There seems to be something different in the pirate leader who has become serious.

Bruch had just dodged the insidious trick with the air outburst, and [Blood Red Whiskey] caught up with him in just one step.

The sword was restrained, and this time he didn't give Bruch any chance to dodge with his strength.

The powerful blade slashed through his defenses and slashed at the knight's shoulder.

Clang!

The guardian knight didn't care about it, and held the sword with the [right hoe style] of the four basic frames, and the reflexive was a melee charge.

"Drink!"

[Blood Red Whiskey] seemed to have been expected, and it quickly retreated half a step back like a spring, and when Bruch's momentum was exhausted, it instantly ejected back.

The blade exchange, absolute speed and unmatched strength shattered the latter's stance.

Bruch "poofed" and took several steps back.

Relying on solid swordsmanship skills, heavy armor, and borrowed [Storm Child], it was not easy to stabilize his figure.

"It's so strong, it's not abnormally strong!"

The complexion under the helmet of the guardian knight changed several times one after another, and he only felt that although the guy in front of him was drunk and hazy, his heart was like a mirror.

It's like having perfect control over the body and the spirit.

One point of his own strength can exert the effect of three points or even four or five points in his hands, and there seems to be a monster hidden in the human body.

This gap should not occur between the normal second and first orders.

What's more, Bruch also borrowed the second-order core technique of his own lord, but he still had almost no power to fight back.

Looking at the slowly flowing wine mist on the other party's blade, as well as the unique breathing pattern between his mouth and nose, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"It's flow! Your swordsmanship has reached the realm of flow?! ”

The next moment.

The blood-red whiskey exhaled slowly, with a visible red light between the mouth and nose, and the sound of blood flowing in the body roared violently like steam.

A strong sense of crisis pierced Bruch's eyebrows like a pinprick.

Danger, danger!

It seems that this sword can easily cut through steel, and even the knight's heavy armor on his body can't give him the slightest sense of security.

At the last moment, two gunshots suddenly rang out behind Blood Red Whiskey.

The pirate leader, who was already about to move forward to kill, suddenly turned around as if he had an eye in the back of his head.

With the sword at the wrist, he used the tilted blade to slash two bullets in quick succession.

However, the two long swords that followed the bullets gave him no chance to take Bruch's life.

Catherine, who was close to her bright silver armor and still had water vapor on her body, took the lead.

The swift sword in his hand, looking for the trajectory and algorithm of the [Supreme Technique] Marichesky circle, attacked from his weakest lower ribs.

Byron, who had already opened the [Storm Child] state next to him, seemed to be able to fly by stepping on the wind.

Originally, if you ask him what he thinks of the spiral ascension to heaven with his left foot and his right foot.

His answer must have been nonsense.

But now he can do the same!

The hoarfrost in his hand turned into a flash of lightning and slashed at the head of the blood-red whiskey, attacking the enemy and saving him.

The effect of this core skill in Byron's hands and in Bruch's hands can only be described as vastly different.

The Guardian Knight, who had escaped behind the Scarlet Whiskey, turned his sword and stabbed at the back of his heart, which was wide open.

The amazing tacit understanding created by the three people growing up together since childhood allowed them to achieve an effect far greater than three in one plus one plus one time.

"Good time!"

This kind of layered and tacit attack, although it was somewhat unexpected by the pirate leader, although he was not shocked, he was even happy to see the hunt.

There was a crisp sound all over his body, and he shrank into a ball of meat in an instant.

At the moment when he dodged the attack of the three blades, he swung his slashing sword and borrowed the power of Catherine's suddenly stretched swift sword, and forcibly broke out of the encirclement.

As long as one of the swordsmanship, timing, eyesight, and strategy is not qualified, they will definitely be hated on the spot in this kind of dead end.

But this blood-red whiskey personally demonstrated to the three of them what it means to be "at ease".

Hiss——!

"It's really the realm of flow!"

"And he has mastered it very skillfully, perfectly controlling his mind and body, and not only can he give full play to his potential.

The instructions given by the brain can also be carried out by the body 100%.

As long as there is a possibility for physiological structures, it can be done easily. ”

Even if it was three against one, the later Byron and Catherine couldn't help but feel like a great enemy in an instant.

They were completely sure that this pirate leader who had suddenly appeared to rob his territory had clearly broken through the [Flow] realm that countless transcendent beings could not reach.

Strictly speaking, this is not some kind of extraordinary skill, but a very mysterious spiritual realm.

It is possible for both transcendent and mortal beings to master.

Originally, it was not from the swordsman, but from a group of ascetics from the church, who were given the good name of "Apocalypse" and "Divine Apocalypse".

For example, sometimes a person is at home on vacation, and he is in a daze all day, but he still feels very tired, as if he has not been effectively rested at all.

But sometimes, after working all day, at night, suddenly there is a spring of thoughts, like divine help, which can't be stopped, which is vaguely touching the realm of flow.

One is scattered and disordered, the other is harmonious and orderly, and the realm between the two states of mind is very different.

As many of you know, there are five keys to achieving this state:

"First, attention and total immersion; Second, there must be a goal that is willing to pay the price;

Third, there is immediate feedback; Fourth, because of this preoccupation, daily trivial matters are completely forgotten and blocked; Fifth, reach a state of self-forgetfulness. ”

Because of the natural compatibility between swordsmanship, the battle of life and death and these five tips, there are exceptionally many swordsman masters who have reached the realm of flow.

