Vol 4 Chapter 143: Basten's story

Using the big sword as a weapon, the attack moves are not complicated, and almost every move is simple straight. However, it is such a simple move that can show the beauty of the strength and speed of a warrior, and is followed by most of the warriors on the ancient continent.
Use a word to summarize the characteristics of the big sword, that is: hegemony.
Basten as a star-level swordsman, his grasp of the big sword in his hand, as if this sword is a part of his body, does not reveal the shortcomings of the big sword - bulky, but in a very weird angle, quickly Close to Kenyon.
In Ling Feng's view, the elliptical arc that Basten's big sword crossed was like the Dongyang knife that I had seen before, but it added a little power and looked a little strange.
Kenyon looked at Basten's eyes and couldn't help but illuminate the sword in his hand, almost in the same way, directly to Basten's sword. "铛-", the two swords intersected, giving off a dazzling brilliance. Basten's red vindictiveness was slightly dark; and Kenyon's purple vindictiveness burst suddenly and overshadowed the red light.
When the two men crossed, Basten clearly felt that his hand was shaking.
"This is the gap between the 9th-order warrior and the Yasheng." George explained to Montero. "In terms of strength and control over the weapons, the nine-order warrior will eventually be much more holy, even if Basten is out. The timing of the move, as well as the momentum, occupy a favorable position, but in the face of absolute power, all moves are vain."
"That is, Basten lost?" Montero asked, his eyes still looked at Ling Feng.
"Decision." George decided to make a decision. Even though Basten’s moves are a bit strange, in the eyes of George, who is one level higher, Basten’s moves are not very strong, unless Basten also advances to Yasheng, then the advantage of moves Will show up.
Presumably, Kenyon, who is also a saint, can also see this.
Sure enough, in the subsequent test, no matter how Basten’s swordsmanship changed, Kenyon always braked statically, and every move forced Barthen and him to test the depth of the fight. The speed of Basten and the coherence of the move were affected. At this time, the loss of Basten is only a matter of time.
"Oh--" Olmos looked at Basten's sword, frowning and sighed. There was a hint of tears in his eyes, especially when he saw that Basten was persistent and persistent on the stage, and his heart was full of emotion.
Ling Feng felt that Olmos's expression was a bit strange. Even if Basten fails, it is not unacceptable to lose in the hands of an Asian holy.
"Teacher is reminded of Basten's past." Rijkaard looked at Ling Feng's confused look and explained.
"Oh!" Ling Feng seemed to understand and understand.
Looking at Basten again, still stubbornly attacking Kenyon in his own way. In the eyes of Ling Feng, such an attack seems a bit futile. The spirit is commendable, but there is not much substantive significance. So he gestured to Montero: "In this game, we admit defeat."
When he arrived at Basten, he had no such defeat and decadence, but his face showed a little thought.
"Do you think that you and Kenyon's test, completely lost in power?" Ling Feng asked intentionally or unintentionally.
Basten looked at the wind and was a bit stunned.
"Nothing strange." Ling Feng smiled indifferently, then looked around and said, "I am afraid everyone here thinks so?"
Basten has not answered yet, Gullit is preemptive: "The strength of the ninth order, lost to the holy, it is normal." And Rijkaard and others, including five women, heard the words Nodded. I am afraid that Basten will not be able to go on the face. If it weren’t for Yasheng, Basten in the middle of the ninth order, but there was a glorious record that defeated the ninth-order peak.
"If you think so yourself, then you will never be able to surpass the ninth order." Ling Feng said a little, then his eyes looked at the three emperors. The three emperors are looking forward triumphantly, and the eyes are quite provocative. Behind the three emperors, there are also Jorda West and others, with a bright smile on their faces.
"What do you mean?" Basten listened to Ling Feng's words, his eyes burst into a glory, especially the kind of temperament of Ling Feng, which gave a strong hint to Basten, who had just tried and tried. Could it be that the strength of Ling Feng is already Ya Sheng? However, is there such a young Yasheng on the mainland?
