When he got home, Lin Sheng didn't talk nonsense with his parents. After finishing his homework quickly after eating, he took a wooden stick and began to practice basic posture in the bedroom.
The only weapon he could find in the dream was a long sword, and it was a cross sword, and the translated books were also sword moves related to swordsmanship.
He was eager to prove whether that sword move was useful or not.
After practicing the posture and the basic stab technique of the first move. Lin Sheng went to bed to rest, and had no dreams all night.
After class the next day, he also hurried over in the afternoon, just as there were a few students remaining in the big classroom practicing duels.
Lin Sheng excitedly put on the protective clothing and helmet, all made of simple bamboo weaving, and started sparring with the students with wooden sticks.
Anyway, everyone is a rookie, holding a wooden stick is just a mess.
Just like that, for several days in a row, Lin Sheng did not enter the dreamland again, but went to the club every day to practice what he had learned.
Apart from him, no one else in the whole club is so active.
Chen Huan saw him many times in a row, and he didn't go back until the evening after practice, and he was slightly moved. When he was free, he also gave him a small talk, and occasionally mentioned a few words.
After living like this for a week.
Lin Sheng finally ushered in the opportunity to enter the nightmare again.
hiss
Opening his eyes, Lin Sheng heard the sound of the tip of a sword being dragged to the ground nearby.
His vision gradually became clear, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
In the hall of the manor, the lame rotting swordsman is still there
He was limping and dragging his sword, standing in a daze in front of the oil painting wall on the left, the long black sword in his hand moved from time to time, making a slight hissing sound.
Lin Sheng came back to his senses, and immediately saw the silver long sword that fell in the corner of the wall. It was the one he took out from the bedroom.
He glanced at the rotten swordsman, who was facing away from him, and didn't notice.
Lin Sheng moved his steps cautiously, walked around the big dining table, and walked towards the long sword at the door.
After learning basic swordsmanship for a week, he probably knew what kind of move he died in last time.
It is the simplest straight stab.
The straight thrust is the simplest, but also the easiest to learn but hard to master trick.
The straight thrust of Naxi swordsmanship requires the body to stand on its side, arms stretched forward, and the length of the sword thrust should be extended as much as possible, so as to stab the opponent while avoiding the opponent's attack.
Step by step, Lin Sheng moved his body slowly, and soon reached the long sword at the door.
He carefully stared at the rotten swordsman, bent down, and gently held the hilt of the long sword with his right hand.
A week of basic posture and sword stabbing practice made him eager to try to kill this monster.
"Just a crippled monster that moves so slowly. As long as I'm careful. Should be fine"
Lin Sheng calculated the distance in his mind.
This kind of monster seems to judge the external situation completely by hearing. As long as it doesn't make a sound, it should be able to sneak attack from behind.
He made up his mind, held the sword, and slowly approached the rotten swordsman.
As the distance got closer, he held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it up, placed it by his right ear, and assumed a roof-like posture.
This week, he has been practicing two movements, one is the chop with this posture, and the other is the straight thrust.
Practicing every day, day and night, I fantasize about using the rotten swordsman as my simulated opponent.
Now finally, the opportunity has come
Under the gloomy night, in the hall, Lin Sheng raised his long sword, and clenched his teeth about three steps behind the rotten swordsman.
"kill"
Suddenly he slammed down hard.
clang
In an instant, the rotten swordsman turned around and drew a black arc with his right arm, and lifted it up precisely, blocking Lin Sheng's downward strike.
The two metal swords collided fiercely. Lin Sheng only felt a slight pain in his wrist. There was a huge shock coming from the hilt of the sword, and he could hardly hold it.
He gritted his teeth, pressed down on the blade desperately, and at the same time kicked the opponent's knee fiercely.
Boom.
Rotten swordsman legs action