Chapter 17:

When he got home, Lin Sheng didn't talk nonsense with his parents. After finishing his homework quickly after dinner, he took a wooden stick and started practicing basic postures in the bedroom.
The only weapon he could find in his dream was a long sword, and it was also a cross sword, plus the translated books were sword tricks related to swordsmanship.
He was anxious to prove that the sword trick was useless.
After practicing the posture and the first stabbing skills. Lin Sheng washed and went to bed to rest, without a night's dream.
After finishing the lesson the next day, he hurried over in the afternoon, and there were just a few students left in the large classroom.
Lin Shengxing quickly put on protective clothing and helmets, all made of simple bamboo weaving, holding wooden sticks and practicing with the students.
Anyway, everyone is a rookie, holding a wooden stick is a mess.
Just like that, for several days, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream again, but went to the club every day to practice what he learned.
Except for him, the whole club is not as active as everyone else.
Chen Huan saw him many times in a row, all of them practiced to go back to the evening, but also moved slightly. When he was all right, he also opened a small stove and occasionally mentioned a few words.
This life continues after a week.
Lin Sheng finally ushered in the opportunity to enter the nightmare again.
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Hiss ... hiss
Opening his eyes, Lin Sheng heard the sound of a nearby sword dragged to the ground.
The vision slowly became clear, and he looked at the sound for the first time.
In the hall of the manor, the lame rotten swordsman is still there!
He was limping and dragging his sword, standing in front of the oil painting wall on the left side in a daze, and the black long sword in his hand moved from time to time to make a hissing sound.
Lin Sheng returned to God and saw the silver long sword that fell from the corner as soon as he took it out of the bedroom.
He glanced at the Rotten Swordsman, the other side was facing his back, without notice.
Lin Sheng carefully moved his steps, walked around the large dining table, and walked towards the long sword at the door.
After learning basic swordplay for a week, he probably knew what he had done last time.
It's the simplest straight prick.
Straightening is the easiest, but also the easiest to learn.
Naxi sword sword's straight need to stand sideways with arms outstretched, as long as possible to extend the length of the sword to assassinate the opponent, while also avoiding the opponent's attack.
Step by step, Lin Sheng slowly moved his body and soon reached the edge of the long sword at the door.
He stared carefully at the rotting swordsman, bent over, and gently held the sword's hilt with his right hand.
A week of basic posture and sword stab practice made him eager to try and kill the monster.
"Just a bitch, a monster that moves so slowly. As long as I'm careful. It should be fine ..."
Lin Sheng thought about the distance.
This kind of monster seems to rely on hearing to judge the external situation. As long as it does not make a sound, it should be able to sneak attack from behind.
He made up his mind, carried his sword, and slowly approached the rotten swordsman.
As the distance got closer, he held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it up, placed it on his right ear, and put out a roof-like posture.
This week, he has been practicing two moves, one is to split with this posture, and the other is to pierce straight.
Every day, every day, every day and night I fantasize about taking rotting swordsmen as simulated opponents.
Now finally, the opportunity has come!
In the dark night, Lin Sheng held up his long sword in the hall and clenched his teeth about three steps behind the rotting swordsman.
"kill!"
Suddenly he slashed hard.
clang! !!
Suddenly, the Rotten Swordsman turned back to draw a dark arc, right up, blocking Lin Sheng's undercut.
The two metal swords collided fiercely, Lin Sheng felt only a shock in his wrist, a little pain, and a tremor came from the hilt, almost unable to hold it.
He gritted his teeth, desperately pressed the blade, and slammed his knees towards the opponent's knee.
Alas.
The legs of the rotting swordsman were slow to move, and there was no way to avoid it. In the middle of the knee, a crackle was heard on the spot, and it seemed to be a bit broken.
Without legs and feet, its center of gravity was crooked, and the black sword in his hand suddenly slipped.
Lin Sheng's pressed sword body slipped involuntarily and fell from the edge of the black sword.
Huh!
He didn't notice it, and felt that the sword in his hand was chopped in a soft position.
The black blood was sprinkled all over the floor like a splash of ink, staining the floor a pitch black.
Uh ...
The rotting swordsman staggered to the left, and a large amount of black blood sprayed from the left neck of the whole person, and fell to the ground.
Lin Sheng held the sword blankly and looked at the monster in front of him.
Suddenly a faint black line of smoke evaporated from the rotting swordsman, meandering toward his chest like a snake.
Alas.
The black line suddenly crashed into Lin Sheng's chest and disappeared instantly.
Suddenly, countless detailed and incomplete images came to his mind.
噗通.
Lin Sheng fell to his knees, loosening the hilt of his sword with both hands, and covering his head.
He wanted to mourn, but the twitching body and severe headache made him unable to yell.
A trace of black mist emanated from him.
For a long time, I don't know if it's ten minutes or half an hour.
Lin Sheng kneeling, struggling slowly, loosening his face.
The edges of his pupils, which were already black, were covered with black bloodshot eyes.
A large amount of black bloodshots, like black spider webs, are evenly distributed around the pupil.
"Ravel Green ....."
Lin Sheng stood up and looked down at the rotting swordsman lying on the ground in front of him, his eyes were complicated.
"Ravel, have you ever said that you would love me to grow up in the wild, have you forgotten these?" A voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Sheng.
He was all cold and turned sharply.
There was nothing behind.
"Illusion?"
Lin Sheng gritted his breath and quickly picked up the long sword from the ground.
It is a pity that there is a small gap in the silver long sword blade, and a slight crack is permeated in the gap.
"It can't be used .... It should be too long. The sword itself is just a normal material. It can support a fight. It's pretty good."
Lin Sheng lowered his sword and looked away at the black long sword on the right arm of the rotting swordsman.
He took a deep breath, just as the black line rushed into his chest, at that moment, he saw some footage.
Those clips are all about Ravel, the owner of the manor.
Those memories, those murky and muffled sounds, kept echoing in his mind, and only slowly retreated until just now.
At that moment, he seemed to have experienced a little life and experience of the mansion owner Ravel.
Fortunately, there was very little memory flowing in, otherwise he felt that he might be shocked into a mental illness.
Bending down, Lin Sheng inspected the body of the rotting swordsman and determined that he was no longer moving.
He then carried a long sword, pointed at the opponent's right arm, and slashed down.
puff!
The missing blade still cut off the right arm of the rotting swordsman.
Lin Sheng didn't even feel much hindrance. Obviously, the degree of decay of the other person's body has greatly weakened the rigidity of his bones, otherwise it would not be so easy.