Claudia stretched and opened the door of the carriage, and was startled by the mass of dark shadows gathered in the doorway. The nearest dark shadow was even in her doorway, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure standing straight and straight in the cold, sticky black wind.

For a moment, she thought she was besieged by the enemy.

When she saw the faces of the people around her, she breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Kruvien's shoulder lightly angrily: "Uncle Kruvien, what's wrong over there?" ”

Kruvien looked at the crowd blankly, and muttered, "Roda Khan is on top...... It's impossible......"

Claudia didn't get the answer she wanted, but instead ignited a raging curiosity.

She walked around Kruvien, jumped to her feet to look into the crowd, and was startled.

In Del Ramos's breath, as long as he was a little farther away, he could only see a vague black shadow. The figure in the middle of the crowd stood still, a cold light flickering.

Is that...... Some kind of swordsmanship?

She looked fixedly.

Unlike her brother, Claudia did not learn any martial arts. As a priest of the God of War, after breaking through the official rank and entering the Black Iron Rank, her teacher, Father Claude, will come to teach her the art of the temple. If nothing else, her future path is to become an apologist, which is a long-established destiny that cannot be changed.

She has never learned martial arts since she was a child, but this does not prevent her from appreciating swordsmanship from the most simple "good-looking" perspective.

That's really good.

The figure moved very slightly, taking at most one step with a sword, or simply standing still.

But with him as the center, the silver-white crescent moon kept flashing around him. There are no dead ends, and the front, back, left and right are all covered by silver knife light.

It's obviously a straight sword, but when it is wielded, it gives the illusion that the sword is bent. The sword light twisted into a crescent moon, illuminating a qiē around him in the process of swinging it in a large way.

It was a very quiet and sharp swordplay—no constant jumping, no jumping in motion like a bullfight she had seen in Bansa.

If I had to describe it, it was as elegant as a dance.

Yes, it's dance.

There was no spinning, no big jumps, not even bending over, just simply stretching her body, but it still gave Claudia the same feeling as a dance.

It is a majestic beauty peculiar to men, and it is rendered by a quiet temperament, making it sacred.

Gradually, the light moved. As if forced by the momentum, the onlookers in the direction he moved retreated in large numbers.

The sword light gradually became denser, like a moving whirlwind, catching the enemy at the maximum range, engulfing it into a storm of metal, and then tearing it apart layer by layer.

From the previous steady dìng once a second knife light, to the current one or two flashes per second, the number has obviously increased, but it gives people the illusion that it seems to be no different from before.

Occasionally, the sword light would suddenly stop for more than a second, and then suddenly flash an even brighter light.

"Lorda Khan is on top! That's sword momentum! ”

Behind her, Kruvien jumped up and shouted, his expression so excited that his little round eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

"Uncle Kruvian, who's that over there? Captain Marken? ”

Claudia was curious about that mysterious and elegant swordsmanship. In her opinion, it must have been a very strong swordsman.

"Marken? No. That kid did the work of blood on his fingers, and you could only see blood in his sword light. Besides, he hasn't gotten out of bed yet. ”

Kruvien shook his head like a rattle, and the fright in his tone hadn't completely dissipated: "That's Roland's kid over there...... I mean Roland. Mistletoe, that damn druid......"

"You mean...... Mr. Roland? ”

Claudia was taken aback: "He's not that...... Doyd? ”

"That's right! I know! That's why I don't understand! ”

Kruvien shouted loudly: "I swear by the name of Roda Khan, when Roland first picked up the sword, he couldn't be an amateur, let alone never held a sword, and he certainly didn't even hold any other weapon!" ”

"But he's ...... now"

Claudia pointed blankly behind her.

This kind of Cheng dù's swordsmanship is definitely enough to be a swordsmanship tutor for nobles above the viscount level in the martial Bansa. If such a swordsman still belonged to the level that couldn't use weapons, she felt that she couldn't step into the apprenticeship level after practicing swordsmanship all her life.

"So I don't understand...... His swordsmanship at the beginning couldn't be more amateurish, as if he had never held a sword, and he couldn't control the center of gravity of the sword at all. ”

However, just standing in place and slashing dozens of swords aimlessly, his hand steadied down, and then his footsteps began to move slowly. But when attacking, the feet are still stagnant. When I saw this, I thought he had a talent for swordsmanship...... Then I looked down and I just wanted to feed my thoughts to the dog's belly! ”

And then...... Is it like this? ”

Claudia, on the other hand, calmed down, and then turned to Cruvine.

She didn't know swordsmanship, so she didn't understand what was so difficult. But this did not prevent her from feeling that Roland was talented.

