A dim mist permeated the manor.

Lin Sheng carried the black sword and slowly walked along the right side of the carriageway.

From time to time, there is a small clatter of gravel and dried grass roots.

On both sides, there was also the sound of the leaves swaying in the wind.

Lin Sheng glanced at both sides, and on the left and right sides was a dim dense forest, and the black branches were shaking, as if something might rush out of the darkness at any time.

Directly ahead, a lone pole stands at a Y-shaped fork, and a rickety black oil lamp hangs from the pillar.

Under the oil lamp, two shriveled and pitch-black corpses were back to back, tilting their heads next to the street lamp.

The two corpses were dressed in black clothes, and their faces could not be seen clearly, except for the messy white hair covering their heads like weeds.

Lin Sheng paused, and slowly approached forward with his sword.

There was an empty space around the street lamps, and the wind was whining.

The closer he got, the more inexplicable loneliness Lin Sheng felt. It's like a person standing in the middle of an empty football field, surrounded by empty space.

"It's at least four or five hundred meters away from the manor, so I shouldn't encounter the monster that killed me again, right?"

Lin Sheng knew very well that his jin liang, the speed and strength of that monster were far from being matched by him.

Now, although he has gained some of Ravel's memories, his real strength is still very weak.

One is that his physical fitness has not changed, and his strength and speed are still the same.

The second is that all he got was Ravel's memory fragments, and he only mastered a straight stab technique, and this was only the most basic of the basic moves.

"In terms of true strength, in Ravel's environment, I may not even be a qualified reserve warrior. Lin Sheng smiled bitterly in his heart.

But the thought that he might be able to get a memory fragment by killing the monster filled his heart with anticipation.

Carrying his sword, he slowly approached vigilantly.

Walk until you are less than a meter away from the body.

Lin Sheng poked the corpse's arm with the tip of his sword.

Syllable.

A corpse fell to the ground, its head grunting and rolling off its neck. Revealing a dagger he had come back to hide.

"Dead?" Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes and picked the dagger with the tip of his sword.

With a click, the dagger rolled out and fell to the side of the mud.

Hiss...

Suddenly, a familiar hissing sound came from Lin Sheng's right side.

His eyes widened, and he immediately looked in the direction from which the voice came.

In the darkness, a monster with a black sword growing out of its right arm slowly limped towards him.

The monster had a white turban wrapped around its head, and a little bit of blood seeped out. The exposed skin on the neck and arms was covered with ulcering pus.

"Again..."Lin Sheng clenched his black sword and stared at it.

With Ravel's broken memories, he felt he could try to fight the monster head-on.

"A sneak attack won't solve the problem. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to face this dilemma. Lin Sheng took a deep breath, held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it high, and put it in his ear.

Hiss....

The rotten swordsman is getting closer, closer and closer.

Lin Sheng's spirit became more and more concentrated.

Call...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.

Lin Sheng slashed down in an instant, and the black sword made a sharp sound of breaking the air in the dark night, and slashed straight towards the neck of the rotten swordsman.

If this blow hits, it can definitely cause a one-hit kill, although the rotten swordsman has great strength and good swordsmanship, but his own body is rotten and extremely fragile. Once hit, there is basically no help.

The Rotten Swordsman didn't sit still, the black sword in its hand was raised upward, drawing an arc, and crashing into Lin Sheng's blade.

Clang.

Lin Sheng's sword was swung to the outside, and Ravel's battle memories came into play.

He stepped back to the right, avoiding the Rotten Swordsman's attack.

"Die. ”

Lin Sheng held the sword in both hands and went down. Trying to cut off the other person's wrist.

Clang.

There was another muffled thud, and the blow was once again blocked by the Rotten Swordsman with the Black Sword Gauntlet.

The two stepped back.

In less than a second, Lin Sheng pounced forward again, and the black sword in his hand was like a black snake, straight and sharp piercing the chest of the rotten swordsman.

Clang.

Again, the move was blocked.

Lin Sheng took two steps back again.

The two resumed their confrontation face to face.

Naxi swordsmanship is like this ancient swordsmanship, timing, angle, speed, distance, etc., are all very important. And when the two sides are not much different in these areas, the current situation will arise.

The sound of continuous exchanges spread far and wide. There was a faint hissing in the distance.

Lin Sheng entangled with the Rotten Swordsman for a while again, and the other thing and Ravel were completely two types.

This guy is not very aggressive, but he is very defensive. He attacked several times in a row, but was accurately blocked by the opponent.

Call... Call.... Call...

Lin Sheng gasped, his physical strength was almost at its limit.

Despite these weeks of continuous workouts, he was essentially the high school student who exercised very little.

Being able to fight the Rotten Swordsman for so long is an anomaly.

Every time the black sword collided, he felt his arms go numb, and he needed to do his best to barely stabilize the black sword.

And the Rotten Swordsman only draws his sword with one hand.

This means that the power gap between him and the other party is also very large.

"Enough....!" Lin Sheng felt sweat running down his forehead and temples, and his body was like an exhaust fan about to burp, desperately trying to breathe fresh oxygen out.

By now, this dream is not much different from the real reality in terms of perception.

He could even feel the goosebumps on his skin as the cold wind blew on his skin.

"It must be solved as soon as possible!Otherwise, we will withdraw first!" With a decision in his mind, Lin Sheng stared at the rotten swordsman carefully, and then scanned the ground around him out of the corner of his eye.

Soon, a rudimentary plan came to mind.

He pounced again, the black sword stabbing the other man in the chest.

The Rotten Swordsman quickly parried and counterattacked. The two of them went back and forth, slowly shifting directions, and soon came to a darker area.

Burst!

Suddenly, Lin Sheng retreated, turned around and ran.

The Rotten Swordsman was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and chased after him. But he didn't see the tip of a stone protruding from the ground beneath his feet.

With a snap, the rotten swordsman was stirred and his body lost his balance. He was just about to correct and recover when he saw a black sword slashing at his head.

Lin Sheng didn't know when he turned around, he clenched the black sword with both hands, and slashed hard from top to bottom.

Burst!

In the darkness, the head of the rotten swordsman was like a watermelon, and the black sword was fiercely embedded in it, cutting into it a third of the way before it jammed and stopped.

Lin Sheng mustered all his strength to press down, but he still couldn't split the other party in two.

"It's all a lie!" he gasped profusely.

"The human skull looks so much harder than the rest of the world, and those that split a person in two with a single knife are a joke. ”

It took all his strength to cut a third of it, and it was already a sword that he felt was awesome.

The angle and speed of power are impeccable. And the black sword itself is also unusually sharp.

But that's the only result.