William stabbed a sword, but deep down, after all, he still lost the confidence to win, and when he was not sharp, he left three points for the sword and had the mind to adapt. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two of them used the same strength and speed, and at the same time left three points of spare strength, and the whole scene was almost exactly the same as before, but the subsequent development was completely different.

Wen Yuan saw William's shoulder move, and instantly judged his movements from the muscle movements.

The spirit of half-letting and half-closing was induced, Wen Yuan naturally twisted his waist slightly, pressed down with his forearm, flicked his wrist, and the wooden sword accelerated and slashed diagonally, heading straight for William's right arm.

William was taken aback, secretly shocked and glad in his heart: if he didn't spare any strength, he would either be slashed in the arm by a sword, or he would break out into a faster defense, and he would lose anyway.

The distracting thoughts between the lightning and flint flashed, William bent his knees and sank his waist, pressed his elbows and slightly retracted his forearms, and raised his sword up, originally pointing at the tip of the sword under his armpit, and the poisonous snake spit out a letter and picked Wen Yuan's wrist.

In less than a blink of an eye, the two of them had actually passed two moves, and the sword momentum had been exhausted, and it was unlikely that they would change their moves again.

At this time, in terms of distance, the swords of the two were basically the same distance from the target point, both of which were about 3 inches.

Wen Yuan's sword momentum is long and far, and the sword speed is faster; William elbows and picks up the sword, on the one hand, he narrows the distance between him and the incoming sword, and on the other hand, he meets Wen Yuan's arm and swings it down, and the response is obviously more clever.

However, the spiritual power tempered by the dogfish and shrimp is so keen, Wen Yuan realized the moment he picked William, and he was afraid that he would be picked first.

Maybe this is the so-called battle intuition, there is no time to think about it, or even to judge right and wrong, and in an instant Wen Yuan decided to follow the "feeling".

With his strong control, Wen Yuan bent his elbow slightly when his strength was about to be exhausted, and with this little bit of strength, he drove his wrist to press down, pulled his sword back, and knocked towards the place where the chill was most prevalent in the induction.

It was a very risky gamble, and Wen Yuan was not sure about it, but there was a feeling in the dark that told him that it was the right thing to do.

The next moment, dangerous and dangerous, at the moment when he was about to be picked, Wen Yuan used the end of the hilt of his sword to hit the tip of William's sword.

William was hit on the tip of the sword by this force, just like a snake in the air was hit by seven inches, and the balance of his body was instantly destroyed, and Wen Yuan borrowed new power, and immediately stabbed straight with a sword, as fast as lightning, and went straight to William's throat.

William was only a second-order swordsman after all, and at such a critical juncture, he could no longer control the strength of suppression, and the long-term warrior instinctively spontaneously urged the fighting spirit to instantly restore his balance.

But he reacted immediately, didn't continue to move, and let Wen Yuan point the wooden sword in front of his throat.

William understands that this game, when Wen Yuan hits the tip of his sword, is already over, and using his fighting spirit to turn defeat into victory will not only make him appear more incompetent, but also shameless.

With a bitter smile, William gave Wen Yuan a thumbs up, looking at Wen Yuan's handsome, resolute and incomparably young face, his heart was filled with tide-like sadness, and he felt so tired that he couldn't even hold a sword.

"Lost?!Lost......"

No matter how unbelievable it is, it can't be reversed.

But where exactly did he lose? William still couldn't understand.

Even if his strength and speed are pressed to the same level as Wen Yuan, but his consciousness and experience are all genuine "Mingshen" realms, how can a second-order samurai lose to a civilian who has not entered the rank?

"Tom. Here you come. Waving to Tom, William felt he needed to be quiet.

Before leaving the game, I wanted to tell Tom to be careful, but seeing his solemn face, he suddenly felt that there was no need to say more, shook his head self-deprecatingly, stood aside, frowned tightly, and stared at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan's expression was serious and calm, his eyes were clear, not arrogant or discouraged, but no one could know the surging in his heart at the moment.

