A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Isn't that the magic medicine among the magic medicines!

While Lin Yi was looking forward to it with surprise, Simon was completely stunned.

He could clearly feel that his body seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell exactly what changed.

"Master, what's going on?"

Simon stroked his fair forehead with his right hand, and there was a trace of doubt on Jun's face.

"This is the sword for the teacher." Lin Yi came back to his senses and said with a smile, "It can maintain your body in its prime, and you can exert [-]% of your strength even in a seriously injured state. At the same time, It is also a kind of qualification and proof, only those who have obtained the sword species can learn the many sword skills I created."

"So it is!"

Simon's eyes lit up immediately, and Astor beside him was also a little speechless.

No one knows better than him how important this ability is to a swordsman.

Lin Yi stood up holding the little black cat, and said with a smile.

"You have just absorbed the sword species, which is a good time to practice swordsmanship. I don't think you want to waste this opportunity... Tell me, where do you usually practice swordsmanship?"

"On Broken Tail Cliff!"

Seymour jumped up happily.

Lin Yi smiled, stretched out his hand to touch his pale golden soft hair, and said softly, "Go there!"

"Okay, okay! I'll lead the way!"

With a happy smile on Seymour's face, he picked up the Fire Dragon Sword and wanted to run out of the room.

But before running a few steps, the Fire Dragon Sword in Seymour's hand was about to move.

Seymour was taken aback immediately, and the strength in his hand was slightly loosened, and the long sword flew straight out of his arms, and flew behind him in a graceful arc.

"My sword!"

Seymour exclaimed, and quickly turned around, only to find that the sword he had just obtained was flying freely beside Master at this moment!

Can the Fire Dragon Sword still fly? !

Seymour's eyes widened immediately, and Astor's eyes lit up.

Lin Yi smiled, and with a light wave of his finger, the flying Fire Dragon Sword immediately circled around Seymour and stopped in front of Seymour.

"Don't take the stairs, let's take this one."

Seymour stepped onto the flying sword excitedly, and looked up at Lin Yi with hope.

"Master, I want to learn this too!"

"Of course you have to learn."

Lin Yi smiled slightly, and at the same time his feet slowly left the ground.

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, we will take the first step."

"Ah... oh, be careful!"

Before the words fell, Lin Yi and Seymour, who was stepping on the flying sword, had already flown away from the balcony.

Looking at Seymour's happy back stepping on the flying sword, and listening to the faint laughter in the sky, the smile on Astor's face gradually faded, and a trace of sourness surged in his heart inexplicably.

this stinky boy...

Why didn't you have such fun when you learned swords from him before?

Astor muttered a few words in his heart, then shook his head, turned and walked out of the room.

It's just that his originally tall and straight back seemed to be gradually cast a trace of loneliness.

……

In the southwest of Wangting, there is a cliff with beautiful scenery.

There are three huge boulders standing on the edge of the cliff, covered with green moss like a carpet, and further away, a thick oak tree stands there, with a thick green crown covering the sky, almost covering the top of the three boulders, Only a small section of the cliff with vines hanging is exposed.

Under the leadership of Seymour, Lin Yi landed on it slowly, his dark eyes swept left and right, and with just one glance, he saw densely packed sword marks of different shades on the boulder.

Lin Yi walked over and stroked the sword marks with his hand.

"You did all of this?"

"Hey, it's me and my sister."

Seymour held the Fire Dragon Sword fondly, and blushed a little embarrassedly when he heard this.

These sword marks were indeed seen when he and his sister were learning swords, but more than 70.00% of the sword marks were cut randomly before he knew how to use a sword. stand up.

Lin Yi glanced at him, moved his fingers slightly, and the Fire Dragon Sword in Seymour's hand suddenly came out of its sheath.

The hilt of the sword turned upside down and fell into Seymour's hand.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yi waved his hand again, and another long sword sprang out from the void, flying towards Seymour with a silver-white light.

Seymour immediately realized Lin Yi's thoughts, and a hint of excitement and anticipation appeared on Jun's face.

"Master, do you want me to fight it?"

"Well, I want to see what your background is first."

"But you are the one who controls it, how can I beat you?"

"It doesn't matter, I will control my strength and speed to the level of an ordinary Midgard, and I will only use the most basic chops, stabs, teases, and sweeps in terms of sword moves..."

"Ah?" Seymour opened his big emerald eyes and said cautiously, "Are you sure?"

"Of course it is!"

"Then don't worry!"

With a confident smile on his face, Seymour slapped his chest.

He was quite aware that the strength of a Midgard was almost equal to that of an ordinary elf child, and even the strongest Midgard might only have a quarter of his strength.

