Then, for three consecutive days, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream realm again, and he did not even dream.

Every night he rested very well.

In addition to studying and reviewing every day, I just went out to find a place to practice swords.

Now practicing swords, he is to fuse and absorb the memories of elite rotten swordsmen.

That guy is the captain of the patrol team in Black Feather City, a typical aristocratic academy from a family, and he has to practice a complete set of basic swordsmanship every day, so he let Lin Sheng get a comprehensive swordsmanship system.

And the sword skills mastered by the other party were obviously more than one move, but in the fragmented memory inherited by Lin Sheng, there was only one move.

Of course, he was already satisfied.

After all, this was the first time he had mastered real sword skills, and he had actually used basic moves to fight enemies before.

In addition to his sword skills, what he was looking forward to the most was the part of this guy's memory about the Valen Temple.

In the mutilated memory, the Valen Sanctuary does have a special secret technique that can quickly increase the strength of the body. It's just that this secret technique is kept secret and only learned by the official warriors of the Temple.

The most important thing is that, according to the memory fragments obtained this time, the temple has indeed mastered a special cultivation method, a way to break through the limit faster.

In other words, the real special limit-breaking method.

The rotten swordsman who was too strong to be able to do it before, in his memory, was only a second-level warrior.

In this mutilated memory, warriors who have reached the third level will automatically receive certain town privileges in Black Feather City.

If a third-level warrior is willing to be attached to a certain family, the treatment he can get can even be equal to that of many high-ranking citizens.

This also made Lin Sheng look forward more and more to when he would be able to break through the limit and step into the third level.

Soon, there was not much time for calm.

On March 31, finally, the dream could be entered again.

........

........

The fine light rain fell from the sky like silk threads and fell on Lin Sheng's body in pajamas.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a cold and wet feeling on the back of his face, hands, and neck.

"Will it rain in this hellish place?" Lin Sheng quickly glanced around.

He was standing where he had killed the elite rotten swordsman before, and to his left stood the triangular black hawk flagpole.

"Go strip first!"

Lin Sheng didn't say a word, and hurriedly rushed over and began to undress from the corpse of the rotting swordsman.

"Yo, is it still a woman?" As soon as his hand was put up, Lin Sheng was slightly stunned.

"No, it's the pectoral muscles that are a little bigger...", he immediately recognized the difference.

The rotting swordsman's clothes resembled a large black tablecloth, digging a hole in the middle of the circle and stuffing his head into it.

The style is too simple to be.

The lower body is a black long skirt, only the sides are split, and gray trousers are worn inside.

A chain of decorated silver beads was tied around the belt around his waist, as well as a money bag.

Lin Sheng reached out and tore off the money bag.

The off-white money bag is an old-fashioned satchel-like structure and is only the size of a palm.

He untied the bag and shook it upside down.

Smack.

A small black object fell to the ground.

Lin Sheng quickly picked it up, it was a key, a round-handled serrated key. There is also a small vertical pupil symbol engraved on it.

"This symbol ....." Lin Sheng picked it up and put it in front of his eyes, looking at it carefully. "It's very similar to the vertical pupils you see in Ravel. ”

He carefully distinguished, then quickly raised the black sword in his hand and looked at the symbol on the blade of the sword on it.

Two symbols, one large and one small, are lined up and look much the same.

"The style is the same, it should be a symbol. ”

Lin Sheng felt a little suspicious.

"There is no doubt that this symbol must represent something, maybe an organization, a force, a faith?

And this symbol can be openly carved on the door, on the body of the sword, not afraid of being discovered, it is obviously not a cult, not a mark that is not accepted by everyone. ”

He looked at the massive Black Feather City not far away.

"Maybe the answer is there...."

Putting away his things, dividing three times by five, Lin Sheng stripped off the coat of the elite rotten swordsman and put it on himself.

The top is a little big. It was clear that he was too thin.

"It's time to strengthen your muscles and get a physical exercise. Lin Sheng sighed, looked at the black sword in his hand, and looked at the black sword in the corpse's hand.

The one in the corpse's hand had a thicker and wider blade. The handguards are rounded and perfectly protect the palm. The hilt of the sword is of the right thickness, and a fine non-slip yarn is tied.

Finally, the end of the hilt was not a ball like a normal ball, but a spike, and there was still blood at the end of the spike.

"It looks like it's obviously a lot more powerful. ”

Lin Sheng decisively abandoned the black sword that Ravel had gotten, and bent down to pick up the black sword in the corpse's hand.

"Since they were all obtained from the rotten swordsman, then these black swords are called rotten swords. ”

He carried the black sword and checked it, and the weight was heavier than the previous one, and it was much heavier.

"It's almost ten pounds.... Terrible. ”

He used only four or five catties before, but this almost doubled, and he needed to get used to it for a while.

And then there's the dagger he was hit before.

The dagger was unexpectedly heavy, at least three or four catties, he hesitated, but still didn't bring it. A sword alone is tiring enough.

Bury the dagger under the flagpole and you may be able to find it again when you come back.

With his sword in both hands, Lin Sheng began to walk around the city again.

In the darkness, the weeds around Black Feather City were constantly swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound.

He walked by the moonlight for a long time, and he didn't encounter a single monster.

On the contrary, he walked in a hurry, a little out of breath, and his body was tired.

"The physical strength is too weak...."

Lin Sheng rested with his back against the city wall. The ten-pound long sword has been carried, and it is still a little tiring to walk for so long.

"You have to find a way to improve your body's endurance and strength quickly. Exercising every day, although there is also improvement, but it is too slow...."

He sighed inwardly.

After a short rest, the rain gradually stopped.

His clothes were soaked, and his whole body was cold, but his heart was hot.

A rough map of Black Feather City, he has.

He also planned the route of the Valen Temple and Lhasabel, and now all he has to do is to enter the city!

"I'm now in strength, and I've been around for so long, I can't find any living creatures, so it seems that I can only enter the city. ”

Lin Sheng licked his lips, holding the sword and his gaze drifted a little.

"But now I have changed my sword, so I don't rush it first, and after getting used to it, I will prepare to enter the city. ”

After a moment's pause, he stood up, sword in hand, and continued to search for prey.

But this time it was different from before, he was on his way back. No more exploring other places.

Walking along the city walls, there is no need to discern the direction. It's much faster to go back than to explore.

It didn't take long for Lin Sheng to return to the city gate again.

The doorway was deep and dark, and cold winds were blowing from inside.

Lin Sheng looked up at the city gate.

When it rained, the fog lifted, and there were jagged battlements of arrows above the gates.

Behind the battlements, a black tower with a spire looms.

The moonlight sprinkled down, staining the entire city wall with a hint of silver.

Lin Sheng retracted his gaze, clenched his rotten sword, and strode towards the doorway.