In the crisp sound of "Qiang", Little Weir's arm trembled slightly, and the long sword in his hand almost came out. What the hell is going on? Seeing the devil-masked boy stabbing him with the second sword, Little Weir's figure quickly moved sideways,

The sword in his hand swept out again, this time it was no longer directed at him, but straight towards his body.

The boy with the devil mask retracted and released the long sword in his hand, and made another dangerous stab. Before the long sword of Little Well stabbed his body, it clicked on the tip of his sword. "Ding, ding, ding" sounded like rain hitting banana trees. The boy with the devil mask held his sword in his hand.

There was a fierce attack with the long sword. It was so simple that it could no longer be simple. The sword stabbed towards Little Will's throat, face, chest, and shoulders. Each time, the speed was astonishingly fast.

Awkwardly, Little Well found that he could only defend passively. In terms of speed, the opponent whose overall attributes were lower than his own had an advantage. How could this be possible? What shocked Little Well even more was the accuracy of his opponent's sword. Every time

If it hits you in a very uncomfortable place, you will have to put in more effort than usual to avoid or block, and it will also deform your movements. For every three swords you block, you have to dodge one sword, otherwise you will

It will be unable to keep up with the opponent's attack speed, and the opponent's attack rhythm is also very weird, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the strength is constantly changing.

In swordsmanship, which movement is the fastest, the devil boy, who is not as powerful as himself, actually completely controls the rhythm of the battle with his superb stabbing sword. Not only is he gradually falling behind, it seems that his arms are also beginning to appear.

There's something strange. It's only been a while now, but I'm actually feeling sore and numb.

We couldn't continue like this. Little Weir moved quickly, trying to keep the distance. The devil-masked boy was chasing after him. The slender sword in his hand stabbed out deadly attacks from different angles like a poisonous snake. In Little Weir's heart

As soon as he moved, he held the long sword in his hand across his chest. Instead of blocking, he relied on his own agility and strength to block, and relied on the strength of the devil-masked boy to retreat quickly.

Suddenly, Xiao Weil found that his eyes were blurred. The oncoming stabbing sword turned into three swords, and a scream sounded. Unfortunately, this was advanced swordsmanship, an advanced swordsmanship with a confusing effect. Xiao Weier's stature was short, and in his hands

The long sword changed from blocking to sweeping, and at the same time it was guarded in front of him, a style of fighting for life through injury.

"Ding" The devil-masked boy's long sword stabbed diagonally at the tip of Little Weir's sword, but this time he had already bullied himself in front of Little Weir, turned around and went behind Little Weir, and the long sword passed by smoothly.

his throat.

At the end of the battle, a stream of cold air spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The long sword of the devil-masked boy was still placed on Little Weir's neck. There was a soft "clang" sound. Little Weir's right hand trembled slightly, and the long sword fell to the ground. He was defeated.

He almost died. If it weren't for the protective golden light, he would have died. The devil-masked boy had no intention of holding back. His last sword was aimed at slicing his own neck, just because of the protective golden light.

Didn't succeed.

"You lost." The tone of the devil-masked boy was very calm, as if he was just stating a fact, but his heart was very bitter. This feeling of frustration that his fate could not be controlled in his hands, he had not experienced for a long time whether he had done anything or not.

Wrong, I am a devil. Generally speaking, don’t you play with others? Why is it so miserable for me, a devil, to be played as a toy by others?

Xiao Weier looked at his trembling right hand and tried to hold it twice. The sore and numb feeling was still there. Just now, his arm was instantly paralyzed as if he had been electrocuted. Then the long sword in his hand was released, and he was killed by the opponent with one blow.

Lost miserably.

"You won the first game. We will start the second game in an hour." Little Will picked up the long sword with his left hand and his eyes fell on the devil mask boy. The battle didn't last long, but this enemy was sweating.

Even though I was defeated, I almost didn’t sweat. In the end, I only broke out in cold sweat. I was so scared.

The opponent defeated him and even dominated the whole battle, but he consumed a lot of physical energy. With a thought, Little Weir's whole body turned into a golden light and disappeared on the ring. The boy in the devil mask moved his sore and numb arms, and his body

He was also shrouded in golden light and instantly transferred to the marching tent.

Inside the bell tower, Little Will began to call the agent elf to "recall the entire battle process and slow down each action."

"Ding, the battle process will be traced back to the beginning. One hundred contribution points will be deducted. The apostle's contribution points are insufficient, and accounting is allowed." The agent elf will not miss any opportunity to blackmail Little Will.

Anyway, now that he is heavily in debt, this little contribution doesn't matter. The whole battle process is reviewed bit by bit, and the devil mask boy's superb swordsmanship and artistic fighting skills are slowly displayed in front of Xiao Weir like a beautiful picture.

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"A simple stabbing sword, coupled with precise predictions and difficult-to-execute changes in speed, it's so scary." Xiao Weier understood it, but it was precisely because he understood it that he felt terrifying, "It's caused by continuous vibrations.

Are the muscles paralyzed? I haven’t even used 30% of my strength. Is this guy a devil? Is it really possible for me to do such an action? Is this really what my body can do?"

For a whole hour, Little Will studied the opponent's attack methods and cracking methods. For this reason, he spent 200 contribution points to please the agent elf, and borrowed some corresponding skills from her to deal with this kind of snake-like rapid and ruthless attack.

The skills to deal with continuous attacks. In fact, to put it bluntly, I have accumulated too little knowledge. The best way to deal with this method, or the stupidest way, is actually the sword and shield knight strategy, which only requires a small shield for defensive counterattacks.

Good. I have insufficient experience and skills, and playing steadily and steadily is not enough to deal with real technical masters. I need to strengthen my defense to bring down my opponent, and at the same time, I need to increase my offense.

It's just that his defense is not enough now. Will his offense leak more flaws? Only at this time did Xiao Weier know what it means to be inferior in skills and constrained. He is obviously the one with the overall advantage in physical attributes, but in this kind of technology,

When the gap in experience and realm is too great, it seems that those little physical attributes can no longer make up for the gap.

What to do and how to win? It is certain that you should use your strengths and avoid weaknesses, but are your shortcomings a bit too much? Haha, compared with this old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, my strength should be youth. Youth is capital.
Chapter completed!