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Sirin walked slowly into the sand plain, raised her palm, and felt the wind direction in the nearby area.

Her sword technique is based on "wind". If there is a natural environment that can be used, she will definitely not let it go.

The opponent Girard this time, whose title is "Xuanyan Juggernaut", and the fighting spirit attribute is mostly "earth", Shayuan can be regarded as the opponent's dominant field.

But this place is vast and open, and the cold wind comes from the snow-capped mountains and ice fields further north, and the wind is still strong. For Sirin, it is also home.

After walking dozens of steps, Sirin suddenly stopped.

In the Asakusa group ahead, sat a burly man in a black cloth suit and hat.

A broad sword with a blade width of more than half a foot was slung across his knee. Its blade was more than five feet long.

The man was watching the sword and meditating, which is the practice method of the Extreme Sword Sect. After sensing someone approaching, he raised his head, took off his bamboo hat, and looked at Sirin.

Under the hat is a man with short blond hair. The man's face is over forty years old, with a short beard, a strong and resolute face, a thick neck, clear muscles, and calm blue eyes.

"Basal Rock Sword Saint Gilad?" Sirin asked with a frown.

She saw the color of dewdrops deposited on this man's hat, and some dust was also stained on the swordsman's trousers. He came very early, and he may have been here last night.

The uncle with short blond hair nodded and said, "It's me, you are the opponent in this duel?"

Girard's voice was dull and slow, obviously the type that doesn't talk to people often.

Sirin felt an extremely heavy grudge from Girard. He is already a legendary high-level strength, stronger than she was when she did not join the Abyss Expedition Team.

Come to observe the venue in advance, watch the sword and meditate to adjust your state... Gilad also attaches great importance to this duel, and is a respectable opponent.

Sirin took a breath, and said slowly: "I am Sirin, with the legendary title Spiritual Wind Dance."

A trace of astonishment flashed across Girard's face, and he asked back: "The spirit wind sword master who once killed the demon king?"

"It's me." Sirin responded positively.

She thought that Eugenes would inform Girard of his identity, but judging from the other party's reaction at this time, it seemed that he didn't know.

"Hahahaha!"

Girard looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice rose into the sky, startling the flock of birds, "No wonder Eugenes didn't inform the duelist of the identity in advance, this is really—a big surprise!"

Girard held the long sword and stood up from the ground. He was nearly two meters tall, tall and burly, with strong muscles, like a little giant. The large swordsman's uniform on him was also bulging, highlighting the The shape of the muscle.

"When I was young and learning swords, I also joined the Extreme Sword Sect. When it comes to seniority, you can be regarded as my ancestor, but this time it involves the sword of my ancestors. Forgive me for not retreating easily, surpassing me, and breaking the law. You can use the sword as you like, if you lose—I will talk about it next time you win!"

Amy was stunned. After she came to God's Blessing Continent, she had seen muscular and muscular men. There were a lot of them in Wrathmane Manor, but those people were inferior to Girard in front of her, both in terms of body and imposing manner. More than one chip.

Standing in the same place, this person gave her a feeling like an "iron tower", calm and heavy, and also had an indescribable sense of oppression.

Amy quietly swallowed her saliva, and then looked at Sirin. Although she could be described as tall, compared with Girard, her outline was a circle smaller.

Is this duel really all right?

"The duel between swordsmen should go all out." Sirin responded calmly, "The referee has not arrived yet, and the time to start the duel has not yet arrived. You should continue to adjust your state, and hope that the next battle will be able to I am satisfied."

Gilad nodded dully, his face trembling, and he couldn't help asking: "Your Excellency Sirin, with all due respect, your strength does not seem to be as strong as I thought, what happened?"

To be honest, this question has no emotional intelligence, but looking at Girard's appearance, he doesn't look like a person with emotional intelligence.

Sirin lowered her eyes, thinking about how to answer.

Amy couldn't help but start to rant: "Is there no price to be paid for sealing the Demon King? Is this your attitude towards a senior who has made outstanding achievements?"

Girard was not good at words, and he didn't know how to respond when he was stunned by Amy. His face trembled, and he held back for several seconds before uttering a sentence: "Who are you?"

Amy crossed her arms and said proudly, "You don't need to know!"

Girard clenched the hilt of his sword and bowed to Sirin, "I'm sorry, Master Lingfeng Sword Saint, please forgive my rude offense. I just asked this question because I was too curious. I didn't intend to expose your scars, but ,you……"

"Uncle, be careful!" Selina spoke in time, dissuading Girard from what he was going to say next.