Whether it's a fluke, the other party doesn't do his best, just over a week of training, let him rely on his own efforts, as an otaku, with a pair of hands that used to only play games, holding a sword, and defeating a samurai head-on without any tricks, this sense of achievement, this pride, there is nothing else that can be compared in 30 years.

Wen Yuan knows that his future is more than that, and maybe he shouldn't be proud of his small achievements at this time.

But it was his first real victory, which gave him a huge amount of self-confidence and made him fall in love with the feeling of working hard and then succeeding.

In the previous life, in the workplace and in society, "as long as you work hard, you will definitely get rewards" has always been a false proposition, and too many grassroots people will not be able to adhere to the day when the return comes.

The bigwigs say that if you work hard, you will gain experience even if you fail.

But how many opportunities can ordinary people have to start over? After 5 years, they may be overwhelmed by life and mortgages for a lifetime.

But now, the power mastered will not deceive Wen Yuan, work hard, so win, if you work hard enough, maybe you can win all the time, it's as simple as that.

Clenching the sword in his hand, Wen Yuan was calm, his eyes were fanatically calm, reflecting Tom's impeccable defensive posture, and his heart suddenly felt prideful.

There is no flaw?! Then I'll cut the flaw!

............

Tom is a slightly shorter, stocky middle-aged man.

His palms are particularly broad, his muscles are knotted, his upper body is covered with chain mail, his face is unremarkable, and only a pair of eyes are resolute.

By all accounts, this is not like a swordsman who wields a Saerson one-handed sword, a weapon that is strong in attack and weak in defense, and focuses on speed and dexterity.

Swordsmanship based on the Saerson one-handed sword rarely has a rock-solid defensive counter-attack flow.

Therefore, when Wen Yuan saw Tom put on a strange defensive posture, he immediately raised his vigilance.

Faced with the same moves, Tom's response was very different from William's.

William likes to counterattack in dodge, and the range of action is large, but Tom does not move half a step, and drags steadily.

The two swords intersected, making a crisp snapping sound, and Wen Yuan felt a pull from the sword on the opposite side at the moment of sword exchange.

Wen Yuan immediately pressed the sword back, and while stabilizing his center of gravity, he took a half-step forward with his left foot, and stabbed straight into Tom's chest with a sword.

Tom turned his wrist with the action of dragging the sword, and the wooden sword pressed from top to bottom towards the middle of Wenyuan's long sword.

Wen Yuan still had the strength to spare, so at this moment, he immediately withdrew his sword and pulled it back, burst out with the highest speed, and stabbed out with a sword again, slightly higher, and went straight to Tom's noodle door!

Two consecutive stabs!

A sword stabbed out, Wen Yuan had a hearty feeling, the suddenness and concealment of this sword had reached the limit of his current level.

Even though the power and speed are not the best, and the angle seems to have room for adjustment, it is satisfying enough to be able to perform at this level in actual combat.

However, the sword that Wen Yuan had high hopes for, when it was approaching Tom's noodle door, Tom turned his wrist again, pulled the sword horizontally, and gently reversed it in the middle of the long sword.

The difference between the two forces was huge, and Wen Yuan's stabbing was only slightly off, but it was enough for Tom to react, and he just turned his head slightly, and then dodged Wen Yuan's inevitable sword by a millimeter.

Wen Yuan has done his best, but Tom has not even moved his center of gravity, and the winner of this game is obviously decided.

Tom lightly and skillfully nodded his Chinese far arm and returned the sword salute.

Wen Yuan was convinced, a little surprised by the flexibility of Tom's wrists, continuous wrist turning, moving around inch by inch, keeping a drop of water, which was eye-opening.

"Come again!"

After learning another trick, Wen Yuan was addicted, and his fighting spirit was even stronger, so he pounced again.