Then, his pace and attack combined. Then the angle of the attack becomes tricky, and the movement gradually becomes fluid from stiffness. That's where the guys started. ”

With that, Kruvien closed his mouth, which he hadn't closed for a long time, licked his somewhat dry lips, and bowed his mouth to the crowd.

Then his movements began to be organized, no longer just a beautiful slash, but like some kind of swordsmanship...... I suspect it's a swordsmanship that Doyd has learned......"

"That's not any military swordsmanship on Karar. Any swordsmanship that uses a single-edged slash has no such swordsmanship. ”

Maken's calm voice came from behind.

Claudia looked up and saw Claude and Marken carefully getting out of the carriage.

Marken was wrapped like a bandaged corpse, and his whole body was tightly wrapped in a white cloth sprinkled with holy water, revealing only a pair of calm and weak eyes—that was to prevent the wound from being infected by the chaotic magic in the air, and mixing his body with impurities that could not be easily eradicated.

Seeing that Cruvine and Claudia cast inquiring glances together, Marken couldn't help but glance back at Roland's swordsmanship, and then replied with great certainty: "This is definitely not Karar's military swordsmanship. I'm pretty sure. ”

"Maybe you don't have enough authority......

Kruvien said with some lack of confidence. He was really frightened by Roland.

"It has nothing to do with that," Marken said lightly, dismissing Kruvien's opinion, "you haven't learned much about swordsmanship, so you don't understand it—it's not swordsmanship at all, it's not swordsmanship at all." ”

"But—" Kruvien's voice suddenly became louder, "I'm sure you can't fight with him only in swordsmanship." Are you sure he's flurry? ”

"When did I say he was dancing?"

Marken didn't bother to talk to Cruvine, he just watched in a daze as Roland danced his sword in the distance, his eyes showing a burning light.

"Then you just-"

"All right, Kruvien," Father Claude walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "that's not swordsmanship. ”

"That's?"

Seeing Father Claude come forward, Kruvien also fell silent and looked at him suspiciously.

Kruvien at least knew that Father Claude, at such an age, would not lie to himself about such a thing.

"Judging by the details, it's more like the Shadow Moon Knife Technique of the Dark Elves," Claude looked at Roland with a stern expression, "and it may also be mixed with the whip technique of the Lust Demon." ”

"All I can see is whipping in there."

Marken's voice trembled, and although his body was weak, his eyes were full of excitement.

"I never thought that Carral's single-edged sword was so suitable for whipping! I know a whip master, and I must learn from her when I go back...... It's a genius idea! If the tip of Caral's sword is heavy and thick, then it is better to use a draw than a thankless chop or a cut—yes! Then in the process of volleying, with pace and flexible retraction...... It's a beautiful move! ”

I couldn't help but give Roland a wonderful blow mixed with sword momentum in the double slash. The arc slash swordsmanship applauded, and Marken's eyes turned to Kruvien with burning eyes: "Little Roland...... No, how long has Master Roland learned sword swordsmanship? ”

“…… If I say it, you won't believe it. ”

The corners of Kruvine's mouth twitched, then a finger was extended.

"A year? Impossible, right? ”

Marken exclaimed.

"An hour." "In an hour's time, he showed me exactly how a man can go from the beginning of his encounter with swordsmanship to his mastery - just like the epitome of our more than ten years of swordsmanship, every link has not been pulled down, and every second is more powerful than the last" - I swear in the name of Lorda Khan that I am absolutely not exaggerating. ”

He didn't even dare to say that Roland held the sword in the same position as someone who had never held a sword at the beginning.

"I can prove it."

At this moment, An Ruosi's nervous voice came.

Several people looked back and found him trotting all the way from the crowd with his monocle in one hand and a crystal in his arms in the other.

He gasped a few times, then shuddered and pulled the crystal out.

"I woke up when he took the sword, and it didn't feel right, so I got up and followed all the way......," he said, foaming at the mouth, "I found out that he was asking Kruvien for advice on swordsmanship, so I hid with the recording crystal and recorded it...... I wanted to record it and keep it for laughing at him, but I didn't expect ......"

Marken and the others had to be polite, opened the recording crystal, and saw a black shadow with an unclear face slowly dancing and slashing the sword.

After reading it ten times faster, they fell silent.

Indeed, as Kruvien said, Roland really learned the art of slashing swordsmanship in an hour.

Claude said slowly: "If he is pretending, his acting skills are too terrible...... And it makes no sense. With this change of swordsmanship from easy to difficult, little Roland can teach swordsmanship to his heirs in any country, and there is no need to be in front of us at all...... Laugh at our talents. ”

"So, no matter how impossible it is, there is only one answer." Kruvien continued.

Marken shook his head weakly and sighed faintly.

He used to think he was a genius in swordsmanship.