Basten’s mind suddenly flashed a beautiful figure, the same young, Tsing Yi black hair, coming from the snow.
"Oh, it doesn't mean anything." Ling Feng ignored the provocation of the three emperors, but to Basten Road. "Your previous swordsmanship is not the case now?" See Basten, and Olmos Everyone is nodding, Ling Feng continued: "I guess, when you first started, you should not use a two-handed sword, but a one-handed sword. You don't know why you abandoned the one-handed sword without using a two-handed sword. ""
"How do you know?" Not only is Bathen curious, but Olmos and other people who know the roots of Basten, and they are also very curious to look at Ling Feng. Among the five women, Wan Hao Ming Yao is even more ‘ah’ and she blurted out. There is a faint glimpse in the eyes.
"It's seen from the tricks you tried." Ling Feng said. In the Warcraft Forest, Ling Feng did not pay much attention to Basten's swords, because at that time, there was a person who was more worthy of attention than Basten, Simon.
Simon's sword is very simple and elegant. This is closer to Ling Feng’s own swordsmanship. After two or three months in the upper reaches of the mainland, Ling Feng discovered that the swords here are represented by roughness and strength. A sword like Simon can only be said to be a different kind.
Now that I see Basten’s moves, I feel it. After all, Basten's swordsmanship is quite strange in the eyes of those who use two-handed swords; in the case of Ling Feng, who uses a one-handed sword, it seems that there are some four.
"The second game, can you start?" At this time, Montero came over and asked Ling Feng.
"Well, let's get started." Ling Feng nodded.
"The Three Emperors hope that this second game will be played by you first," Montero said.

Oh?
Ling Feng heard the words and looked at the three emperors who were quite proud of the other side. My heart said: It’s not bad, let us know how to play first.
On the side of Ling Feng, the strength on the surface is naturally the highest after the addition of white plus black to Ling Feng. If this round, Ling Feng played, then the three emperors who have taken the next game, even if this game concedes defeat, in the third game, their other Ya Sheng, not one of Ling Feng’s side can Coping with.
And if Ling Feng waited until the third game, then they will be the winner in the second game.
As long as the Yasheng and Lingfeng are staggered in the remaining two games, the Three Emperors will basically win the game.
Is it holy? Ling Feng mouth reveals a smile, and said to Ling Ling: "Linger, come, let your brother hug." Ling Ling, like a bird, flew into the embrace of Ling Feng, seeing Wan Yiming next to it Yao several women, a look of embarrassment. They thought a lot of ways, they didn't have to worry about it.
"Linger, is this field coming from you?" Ling Feng whispered.
"Okay, okay." Ling Ling cried happily. "I went up and flattened him."
"Hey, it won't be necessary to fight flat, just let him go down the stage." Ling Feng said.
"I really don't need to flatten him?" Ling Ling whispered his mouth, and some were unhappy. It’s not a matter of three or two things, why do you want to go up yourself? "That makes Xiaohe go."
"Little black?" Ling Feng looked at some smug black feathers, his heart was pondering, black feathers counted, but also the strength of Yasheng, coupled with its air superiority, failure will not, winning may be Some trouble. "Well, let Xiaohe go. But you have to go to the stage and look at Xiaohei."
"Yeah. I am going to direct Xiaohei." Ling Ling was happy to speak.
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"This, you really prepare for the second round, let her play?" Montero looked at Ling Feng and Ling Ling between the three sentences, he decided the candidates, but he was not happy at all. Let Ling Ling this little girl come on stage, this is not a mess.
A few of Gullit were also very surprised. Cassano even prepared himself to play. After all, in addition to Ling Feng, in the remaining three, it is the eighth-order strength. And he still has eight steps of card magic can help, if the card has been flying in the air, plus Cassano's magic attack, even if it is against the holy, not a little chance of winning.
The premise is that the only eighth-order flying class of Warcraft is not the one that has not yet appeared.
However, Ling Feng’s decision was too sudden.
"I oppose." Wan Hao Ming Yao suddenly confronted Ling Fengdao. "No matter what, you can't let Ling Ling take risks. Are you like a brother?"