Chased two hundred meters by the rotten swordsman in one go, Lin Sheng was surprised at how good his physical strength was, and was also shocked by the opponent's ferocity.
At the same time, the emphasis on the fighting instinct of mercenaries is also higher.
"It's also my luck that I can get this special instinct that can only be trained between life and death. This trip can be regarded as really helping me discover the effect of this ability."
Lin Sheng stood on the spot and rested for a while, feeling that in his dream, his physical strength recovered faster than in reality.
He was quite tired before, but within ten minutes, he recovered.
Chucking the black sword into the ground, he squatted down and dug a handful of black soil with his hands.
The black soil is cold and hard, mixed with many black threads like grass roots, and fine black stones scattered and fallen.
Lin Sheng pinched it lightly, the soil was loose, and then put it on his nose to smell it.
A stench of rotten flesh rushed towards him.
Throwing away the black soil casually, he stood up, clapped his hands, and drew out his sword.
"According to the memories of the soldiers who defended the city before, see if we can determine who this guy is."
A few names from memory flashed through his mind. His face fell silent.
"Give it a try. Since you stop here and don't chase, the most likely possibility is one of these people."
Holding the black sword, Lin Sheng slowly moved forward and took a step.
Just past the post with the Black Hawk pennant.
Puff puff
There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the mist ahead.
Lin Sheng's pupils shrank, and the tip of the black sword moved forward, pointing obliquely at the ground. The whole body is tense and ready to exert strength at any time.
This posture is called the central iron gate. It seems to be an offensive posture, but it is actually the most commonly used main defensive posture in the basic posture.
Soon, less than three breaths.
A black figure came rushing out of the mist, the black sword in his hand pointing obliquely to the right, walking like a mad bull.
There was no time to think about how to deal with it. Lin Sheng only took a breath from seeing the opponent appear to slashing with the sword.
He quickly raised the sword upwards and swung it with all his strength.
clang.
The two swords collided in an instant.
Under the moonlight, the rotten swordsman's black sword was countered by Lin Sheng's move ahead of time, and swung upward.
But he didn't mess up at all, he spun along the trend, his body turned 360 degrees, and the black sword struck again.
Lin Sheng felt sore and weak all over, so he quickly took a step back.
With a click, the rotten swordsman's black sword suddenly swept one centimeter in front of him. From top to bottom, it fell hard into the black soil on the ground.
Following the inertia, the sharp black blade sank nearly one-third of the ground in an instant.
"It's now." Lin Sheng's eyes lit up, and he jumped forward, mustering all his strength, and stabbing forward with the black sword.
The Rotten Swordsman still wanted to draw out his weapon, but unfortunately the blade sank too deep, so he couldn't pull it out so quickly.
This time he missed the opportunity, he didn't have time to react, he poofed, and was stabbed by Lin Sheng on the spot.
puff
The slender black sword blade pierced straight into his chest and heart, and hit the sword guard with spurted black blood.
Most of the sword body pierced through the back of the rotten swordsman, and black blood dripped from the blade.
"Big profit" Lin Sheng used the soft black soil to calculate successfully. At this moment, his heart relaxed and he burst into joy. That is to say, a monster like the opponent has no brains, and a normal person would not be tricked.
Unfortunately, before he could be happy for a long time, a sharp pain spread from his abdomen in an instant.
Lin Sheng staggered and let go of the hilt of his sword, took two steps back, and looked down at his lower abdomen.
I don't know when there will be an extra dagger there. A curved dagger with a black snake-like hilt.
The dagger pierced deeply into his abdomen, accompanied by pain and a slight numbness.
Lin Sheng, who had the memories of many soldiers, immediately recognized that this was the feeling that some kind of poison was spreading.
"Fucking careless"
He endured the pain, imitating the method of TV dramas, and stretched out his hand to hold the dagger