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The air in the forest gradually became stagnant. Looking at the two people standing against each other, Olivia felt a little difficult to breathe for a while, and even had to open her mouth and pant slightly.

She knew that with the slight sound of the sword groan, this young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old had undoubtedly confessed his identity as a sword saint on his own. I saw him swing his right hand, stand the long sword upright on his chest, put his left hand behind his back, turn sideways, and look directly at the female knight in front of him, as if making a ......

A posture of guiding the battle?

Miss Merchant was shocked, thinking to herself, could the Sword Saint really be so powerful? Even in the face of the chief knight of the Red Lotus Temple, the strongest existence under the strongest "Crimson Lord", the lone god of war, Martina Alunwell, he could be so powerful?

It's just that although she was surprised, she didn't think in her heart how arrogant this young man was.

Because after all, it was a real sword master, the third sword master in the world besides Elvis, the chief swordsman of the court, and the strongest black sword saint of the Northern Regions. The posture he posed for guidance in front of a master of swordsmanship was a matter of course, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But is that really the case?

Does Ian really see the opponent in front of him as a mentor?

Of course not!

In any case, we "naïve" merchant ladies could not have imagined that this starting style was originally nothing more than someone's ignorance, and even caused a huge oolong......

But fortunately, although there are still some misunderstandings at this time, such misunderstandings are actually irrelevant.

No one would consider it a contempt, and his opponent, the blonde Lady Knight, would not let his guard down in the slightest. Because of "sincerity", she knew that the opponent in front of her was not trying to insult her with this. On the contrary, this starting hand actually means that the opponent has seen her as a real opponent.

This made her feel happy from the bottom of her heart!

Therefore, she tightened the long sword in her hand, calmed down, adjusted herself to the best state in a few breaths, and looked directly into the other party's eyes as deep as eternal night, waiting for the other party to swing the sword she had been waiting for for a long time.

At this moment, everyone held their breath. They were also waiting for the brunette boy to draw his sword, and Ian clearly wasn't going to make them wait any longer. With a slight flick of his wrist, he deflected the tip of the sword that pierced into the sky, and stabbed it gently and solemnly, as if he had handed a delicate invitation to the beautiful lady in front of him.

And when this ordinary sword was stabbed, everyone suddenly found that the pine forest was disappearing from front of their eyes, and in an instant they seemed to have fallen into another world.

If Martina's sword made Ian faintly see the knight's charge on the battlefield, then his seemingly gentle sword at this time undoubtedly pulled everyone present into a grand ball.

In an instant, the verdant pine forest retreated, and the golden palace was built on the ground. Round tables covered with white veils appeared around the crowd, and countless servants passed through them, placing tempting desserts and amber champagne. Under the delicate glass lamp, the elegant and melodious music fluttered like silk, attracting all eyes to the dance floor in the center of the hall.

On the dance floor, a handsome young man in a gorgeous costume stood leisurely, with a smile that seemed to be nothing, he gently stretched out his right hand with white gloves, and sent an invitation to dance with the bewildered blonde girl in front of him.

Martina's face was more cautious than ever. She knew that the invitation was just a huge trap. The opponent in front of her is good at incorporating everything into her own rhythm, and she relied on "sincere" reminders to avoid such crises several times and maintain an undefeated situation.

This time, however, was different.

She couldn't turn down the invitation this time!

Even though she knew it was a trap, as a knight, her will did not allow her to choose to escape any challenge, not to mention that there was something she had always dreamed of in this invitation.

She knew that accepting this invitation, her chances of winning would be slim, but after all, there was a glimmer of possibility of winning, a glimmer of possibility of opening the door. But once she refused, her sword intent would inevitably be hit hard, and she might even go backwards.

This ordinary sword is indeed an ordinary invitation, but in fact, the young man in front of her does not have the right to refuse at all. Therefore, after knowing all this, she raised her eyebrows, resolutely swung the long sword in her hand, and put the slender hand wearing white gauze into the opponent's hand in the "clang" of the "clang" of the blow, and still pulled the young man into the radiant dance floor.

The melodious classical music became exciting at this moment, and it did not give her, a beginner, the slightest room to learn and adapt. In the midst of the clash of swords, Martina felt the young man in front of her take her hand, guiding her to constantly spin in the middle of the dance floor.

She felt her head spin uncontrollably, and the "sincere" alarm bell was rushing to warn her!

Under the flickering and dazzling lights, the ladies around the dance floor opened their down folding fans in their hands, covering the corners of their mouths that curled in a mean curve, as if they didn't want her to hear the ridicule of her lame dance steps.

She suddenly felt ashamed of herself, because her crappy and bizarre dance steps were so unsightly. As a knight who had never been exposed to dance, she suddenly felt that she was not qualified to stand on such a stage at all, and there seemed to be a voice in her heart that kept urging and shouting.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Get out of this dance floor, get out of this palace, get out of this palace, get away, get out of the way that no one can see!"

"Because only then will no one laugh at you, because only then can you avoid the malice of these people!"

Martina almost wanted to listen to the voice, but at the same time, another, much weaker voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Can't escape!"

"Don't run away!"

"If you escape, you'll never come back, you'll never be able to open that door!"

The two voices, one high and one low, alternated, as if a strange symphony was playing in her head, making her have a splitting headache and almost go crazy, even the long sword in her hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Fake, all fake!"

Martina suddenly shouted. She knew that this would not work, and if she continued to immerse herself in the illusion created by her opponent, she would surely lose. The power of "sincerity" was aroused like instinct at this moment, and in the face of this extraordinary force that was actively stimulated, all illusions disappeared in an instant, and a dark pine forest returned to everyone's eyes at night.

She swung her sword with all her strength and swept Ian back, who didn't do much resistance, only to find that her back was already covered with cold sweat, and the evening breeze in the forest gave birth to a penetrating chill.

"That's it. ”

Ian, who retreated into the distance, quietly put his sword into the sheath, and couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of the world. The knight lady in front of her was only one step away from the sage, but for her, this step was a great step.

Because she "skipped class", "escaped" more seriously than herself.

"Sincerity" has allowed her to come all the way to this point without hindrance, and it is also "sincerity" that she may not be able to open that door in her life.

"When you no longer rely on 'sincerity' one day, you are a Juggernaut. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.