This martial idiot's interpersonal skills are basically zero, he doesn't know how to read people's faces, and his ability to organize speech is a mess. Xilin obviously doesn't want to talk about the topic in detail, and he still has to pursue it. here we go.

"You are?" Girard looked at Selina with doubts on his face.

Selina's face froze, and the character "well" almost popped out of her forehead, she gritted her teeth and said, "Uncle, my name is Selina, and I am the seventh son of the emperor."

"Oh, it's Xiaoqi." Girard nodded knowingly, "Eukins told me about you. Although your talent is not good enough, you work hard and you can become a talent in the future."

Selina was instantly tired, and she didn't even have the urge to swear.

"Let's not talk about that, let's adjust our status and don't disappoint the duel in the afternoon."

Sirin opened her mouth to end the chaos. With a wave of her sleeves, she swept away the weeds and cleared a clean space. She also sat down cross-legged, laying the silver-white holy cut across her knees, and meditated while watching the sword.

"Yes." Girard also sat back down again.

Both sides fell into silence at the same time, only the sound of wind blowing on the field.

The insects, ants and birds were startled away by the momentum of the two, the weeds crawled low, and the clouds flowed with the wind.

Amy curled her lips. She found the benches she made in the storage space and distributed them to Leah and Selina. They sat down and rested not far from the duel, waiting for the critical moment to come.

She originally wanted to arrive early to get acquainted with the venue, but she didn't expect Girard to come earlier and looked very difficult to deal with.

Do you want to use extra tricks to help Xilin win this duel easily?

Forget it, this is a bit disrespectful to Sirin. As a swordsman, Sirin seems to enjoy fighting against masters.

Waiting is a very boring thing. The two chatted and were afraid of disturbing the meditation. Amy simply moved out of her easel, spread out the drawing paper, and started to draw with a pen.

She didn't use a realistic style of painting, but a Q-version portrait with three heads and a body. In the picture, two small people sit and meditate. Even a thick man like Girard can see a bit of cuteness.

Leah stared at the drawing board, her lips moved slightly, and the magic sound transmitted: "Are you going to use a drawing to record this duel?"

Amy smiled, and also responded with magical sound transmission: "Draw a few casually, it's not that particular."

While talking back, her hands kept moving, and after drawing the two meditating, Amy also drew the three spectators by the way.

"Is the villain in this painting us? It looks so cute!" Selina joined the group chat in a low voice.

"Hmm~"

Amy snorted, people in this world have never seen this kind of cute style of painting, and it is normal to find it novel.

Eh?and many more?

Leah didn't seem to find it strange?

……

At [-] o'clock in the afternoon, Emperor Eugenes quietly arrived at Shayuan under the escort of two guards.

This duel is a secret matter, so everything is kept low-key, and no big moves are arranged.

The referee and witnesses arrived at the scene, and the two swordsmen finished their meditation one after another, standing still at a distance of fifteen steps.

Eugenes stood in the distance, ordered the flag to drop, and then retreated quickly.

"excuse me!"

The duel officially started. Girard growled in a low voice and stood in a horse-like position. A thick khaki fighting spirit gushed out of his body. He held the sword in both hands. Rock armor.

Girard's figure was already tall, but against the background of the rock-breaking armor, he looked even taller and stronger, full of oppression.

Sirin raised her brows slightly, Girard's tactics were quite special, it was actually the kind that put a shield on herself before going into battle.

Shield and buff spells, although he is holding a broadsword, he is more like a heavy armor mage.

In the duel of masters, a lot of information can be captured at a glance.

Sirin drew out her long sword, stood sideways, and lifted the tip of the sword slightly.

Her confidence in winning has increased a bit. Ordinary swordsmen may not have much experience in fighting mages, but she is different. Compared with swordsmen of the same level, she has dealt with more spellcasters!

According to Amy's writing in the novel, she may even be endowed with the strange attribute of "special attack on spellcasters".

It only took three seconds for Gilad to build a whole body of rock armor, and even the broadsword was covered with a layer of broken rock.

During this process, Sirin did not draw out the sword, allowing Girard to complete the spell to a large extent.

But at the last moment when the spell was formed, she stopped and rushed out like a flash, and the long sword made a scream and pierced Girard's chest.

The shield allows you to stick, but the initiative is mine!

