"I guess you're ignoring my experience, though." Yu Zhenyu took a step back, and the long sword pressed down, blocking the opponent's offensive line.

The two swords clashed, sending out a bright spark.

Shen Liang didn't wait for the move to be old, and slid lightly on the ground, taking advantage of the situation to the back of Yu Zhenyu.

And the white-haired general was also turning around as fast as he could.

It's like dancing in the snow with a weird lightness.

Two whirlwinds of wind fluttered back and forth from the soles of the two of them, rolling up blood-stained snowflakes......

"You know, not all battles happen in war."

Yu Zhenyu smiled, his face was full of wrinkles, he raised his single sword in front of him, and looked at the other party lightly.

"So what else? Assassination? Shen Liang flipped his wrist, exerted force on the soles of his feet, and bullied forward.

The light of the flame rose out of thin air.

Then a fierce cold wind blew in front of you.

Yu Zhenyu's silver-white long sword was sharply enlarged in front of his eyes.

It seemed ethereal, but it happened to point to his chest.

Shen Liang frowned slightly, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

The long sword slashed vertically in the air, colliding with the peak.

Shen Liang's elbow sank, and he felt as if he had hit a huge iceberg.

And in the corner of his eye, the white-haired old man didn't move a single step.

It's also strange to say, that feeling-

It's like the other party has seen through his attack a long time ago, and the sword has been placed in its place early, waiting for him to collide with it.

Shen Liang took a step back and looked at the other party coldly.

This kind of play-and-play style is really bad news for his aggressive attacking style.

If you don't do it, it won't be long before the other party will run out of spiritual power.

Is it the ability to predict?

He couldn't help but think of the description of the bad old man of the enemy country in the military intelligence-

Sword of the Prophet.

It is not only his long-term vision of military strategy, but also his genius of extraordinary wisdom in the whole country and personnel transfers.

It turns out that there is also itself as a warrior, when fighting one-on-one, can predict the opponent's attack?

But......

Shen Liang shook his head slightly, not believing this at all.

If there were so-called prophets, then they would not have to fight here either.

Tell me the future and the answer directly, how nice?

If you don't think about it in terms of foresight......

What will it be?

An electric light suddenly flashed in Shen Liang's mind.

He took a deep breath, reined in the murderous aura of his whole body, and the whole person entered a state of stagnant water.

"Oh?" Yu Zhenyu's calm face finally had a trace of waves, "It turns out that you have entered the tenfold realm......"

Shen Liang smiled noncommittally and attacked again.

The sword light sliced a flame through the air, opening its mouth like a poisonous snake to pounce.

Just as the flames were about to burn Yu Zhenyu, his body spun in place, sideways out of the way, and then—

In Shen Liang's gaze, the other party's cold long sword was piercing through his red flame gap.

Poof.

The sharp long sword was nailed straight into his right shoulder, and Shen Liang turned sideways and flipped out.

The whole world spun, and in the corner of his eye, there was a faint smile on the corner of Yu Zhenyu's mouth.

Shen Liang's heart was shocked-

How did he do it?

A streak of blood splattered from his right shoulder, and the whole person slammed into the snowdrift.

Shen Liang couldn't care about the pain all over his body, and with a support of his left hand, the whole person slid away on the ground.

"Bell ......"

The sword slammed straight into where he had been, making a loud noise.

Shen Liang covered his injured right shoulder, knelt on one knee, and looked coldly at the black figure.

Yu Zhenyu walked slowly, pulled out his long sword from the ground, and waved it at his side.

"Looks like you're still too young?"

Shen Liang took a deep breath and frowned even tighter.

Originally, I thought it was relying on the perception of spiritual power, so I knew his attack path in advance, avoided it in the slightest, and even guided him to crash into his sword.

However, after reining in the breath of his whole body, he can still do this, is it really the ability of foreknowledge?

……

Emiya stepped up the steps, his shoes rubbing against the stone slab with a slight sound.

In this empty secret room, which was now the only one, it seemed a little too loud and terrifying.

One of his hearts was pounding, for fear of being discovered by any of the guards and being locked back.

The words Ye Ziqing said before seemed to still linger in his ears.

A swordsmith like him can either be a help or a scourge for those in power in various countries.

If you don't leave, not only will you not have freedom, but you may even lose your life.

At the entrance to that staircase, a red-clad guard lay vertically, blood pouring from under his body, and it was impossible to distinguish between the blood and the robe of his faithfulness.

Wei Gong could imagine that when Ye Ziqing rushed in, he would inevitably have to deal with the enemies he encountered on the road.

Judging by the other party's dead expression, there was hardly any pain.

It is conceivable that the Sword Heavenly Concubine, who has lived for hundreds of years, has such terrifying strength.

Wei Gong suddenly became a little scared-

The previous one is not the answer to the answer, it is clearly a trap, if he chooses any country to play for, even if it is Ken Rin Sakura, I am afraid that he will be in a different place.

Emiya swallowed with difficulty, kicking the cold corpse away slightly on his tiptoes.

Although Ten Thousand was reluctant, he still chose to change into the other party's clothes just in case.

If you meet Yonghuiwei later, you may be able to fool the past.

Emiya was neatly dressed, and touched the dampness from his back with his hand, and his palms were red.

What an unlucky ghost, someone was stabbed in the back of the heart.

He wiped the blood stains on his red cloak and lowered his head to pick up the other man's sword.

It's a pity that his Memory Twin Sword and the Leaping Sword have been taken away, otherwise......

Wei Gong showed an embarrassed and helpless smile, with his current ability, he couldn't make any waves.

After being fed that medicine, the whole spiritual vein was empty.

Wei Gong clenched his broadsword and swung it in the air, it was very heavy, although it was not as good as his two divine swords, but it was also a good sword.

He pursed the corners of his lips, showed a helpless smile, and lowered his head into the corridor ahead.

It was a narrow walkway for only two people walking side by side, with a top layer of rocks and water droplets seeping through the melting snow and ice.

A drop of water dripped from above, smashed open on the ground, splashed, and made a crisp sound.

It's so clear on this nightmare journey.

It's like a knock on his heart, making people breathless.

Emiya's heart was pounding wildly, and he walked cautiously, his ears pricked up, listening carefully to everything around him.

Together with the sound of his breathing, it became extremely loud......