Extreme swordsmanship.

One of the most mysterious and powerful techniques in the continent of Arad.

In the previous life, Midi emerged from adversity, and he could be regarded as a genius ghost swordsman, and he also had a lot of involvement in other ghost swordsmen, which can be regarded as half an all-rounder, but even so, he still couldn't even touch the edge of extreme swordsmanship. It is said that even the four top ghost swordsmen who have been named "Sword Masters" have not been able to cross the threshold of extreme swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship that can only be mastered by those who have been chosen by fate, this is the evaluation of extreme swordsmanship by adventurers.

And at this moment, Midi finally understood the biggest secret of the Extreme Sword Technique - only by mastering the Extreme Intention can he master the Extreme Sword Technique. And if there is no extreme intent in the body, no matter how brilliant the use of magic or ghost energy is, it will eventually pass by the extreme sword technique.

And at this moment, Midi really has the ultimate meaning.

In his previous life, he had experienced utter emptiness and despair, he had tasted death, listened to the hell of death, and felt the pain of life being withdrawn from the flesh little by little.

In this life, he has mysterious ghosts and gods as the foundation, super-level transfer as a catalyst, and firm faith as the pillar.

At the end, he faced the limits, challenged the limits, and in the end, broke through the limits.

All these factors came together to make everything in Midi become one thing.

It is for the sake of extreme intentions.

At this moment, this force like a stream of clear water swam through Midi's exhausted body, flowing slowly like those white clouds, night stars, and streams, standing still like a mountain, and dancing like a light breeze. Extreme intention penetrated into the depths of his body, and even into his soul, and as his mind became enlightened, it accelerated into it, and then began to flow, stop, and leap with Midi's mind.

A subtle spitting sound of air flowed out, and dust and debris splattered out of the wounds on Midi's body.

There was a glittering light in his eyes, and then it retracted, like the pupils of a dragon, and turned into a thin one, reflected in the dark eyes.

Wiseman was dumbfounded.

No matter how knowledgeable he was, he didn't know what the so-called "extreme swordsmanship" was.

This is also very natural, because in the previous life, this extremely powerful swordsmanship was only amazed in 990 Arad. That year, imprisoned in the Imperial Prison of Delos, Sodros Sgart Heinrich, who was of royal blood, finally realized the true meaning of swordsmanship in emptiness and despair, and no one could restrain him since.

Because of this, Sodros, who has mastered extreme swordsmanship, is known as the strongest swordsman in the Arad continent.

But now, Reborn I, Midi has actually touched the Extreme Intent of the Sword five years earlier than Sodros, the powerhouse with the bloodline of the lightsaber royal family!

History has been changed.

The world has been changed.

Destiny has been changed.

Midi, who has been broken through the limits and has a strong vision and vows to challenge fate, has changed!

The exaggerated level gap of level 17 still exists, and even if it is extreme swordsmanship, the odds of winning that can be brought to Midi are not great. But at the moment, Midi knew very well where his advantage lay - Wiseman knew nothing about extreme swordsmanship.

This knowledgeable necromancer could only use those previous swordsmanship as a reference, he might think that the extreme swordsmanship was very strong, or some kind of secret swordsmanship of the Duchy of Belmar, but it was impossible to predict how terrifying the extreme swordsmanship really was!

This kind of light enemy will become Wiseman's fatal wound, and it is also the only chance for Midi to cross the gap of 17 levels and grab victory in his hands.

And as Midi expected, Wiseman was shocked, but only shocked, far from the level of fear.

"Yes, very good! strong, very strong!" Wiseman clapped enthusiastically and let out a maniacal laugh. But the next moment, he suddenly smiled and said in a deep voice, "But it is still wishful thinking to try to defeat me just by virtue of some great trick that I suddenly realized! It seems that I must teach you the difference between romantic chivalric novels and cruel reality!"

Wiseman sneered and snapped his fingers lightly.

With a crisp "pop", the whole space seemed to shake.

The gray robe of the Nightmare Hand was windless, and the breath of death swept in like a tide, and the surrounding trees suddenly withered, and in an instant, within a radius of hundreds of meters, everything except Midi was strangled and drained of souls.

Necromancer skill, soul-sucking dark wave.

Wiseman personally intervened, and in an instant he brought overwhelming momentum.

However, for the Necromancer's signature skill to shroud the attack, Midi's expression was nothing unusual.

Wiseman, on the other hand, suddenly turned extremely pale, like a dead man, and then, his body shook weakly, and with a "poof", a mouthful of red blood spurted out.

"Your soul, how can it be so powerful!" the Nightmare Hand had a look of disbelief in his eyes.

The soul-sucking dark wave is not aimed at the physical body, but the soul that can directly contact the target, which makes most of the means of protection useless, even Alice, who has endless means, was injured by Wiseman in just a few minutes before.

But Midi is different, twenty years of rebirth has made his soul extremely solid, and his will is extremely sharp, Wiseman does not use a powerful frontal attack, but wants to secretly come to the shadows, using soul attacks to carry out a sneak attack, and the result can only be self-inflicted.

And this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, of course, Midi will not miss it.

