Ark of the Immortal

The beating knife collided with the fixed knife again, sparks flew, and the blade struck down towards the hilt of the sword.

There was no fixed blade with a grid. Once the blade slid down the steel to the handle, Melanza had to face the end of having all her fingers broken.

At this moment, it was the body's autonomous reaction that took over again.

Without enough time to think, Melanza turned around, took the knife, and raised it to the expert's wrist.

The blade of the knife followed the rotation of the body and was brought to the side of the body by the straight knife.

After neutralizing the attack, he quietly approached the expert, forcing him to turn around and retract the knife.

Just as Melantha expected, the expert took a step back, turned the sword around, blocked Melantha's feet, and withstood the kick.

The two of them each took a step back, and Melanza finally gained some breathing time from the heroic spirit in front of her.

She exhaled the stagnant air in her chest and took a deep breath. Facing the attack of the expert in front of her, Melanza raised the straight knife in her hand and blocked all the attacks.

Ding ding ding!

The crisp collision sound continued to echo, and the sight of the knife tip making all the viewers intoxicated.

Even if Melanza only resisted the attack from the experts unilaterally, it was enough to make people sigh.

It is foreseeable that this will be an exciting matchup.

After watching for several minutes, Ye Dao and Du Bin finally saw some clues.

Strange...Why does Xiaomei look so at ease?

Ya Dao was a little confused, so she put herself into it. If it were her, she would probably suffer the first serious injury with this expert's fifth blow.

But Melanza's strength should not be able to sustain her for so long.

Mr. Immortal gave Xiaomei temporary training? It shouldn't have such a big impact...

Dubin looked at Melanza's appearance, and she noticed some clues.

Melanza seemed to be accustomed to this kind of pressure. Every time, her arm would lift the knife first, and then her eyes would slowly follow.

It's like traveling from the future to the present. Every time she raises her sword, she can accurately block it at the most suitable location for defense.

From the moment Melanza stepped onto the stage to now, the immortal has not made any move.

He just watched calmly as Melanza pulled out her fixed blade and started fighting.

Because he knew that his disciples could survive in the hands of experts.

he knows.

In fact, Melanza thought she could not resist the attack of experts at first.

The speed of that sudden step almost made Melanza's brain almost unable to react.

But soon, Melanza's fighting consciousness gradually entered the state, and she fell into hesitation.

It was like she was back at the campfire, Victoria's campfire.

Melantha was still a child. She stretched out her hand and handed five gold coins to the ghost of Victoria in front of her, praying that he would teach her skills.

The immortal at that time was training with a rusty sword and the makeshift weapon in her hand.

Each knife aimed at Melanza's vitals. His blade was going to penetrate the chest of the girl in front of him and nail her to the wall.

But the end result is usually that the blade stops in front of the girl's vital parts, and the rusty blade does not cause even a little damage to her skin.

Instead, he used an indifferent tone to explain to the girl bit by bit how she should deal with it.

This knife cuts horizontally from the side. It's aimed at the neck, waist, and wrist.

It was as if her teacher's first voice sounded in Melanza's ears.

That hoarse, emotionless, cold voice.

But she can draw unlimited power from it.

And right in front of her eyes, a knife struck quietly from her left side.

Melanza only felt that the left side of her neck, her wide waist and abdomen, and her left wrist seemed to be pressed by some rusty steel, and there was a subconscious warning.

And in her mind, the dry voice accompanied by the crackling of the campfire appeared again.

So, the best defense is...

The auditory hallucinations she suddenly heard gradually dissipated as Melantha turned to her ears, and the words in her memory and the sounds coming from her lips finally overlapped.

Attack, move toward the sword grid, and slash down!

Ding!

The sound of steel colliding sounded from in front of the two people.

The expert frowned slightly and looked at the sword grid in his hand.

The edge of the straight knife was held by him at the junction of the handle and the blade with only a slight gap.

If it weren't for his quick enough reaction, the girl's knife in front of him would have cut off his wrist earlier before he cut her neck sideways.

Completely ignoring the threat posed by his own blade. Instead, under such huge pressure, resolutely move forward and cut down?

This fighting method of using offense as defense is exactly the same as his own fighting method!

As for the girl in front of her, her eyes had completely lost their highlights.

His eyes were so dull that he couldn't see clearly the focus of his sight. But the expert could feel a gaze wandering over his body from the hilt of his knife, trying to catch all the flaws in his body.

And in little Melanza's mouth, murmuring appeared again.

Without success, if you make further progress, turn your hands over and stab upward.

Just as she silently recited, the straight knife she held in her little hand was originally held in a downward slashing position, but at this moment she simply gave up her previously focused wrist.

Instead, he turned his arm, slightly retracted it to the side of his face, and then took a step forward with his right foot.

Both arms stretched forward again and stabbed straight.

