"Ghost Sword: Demon Boy Demon Devil's Fasting!"

The one who took the initiative to attack was still the soul demon dream. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Two people, two swords, two directions.

Youmeng and her half-spirit clones were lined up on the left and right sides of Nalan Twilight, each holding a sword, facing each other. The twin knives slashed through the air, and the two light blue knife lights connected straight into a line, and finally converged on the point where Nalan Twilight was.

"It's so straight!"

Nalan twilight tapped his toes and playfully flashed over the dashing track of the demon dreams, seeing the two demon dreams staggered in front of him. However, the knife doesn't end there.

People have passed, knives have passed, but the knife light remaining in the air has not flashed. As if possessing an entity, this sword light composed of pure spiritual power slowly spread, from the line to the surface, and finally turned into a wave of sharp blades, slapping towards Nalan Twilight.

Nalan Twilight couldn't see the spreading spiritual power, but he could feel that the air in front of him was vibrating violently—a sign that the slash was coming. Years of experience have taught him that when the sword wind blows the ends of his hair, he only has less than a tenth of a second to avoid the end of a human head falling to the ground.

Such a little time is enough for him.

"How's this trick?"

Youmeng stopped, turned around, pointed the tip of his sword at Nalan Twilight's location, and shouted.

There was no reply, and Youmeng looked at it fixedly, only to find that Nalan Twilight was no longer there.

The wind pressure pressed down from the top of her head aroused her survival instinct, no thinking, no hesitation, Youmeng full-screen muscle memory, with a slightly embarrassed forward roll, brushing the edge to dodge the knife of the top of Mount Tai.

The silver light took away a few of her hairs, like a brush with the scythe of death, dangerous and dangerous.

By the time Nalan had recovered from the cushioned position of the air-landing ground, Youmeng had already straightened up. She looked down at the deep slash on the soles of Nalan Hao's feet, and then at the table knife in his hand, and said in her heart:

"This is not the power of a table knife!"

Now, she finally understood why Nalan Twilight had to fight with a dinner knife - it wasn't playing tricks on her, and it wasn't a sign of being too conceited, he could really kill people with it.

"Too straight, too lacking in variety!"

Nalan Yu raised his hand, pointed the tip of the kitchen knife at Youmeng's face, and said loudly:

"The space we live in has three dimensions, you have two knives on hand, and you tell me that you can only cut straight lines?"

"Hug ...... Sorry!"

Although I don't know why I apologized, Youmeng still apologized.

"If I were you, I would make a horizontal cut in front of the opponent, and then let the half-spirit cut him in the back, so that he could not advance or retreat, and then jumped up directly and opened his scoop with a knife, relaxed and happy!"

"I have learned, I will definitely improve next time!"

Shouting like this, Youmeng half-bowed, and then, once again raised the Louguan Sword.

"Cut it down," Nalan beckoned to her, "Let me see what else you're capable of!"

"Prison Sword: One flash in two hundred years!"

The demon dream disappeared on the spot, and then, directly appeared in front of Nalan Twilight.

She's so fast, so fast that she can't even see it. In the last move, Nalan Yu still had a tenth of a second to dodge, and this move, he didn't even have a tenth of a second.

This knife is cut out in a real sense of "instant", it connects two adjacent points in time, there is no gap, no flaw.

This knife Nalan didn't dodge, he couldn't dodge, and ......

There is no need to hide.

Lou Guan's long sword pierced directly through Nalan Yu's body, and the tip of the knife broke through his back and protruded for a long time. The effect of this knife is so good that even the demon dream who succeeds in one blow feels a little incredible.

It's so easy, it's like a trap.

"What are you doing in a daze!"

With such a roar, Nalan Yu leaned up on his neck and smashed a headbutt on her face.

Well, a trap indeed.

Youmeng's eyes were blackened by this mallet, and his legs were weak and he sat on the ground. The Louguan sword was left on Nalan Yu's body.

When she fell, Yumu seemed to hear the exclamation of Yuyuko in Seshiji Temple, but she had no time to care.

Hot blood spurted out of her nose and onto the hem of her clothes. She saw that there were three Nalan swords standing in front of her, and five Louguan swords were inserted into his body, she wanted to go up and pull out the swords, but she couldn't tell which one was real, and she couldn't get up from the ground.

Only then did she realize that Nalan Yu was not stabbed because she couldn't dodge, but deliberately let her be stabbed, and then seized the moment when the distance between the two was shortened and immediately counterattacked.

This guy's attack range and attack methods can be described as stretched, but he has repeatedly forced the main attack of Youmeng into a desperate situation in an extremely light way.

Is...... Brilliant.

"Your advantage is fast, your disadvantage is that you are too fast. ”

Nalan Twilight's voice sounded ethereal, sometimes far and near, and he couldn't tell where it came from, but the content of the words remained in Youmeng's mind word by word.

"With such a fast speed, how far do you need to stop if you miss, and how big of a hole do you leave for your opponent?

"Or is your body spinning faster than your brain, and you don't even think about it?"

As he spoke, Nalan Yu pulled out the Lou Guan sword from his body, wiped the blood with his suit shirt, and threw it back to Youmeng.

"Listen, girl, I'm no slower than you. If I were to sprint at you, it would be a question of whether you would be able to dodge. But I'm definitely not going to rush with my head over, and the reason for this, you can think about it yourself. ”

"Yes...... Yes, under ...... By all means next time......"

Youmeng replied vaguely, holding the Louguan sword in both hands, and staggered to his feet. She couldn't even stand on her feet now, her nose was broken, and, judging by the sweat and the continuous wheezing, her strength should have bottomed out.

Seeing that she was so embarrassed, Nalan Hao asked:

"Can you still fight?"

"Yes!"

This sentence is full of power.

"Then come on, attack me with the aim of killing me!"

"Yes!"

Wiping off the nosebleed with his sleeve, Youmeng raised his knife again and put himself on a posture. At the same time, her half-spirit was also prepared on the other side, and the short Bailou Sword was held in the backhand, hidden behind her, which was the grip of a zero-distance assassination.

"This person ......" In the audience, Remilia Scarlett sighed heavily, "If you want to take care of the juniors, just say it, it's too frank to play like this!"

"It's the same as the eldest lady. ”

Sakiya, who was standing behind her, said.

"How can I have!" Remilia immediately became anxious when she heard this, and exclaimed, "I have always been frank in my work, how can he be so careful!"

"My sister is the kind of person who pretends to have a lot of ideas, but messes up every time!"

Fran, who was sitting next to her, interjected.

"Silly girl, shut up!"

Remilia pressed Fran's brain like a whack-a-mole, and then she said with a serious face:

"Listen, arrogance and tsundere are different! As the master of the Red Devil Pavilion, I ......"

"It's a dead tsundere. Pache Noreki said precipitously.

"Patsy!"

"Haha!"

Looking at Remilia's angry appearance, even if she was as calm as Pachua, she couldn't help but smile. She covered her mouth with her sleeve, laughed a few times, and then said with a straight face:

"Okay, don't make a fuss, the battle over there is nearing its end. ”

"It's time for class!" said Fran.

"No, apparently not. Remilia, who had just lost her majesty, smiled as if she had seen through everything:

"If Nalan really intends to mentor this little girl, then this battle is just the first lesson of the entire school year. ”