Ian took a stance and swung his sword at Zack slowly. It wasn't until the sword was close and the tip of the sword touched Zack's defense that the spirit swung its sword away.

Ian paused, secretly happy, "It works." ”

So he withdrew the sword, pointed at Zack, and stabbed straight away. This time it's a little faster than just now.

Zach still parried in the same position, and didn't swing his sword to unload the attack until Ian's longsword was almost in front of him.

The young man's face was happy, this time he didn't stop at all, turned around and swiped the two swords to stab at the right abdomen and left shoulder of the spirit body respectively, and Zack's reaction to block became earlier, but the interval between the two swords was too short, and it was still too late to block the second sword.

With a "bang", the tip of the sword sank into Zack's left shoulder, and Ian frowned and hurriedly withdrew the sword.

He adjusted his breathing to stabilize his mind, which was shaken by Zach's injury, and summarized his reflection.

It seems that it is still necessary to take it step by step, grasp the rhythm that can be controlled at the moment, and then slowly speed up.

As if playing chess with himself, Ian and his spirit body attacked and defended, one person and one spirit, and the blades of the sword struck each other, and they fought happily. These days and nights have kept Zach in a state of manifestation, and as he became more familiar with his sword skills and Zack's mastery, this dual-purpose practice finally took effect. And the way the old man played chess with himself gave him new inspiration.

Controlling only one person, the spirit, or oneself at a time. Just like the old man constantly switching identities when he played chess, Ian only kept the basic psychic power necessary to manifest Zack, and left the rest for himself to switch between the spirit and himself, so that both the spirit and himself could fight with all their might. As soon as his move is released, he immediately controls Zack with all his strength to respond, and his spiritual power is transferred to Zack in an instant, and then returns to himself in an instant. He felt like a wandering spirit, constantly possessing his body and Zack's spirit, alternating at high speed.

The time from the swing of the sword to the time when the blade was about to touch the other party was all the preparation time left for him. During this time, he can decide when to switch and how much reaction time he has to spare.

It wasn't long before Ian was excited to discover that he could make the transition more often, but with less control time. Slice the time of a sword into countless instants, and his spiritual power can jump back and forth between the spirit and his own body. The higher the concentration, the slower time seems to become, and the more comfortable he is.

Zach gradually began to look for opportunities to attack from pure defense, and the alternation of offense and defense appeared more and more frequently.

Ian, having mastered the new method, stopped. While resting, carefully check the consumption of your spiritual power. He thought back to the actual combat pressure of the previous night, which gave him a better understanding of his current spirit control limits.

"Twelve," he mentally determined a number, "a maximum of twelve consecutive manifestations without the spirit being broken is the maximum amount of consumption that my psychic power can bear at the moment. ”

With the rapid improvement of the familiarity with alternate control, the rhythm of the sword fight between the two gradually accelerated, and it was already like a mutual attack and defense mode. Ian's black cloak flew through the forest, silver-white and pale blue blades clashing and sparks flying. As Zack's psychic power gradually increased, his pale blue blade and body shuttled through the forest faster and faster.

A sword intersected, and the two couldn't hold each other. The blue light in Ian's eyes suddenly condensed, and Zack's entire body became clearer, and then he pushed Ian away five or six steps away with a sharp push.

"Hehe, let me see how far I can synchronize......" As soon as the words fell, the two of them disappeared in an instant, leaving only the fallen leaves that were suddenly carried up by the air current, and two footprints that were deep in the mud.

"Bell!" The two figures, one black and one blue, met again, and the impact of the blade shook the dead leaves and gravel on the ground.

Ian looked down and saw that he was only half a step ahead of Zach.

This momentary collision is actually a long, treacherous and terrifying game in Ian's eyes. Because their psychic power is constantly switching between the spirit and themselves, both sides continue to change their starting moves to deal with and crack each other's moves as the distance between them continues to decrease. At the moment of impact, the final sword move was determined, and I really made myself sweat. If you don't handle it properly and hack yourself to death, you will really be laughed at by the bard for a thousand years.

"Papapapa......" There was a sudden round of applause.

"Good!"

"One more!"

Then there was the sound of silver coins falling to the ground.

Ian turned his head and noticed that there was already a large circle of people around him, and they threw silver coins at him.

Cat people, lizard people, liger people, gnolls, raccoon people...... The laid-back sub-human spectators of the Confederate state all regarded Ian as a street performer who sold swordsmanship.

"Wait, I'm not ......" Ian was about to explain aloud when he suddenly saw a familiar tall figure running away from the crowd.

"Sid, they're treating me like an artist!" Ian said helplessly.

