"Ping Pong...... Ping...... Table tennis...... Table tennis...... Bite...... While...... While. ”

The dense and monotonous sound of gold and iron clashing sounded again, and after another round of rapid switching between attack and defense, the two separated again.

The high sense of tension and the long-term mental condensation made Zheng Ming's spirit slightly tired, and his breathing became rapid.

He calmed his slightly disordered breathing, looked at the black armor covered with white marks, and under the pouring of energy and the burning of the black flame, the black armor slowly returned to normal.

Nuo Lan on the other side was even more embarrassed than Zheng Ming. He had no time to recover his scorched ice armor. In his opinion, the energy used to restore the ice armor seemed a bit extravagant.

He gasped a few times, smacked a mouthful of blood on the ground that was constantly spilling from the injury, and smiled.

The snow-white teeth were mottled with blood, and they stood out unusually under the pale lips.

"Huh, you know what? Whether it is boxing, swordsmanship or swordsmanship, when you reach a certain level, you will integrate your own perception and experience. Therefore, when two people reach a certain level and collide with each other with all their might, it is actually a collision of two people's beliefs. This is essentially two people betting on everything they have collided with each other. In this process, both parties can more or less feel each other's beliefs and ideas. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"You...... Have a conviction? ”

Nuo Lan's cold question made Zheng Ming slightly stunned, and his thoughts seemed to return to the days when he followed Arthur to learn kendo more than ten years ago.

"How can I explain it to you? You should feel that way. When you're engrossed, the perceived passage of time slows down. It feels like a long time has passed, but it's actually just a moment. ”

Hearing Arthur's explanation, Zheng Ming nodded yes thoughtfully.

"Oh, there were. In the past, when I played games and team battles, the skill CD was only one second away, but I pressed the keyboard wildly and it couldn't be released. It wasn't until it felt like a long time had passed that I realized that there were still a few tenths of a second left. ”

Arthur didn't understand what Zheng Ming was saying, but he was already a little used to Zheng Ming using all kinds of words that he couldn't understand, so he just nodded and didn't delve into it.

"In summary. When both parties are in this state and observe each other's attack patterns, figure out each other's thoughts, and want to find flaws to defeat each other, they will understand each other better when their attacks collide with each other. ”

"Huh? What are you talking about? Mind reading? ”

"It's not mind-reading. It's more abstract than that, but it goes straight to the source. More like a feeling. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Anyway, I'm a great swordsman now, right? Even you can't easily defeat me with swordsmanship alone. Why don't I feel this way? ”

Arthur was silent for a long time when he heard this, and then asked the question that made Zheng Ming confused for a long time.

"What are you fighting for? What are your beliefs? Have you really opened your heart? ”

Memories that had already been thrown into the corner by Zheng Ming surfaced, but were interrupted by the attack that followed by Nuo Lan.

When he came back to his senses, the tip of the long ice blue knife was already pointing straight to his chest, close in front of him.

At the critical moment, Zheng Ming suddenly burst out with all his strength. With a loud bang, the ground was unbelievable under his stomping, and with this reaction force, Zheng Ming quickly retreated, swinging his blade to the side at the critical moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce the heart of his chest.

"Poof."

The sound of flesh being pierced came, and the icy blue tip of the knife sank into Zheng Ming's right shoulder, and was finally blocked by the tough muscles and bones. A bloodshot ice flower bloomed on Zheng Ming's right shoulder.

Zheng Ming snorted, ignoring the pain in his right shoulder, and kicked forward with all his might. Although Nolan raised her leg to block, she couldn't prevent the end of being blasted out.

In the spray of flesh and ice, in Zheng Ming's muffled snort of pain, Nuo Lan was kicked out. By the time he barely managed to balance in mid-air and stopped his body, he had already plowed two ten-meter-long ditches between the two.

On one side is Zheng Ming, who let out a low roar and incinerates the ice flower that spreads on his right shoulder with black flames, and on the other side is Nuo Lan, whose right leg is constantly trembling and his body is unstable. The two sides looked at each other from a distance of ten meters.

To distract me from a sneak attack? Insidious enough.

Just when Zheng Ming was secretly reflecting on his own mistake just now, Nuo Lan spoke again.