Appeared!

Ye Dao patted Du Bin's shoulder beside him and said slightly excitedly.

It was too late for Dubin to ask Yadou to be gentler, and she was also watching Melanza's attack methods intently.

This sword is completely different from the stabbing in Dongguo swordsmanship. Instead, it is more like using a stabbing sword.

Melantha was the first person to come into contact with combat skills before she met the undead. It is actually a performance-based form of Victorian fencing.

In her early years, little Melanza was physically weak, but it was only because she learned slightly gentle fencing that her body remained relatively healthy.

And this is a set of tactics that the Immortal has tailor-made for Melanza based on her physical fitness and usage habits.

A stabbing attack that blends Eastern swordsmanship with Victorian fencing.

At this moment, the straight knife in Melanza's hand was like a stabbing sword. All her sharpness was concentrated on this point, and she suddenly stabbed towards the expert's heart.

The marks of this stabbing are completely different from the expert's sword skills.

There was a hint of seriousness in the expert's eyes. He turned around and put away the knife, placing the knife horizontally in front of himself.

Ding!

The tip of the straight knife collides with the blade of the punch knife.

The crisp sound of the steel shaking exploded in their ears.

Expert, take a step back.

It was this step back that lifted everyone's spirits.

Finally, the situation on the field began to change.

Melanza's response successfully turned the expert from offense to defense.

Next, it depends on whether Melanza can firmly grasp this opportunity in her own hands.

Without hesitation, Melanza once again raised her sword and slashed upward.

The crisp sound of iron striking appeared in everyone's ears again and again.

This time, the offense and defense change positions.

The Philin girl from Rhode Island finally showed the impression she has always made in this game - her unparalleled offensive power.

Her slashes became faster and faster, lifting up the ashes and petals of unknown flowers around her, flying around them.

And the expert did not show even a trace of decline, just like Melanza just now, every time she resisted, she appeared exactly where she should appear.

Crazy slashes and stabs were resolved one by one with grace and calmness.

The battle between the two men was like a personal sword dance between two celebrities, both of them knew where the next sword would appear.

The blade slashed across the side of Melanza's face and the expert's temple, cutting off a few sections of hair and spinning them in the air. They were soon cut open again by the cold blade and continued to spin around the two of them.

This is a completely different battle from Morton and Parisure.

A duel of pure strength, the collision of flesh and flesh, makes people's blood rush, and they want to smash the wall around them with their own hands.

This time, it was a competition of skills and agility. Both men's sword skills made people feel infinite chills, and they were defeated by elegant and murderous cuts.

The rhythm became faster and faster, the swords and swords flickering between the two men as they wielded their weapons. It's like a light curtain, which dazzles people's eyes.

It's so beautiful...

Dubin sighed.

Xiaomei finally seized the opportunity.

Du Bin also watched Melanza grow up to what she is today.

In her eyes, as long as Melanza didn't make any fatal mistakes, she would have a great chance of winning the game.

After all, the heroic spirit has retreated. As long as Melanza can maintain such pressure, at least she will not lose.

But next to Dupin, Onstein shook his head.

He spoke.

Xiaomei, be careful.

Dupin and Night Knife did not understand what Onstein said.

That heroic spirit has obviously been controlled by Melanza, how could he still...

As soon as Onstein finished saying these words, the situation on the field changed slightly.

The expert took another step back, as if he couldn't bear the rhythm of Melanza's attack. While waving the blade in his hand to resist Melanza's attack, he put his left hand against his left waist.

But Melanza was still making progress and pursuing fiercely, her straight knife slashing at the expert in front of her like a strong wind.

But in the next moment, after the expert blocked Melanza's fixed knife, he pointed the blade at his waist.

Wow...

With a tooth-piercing friction sound, the blade sank into the scabbard, but the expert lowered his head, possessed himself, and suppressed his body.

Melanza didn't even realize what was going on. In her sight, the expert lowered his head as if he was killing him at the neck.

And the sword in her hand still slashed downwards according to her muscles' expectations.

She was going to chop off the expert's head with one blow.

But the undead man outside the venue frowned.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound, Melanza's eyes went blank, the straight knife she held in her right hand fell to the side, and her whole body fell into an uncontrollable state of imbalance.

what happened? !

Onstein clenched his fists.

Suffer.

At that moment, the expert predicted Melanza's attack without seeing the trajectory of her sword, and suddenly pulled the sword out of its sheath.

That is the attack posture called Iai after sheathing the sword.

The expert, after sheathing the sword, simulated Melantha's attack route clearly in the form of a mental drill, and successfully unsheathed the sword and faced Melantha's weakest attack. At that point, his offensive posture was successfully broken up.

This is an advanced usage technique of Eastern swordsmanship. Strength, skill, and combat experience are all indispensable.