Ulysses is not very clear about the effect of the guard pose in the legendary Book of Swordsman. However, the effect of his own guard stance is very simple.

"Wow!" barely blocked Ann's attack with his sword, and Ulysses flew into the sky with his sword.

Vulnerable, not worth mentioning, powerless to fight back, adjectives like instant kill, it is fitting to describe this disparate battle. In fact, despite Ulysses' desperate defense, he couldn't even survive the first round in the face of Ann's attack.

By the time he smelled the strange smell of burning, he had already taken to the sky and fell heavily from the air.

"Smack!" the wooden sword, which was almost broken, fell out of his hand and landed beside him.

However, Ulysses could no longer hear the sound, and in the face of Ann's first powerful impact, he lost consciousness early, and the whole person hit the ground.

"Is it really that weak?" Ann looked at the unconscious Ulysses in disbelief, she had already shown a little mercy when she sensed that her opponent's defenses were useless, but she still sent him flying.

He didn't encounter any resistance at all, just like a layman who had never learned swordsmanship at all, and even the instinct of the body to automatically relieve the impact was not formed. From birth to now, she has never fought against such a "weak" enemy.

But the sword style he used just now was indeed very clever, the kind of horizontal sword in the center, like a defensive posture like a mountain, unconsciously would give people a heavy pressure.

"Ahem...... cough ...... "After a brief loss of consciousness, Ulysses awoke from his coma.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, my whole body hurts terribly, my shoulders, my hands, my chest, all wailing after receiving the terrible frontal impact. In this way, let alone continue to fight, it is a problem to even stand up.

Sure enough, it was not an opponent at all...... Ulysses smiled bitterly, let alone fighting, it was already a miracle that he could wake up now.

Sure enough, Ann is very strong, very, very strong, even if it can't be compared with a genius like Rasha, it is definitely far beyond him as an ordinary person.

The battle is over. He is not an opponent, he can't even have a chance to fight back, even if he stands up again, he will only be killed in seconds like this.

So, give up, don't fight anymore, even if you pick up the sword again, the result won't change anything.

Is that okay? I heard something in my ears, it seemed to be from a far, far away place, and it seemed to be close at hand. In the vague consciousness, I can only vaguely distinguish the voice of the female surname.

"That's it, give up the sword in your hand?"

There's no way anymore, I'm no match for her, and even if I pick up the sword again, the result won't change anything.

"Because you can't defeat the enemy, do you have to choose to give up?"

Yes, isn't that something to be taken for granted?

"On the premise that there is still a chance, just because the enemy is stronger than you, will you lose even the confidence and will to fight?"

If not, what would I do?

"Sword, sword, pick it up. ”

This time, the voice told Ulysses what he should do with a strong will, and by the time Ulysses realized it, he had already stood up and picked up his sword, which was almost broken.

It's so heavy, it's so heavy, is it an illusion, this sword is many times heavier than just now, as if it was carrying something.

The pain in the limbs was unstoppable, as if they were about to crack, and with each breath, the lungs were filled with hot air, and there was a hint of sweet blood.

But even so, the hand holding the sword never let go, as if unconsciously, he pursued the sword, or what it represented.

"Stand up. Ann stared at the crumbling Ulysses, if it was an ordinary person, it would be impossible for her to have the strength to stand up again if she took the impact technique "Fire Sweep" in the Agunis military swordsmanship just now.

Sure enough, something different, or something extraordinary, happened. The young man standing in front of her now was just like the two people just now.

After receiving her blow with his body, there was no doubt that his hands, shoulders, and chest were injured, and his combat effectiveness should have been greatly weakened.

However, she could not see this in his eyes.

What kind of eyes are they, lonely, proud, confident, as if even if one person faces the whole world without the slightest retreat.

Even though he only has a wooden sword in his hand that is about to be broken, it gives her the legendary feeling that she has traveled through countless battlefields and stood at the pinnacle of unimaginable ordinary people.

Dangerous, dangerous, very dangerous, feeling that temperament that is so strong that it is impossible to describe in words, Ann's body trembles. The dragon's blood flowing in her veins told her that the person standing in front of her now was so strong that he was simply not on the same level as her.

At the moment, Ulysses saw a different world.

So lonely, he couldn't see any light, and there was nothing but bright red blood in his eyes, like a wilderness red with blood, and he stood in the center of this wilderness, on a hill surrounded by countless weapons, and nothing else.

Some strange fluctuation spread through this secret valley, where Ulysses, Julia, and Rasha used to frolic together, and something seemed to be slowly waking up.

"Sword ......"

"The Sword in the ......"

"Here ......"

With a sound that only Ulysses could hear, the wooden sword in his hand that was almost broken emitted a strange light, a mixture of cyan and white.

Just as the princess from the land of dragons used her bloodline power to add flames to this ordinary wooden sword, some kind of power from under this land is also changing the sword in Ulysses' hand.

The blue-white light wrapped around the sword that was about to break, repairing the broken sword and giving it new life.

However, it was not a miraculous radiance, but a miserable, weeping-like radiance of sorrow, and Ulysses, who held the sword, could feel the sorrow of the sword, the despair of the sword, better than anyone else.

That kind of strong will, even after another thousand years, will not disappear for ten thousand years, as long as the world still needs this sword one day, as long as the ideal is still there, then the owner of this sword will not die even if he wants to, even if he fails many times, he will continue to fight.

Therefore, she could not give up the sword in her hand, and she could not give up this last companion.

For her, there may be nothing but the sword.

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