When he got home, Lin Sheng didn't talk nonsense with his parents, and after finishing his homework quickly after eating, he took a wooden stick and began to practice basic posture in the bedroom.

The only weapon he could find in his dream was a long sword, and it was a cross sword, and the translated books were also sword moves related to swordsmanship.

He was anxious to prove whether that sword move was useful or not.

Practice the stance and the basic stab of the first move. Lin Sheng washed and went to bed to rest, and had no dreams all night.

After class the next day, he hurried over in the afternoon, and it happened that there were a few students in the big classroom who were practicing against each other.

Lin Shengxing hurriedly changed into protective clothing and helmets, all made of simple bamboo, and began to practice with the students with wooden sticks.

Anyway, everyone is a rookie, and holding a wooden stick is a mess.

In this way, for several days in a row, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream realm again, but went to the club every day to practice what he had learned.

Except for him, no one else in the whole club is really so active.

Chen Huan saw him many times in a row, and he didn't go back until the evening when he practiced, and he was also slightly moved, and when he was fine, he also opened a small stove for him, and occasionally mentioned a few words.

After a week of such life.

Lin Sheng finally ushered in the opportunity to enter the nightmare again.

..........

..........

Hiss.... Hiss....

Opening his eyes, Lin Sheng heard the sound of the tip of the sword dragging on the ground nearby.

His vision slowly cleared, and he looked in the direction where the voice came from for the first time.

In the hall of the manor, the lame rotten swordsman is still there!

He was limping and dragging his sword, standing in front of the oil painting wall on the left in a daze, and the black long sword in his hand moved from time to time, making a slight hissing sound.

Lin Sheng came back to his senses, and the first thing he saw was the silver long sword that fell from the corner of the wall, which was the one he took out from the bedroom.

He glanced at the Rotten Swordsman, who was facing away from him, and didn't notice.

Lin Sheng cautiously moved his steps, walked around the large dining table, and walked towards the long sword at the door.

After learning basic swordsmanship for a week, he probably knew what trick he died on last time.

It's the simplest straight stab.

Straight stabbing is the easiest, but it's also the easiest trick to learn and hard to master.

The straight stab of Naxi swordsmanship requires the body to stand on its side, the arm to stretch forward, and try to extend the length of the sword stab to achieve the purpose of assassinating the opponent and avoiding the opponent's attack at the same time.

Step by step, Lin Sheng slowly moved his body, and soon arrived at the side of the long sword at the door.

He stared cautiously at the rotten swordsman, hunching over the hilt of the longsword with his right hand.

A week of basic stance and sword stabbing practice made him eager to try and kill this monster.

"Just a cripple, such a slow-moving monster. As long as I'm careful. It should be fine...."

Lin Sheng calculated the distance in his heart.

This monster seems to be able to judge the outside world entirely by hearing, and as long as it doesn't make a sound, it should be able to sneak up from behind.

He made up his mind, picked up his sword, and slowly approached the rotten swordsman.

As the distance got closer, he held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it high, and placed it on the side of his right ear, in a roof-like stance.

This week, he has been practicing two movements, one is this stance with the downward split, and the other is the straight stab.

I practice every day, and day and night I fantasize about using the rotten swordsman as a simulated opponent.

Now, finally, here's your chance!

In the gray night, in the hall, Lin Sheng raised his long sword alof, and gritted his teeth about three steps behind the rotten swordsman.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, he slashed down.

Clang!!

In an instant, the rotten swordsman turned around and drew a jet-black arc on his right arm, pinching up with precision, blocking Lin Sheng's downward split.

The two metal swords collided fiercely, Lin Sheng only felt a shock to his wrist, and it hurt slightly, and there was a huge shock from the hilt of the sword, and he could barely hold it.

He gritted his teeth and pressed down on the blade of his sword as he kicked the knee hard.

Boom.

The rotten swordsman's legs were sluggish, and there was no way to dodge, and he hit his knees, and his bones made a crisp sound with a click on the spot, and it seemed to be a little broken.

Without leg and foot support, its center of gravity was crooked, and the black long sword in its hand suddenly slipped.

Lin Sheng's sword body involuntarily slid down and fell from the edge of the black sword.

Poof!

He didn't even pay attention to it, and he felt the long sword in his hand slash at a soft position.

Black blood was sprinkled on the ground like ink, staining the floor black.

Ho ho...

The rotten swordsman stumbled to the left, spurting a large amount of black blood from the left side of his neck, and fell to the ground.

Lin Sheng held his sword blankly and looked at the monster that fell to the ground in front of him.

In an instant, a faint black line of smoke evaporated from the rotten swordsman's body and flew towards his chest like a snake.

Phew.

The black line suddenly crashed into Lin Sheng's chest and disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, countless fragmented and mutilated images flooded into his mind.

Poof.

Lin Sheng knelt on the ground, released the hilt of his sword with both hands, and covered his head.

He wanted to wail, but the convulsions and severe headaches made him not even have the strength to scream.

Threads of black mist continued to evaporate from him.

It's been a long time, I don't know if it's been ten minutes or half an hour.

Lin Sheng, who was kneeling, struggled slowly and let go of his covered face.

The edges of his pupils, which were already black, were covered with black bloodshot whites.

A large amount of black blood is like a spider's web, black lines, evenly distributed around the pupil.

"Ravel Greene ....."

Lin Sheng stood up and looked down at the rotten swordsman lying on the ground in front of him, his eyes were complicated.

"Ravel, you once said that you would love me until you are old, have you forgotten all this?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind Lin Sheng.

He shuddered, and turned sharply.

There was nothing behind him.

"Hallucinations?"

Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and gasped, and quickly picked up the long sword from the ground.

It's a pity that there is a small gap in the blade of the silver long sword, and there is a slight crack in the gap.

"It can't be used.... It should have been too long, and the sword itself is just an ordinary material, which can support the end of a fight, which is already good. ”

Lin Sheng put down the long sword and moved his gaze to the black long sword that grew on the rotten swordsman's right arm.

He took a deep breath, and when the black line rushed into his chest, he saw some footage at that moment.

Those clips are all about Ravel, the owner of this estate.

Those memories, those vague mutilated voices, kept echoing in his mind, and it was only then that he slowly retreated.

At that moment, he seemed to have experienced a little life and experience of Ravel, the owner of the manor.

Fortunately, there were very few memories that poured in, otherwise he felt that he might have been shocked into a psychopath.

Bending down, Lin Sheng examined the corpse of the rotting swordsman and made sure that he was no longer moving.

Only then did he carry the long sword, aimed at the opponent's right arm, and slashed down fiercely.

Burst!

The missing blade still cut off the rotten swordsman's right arm in one fell swoop.

Lin Sheng didn't even feel much of an obstacle. It is obvious that the degree of decay of the opponent's body has greatly weakened the hardness of his bones, otherwise it would not be so easy.