Tokyo underground city

Chapter 150 Result

After Lin Huai'en became an explorer, his first weapon was a dagger.

After being beaten by the mummy swordsman for so long, he originally thought that he would never use this thing again that left him with extremely painful memories.

But Shen Wanshan's meaning was very clear.

"'The sword master is good at using long swords and short swords'..."

"But rather than saying that the chief director wants to emphasize the 'long sword', it is better to say that he wants to hint to us——"

"The 'Sword Master' will use the 'Dagger'."

During the break between Nalan Mingde's battle with the giant swordsman, Lin Huai'en had some thoughts.

If he only read the script or the original novel, he might understand "sword master" as a general or a reckless man.

For example, the giant man in Windrunner is over 1.9 meters tall and wields a 1.8-meter giant sword. From an image point of view, he does give people a "heroic" feeling.

But... the swordsman master is Feng Feng's teacher. With such a huge difference in size and weapons, can he really teach the little girl Feng Feng well?

Coupled with the behavior of throwing stones to ask for directions late at night, perhaps a thin swordsman like Nalan Mingde is closer to Shen Wanshan's imagination...

"But...Nalan Mingde is too handsome, and his weapons don't match his fighting style."

Feng Feng's identity is the princess's valet and stand-in, and his weapons are two daggers that are easy to hide. These are all traceable character designs. So when teaching Feng Feng, even if the swordsman master is better at long swords, he will not He will teach her with a sword.

therefore.

Lin Huaien chose the dagger.

Although Nalan Mingde was surprised by the changes in Lin Huai'en's weapons, Lin Huai'en could think clearly about things. He was slower to react and could quickly realize the reason why Lin Huai'en did what he did.

Then his eyes instantly darkened.

If Lin Huaien could hear what he was thinking, he would definitely be able to hear what he was saying——

"Damn it! I was taken advantage of!" Well...

However, Lin Huai'en just leaned down, pointed the gray fury at Nalan Mingde, and moved slowly.

With his drooping posture, it seemed that the person in front of him was not an adult man, but a little girl holding a weapon.

"What? Not attacking?"

He smiled and challenged Nalan Mingde: "What I am holding is a dagger. Are you not timid? Or do you want to change to a dagger?"

However, Nalan Mingde just looked at him coldly, unmoved.

He took a deep breath and also assumed the image of a swordsman master in his mind——

"The chief director only said that he is good at daggers and long swords, but he did not say that he must use daggers! Since you want to die, then I will help you!"

Concentrate, focus.

But still a little tasteless.

That feeling made Lin Huaien feel a little boring. He took back his dagger, sighed, and turned around to leave: "Forget it, you can't beat me like this."

"you……!"

Nalan Mingde's eyes widened at that moment.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and snorted coldly: "What is the specific strength? Don't bark! Since you are in a hurry to die, then I will help you!"

The arrogant instructor of the Forbidden Army, he does have a bit of military majesty.

But he is still far from being a general.

Lin Huai'en played with the gray fury in his hand casually and waved to him: "Come on."

Nalan Mingde silently raised his sword and attacked Lin Huai'en.

"Powerful attack!"

Following Nalan Mingde's roar, Lin Huaien's eyes were dazzled, and a red light had already struck his chest.

"Ouch!"

He quickly dodged and avoided the blow, but after Nalan Mingde violently attacked, he raised his arm again——

"Cut with the momentum!"

Another common swordsmanship skill.

But the skill level was very high, so for a while, even Lin Huaien was unable to react. He blocked the dagger in front of his chest and was hit in the center of the chest, sending his whole body flying out.

When he saw Lin Huai'en four or five meters away, Nalan Mingde launched his magic sword skill without hesitation.

"Liuhong strikes!"

A dazzling white light stabbed Lin Huai'en!

Lin Huai'en squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the white light, which was not strong.

Obviously, Nalan Mingde also knew that if the effect of this move became too strong, it would only blind the audience in front of the camera, let alone serve as the basis for Shen Wanshan to choose him.

Therefore, he deliberately lowered the brightness of the magic sword skill and only used its long-range thrusting effect.

But without the blessing of the dazzling bright light, the performance of Liu Hong's attack was somewhat unsatisfactory.

Lin Huai'en only retreated slightly, then used his dagger to deflect Nalan Mingde's attack, and swung the blow to his shoulder far away.

After the attack was blocked, Nalan Mingde launched the skill again without hesitation——

"Cut in all directions!"

The long sword that was held away lit up with yellow light.

Lin Huai'en felt something bad for a moment.

Yellow light is a speed skill.

Therefore, he took a step back without hesitation. In the next second, four consecutive sword lights formed a diamond shape, covering the original positions of his hands and feet——

"Butterfly Slash?!"

Lin Huaien was startled, but he quickly reacted——

"No, it's faster than the Butterfly Slash! It only uses the power of the wrist! It's a forced continuous slash!"

After launching the "Square Cut", Nalan Mingde visibly stiffened and stopped the attack.

Lin Huai'en stood two meters away, looked at him, and smiled:

"Is this the end?"

