Vol 5 Chapter 23: Her gun (on)

"Why do you want to learn guns?"
The face of the female elf Liya was full of doubts, and she held a spear in her arms: "You are a wizard, even if you want to go out for adventure, I will protect you with me and Loren."
The little wizard said nothing but just widened his eyes and stared at her timidly: "Can't it?"
"It's okay, but ..." the female elf sighed and shook her head. "Except for the monkey-like guy of Loren, it's not easy for humans to learn the elven gunmanship."
"Especially you basically have little combat experience ... will be injured and will suffer a lot."
"It's okay, I can be patient." The little wizard bit his lower lip, still looking squinted: "It doesn't matter if you are injured, as long as you can learn it, no problem."
"Is it really necessary?" The elf still didn't understand:
"You can use bows and arrows, and you are a very powerful wizard ... Even if you go out and take risks, anyone will protect you at all costs; even if you can learn, you may not use it for a lifetime."
The little wizard still didn't answer her question, just stared at her staringly: "Can you teach me?"
Looking at those persistent eyes, the female elf who sighed still threw the spear at her: "If you really want to learn that ... who makes us friends?"
Catching the spear in a hurry, Ain gently stroked the gun body, feeling the weight in her hand, staring at the silver awn of the spear.
Elves ... Lorren, did he fight face-to-face with countless ogres with such light weapons?
The female elf did not notice her expression and stood up with a gun:
"Then, the first step is the first and the most important one; the gun skills of the war dancers are different from those of you humans, and the most important thing in our skills is not the spear itself;
The most important thing is footwork ... "
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Just as the spear was about to stab the noodle gate, the little wizard who suddenly assaulted suddenly "moved"!
Like a phantom without warning, the instantaneous acceleration made Salika even have no time to see the direction of her spear and had to retreat.
"clang--!"
The two silver awns intersect in midair, and the friction of the blades blooms the most brilliant colors in the sunset.
what happened? !
The moment the spear collided, Sallyka could clearly feel that the little wizard in front of her was different from the one just now.
If the little wizard just now was a goshawk that was waiting to hunt, then the eagle is now taking off in the sky, just like a hummingbird quickly shuttles in front of his body!
Everything is as natural as clouds and flowing water, and the spear moves around in the hands of Ain, as if it is no longer a weapon that can only pierce the enemy directly;
Her attack has even completely lost the meaning of "fight", but it has become her figure, a part of her "dance"-every movement seems to be able to smoothly catch the next one, the silvery flashing The tip of the spear is like a beating note.
And this is not even the most terrible place ... Salika's forehead is already sweating.
What is really scary ... is that this little wizard is getting faster and faster!
No matter how you dodge, attack, block ... this little wizard can always keep up with her, and she can't get rid of her weird "rhythm".
No, it's not keeping up ... It's a prejudgement, this little wizard is dragging himself into that weird rhythm little by little!
Suddenly, Ain's attack came again, and a bit of coldness went straight to the neck.
"Dang yao!"
The edge of the blade crossed the spear's barrel, and Sallyka swept away the sharp edge, once again defusing the attack of the small wizard.
But she still can't get rid of Ayin's "entanglement" ... It's ridiculous, obviously has the advantage over herself, but the little wizard who has been attacking is pale and sweaty!
The expressionless Ain did not choose to retreat but dodged. The swept barrel almost ran across the tip of her nose; she turned back like a dancer, twisting her waist, and the spear in her hand came from bottom to top again. .
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"I don't know what your human shooting skills are, but in the technique of war dancers, fighting is meaningless-any opportunity to fight with one blow must be firmly grasped."
Knocking down the spear in the hands of the little wizard, the hard-faced female elf looked at Ain who collapsed to the ground, sweating and sweating: "Continuous approach and constant attack are the keys to the war dancer's skills."
She did n’t know why Ain could keep up to this point ... But as a friend, she could only help her with the lessons she had:
"Besides this, any action to distance yourself and avoid the enemy's edge is meaningless-the more you fear the enemy, the more you will be defeated by fear!"
Ayin, who had no blood on her face, bit her lower lip forcibly, preventing her from crying until the corner of her mouth overflowed with blood.
The sore but unintuitive hands clenched the barrel of the gun again, the trembling legs propped the petite body back up again ... only eyes, still as stubborn as the beginning:
"Come again!"
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"clang--!"
The two spears played loud notes again, and the staggered figures slammed each other's attacks at the same time.
The little wizard finally found his shot down, just five steps away!
At that moment, Ain flew over without looking back ... She knew very well that Salika was trying her best to pounce on herself, and the sharp point of the gun was already pointed at her neck.
But she doesn't care.
Five steps ...
The stunned Sallyka looked back suddenly, striking the spear at the back of the little wizard's neck.
Four steps ...
The spear came from the back of the neck, and Ain could even feel the chill of the bone.
Three steps ...
The nerve-wrenched Loren clenched the bright silver hilt, and his palms were all cold sweat.
Two steps ...
A clear blue pupil flashed a trace of panic, but then recovered his composure.
step……
It's too late ... Salika's heart is cold, once such a short distance gives the little wizard the opportunity to shoot arrows, he will definitely lose!
Her wolf pupil shrank suddenly, and the spear in her hand thrust forward violently.
"Snapped--!"
Everyone widened their eyes, held their breath, and looked at the scene in disbelief.
The little wizard who grasped the battle bow suddenly turned backwards and jumped up, stepping firmly on the tip of Sallyka's gun; with a little toes, the petite figure jumped up in an instant.
At this moment, she is no longer herself, but a goshawk flying in the dome;
It is a hummingbird spreading its wings.
At this moment, time seems to be still.
The pierced spear slowly fell in the moment of falling;
The astonished black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows and slightly raised the corner of his mouth;
Salika's eyes widened and she stared at the "phantom" that passed over her head;
Oops……
That's right ... while jumping into the air, it is equivalent to no more evasion. The little wizard at the moment is a slow-moving target; just one shot can penetrate him (her) in mid-air!
With just one shot ... Salika ’s eyes bite tightly, and the tip of the falling gun seemed to have a heavy weight in her hand, and she could n’t lift it anyway.
All she can do is raise her head, stare dumbfounded, staring at the figure who is looking down at her figure with cold eyes;
The long golden hair floating in the air and still shining in the sunset, with a beautiful and elegant posture;
That was what she had never heard before, what she had never seen before;
It is a picture that can only be glimpsed in a dream ... but now it appears vividly in front of my eyes, so real that all my past experiences have become empty and boring.
"clang--!"
The roaring wind swept through ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The cold three-foot lance fell from the air, hitting Salika's twist braid at the moment of landing, and the long linen hair spread out with the wind, hiding the girl Surprised expression.
The little wizard in the air clenched his bow and landed lightly under the watch of countless lights; then he stood up, fetched an arrow, opened a bow, raised his bow, aimed ...
Within three steps, the full arrows were pointed at the center of Salika ’s chest; the expressionless Ayn Rand stared stubbornly, the bow and arrow in his hand was rock-solid, and did not tremble.
The astonished Salika still kept the last moment's posture, unguarded in front of her, and the empty door wide open ... just staring blankly at the little wizard's eyes, the memories just flashed in her mind.
The first arrow is a warning;
The second arrow is a threat;
This ... is the third arrow;
Lore!