"Courageous, heroic, upright, without the slightest deception and change, with a solid foundation and a wide open and closed sword path to compress the opponent's space, and finally make the opponent surrender. I've fought against Arthur, so I know that this is Arthur's sword path, right? It is precisely because of his character that he is suitable for this kind of sword path. But you're not him, and it seems to me that you're just a poor imitation. This kind of sword way is used in your hands, full of contradictions and distortions. It's not you at all. ”

"Huh? Do you want to deceive me with words and make me show my flaws? What's the use of saying so much? You still can't beat me? Finally standing I am my botched imitator, not you! ”

"You see, that's the difference. If it were Arthur, he wouldn't have said such things. And this kind of thing is simply not going to shake him. It is precisely because of this inconsistent awkwardness that I am even more unconvinced. Why? How did you, who can't even see yourself, grow to this height? ”

Zheng Ming was too lazy to listen to what the other party had to say. For him, swordsmanship and swordsmanship are the same, but they are just means of killing. It doesn't make much difference whether or not there is an injection of mess.

He glanced over his right shoulder, and the cold had been dispelled under the scorching black flames. However, considering that the effects of the injury were still there, he switched the fire blade to his left hand. He flicked his long knife in mid-air slightly, and after a little familiarization, he launched another round of attacks.

Due to the injury on her right leg, Nuo Lan's speed has decreased significantly, and she can no longer keep up with Zheng Ming's speed smoothly. Under Zheng Ming's stormy attack, he could only parry in place with a hard pestle. He knew in his heart that with the injury in his right leg, dodging would only cause his body to be unstable and reveal flaws. It's even more dangerous.

Although he desperately parried, unloaded, and deflected a series of fire blade attacks, he lacked the ability to dodge, and his already dominant power became even more dangerous.

The black flames emitted by the heat continued to melt the ice armor on his body, leaving dark and mottled ugly marks on it. In the end, he broke through the ice and cut one wound after another, followed by a burning sound with blood.

Win!

Defeat is assured!

The two voices sounded in the hearts of Zheng Ming and Nuo Lan almost at the same time. Just as Nuo Lan sighed and wanted to fight hard, and Zheng Ming wanted to deliver the final blow, the ice dragon Griffins, who had been hovering in the sky, let out a wail and rushed down.

"Bang."

Dragon's blood spurted out like a rain of blood.

Zheng Ming, who couldn't move when the long knife was stuck in the dragon's arm, saw the ice dragon Griffens facing his hideous huge mouth, and his face changed sharply.

He could clearly see that in the monstrous dragon's mouth, deep in the throat, a ball with an icy blue exterior burning white flame was spinning at an extremely fast speed, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

"Damn it, Black Flame, Dragon's Breath."

As Zheng Ming's mind moved, the black flames around him skyrocketed, and at the same time, an illusory dragon head appeared behind him.

The jet-black dragon breath that erupted from the illusory dragon head collided with the frost dragon breath sprayed by the ice dragon Griffins. Scorching heat and cold. Two extreme forces converge.

"Boom."

In the deafening explosion, two distinct extreme forces blended with each other. After the violent explosion, the hot steam rushed around with the shock wave, like a milky tsunami, drowning both sides.

The snow and ice that had accumulated on the ground for countless years melted, revealing large expanses of land with a hint of blackness. In the center of the circular land that spreads outward, a shallow pit with a radius of tens of meters comes into view.

The steaming mist finally dissipated, and Zheng Ming, who was covered in lacerations and broken armor, staggered and maintained his standing posture. Following the two lines under his feet, the seriously injured and lying white dragon not far from the center of the pit suddenly appeared in front of him.

Behind him was a small patch of undamaged snow, in stark contrast to the bare ground. Nuo Lan, who didn't receive much impact on it, got up from the ground with a surprised look and looked at the figure in front of him like a small hillside.

"Greyfins ......"

After calling out the name of the ice dragon in a complicated tone, Nuo Lan's face gradually turned cold and hard, and he reprimanded him beyond everyone's expectations.

"Nonsense! This is a sacred duel. Who allowed you to join without permission? ”

"But you're dying."

"Even if I'm dead. You shouldn't break the rules of the duel either. ”

"Anyway, they sabotaged it last time."

"You! You get out of the way for me. This is my fight. ”

In Zheng Ming's sarcastic eyes, Nuo Lan gave an order to the ice dragon Greyfins.

"Griffins, my king of the North, Nolan, orders you to step aside."

Seeing that the ice dragon Greyphons was reluctant to listen, Nuo Lan didn't say anything, only to see him silently raise his long knife and stab himself fiercely.

"What are you doing?"

Under the surprised gaze of Grefens, Nolan cut off the right arm he used to hold the knife in the midst of the crowd's exclamations.