He suddenly ran, like a vigorous leopard, and pounced on his prey. Fallen leaves and dirt rose high behind him, and by the time it fell, Midi had already flown by with an afterimage.

The next moment, Midi suddenly swung out an incomparably fierce sword!

The azure lightsaber became extremely dim in an instant, as if it had been extinguished. But at the same time, with a loud "whew", an invisible energy erupted from the sword's body, and it sliced through the surrounding air, turning the place into a vacuum, and even the fine dust was destroyed by this terrible force, shattering into powder that could not be seen by the naked eye, and then burned and burned due to the high heat, turning into nothingness.

As soon as the extreme intention comes out, no one can stop it!

Wiseman didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and several gestures continued to be pinched in his hand, and the ancient staff that he never left his hand also emitted a majestic pale cyan light all over his body at this moment.

In an instant, a protective shield made of countless hexagons, wrapped in circles and circles, appeared around Wiseman's body, almost like the walls of a castle, so thick that people would lose confidence just by looking at it.

It was originally taboo for the long-range legal profession to be close to each other, but Wiseman had enough strength and self-confidence to resist directly. He believed that even if Midish displayed the so-called "extreme sword technique" just now, it would be impossible to break through his own defenses.

And the next moment, he immediately realized that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

When this seemingly unshakable shield was hit by the invisible energy composed of extreme intentions, it immediately made a crisp cracking sound, like glass falling from a high place, shattering layer after layer into countless star chips!

It wasn't until the last layer that Midi's sword intent was finally exhausted, leaving only an extremely deep crack on it.

Looking at the crack that was close at hand, a cold sweat suddenly fell on Wiseman's forehead.

Extreme swordsmanship is so powerful!

But now it's too late to escape. Without the support of the three female ghost swords, another courageous attack posture, and the necromancer's lack of means of high-speed movement, even if he summons a skeleton horse now, it will be the result of being shredded by Midi immediately.

However, when Wiseman's gaze swept over the lightsaber in Midi's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in the corner of his eye.

The lightsaber that had cut off countless heads for Dimidi had been extinguished.

It was only after two extreme intentions that its sharp but unstable blade, condensed by magical power, finally twisted and deformed, turning into a ray of light, which drifted away from Midi's hand in the wind.

"Die!" Wiseman exclaimed, regaining his old swagger, with a twisted expression.

With this shout, a thick black magic power was condensed in his hands, and from this black, he could even see many faces struggling and begging for help.

Another powerful skill of the Necromancer, Necromancy's Wrath.

Wiseman learned to be obedient, this time he cast a skill that directly annihilates the flesh, if he hits Midi, even if he has extreme intentions, he will be gnawed by the necromancers to the point that there will not be even a bit of minced meat left.

However, before Wiseman could finish reciting the incantation, Midi had arrived.

Between the two, there was only a protective shield covered with cracks.

A trace of uneasiness passed through Wiseman's heart, but he believed in the power of his shield, what could a ghost swordsman who had lost his sword do, even if he had that kind of extremely powerful "Extreme Sword Technique"?

He could only be helpless through this thin layer, waiting to be hit by himself and then die!

The thought of Midi's wailing in pain a few seconds later, and the thought that he would soon be able to dissect this corpse full of puzzles, gave Wiseman's heart an irrepressible excitement.

However, the black-haired boy's eyes that burned with cold flames always shrouded his heart with a haze.

And the next moment, the uneasiness came true.

Without hesitation, Midi shook off the bare hilt of the sword in his hand, then clenched his fists, stepped forward, staggered, punched, and hit the shield directly!

From his clenched fingers, countless surging extreme intent oozed out, cutting and vibrating the air around him, and wisps of white air flowed. Obviously it is just flesh and blood, but at this moment, it is wrapped in wind and thunder, it is like a steel siege hammer that can destroy the thick city wall with a single blow!

With a loud thud, Midi's fist struck the most densely cracked spot on the shield with extreme precision.

The shattered shield shattered into countless shards, flying in all directions, several streams of turbulence brushing past Midi's cheeks, bringing red blood.

The right fist instantly became a blur of flesh and blood in this shocking blow, and even exposed Sen Sen's white bones. The extreme intent that even the lightsaber could not withstand was naturally even more burdensome for the flesh and blood.

But Midi still has a left fist.

Midi clenched his left fist, accelerated again, stepped forward, staggered, and punched!

The black-haired boy's expression was extremely calm, and it could even be said to be cold, only the silver flames in his eyes dragged two beautiful light marks in the air because of the speed that was so fast that even the naked eye could not catch it.

It was the fastest raid of his life, like lightning, like thunder.

The left fist with extreme intent had turned into a vague shadow, and there was no room for blinking, and before he even had time to think, a gust of wind came to Wiseman's chest.

There was a heavy pop as the sandbag was shattered, and Wiseman's chest suddenly sank into a large chunk, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The tall and thin figure in the gray robe did not fly, and there was not even a tremble. Midi's punch instilled all the intent into the opponent's body, tearing apart his flesh, viscera, bones, and all life.

Wiseman looked at his chest, which had been completely twisted and deformed, and his eyes welled up with an incredible look.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips like a waterfall.

One blow, life is cut off.