Feeling a chill in his face, Ian instantly woke up from his hazy sleep, and he immediately pulled out the long sword standing next to the bed with his backhand, facing the direction of the chill, and swung it without a trace of hesitation. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing only the sound of "ding" and feeling the huge power coming from the sword, the young man who had just had time to open his eyes suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the scene in front of him.

It was a pitch-black longsword with a ghostly light, and judging from the position where the longsword in his hand struck it, Ian undoubtedly found that the target of this black longsword was his neck.

The sword was held in a pale, slender hand, and the owner of that hand was undoubtedly the source of Ian's greatest nightmare in three years.

Her name is Phil, and she secretly became Ian's sword instructor three years ago.

At this moment, the girl was wearing a long black trench coat as usual, and thanks to the previous eyesight training, Ian could clearly see her slightly pale face in the darkness.

She has long black and beautiful hair, eyes as deep as eternal night, white skin that is almost transparent, and delicate features like a doll.

Even though Ian had never seen any expression on her face before, he still couldn't deny that it was a girl who was too beautiful to speak.

At this time, there was no expression on her delicate face, but a smile of appreciation flashed in her eyes, as if to praise Ian for his timely reaction.

Through years of getting along, Ian discovers that although Phil has never had any expression, her eyes seem to be alive. By looking at the look in the girl's eyes, Ian was able to judge the girl's mood of joy and anger, and the accuracy was quite high.

"Fei'er, are you going to murder me?" Ian, who had been scared into a cold sweat all his life, shrieked at the girl.

Ever since he discovered that the girl had mysteriously invaded her room many times, and even fought many times but failed to alarm her mother, who was only one wall away, Ian had judged that she must have done something in such a way that no matter how loud the noise was in this room, as long as the walls were not removed, there would never be a sound that would come out of the room and attract the attention of others.

"Ian, it's time to get up and practice your sword!" the girl's slightly hoarse and emotionless voice recited in the room.

"Wasn't I about to get up?" Turning his head to see the clock that had already pointed to 4:32 in the morning, Ian, who knew that he had overslept for two minutes, hurriedly set up the murder weapon across his head, jumped up from the bed, and began to put on it, "Also, why did you come to my house without permission, and actually used such a dangerous way to wake me up!"

"You're two minutes late. In response to Ian's complaints, the three-nil girl said domineeringly for the sake of the mere two minutes.

"That's true, but can't you do it the other way! How can anyone take a sword and wake him up in the same way that he wants to cut off someone's head?"

The girl shook her head, "But life danger is the easiest way to wake up in an instant, isn't it, Ian?"

How do I explain this?

Faced with such a fallacy that makes people feel that what she said is right, but always feels that something is wrong, Ian has a deep sense of frustration with the girl in front of him who is obviously lacking in everything except swordsmanship.

He stretched out his arms, pressed his hands on the girl's slender shoulders, and said earnestly: "Fei'er, remember, no normal person can afford this way of getting up with a sword against his neck, which can be completely defined as murder!

"But the normal way is very inefficient. The girl looked serious.

"It's not a matter of efficiency, I'll beg you, okay?" said Ian, helplessly.

"No!" the girl shook her head domineeringly.

"Okay...... It seems that I can only try not to oversleep in the future. Pressing his temples and the corners of his mouth twitched, Ian gave up his plan to persuade the domineering girl.

He stepped up, put on a black trench coat, pinned his sword to his waist, and nodded at the girl: "It's okay." ”

"Old place, old rules. Fei'er nodded, and jumped out of the window, her figure floating like a ghost towards a dilapidated alley to the west.

"Okay, okay. Seeing that the girl had disappeared after speaking, Ian had no choice but to look away, and jumped out of the windowsill with great skill, and then turned back and carefully closed the window, confirmed the downward direction, and drifted towards the usual morning training site.

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Before dawn, the lower part of the Northern Regions was unusually quiet. Low houses are lined up one after another, and in the distance, the massive fortress walls cast their own shadows, dividing the two worlds inside and outside the circle.

It is only when they see its towering figure that people can accidentally remember that this place was once the front line of the struggle between humans and demons, and it is the largest military fortress facing the abyss of mankind!

Looking at the night scene, Ian couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

He is a time-traveler who came to this strange world sixteen years ago. It's just that unlike most traversers who cross due to accidents and other reasons, in the last life, he chose to fly down from the top of a building dozens of stories high and fell to the ground.

He still clearly remembers that on a pile of broken rotten flesh, his soul seemed to be pulled out in an instant, and then he was slapped out of the original world by Mother Earth and fell straight into the belly of a mother in this world.

It's like he's supposed to belong in this world.

Then, he was given a new lease of life in this world under the name "Ian".

Unlike the previous world, this world is home to dangerous and terrifying demons and capable beings who can manipulate various psychic abilities.

And the same as the previous world, he is still just an ordinary ordinary person. No, it may be inferior to the average person for some reason.

Until the age of thirteen, Ian had always thought that he would live an ordinary life as an ordinary person in this dangerous world, relying on the protection of the powerful to inherit his mother's pharmacy.

But unfortunately, the goddess of doom did not intend to let him go.

Just three years ago, he met the evil star of his life - a girl with facial paralysis who forced him to learn swordsmanship from him as a teacher!

Moments later, Ian arrived at the site of the morning training: the worst sinners in the lower city.

It's full of alleys, and the intertwined paths make it a maze. At the same time, the close proximity of the houses to each other makes the area particularly dark at night.

In this dark area, the two are about to start a sparring session.

They have to find each other in the most complex and dimly lit terrain and hit each other with their swords.

And the conditions for victory were very generous for Ian.

Until dawn, if he can hit Phil once, then he will win and can start the next training session.

In contrast, Phil, as a mentor, had to hit him ten times in the same amount of time.

However, the truth is cruel, and Ian has not won once in the past six months.

According to the usual process, the two have to meet first, but this time I am afraid that it is slightly different from the past.

As soon as he was settled, Ian felt a chill all over his body before he could even whisper the girl's name.

A pitch-black sword had come from behind him and landed around his neck.

At the same time, a slightly hoarse female voice came from the shadows behind her.

"For the first time. ”