Pirate Kingship

There seemed to be something different about the serious pirate leader.

Bruch just used the burst of airflow to avoid that insidious move, but [Blood Red Whiskey] took just one step and caught up with him again.

Daofeng was restrained and did not give Bruch any chance to dodge this time.

The powerful and heavy blade found a gap to break through his defense, and struck hard on the knight's heavily armored shoulder.

clang!

The guardian knight ignored it and held the sword in the four basic postures [right hoe posture], and the reaction was a close collision.

"Drink!"

[Blood Red Whiskey] seemed to have expected it, and quickly took half a step back like a spring, and when Bruch ran out of momentum, he instantly ejected back.

The clash of blades, absolute speed and incomparable strength shattered the latter's posture.

Bruch took several steps back "thump thump thump".

Relying on his solid swordsmanship skills, heavy armor, and the borrowed [Son of the Storm], he managed to stabilize his figure.

"So strong, abnormally strong!"

The expression on the guardian knight's helmet changed continuously, and he felt that although the guy in front of him was drunk and hazy, his heart was as clear as a mirror.

Like being able to perfectly control the body and spirit.

One point of his own power can produce three points or even four points or five points of effect in his hands. It is as if there is a monster hidden in the human body.

This gap should not appear between normal second order and first order.

What's more, Bruch also borrowed his master's second-level core skills, but he still had almost no power to fight back.

Looking at the slowly flowing wine mist on the opponent's sword blade and the unique breathing pattern between his mouth and nose, he seemed to suddenly understand something and couldn't help but exclaimed:

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

The next moment.

He breathed out blood-red whiskey slowly, with a red light visible to the naked eye between his mouth and nose, and the sound of blood flowing in his body roared violently like steam.

A strong sense of crisis kept piercing Bruch's eyebrows like needles.

Danger, danger!

It was as if this sword could easily cut through steel, and even the knight's heavy armor couldn't bring him the slightest sense of security.

At the critical moment, two gunshots suddenly sounded behind Blood Red Whiskey.

The pirate captain, who was about to attack forward, suddenly turned around as if there was something wrong with his head.

He raised his sword with his wrist and used the tilted blade to slash away two incoming bullets in an instant.

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

Catherine, who was wearing bright silver armor and still had moisture on her body, took the lead.

The swift sword in his hand followed the trajectory and algorithm of the [Supreme Art] Mary Chesky's circle, and attacked from his weakest rib.

Byron, who had already activated the [Storm Son] state next to him, seemed to be able to fly on the wind.

Originally, if you asked him what he thought about stepping on the left foot and spiraling to the sky with the right foot.

His answer must be nonsense.

But now he can do this!

The white frost in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and slashed towards Blood-Red Whiskey's head, attacking the enemy and saving him.

Compared with the effect of this core skill in the hands of Byron and that of Bruch, it can only be described as a huge difference.

The guardian knight, who escaped behind Blood Red Whiskey, turned his sword and stabbed his open back heart boldly.

The amazing tacit understanding created by the three people who grew up together allows them to achieve an effect far greater than three when one plus one plus one is added.

"Well done!"

Although this kind of well-organized and well-coordinated attack was somewhat beyond the pirate leader's expectations, he was still calm and even happy to see it.

There was a crunching sound all over his body, and he instantly shrank into a ball of flesh.

The moment he dodged the attack from the three swords, he swung his sword again and used the strength of Catherine's suddenly extended swift sword to forcefully break out of the encirclement.

Swordsmanship, timing, vision, strategy. As long as any one of them fails, they will definitely be punished on the spot in this deadlock.

But this Blood Red Whiskey personally demonstrated to the three of them what it means to be "comfortable".

hiss--!

“It’s really the state of flow!”

"And I have mastered it very skillfully. I have perfect control over my mind and body, and I can not only unleash my potential 100%.

The instructions issued by the brain can also be executed by the body 100%.

As long as the physical structure exists, it can be easily done. "

Even if they were three against one, Byron and Catherine couldn't help but feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

They were completely sure that this pirate leader who suddenly appeared to rob his own territory had clearly broken through the [flow] realm that was beyond the reach of countless extraordinary beings.

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

It is possible for both extraordinary beings and mortals to master it.

Initially, it did not come from swordsmen, but from a group of ascetic monks from the church, who were dubbed "Apocalypse" and "Divine Inspiration" by them.

For example, sometimes a person is at home alone during the holidays. Even though he has been in a daze all day, he still feels very tired, as if he has not gotten any effective rest at all.

But sometimes, after working all day long, thoughts suddenly come flooding back at night, like a divine help that cannot be stopped. This is the state of flow that has been vaguely touched.

One is disordered and the other is harmonious and orderly. The realms between the two states of mind are worlds apart.