Sid glanced at the silver coins on the spot, turned around and bowed on the spot, and made an imperial salute to the audience:

"Thank you, thank you for cheering!"

"What are you doing, help pick it up!" Sid shouted at Ian as he picked up the silver coin.

Ian glared at Sid, so angry that he didn't know what to say.

"Here, here, see it!" Lena came out of nowhere, rushing to pick up the silver coin......

When it gets dark, Sid, Ian, and Lena sit in a Federal-style tavern. Stone columns, iron-reinforced hardwood tables and chairs, walls adorned with tapestries and animal heads, and few patrons of the human race.

"Alright, don't be angry. Sid sneered as he cut off a chicken leg with a knife and handed it to Ian's plate, "You see, thanks to you, we can have a good meal." Hurry up and eat, you'll be on your way tomorrow. ”

"Why does it sound so unlucky?" said Lena, frowning as she swallowed a piece of chicken.

"It's like, who's going on the road, it's really frustrating......" Ian gave him a blank look.

"Okay, okay, Lord Ian is right in everything, eat the chicken, it's going to be cold!" Sidle said heavily, cutting off another chicken leg and putting it in his bowl.

The fire in the fireplace of the tavern was blazing, and the candlelight made the faces of the guests flushed. The territory of the Federation is mostly deserted, although it is already a dew moon, but the temperature difference between day and night is very large, and it is more pleasant to light a fire after nightfall.

Ian suddenly realized that this tavern was very different from what he had seen in the Empire. What's the difference?

The decoration is slightly different, but there is nothing special except for the tapestries. That's right, it's the guests.

There were three people sitting at the bar, none of them human.

Sitting on the far left is a raccoon man heavy warrior, his two-handed warhammer hammer propped up beside him with his head on the ground. To his right sat a lizardman swordsman, whose gender was not visible from behind, and the lizardmen's scales diffused a faint reflection in the firelight. In the past, he was an elegant cat man, who was supposed to be a woman, and his outfit was very peculiar...... Is she a priest? Ian couldn't tell.

Turning his head to look around, there were all seated warriors in chain mail, archers in soft leather armor, and fierce fighters with various short weapons. At the other table, a sword-slasher as wide as Ian's shoulders was leaning against the wall behind his master, his companion's heavy tungsten shield at their feet, and the sword slung hastily across the table. The drinkers drank and sang ugly songs from time to time, making a loud noise.

This was not the tavern he was familiar with. The tavern he was familiar with was a place for the rude miners in the Blue Village to drink and make trouble, and a place for drunkards to use their drunkards to make trouble for their maids, not here. There's a different smell in the air here.

What are they discussing? Not women, not scandals of the aristocracy, what are they discussing?

I can't hear it clearly, it's too noisy. Ian mobilized the mental power of his whole body to hold his breath, but only vaguely heard one word: war.

War? Who's at war with whom? What does it have to do with these drinkers? Wait, who are they......

"Ian, Ian!" Sid patted Ian on the shoulder, gesturing to the door of the tavern.

Lena was waving at them over there, as if to tell them to get out.

Seeing Sid and Ian get up, Lena turned and walked out of the tavern.

Even though the light outside the house was dim, even if Lena was a raccoon man, Ian could tell that she was worried and worried.

"What's wrong?" asked Sid, "who's looking for you?"

"The Messenger of the Chamber of Commerce. Lena replied.

Just now, when Ian was in a daze, Lena was called out by someone.

"Several countries in the Federal State have already declared a state of combat readiness. Lena coldly repeated the message.

"Combat readiness, against whom?" asked Sid.

"Warcraft!" the-man girl sighed heavily, "In recent days, there has been a sudden increase in the number of Warcraft attacks. The Chamber of Commerce received information that some small villages had been destroyed. ”

No wonder there were so many warriors in the tavern, Ian thought to himself.

"It's not good news," Ian asked Lena, "but why are you so serious......?"

Could it be that in the destroyed village, there is a ...... her hometown?

"Yes...... "Lina nodded sadly, "I lost a trading stronghold, a specialty of that village...... I'm afraid I'll never be able to stock again......"

Ian was speechless. The only reason to make Lena unhappy is the loss of silver coins, and there must be nothing else.

The girl thought about something, hesitated, and suddenly looked up, looked at Ian and Sid, and said, "Are you still willing to send me to Oasis Town?"

was asked coldly by her, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Lena put three fingers into her pen: "If you want, I'll give each of you an additional reward of three more gold coins!"

"What are you talking about," Sid gently pressed Lena's three chubby fingers, "Of course, a total of six gold coins will be added, and it's decided." ”