Once one can enter the [Flow], this powerful state of mind can be applied not only to swordsmanship, but also to all one's daily and transcendent abilities.

The same sword, in the hands of a farmer, is not much stronger than a burning stick, but in the hands of a clever swordsman it is indestructible.

The same second-order transcendent, without the blessing of flow is the floor, and with the blessing of flow is the ceiling.

Unfortunately, even though Byron and Catherine had vaguely touched the boundaries of flow, they were unable to really take that crucial step.

"Hehe, I just picked a poor rural place at random to prepare for a handful, but I didn't expect to meet a few masters.

You deserve my [Blood Red Whiskey] full force. ”

After drinking a whole bottle of high spirits as a "staple food", Alfred was in full swing.

He took out a greasy pig ear wrapped in oiled paper from his bosom, chewed it casually and swallowed it.

Immediately, he exhaled a mouthful of burning breath caused by the rapid flow of blood, and the breathing pattern in his mouth suddenly changed again.

The strength of every muscle, fascia, and organ in the body is integrated with breathing.

Zheng ——!

When his breath resonated with the Fisher sword in his hand, the whole person suddenly pounced like a tiger on Bruch, the weakest of the three.

At the moment when the blades clashed, the sparks burst out, and they actually cut off a well-made hand and a half-sword.

[Secret Swordsmanship: Listen to the Sword: Wild Lan!] 】

This is a secret sword technique that can only be used when you have reached the realm of flow, or above, and it is not an extraordinary ability but it is like an extraordinary ability.

"Listening to the sword" is actually to "listen" with the touch of your fingertips, to feel the weakness of the opponent's strength, and you can't fight with the pig's ears that can enhance hearing.

But this occult thing cannot be fully explained by science.

Byron opened the complete blessing of the [Wild Hunt Legion], especially the four second-order undead acolytes that increased his quality in all aspects by half.

Turning into an afterimage and flying up, he barely managed to stop his pursuit of Bruch.

But then, even if the three of them besieged together, it was more like the other party surrounded the three of them alone.

In the distance, the Golden Deer did not dare to open fire easily for fear of accidental damage, and there was still some time before the sailors on the three ships landed in port.

Bruch was reduced to a shield of flesh barely resisting the blade of the Scarlet Whiskey Sword, and Catherine's supreme skill, which could have done everything, was dwarfed by true flow.

Only Byron himself can really keep up with the rhythm of the other party by relying on the speed of fouls.

Nature also bears the most pressure.

I can't help but think about it:

"[Flow] can be regarded as a simplified version of Storm Knight's other promotion route, [Breath of All Things].

It's just that the breath of all things can listen to all living things, and even control them, but Flow can only perfectly control its own spirit and body.

Even if you can't cut steel with a stick, you can cut someone else's sword with a sword.

If you can further reach the second level, it is almost equivalent to comprehending another form of [Breath of All Things] in the day after tomorrow.

Of course, even if I chose another route, my grasp of the breathing of all things is very shallow, and I still can't beat him.

Even on the same track, it will only be restrained more violently.

You have to find a way. ”

Byron had realized that although he had experienced the Vortex Storm and even had been circling among the third-order transcendentals, he had not relied on his true abilities.

It's just a good use of the rules of the Hattings.

Today, I suddenly met this blood red whiskey in the poor countryside of the Taiman Islands, and I immediately dared not underestimate the transcendent of the Bantaan Islands.

In a perilous environment, they were clearly a cut above their peers on the Old World.

He was impressed by the cunning and insidious nature of the old priest and the superb swordsmanship of the blood-red whiskey.

As the minutes passed, the pressure on Byron grew stronger and stronger in the midst of the chaotic battle.

Several times, I couldn't help but want to use the title ability of [Wild Hunt] to sacrifice all the undead squires to summon the full set of weapons of [Wild Hunt Knight].

But revealing your identity is too much to gain or lose.

And in this chaotic battle, his swordsmanship is also being constantly forged by a master, becoming more and more proficient, and it seems that he is getting closer and closer to that realm.

The figure is also becoming more and more erratic.

I don't know how long later, just when the delicate balance was a little untenable, his eyes suddenly flashed with inspiration.

"I got it!"

Catherine, who was full of tacit understanding, was immediately keenly aware that Byron was about to launch a counterattack.

A soft snort.

The Mithril in the [Silver Moon Bracelet] poured out, turning into a nineteen-meter-long giant sword in a brilliant silver light.

The blazing white sword light swept towards the pirate leader whose face changed suddenly.

At the same time, Byron held a sword in his left hand, and a glass bottle filled with white powder was smashed to the ground by him.

Phew——!

In the palm of his right hand, the wind swept through the sky and the powder condensed into a slightly whitish [Storm Battle Axe], which was thrown out by him violently.

When the blood-red whiskey was sandwiched left and right, and there was no way to avoid it, it exchanged swords and exploded.

Countless clouds of powder completely surrounded that powerful enemy.

Yes, at this juncture, what Byron realized was not a flow, but the true meaning of swordsmanship!