give full play to the maximum potential of their bodies in order to achieve the realm of "killing people in dreams".

Therefore, those who practice this boxing technique have a good ability to sleep in any position anytime, anywhere, and this red beauty is no exception. Looking at her skillful standing and sleeping posture, I am afraid that her boxing skills have been successful. It is rumored that at the beginning of the appearance of this sleeping fist, the villains were frightened, and the children did not dare to cry at night. It wasn't until the Sima family usurped the throne that this son's single-handed killing fist method was gradually lost, and people were liberated from the fear of sleeping boxing.

Now, after many years, the ancient sleeping fist has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the demon dream is facing the biggest crisis in his life.