Nightmare’s Call

A dim mist filled the surroundings of the manor.

Lin Sheng held the black sword and walked slowly along the right side of the carriageway.

From time to time, gravel and dried grass roots were stepped on, making a small crackling sound.

There was also the movement of leaves shaking with the wind on both sides.

Lin Sheng glanced at the two sides, and there was a dark dense forest on the left and right, with black branches shaking unceasingly, as if something might rush out of the darkness at any moment.

Directly ahead, a solitary street lamp post stood at a Y-shaped fork, and a rickety black oil lamp was hung on the post.

Under the oil lamp, two shriveled and pitch-black corpses were standing back to back, leaning against the street lamp with their heads tilted.

The two corpses were wearing black clothes, their faces could not be seen clearly, only the messy white hair covered their heads like weeds.

Lin Sheng paused, and slowly approached with his sword in hand.

There was an open space around the street lamp, and the wind was blowing.

The closer he got, the more inexplicably lonely Lin Sheng felt. Like a person standing in the middle of an empty football field with nothing around.

"It's at least four or five hundred meters away from the manor. You shouldn't encounter that monster that killed me again, right?"

Lin Sheng knew very well that his weight, the speed and strength of that monster were far from what he could match.

Now, although he has obtained part of Ravel's memory, his real strength is still very weak.

One is that his physical fitness has not changed, and his strength and speed are still the same.

The second is that what he got was only Ravel's memory fragments, and he only mastered a piercing technique, and this is only the most basic of the basic moves.

"In terms of real strength, in Ravel's environment, I may not even be considered a qualified reserve fighter." Lin Sheng smiled wryly.

But when he thought that he might get memory fragments by killing the monster, he was filled with anticipation.

Holding the sword, he approached slowly step by step vigilantly.

Go all the way to less than one meter away from the corpse.

Lin Sheng poked the corpse's arm with the tip of his sword.

Snapped.

A corpse fell sideways, its head gurgling and rolling off its neck. revealing a dagger hidden in his arms.

"Totally dead?" Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes, and picked up the dagger with the tip of his sword.

With a snap, the dagger rolled out and fell to the muddy ground beside it.

hiss.

Suddenly, a familiar hiss sound came from Lin Sheng's right side.

His eyes widened, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

In the darkness, a monster with a black sword growing from its right arm slowly limped towards him.

The monster's head was covered with a white turban, and blood stains seeped out. The exposed skin on the neck and arms was covered with festering pustules.

"Again." Lin Sheng clenched the black sword tightly and focused on it.

With Ravel's incomplete memory, he felt that he could try to fight this monster head-on.

"Sneak attack can't solve the problem. I have to face this kind of predicament sooner or later." Lin Sheng sighed, holding the sword in both hands, and slowly raised it up to his ear.

hiss.

The Rotten Swordsman is getting closer and closer.

Lin Sheng became more concentrated.

call.

Suddenly a gust of wind blows past.

Lin Sheng slashed down in an instant, and the black sword made a sharp piercing sound in the dark night, and slashed straight at the rotten swordsman's neck.

If this blow hits, it will definitely cause a one-hit kill. Although the rotten swordsman is powerful and good at swordsmanship, his body is rotten and extremely fragile. Once hit, it's basically useless.

The Rotten Swordsman didn't sit still. It raised the black sword in its hand, drew an arc, and hit Lin Sheng's blade.

clang.

Lin Shengjian was swung to the outside, and Ravel's battle memory came into play.

He took advantage of the situation and moved to the right to avoid the attack of the rotten swordsman.

"die."

Lin Sheng held the sword in both hands and followed the trend. Attempt to cut off the opponent's wrist.

clang.

There was another muffled sound, and this blow was once again blocked by the rotten swordsman's black sword gauntlet.

The two backed away.

In less than a second, Lin Sheng rushed forward again, the black sword in his hand was like a black snake, piercing straight and sharply into the rotten swordsman's chest.

clang.

This trick was blocked again.

Lin Sheng took another two steps back.

The two resumed their confrontation face to face.

This is the case with Naxi swordsmanship, an ancient swordsmanship. Timing, angle, speed, distance, etc. are all important. And once the two sides are almost the same in these aspects, the current situation will appear.

The sound of continuous clashes spread far away. There was another faint hiss approaching in the distance.

Lin Sheng entangled with the rotten swordsman again for a while, and the guy on the opposite side was completely different from Ravel.

The guy isn't very aggressive, but he's strong defensively. His several consecutive attacks were accurately blocked by the opponent.

Hoo. Hoo. Hoo.

Lin Sheng was panting heavily, his physical strength was almost reaching its limit.

Despite these weeks of continuous workouts, he's still essentially that high school kid who doesn't get much exercise.

To be able to fight the rotten swordsman for so long now is already an odd number.

Every time the black sword collided, he felt his arms go numb, and he had to use all his strength to hold the black sword firmly.

But the rotten swordsman only used one hand to strike the sword.

This means that the power gap between him and the opponent is also very large.

"Enough!" Lin Sheng felt sweat dripping down his forehead and temples, his body was like a fan about to burp, desperately breathing in fresh oxygen.

Up to now, this dream has not much difference in perception from the real reality.

He could even feel the cold wind blowing on his skin, causing goose bumps.

"It must be resolved as soon as possible! Otherwise, we will withdraw first!" Lin Sheng made up his mind, staring at the Rotten Swordsman carefully, and then glanced at the surrounding ground from the corner of his eyes.

Soon, a crude plan came to mind.

He rushed over again, and the black sword pierced straight into the opponent's chest.

The Rotten Swordsman quickly blocked and counterattacked. The two of them came and went, slowly shifting directions, and soon arrived at a darker area.

puff!

Suddenly Lin Sheng stepped back, turned around and ran away.

The Rotten Swordsman was taken aback for a moment, then he immediately realized and chased after him. But he didn't see a stone protruding from the ground under his feet.

With a snap, the Rotten Swordsman was stirred and lost his balance. Just as he was about to rectify and recover, he saw a black sword slashing at his head in front of him.

Lin Sheng didn't know when he turned his head, grasped the black sword tightly with both hands, and slashed fiercely from top to bottom.

puff!

In the darkness, the head of the rotten swordsman was like a watermelon, which was firmly embedded in it by the black sword, cutting a third of it into it before it stopped.

Lin Sheng tried his best to press down, but still failed to split the opponent in two.

"It's all a lie!" He panted profusely with sweat.

"The human skull seems to be much harder than other places. Those who split people into two pieces with a light knife are simply joking."

He exhausted all his strength and only managed to cut a third of it open. This is already a sword that he feels is very powerful.

The angle and power speed are impeccable. And the black sword itself is also extremely sharp.

But still only this result.