With such a power gap, he might not even be able to do the most basic parry, so how could he be his opponent.

Lin Yi smiled and said nothing: "Let's fight the big talk first!"

"Come on then! I'll prove it to you!"

1 minute later.

"Master, it's cheating! No one is holding this sword, it's much more flexible than me!"

2 minute later.

"Oh! How can it turn like this! This is cheating! It's cheating!"

3 minute later.

"Master, wait a moment! Wait a moment!"

5 minute later.

"Master stop!"

10 minute later.

"Master... Forget it!"

15 minute later.

Seymour stood on the edge of the cliff with the Fire Dragon Sword in his hand, and looked very seriously at the flying sword on the opposite side.

He has already discovered that the master really only used less than a quarter of his strength and speed, and the sword moves are also the most basic moves, but it is such an ordinary basic sword move plus weak strength and speed, but it is so difficult. Every time, he can accurately get stuck in the most uncomfortable place for him.

Why?Why?what is this?

A series of questions flooded his mind.

Seymour stopped talking nonsense, and instead clenched the blade in his hand, attacking the flying sword time and time again, and was defeated again and again.

But he doesn't care about his defeat.

He just wanted to figure out why the master was so much stronger than himself!

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing resounded again.

Gradually, Seymour's sword moves became more condensed, and he gradually abandoned many movements that contained the style of the elf sword dance, and the gorgeous sword moves began to gradually move closer to the basics.

Not far away, Lin Yi couldn't help smiling as he watched Seymour's sword moves grow rapidly under the heavy pressure.

"I think... I probably know what I should teach you first."

As he said that, Lin Yi focused his attention on the four words [short sword proficiency].

Chapter 362 Sword realm, task completed

Most of Seymour's sword skills were learned from his father, full of typical elf style.

The melee weapons that elves are best at are light one-handed swords and one-handed knives. Therefore, the short sword proficiency and Taisao proficiency with similar styles have become the best and fastest choices for Seymour.

However, Tai Dao is not proficient in the skills that can be taught, so Lin Yi only has one choice left.

After making a decision, Lin Yi moved his fingers slightly, and the flying sword that was fighting Seymour immediately rose seven or eight meters.

With nothing in front of him, Seymour was slightly taken aback, and then turned his head in a daze.

"Master, I haven't figured it out yet..."

"No, you already understand."

Lin Yi shook his head, and moved his fingers again.

The flying sword in the sky galloped down and slashed towards Seymour.

As the wind whistled down, Seymour's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned around to parry.

I saw the silver-white long sword bounced off with a buzzing sound, and immediately slashed gracefully and gorgeously in the air, slashing towards Seymour.

Seymour went forward without hesitation.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded one after another, but unlike before, it was Seymour who had the upper hand this time.

He fixed his eyes on the long sword that was slashed down in the air, and swung the blade with all his heart.

At first, Seymour didn't feel that there was anything wrong, but felt that he used every move very smoothly, but gradually, he seemed to have discovered something, his beautiful eyes widened, and he couldn't help blurting out: "That's... ...my swordsmanship?!"

With Seymour's surprised shout, the silver long sword was raised again and left the battlefield.

With doubts and surprise on his face, Seymour looked at Lin Yi who was on the side.

"Master, I..."

"Your blade already understands, but you just don't understand the reason."

Lin Yi smiled, stretched out his hand and waved, and the long sword flying in the sky flew down again.

"The elven swordsmanship you practiced grew up in dense forests, so it is more suitable for tossing and moving in a small area, and you like to strike fast, and use your swift and windy swordsmanship to make the opponent flustered and expose your flaws."

"This is the advantage of elf swordsmanship, and it is also the disadvantage of elf swordsmanship, because too fast swordsmanship can not only catch the opponent's flaws, but also expose more flaws to oneself."

"You may not be aware of these flaws yourself, but in my eyes, they are like free food placed at a banquet, waiting for me to reach out for it at any time..."

As he said, Lin Yi held the long sword and pointed towards Seymour casually.

Seymour was startled, and quickly swung his sword to parry, but even though he had used all his strength, Lin Yi's sword tip still hit him before his long sword arrived.

Obviously such a slow sword speed!

Seymour's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the long sword on his chest.

"Look, this is your flaw."

Lin Yi put away his long sword and looked at him calmly.

"This is the smoothest area when you swing your sword, so when you pass by here, you will subconsciously follow the most familiar and smoothest trajectory, and I just need to avoid the most familiar trajectory. It can easily stab the blade into your chest."

Seymour's eyes widened, and he quickly held the fire dragon sword and waved the blade at the position Lin Yi was pointing at.

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