"Good. Can't I go? ”

After leaving a word, the ice dragon flapped his wings and left rather aggrieved. Zheng Ming on the side looked at the blood-spilled figure, and his expression was a little complicated.

"Alright. While these two injuries may not be comparable to your loss, they may still be unfair. But that's all I can do. Next, move on. ”

Seeing Nuo Lan staggering and limping closer, Zheng Ming's heart could be described as mixed.

On the one hand, Nuo Lan's act of begging for death seemed to him to be very stupid and incomprehensible, and on the other hand, he didn't know if it was in favor of himself, and he had admiration for Nuo Lan's persistence and persistence.

"I don't have much strength left. Then came the final blow. ”

Under Nuo Lan's solemn reminder, Zheng Ming was slightly stunned. Immediately, a long knife was condensed again in his right hand.

"Okay."

At this time, Zheng Ming's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and he didn't know why he actually fought between life and death, and a feeling of indescribability rose.

"Maybe that's what it's like to be interested?"

Zheng Ming, who had never had a hobby and seemed indifferent to everything, suddenly had a realization in his heart. The pain in his body was like a catalyst that made him tremble slightly with excitement, and the strong enemy in front of him made him feel respect. The imminent uncertainty between life and death made it even more difficult for him to hold on.

Pouring all the energy into the long knife and preparing for the final blow, Nuo Lan was slightly stunned when he looked at Zheng Ming, who was silently raised in silence under the raging flames on the opposite side.

"He's laughing! He felt the pleasure! Have you finally experienced the fun of dueling? ”

After secretly sighing, the corners of Nuo Lan's mouth couldn't help but curl high, he clenched the old guy in his hand, and rushed forward with a long roar.

"Scorching Frostland!"

The stumbling figure did not hide the brilliance of his attack. When his blade rose up with an ice blue flame that burned like a flame, it instantly attracted all of Zheng Ming's attention.

That beautiful flame was full of vitality and vitality, beating lively, and the air around it was even faintly twisted and deformed under this flame, so that Zheng Ming, who was facing this attack, had the illusion of a heat wave on his face.

"Flow blade 若燚 (yì)!"

With Zheng Ming yelling uncontrollably excitedly, the black flames swept into the long knife. The huge fire blade was sharply compressed, and the long knife slowly melted under the high temperature of the black flame after compression, and finally fused with the black flame to form a constantly fluctuating jet black water blade.

The jet-black Water Blade Black Flame attack collides with the white-blue Flame Ice attack. There was no crash or explosion.

In a blinding light, the two attacks glowed and heat again compared to the stalemate, silent dissolution.

At this critical moment, Zheng Ming finally experienced for the first time the collision of wills that Arthur and Nuo Lan said.

In his feelings, the other party is like a flower blooming alone in the cold winter wind, a tree that stands tall. Even though the cold wind like a knife kept destroying him, he was unwilling to fall down and gritted his teeth and stood upright. Zheng Ming felt the unyielding and persistent, as well as the remarkable resilience.

At the same time, he felt as strong as a devout believer. It's not about believing in gods, it's about sticking to tradition and commitment.

In a trance, the light dissipated, and the two people who attacked each other also staggered.

Zheng Ming was wrapped in a cloud of ice and imprisoned inside. And Nuolan's body was also covered in scorched black.

The warm breeze blows, and the time passes.

With a slight click, cracks filled the crystal clear ice, and black flames burst out of it. Sweating profusely, Zheng Ming struggled to crawl out.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, staring at Nolan. However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see the slightest reaction from the other party.

Zheng Ming condensed several black needles and launched a tentative attack on the other party. The other party did not react in the slightest, the black needle penetrated, and Nuo Lan still maintained the previous position. And it was only at this time that Zheng Ming realized that Nuo Lan was dead, and he turned in a big circle and walked to the position facing the other party.

A pitch-black burn on Nuolan's neck was the first to come into view, and she approached cautiously. He nudged the other man, and it was only then that Nolan fell apart.

"Even though it has a scorching flame as its core, it behaves like a stream of water that embraces all things?"

Recalling Nuo Lan's last evaluation, Zheng Ming didn't know what expression to make.

"Whew~~~ I will always remember your Nolan Lan."

After breathing a long sigh of relief, Zheng Ming returned to his usual expression. He picked up the broken ice blade full of burn marks, and without bothering to carefully check the description of the item, he reached out and pressed the opponent's corpse to activate the devouring ability.

(End of chapter)