Dunlun City, wilderness.

With the continuous whistling and sharp sword roar, the longitudinal sword wind swept forward, and the scaly blades of the giant fish swept through the space one by one, refracting the light in the air and glittering, like a giant net that was spreading.

Suddenly, the sword blade suddenly turned, and in an instant, dozens of horizontal slashing blades tore through layers of air vortexes, and dozens of transparent ripples spread over the ground, and everywhere they passed, stone chips were splashed everywhere, and the broken blades fell to the ground one after another.

The sword wind swept by, and only a bare piece of grass and trees remained in the covered area.

“......”

Yalei retracted his slashing motion, exhaled lightly, and then turned to look behind him:

"What do you think?"

"Lord Doge's swordsmanship foundation is very solid. ”

The man who spoke was a gray-haired, old man in his prime, with a long figure, a silver beard that hung down to his waist, a cold and stiff appearance, and an impressive hooked nose.

This person is the first swordsman of Rossevia, His Excellency Lars, who has the title of Hand of White Light, although he does not have the rank of knight, he has created a set of lightsaber techniques that shake the past and the present, and is a veritable master of swordsmanship.

The arc lightsaber that Genevieve learned is one of the branches of lightsaber.

"It's really rare for a berserker to have such swordsmanship. Lars stroked his long silver-white beard and said with a calm expression.

"Your Excellency, your achievements in swordsmanship have reached the pinnacle, can you help me solve my current problems?" the black-haired knight asked sincerely, walking up to him with his sword.

"Your Excellency the Governor. You must not be able to figure out why you can't practice sword light all the time, right?"

He smiled slightly, and his vigorous right hand was already on his waist. The great swordsman wore a thick belt around his waist, and a famous sword of length, shortness, and thickness hung from the sword grid, which was used against opponents of different styles.

"Yes, how far is the difference between the sword wind and the sword light, and how should I practice?" the black-haired knight spread his hands helplessly, his face full of confusion.

Suddenly, a silver light shot through the space.

The angle and force are steady, and Yalei doesn't even have the slightest sense of whim. Fortunately, his eyesight was still there, and he reacted at the moment, and immediately pulled out the long sword at his waist in an instant.

When there is a crunch. The two bright swords suddenly intertwined.

The tremendous force caused the black-haired knight to lean back slightly, and then he realized that the blade of the Great Swordsman had already turned a corner, and the tip of the sword turned into a silver arc of light. Sideways to your neck is a stab.

This sophisticated swordsmanship is also unusually fast. The tip of the sword quickly sliced through the air in front of it, only to buzz and shake, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

This is lightsaber?

This thought crossed Yalei's mind in an instant, and he only had time to put the saber in his hand upwards and block the railing, but as a result, there was a sudden pain in his forearm, as if he had been burned by fire.

Only then did he realize that the moment he raised the sword rung, the other party's sword had already changed its angle. Pierced directly in his arm.

How could it be so fast?

The black-haired knight looked at the old man who silently drew his sword, and his heart was awe-struck. The title of the hand of white light is indeed worthy of its name.

Lars looked at the other party with his sword in one hand, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked slowly, "Your Excellency the Governor, what is the difference between my sword and yours?"

"You're moving very fast. Yare looked admiring.

"It's not that I'm fast, it's that my sword is faster than yours. The old swordsman shook his head, and with a sharp pause, a sword suddenly slashed out.

Silently, the long sword rolled up a silver light, cutting through the air wherever it passed, and the void along the way seemed to explode one after another.

Although the black-haired knight had raised enough vigilance in his heart, when it came to the end, his reaction was still a little slower, and the blade of the sword flickered and stabbed directly at the attacking long sword.

Bell--!

The two swords intersected, shooting a cluster of sparks in the space, and at this moment, the old swordsman's sword jumped straight out of an angle, sharp as the wind, and instantly stabbed into the opponent's chest.

Still so fast!

Ya Lei struggled to turn the sword, and in the process, the old man's sword was improvised, never colliding with his sword, and the moment the arc light lit up, it had already pierced the opponent's throat.

“......”

The black-haired knight clutched his throat, his face was confused, and the reaction speed that he was proud of was actually no match for an old man, and it hit him very hard.

"Come again!"

The next moment, the sword sounded, and a white sword light seemed to appear out of thin air, clinging to his chest, and it was fleeting.

In the flash of lightning, Aree noticed Lars' expression and noticed that the other party's eyes were watching him from beginning to end, completely oblivious to the swords in the hands of both sides.

I've always relied on the sword to fight, and he relies on the sword itself to react, which is why I can't keep up with the other party's rhythm!

"I see. ”

The black-haired knight showed a conscious expression, poured most of his spirit into his sword, and then swung a sword, entwining it with the sword that the old man swung again.

Whoosh!

The blade pierced through the space, and Arei saw only a little cold light, like a meteor that crossed the night sky in an instant, and stabbed him on the right shoulder.

Calm down...... Calm down......

Instead of using the hand to manipulate the sword, the spirit and the sword are highly coordinated.

Sink the will into the sword and let the sword react on its own!

The black-haired knight stared at each other intently, the sword in his hand seemed to come to life, the tip of the sword was raised, and it was followed by a rush forward, as fast as a flash movie,

Bell--!

In the sputtering sparks, the two long swords were firmly placed together.

"Hahaha!"

The old sword master smiled and withdrew his long sword, and said with admiration on his face:

"Look, haven't you learned it already?"

"Huh!?"

Yalei looked at his sword, and saw that the three-foot-long sword had been wrapped in a layer of deep and condensed black light, although it was still a thin layer, but it was different.

"Whew!"

Lars took a long breath, his spirit relaxed, and his complexion instantly deteriorated a lot.

The black-haired knight excitedly withdrew his sword, noticed the other party's physical state at the moment, and immediately reciprocated:

"Your Excellency Lars, the Canary Consortium's business is on me! ”

"I'll have to worry a lot about the Governor in the future. ”

The old swordsman smiled and retracted the long sword into its sheath with a slightly trembling right hand, but his spirit was obviously much better.

His age is not young, and because of the severe decline in physical strength caused by the overdraft of energy in his early years, the reason why he came to Celtic with an old face is completely because the Canary Consortium is his son's property.

When a person is old, he always wants to leave something for his family and descendants, and the current Great Sword Master is just an ordinary grandfather who worries about his descendants. (To be continued.) )