Summoner of Nightmares

17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Back home, Lin Sheng didn't talk to his parents, and after having eaten quickly, he started practicing the basic shelf in the bedroom with a stick.

The only weapon he could find in his dream was long sword, and it was a sword with a translationd book.

He was anxious to prove that the sword was useless.

I'm practicing the stretches and the first basic tattoo. Lin Sheng washed her bed and slept all night.

After the next day, he ran through the afternoon and left a few trainees in the classroom.

Lin Sheng's switched up with protective clothes and helmets, all of which are simple bamboo formations, with sticks and trainees starting to practice.

Anyway, everyone's a vegetable bird, and holding a stick is a stop wave.

So, even a few days later, Lin Sheng didn't enter Dreamland, but went to Club every day to practice what he learned.

The whole Club, besides him, is really not so positive.

Chen Huan continued to see him many times, practicing to go back at night, and a little bit of a move, even when it's all right, to open him a little stove, and sometimes a few words.

A week after this life.

Lin Sheng finally came back to the nightmare again.

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Huh?Huh?

Before opening your eyes, Lin Sheng heard the sound of the sword dragging around the ground.

The vision was slow and clear, and his first time moved towards the sound came in the direction.

In the garden hall, the lame decayed Swordsman is still there!

He was crushing a sword, standing in front of the painting wall on the left, popping black long sword in his hand from time to time, issuing a slight SI voice.

Lin Sheng came back to God, and the first time he saw silver long sword down the corner of the wall, that's the one he took out of the bedroom.

He looked at decayed Swordsman, and the other side was on his back, and there was no discovery.

Lin Sheng, be careful about the moving foot of the wing, go around the big table, move towards the door long sword.

Learn a week of basic sword, and he probably knows what he died on the last time.

It's the simplest straight thrust.

straight thrust is the simplest, but it's the hardest thing to learn.

Naxi Sword Technique's straight thrust, which needs a physical side, an arm stretch, as long as possible, sword stab in order to achieve the target of the assassin, while avoiding the attack.

One step, Lin Sheng slowly moved his body, and soon reached the door long sword.

He was watching decayed Swordsman, bending, right hand grabbed the long sword sword.

A week of basic stretches and sword tattoo practice, and let his heart jump to try and try to get rid of this monster.

“Just a cripple, and make such a slow monster. Just be careful. It should be all right. ”

Lin Sheng's heart cut the distance.

This monster seems to be entirely hearing to judge the external situation and should be able to sneak from behind as long as it does not make sound.

He decided to put on a sword to slow moving towards decayed Swordsman near the past.

As the distance is getting closer, he shakes the sword, slows up, puts it on the right ear, and puts out Roof Form's shelf.

He's been practicing two operations this week, one in line with descending chop and the other in direct thrust.

Daily practice, night and night are fantasizing decayed Swordsman as simulation opponent.

Now, finally, the chance is coming!

Under the dark night, Lin Sheng raised long sword in the lobby, biting the teeth at about three steps behind decayed Swordsman.

“Kill!"

Suddenly he crushed to the next.

Huh!

In one brake, decayed Swordsman returned to his right arm and set an Ukrainian arch line with precision and blocked Lin Sheng's descending chop.

Two metal swords hit hard, and Lin Sheng just felt a wrist, a slight headache, and the sword came out of a giant shock, almost stubborn.

He bites his teeth, kills his sword, and goes to each other's knees.

Oh, yeah.

the decayed Swordsman's legs were slow, and there was no way to hide, in the middle of his knee, when a skull of Kächā was spreading and seemed to have been slipped.

Without legs and legs, it's focused on a distortion, black long sword in his hand.

Lin Sheng's oppressed sword was not slipped by autonomy and fell from the edge of Black Sword.

Chi!

He didn't notice himself, and he felt long sword in his hand chopped in a soft ground.

black blood, like herpes, spreads the floor out of darkness.

Yo…

decayed Swordsman fell to the left, spreading a lot of black blood on his left neck and falling into the ground.

Lin Sheng stayed with a sword and watched the monster down in front of him.

The brake was a little freshy smoky black line, swept out of decayed Swordsman, and the snakes generally flew to his chest.

Oh, yeah.

The black line crashed into Lin Sheng's chest and disappeared.

There were countless piecemeal images of brakes flowing into his head.

Tung.

Lin Sheng kneeled down on the ground, with his hands lookin 'off the sword, holding his head.

He wants to cry, but he smokes the whole body and the headache, so he can't even scream.

A silly black fog continues to float out of him.

Long time, I didn't know it was 10 minutes or half an hour.

On your knees, Lin Sheng, slowly struggling, loose his face.

He was on the edge of black cave, and his eyes were filled with black blood.

A lot of black blood is like a spider's black wire, which is distributed around the eye.

“Raville Green…"

Lin Sheng stood up and looked down in front of decayed Swordsman, with complex eyes.

“Raville, did you ever say that you wanted to love me to be old and old, all of this?"A voice suddenly rings from behind Lin Sheng.

And he turned around in a cold, and turned around.

There's nothing behind me.

“Fantasy?”

Lin Sheng bites his teeth and picks up long sword quickly from the ground.

Unfortunately, there was a small shortfall on silver long sword sword's edge, and the gap was filled with a slight slight slice of crack tattoos.

“It's not working…It's supposed to be too long, the sword itself is just ordinary, capable of backing up one, and it's good. "

Lin Sheng put the long sword down, and the vision moved to decayed Swordsman's right arm with black long sword.

He took a deep breath, and when that black line hit his chest, he saw some portraits.

Those are all about Raville, the owner of this garden.

Those memories, those vague voices, were constantly ringing in his head until just slowed down.

At that moment, he seemed to have experienced little of the life and experience of the owner of the garden, Raville.

It's good that there are few memories coming in, or he thinks he might be hit into mental illness.

Bend down, Lin Sheng checked down decayed Swordsman's body and determined that he no longer had a bomb.

That's what he said about long sword, against each other's right arm, and he hit the next chop.

pu!

The missing sword's edge was also to cut decayed Swordsman's right arm off.

Lin Sheng didn't even feel much of a hindrance. Obviously, the level of physical decayed by each other significantly weakens the rigidity of its bones, otherwise it will not be that easy.

(This chapter is over)