Many people know that there are five keys to achieving this state:

“First, focus and complete immersion; second, have a goal that you are willing to pay the price for;

Third, there is immediate feedback; fourth, due to being fully focused on this, daily trivial matters are completely forgotten and blocked; fifth, reaching a state of selflessness. "

Because of the natural compatibility between swordsmanship and life-and-death battles and these five keys, many swordsman masters have reached the state of flow.

Once you can enter [Flow], this powerful mental state can be applied not only to swordsmanship, but also to all your daily and extraordinary abilities.

The same sword is no more powerful than a fire stick in the hands of a farmer, but it is indestructible in the hands of a skilled swordsman.

For the same second-level transcendent, without the blessing of flow, it is the floor, but with the blessing of flow, it is the ceiling.

It is a pity that even though Byron and Catherine have vaguely touched the boundary of flow, they have been unable to truly take that crucial step.

"Haha, I just randomly picked a remote place in the countryside to make a fortune, but I didn't expect that I met several masters.

You deserve all my [Blood Red Whiskey] efforts. "

After drinking a whole bottle of high-strength liquor as his "staple meal", Alfred showed his madness.

He took out a greasy pig's ear wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

Immediately, he let out a breath of hot breath caused by the high-speed flow of blood, and the breathing pattern in his mouth suddenly changed again.

The power of every muscle, every piece of fascia, and every organ in the body is integrated through breathing.

Zheng——!

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

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

[Secret Sword Technique: Listening Sword·Kuanlan! 】

This is a secret swordsmanship that can only be used when one has reached the state of flow or above. It is not a supernatural ability, but it is better than a supernatural ability.

"Listening to the sword" actually means "listening" with the touch of the fingertips to feel the weaknesses of the opponent's strength, which is nothing compared to pig ears that can enhance hearing.

But this kind of mystical thing cannot be completely explained by science.

Byron activated the full blessing of the [Wild Hunting Legion], especially the four second-level undead attendants, which improved his quality in all aspects by half.

He turned into an afterimage and flew forward, barely blocking his pursuit of Bruch.

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

In the distance, the Golden Deer did not dare to fire easily for fear of accidental damage. It would still be some time before the sailors on the three ships landed at the port.

Bruch became a human shield that could barely withstand the sword of blood-red whiskey. Catherine's supreme skill, which could calculate everything, was dwarfed by the true flow.

Only Byron himself can really keep up with the opponent's rhythm by relying on his foul speed.

Nature also bears the greatest pressure.

My mind can't help but change rapidly:

"[Flow] can be regarded as a simplified version of another promotion route of Storm Riders [Breath of All Things].

It's just that the breath of all things can listen to all dead and living things, and even control them, but [Flow] can only perfectly control one's own spirituality and body.

Even if you can't cut through steel with a wooden stick, there is no problem in cutting off other people's swords with a sword.

If you can further reach the second level, it will be almost equivalent to understanding another form of [breathing of all things] the day after tomorrow.

Of course, even if I chose another route and my grasp of the breathing of all things is very shallow, I would still be unable to defeat him.

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

We have to find a way. "

Byron has realized that although he has experienced whirlpools and storms, and has even been among third-order extraordinary beings, he has not relied on his true ability.

He is just good at using the rules of Hattings.

Today, I suddenly met this blood-red whiskey in a remote place like the Taiman Islands. I immediately no longer dared to underestimate the extraordinary person from the Bantaan Islands.

In a crisis-ridden environment, they are obviously much stronger than their counterparts on the Old Continent.

He was deeply impressed by the cunning and insidiousness of the old priest and the superb swordsmanship of Blood Red Whiskey.

Time passed by, and in the chaos, Byron was under increasing pressure.

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

But exposing your identity is really not worth the gain.

Moreover, in this chaotic battle, his swordsmanship was being continuously refined by a master, becoming more and more proficient, and he seemed to be getting closer and closer to that realm.

The figure is becoming more and more erratic.

I don't know how long it took, but just when the delicate balance became a little unsustainable, a sudden light flashed in his eyes.

"I realized it!"

Catherine, who had a perfect tacit understanding, immediately realized that Byron was about to launch a counterattack.

A slight scolding.

All the mithril in the [Silver Moon Bracelet] gushed out and turned into a nineteen-meter-long giant sword in a brilliant silver light.

The blazing white sword light was fierce, and it swept instantly towards the pirate captain whose expression suddenly changed.

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.

call--!

In the palm of his right hand, the wind swept the powder all over the sky and condensed into a slightly whitish [Storm Axe], which he threw out fiercely.

When Blood Red Whiskey was attacked from both sides and had no way to avoid it, he collided with the sword and exploded.

Countless flying powders completely surrounded the powerful enemy.

Yes, at the critical moment, what Byron realized was not the flow of mind, but the true meaning of swordsmanship!