Lin Huai'en's words made Nalan Mingde obviously stunned.

But after reacting, he raised his sword in anger and roared at Lin Huai'en:

"What are the people who can only dodge around like rats talking about?! Who has the ability to defeat me?! Who can't dodge-"

But before he finished speaking, Lin Huaien sighed.

"OK."

He caught the gap between Nalan Mingde's exhalation and took a step forward.

Nalan Mingde completely thought that Lin Huai'en was so disrespectful of "martial ethics" and hurriedly raised his weapon.

But Lin Huai'en didn't even look at him.

He leaned forward slightly, took a step to the left, cut into Nalan Mingde's inner periphery from the edge of the safe zone indicated by Jianli, and passed through his armpit at a distance that was almost touching.

The gray-green fury in his hand also scratched Nalan Mingde's armpit.

"What?"

Nalan Mingde was stunned for a moment. He didn't even feel the meaning of Lin Huaien's stroke on him.

"Your right hand is useless."

Lin Huaien pointed at his body and said: "You are not wearing protective gear, and that blow is enough to cut your ligaments."

"How is that possible?! You didn't use your skills!"

Nalan Mingde still didn't understand the seriousness of that blow.

He raised his weapon reluctantly.

Seeing him like this, Lin Huai'en couldn't help scratching his head and sighed with some resignation:

"...It really isn't that simple."

"Then, I'm going to attack continuously."

He made a statement.

while moving forward.

"Powerful attack!" Nalan Mingde launched the attack without hesitation and struck Lin Huai'en.

However, it has been confirmed by [Sword Theory] once. The moment the long sword lit up with red light, Lin Huai'en had already seen through Nalan Mingde's attack.

As if taking a walk, he cut into Nalan Mingde's inner circle from the right side, and hit him on the shoulder the moment he missed him.

It was also a blow that was neither light nor heavy.

But Nalan Mingde didn't even stop. As if he was afraid that others would misunderstand, he shouted loudly, "It's too light! It's not painful at all!" He turned around and launched another slash.

The same red light, horizontal slashing action, compared to the violent attack, only the front end of the sword condensed a large amount of red light. This time, even his body was covered with part of the skill light.

But precisely because of this, the omen of an attack is more obvious than a powerful attack.

Long before Nalan Mingde raised his sword, Lin Huai'en took a step forward, got behind Nalan Mingde, hugged his body, and pressed against Nalan Mingde with gentle movements that were almost like a lover's flirting. lowered his chin, put the long sword up, and slashed hard——

The moment the slash was launched, Nalan Mingde's carotid artery spewed out a column of blood for four to five meters.

Of course, it's imaginary.

This almost humiliating blow stunned Nalan Mingde.

He was stunned for two seconds before he realized what was happening. He struggled violently and got out of Lin Huaien's arms, his face turning red——

"Cut in all directions!"

He almost roared and used his skills.

However, Lin Huai'en squinted his eyes and whispered:

"Intensified perception."

An inconspicuous white light flashed slightly on his body, and in the next second, he had placed the dagger in four positions: in front of him, on the lower left, on the upper left, and on the lower right.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang——"

The four sword strikes turned into a momentary reverberation.

The sword light of Sifangzhan flashed at these four positions respectively, but turned into a messy arc.

The moment the skill ended, the long sword in Nalan Mingde's hand flew out.

Nalan Mingde covered his fingers and took a step back with cold sweat on his face.

Lin Huai'en carried the gray anger on his shoulders with a bored look on his face.

Everyone present was silent.

No one could understand how this scene happened.

Lin Huai'en coughed slightly, remembering his identity as a swordsman master, and said slowly:

"You rely too much on your own skills. The combination of individual combat skills forms a continuous attack-"

"That's quite interesting."

"However, with these alone, you still cannot hide the weakness of your swordsmanship."

With that said, Lin Huai'en pointed at Nalan Mingde's wrist:

"You don't even know how to hold a sword. Your whole hand is tightly gripping the hilt——"

"With this way of holding the sword, the impact force when crossing the sword will be completely transmitted to the fingers instead of the palm. Without the coercive force of the skill, your weapon would have been released as early as the first collision of the Sifang Zhan. "

"However, precisely because of the coercive force of the skill, your finger suffered four violent collisions, and there should have been some contusion. It is best to go see a doctor, otherwise it is likely to affect the right hand. Normal use."

However, Nalan Mingde just raised his head in cold sweat and looked at Lin Huai'en, with still a lot of unwillingness in his eyes——

"You said I held the sword in the wrong way - so what is the correct way to hold the sword?"

Lin Huai'en raised his hand and glanced at him.

On Lin Huai'en's right hand, only the thumb and index finger were close to the sword, while the remaining middle finger, ring finger and little finger were all raised.

"Impossible! How could you use two fingers to control the long sword that I hold with five fingers?!"

Nalan Mingde looked in disbelief.

However, Lin Huai'en just showed Nalan Mingde the sword cocoon in his hand:

"This is the difference in basic skills."

[Cough...slaughter the young]