Gilad blocked with his horizontal sword, and the long swords intersected, making continuous piercing buzzing sounds, layers of the broken rock shield peeled off, and Gilad's face also changed color.

Amy watched the battle from a distance with her drawing board on her back. She noticed that Sirin's sword was trembling constantly, and blurred shadows appeared on the outline of the blade and the tip of the sword.

The frequency of this tremor disturbed Girard's fighting spirit, so he had to step up his strength and push the broadsword forcefully, temporarily forcing Sirin back.

The first round of fighting made Girard understand that he couldn't resist the opponent's attack with the rock-breaking armor, and he couldn't defend against the special trembling sword move at all.

That being the case, then attack against attack!

With a low growl, Gilad leaned forward and slashed furiously with his broad sword.

Sirin didn't dodge or dodge, raised her sword, and confronted Girard head-on.

As soon as the weapons on both sides touched the point, Sirin took a few steps back lightly, while Girard stood stubbornly, with a flush on his face, and then slashed forward.

He didn't expect that Xi Lin, who was smaller than him and had no fighting spirit for the time being, would have the strength not to lose to him in the head-to-head sword fight.

Sirin fought with him again, and was forced back a few steps again.

Gilad suppressed the backlash of strength, and slashed fiercely and quickly with each sword. The strength became stronger and faster, and the speed became faster. Each attack was heavier than the last one.

This is one of Girard's mysteries, the black rock epee, the remaining power of each move will be superimposed on the next move, the sword is getting more and more fierce, and it is becoming more and more difficult to control.

If the enemy insists on fighting with him with the sword, after a dozen times, the strength of the sword will be as terrifying as the top of a hill.

On Amy's drawing board, the three-headed Girard is swinging his sword left and right, almost turning into a windmill. The broad sword is also crystallized because it is wrapped in broken rocks, making it look like a large chocolate bar.

Sirin was temporarily suppressed by Girard's sword move, but her expression was very calm, and she had long thought of understanding the Fa.

Amy also thought of that solution.

Sure enough, after several attacks, when the large chocolate bar was held up and fell down, a smile appeared on the corner of Sirin's lips.

She bowed her body, put the long sword back into its sheath and then unsheathed it, cutting forward a swirling wall of wind.

The secret of sword skills——Back to the Wind Barrier · Against the Wind!

Sirin perfectly deflected the heaviest sword that Girard could control, and the next moment she resisted the broad sword, the sword energy of Nifeng Fulan surged out, instantly tearing apart the rock-shattering armor that was close at hand!

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Old Fate: Chapter 33 The Battle Is Over

The two of them off the court are legendary swordsmen, and their strength should not be underestimated. A perfect defensive counterattack is enough to change the situation of the battle.

The surging storm cut through the broken rock armor, stripping most of the black crystal block, and in Girard's slightly astonished eyes, the silver-white sword light of the holy cut formed a curtain of rain.

Fast, the ultimate fast sword, there are hundreds of attacks in just a few breaths, and it has all the moves of chopping, stabbing, teasing, and chopping, covering almost every vital point of Girard's body.

Sirin gave up the initiative out of consideration for the younger generation, but now that it was her turn, once she seized the opportunity, she immediately showed amazing suppressing power.

Amy's eyesight is excellent, and with the blessing of magic vision, she can barely capture part of the sword light, and most of the attacks can only see afterimages.

The pen on the drawing board stopped, and Amy couldn't think of how to express this kind of battle with q prints for the time being.

A word flashed in her mind, using "storm" to describe Sirin's sudden counterattack, it might be able to show a little bit of charm.

Gilad had never faced such a fast sword. His defense was stretched left and right, and flaws appeared soon. There were several tear marks on the swordsman's uniform, and scratches appeared on his cheeks and arms.

"What a fast sword!"

Liya sighed in a low voice, and rang in Amy's ear.

"In terms of swordsmanship, I am not as good as her."

After a pause for a few seconds, Liya added another sentence of emotion.

For some reason, Amy had an illusion of "I am honored" in her heart. Xilin is powerful, and she also has a bright face.

Selina tried to distinguish the offense and defense of the two at the beginning, but after the sword rain bloomed, she gave up watching the battle, her eyes dull.

"Xiao Qi, don't give up, you can learn a little bit." Eugenes said softly beside her.

Selina turned her neck stiffly, looked at her father's face, and asked blankly: "Father, can you see clearly the fight between them?"

Eugenes shook his head.