High Above

  Chapter 268 You thought it was electricity that beats water, but it's actually earth that beats electricity! (610)

Although the restraint among sublimators is not like a certain pet raising game in Ian's previous life, where electricity overcomes water, and the ground overcomes electricity... But Patrick does have special experience in dealing with water-type sublimators, and he has always been calm. Reason of composure.

  But Ian's sword swung the thick soil element, and he couldn't be wiped out immediately—all tactical preparations had to be overthrown, and all preparations were completely abolished in an instant.

  For a while, he only had time to raise his sword.

  But such a simple defense, how could it be possible to stop Ian who had been prepared for a long time? Although the Chongyuan Iron Sword is heavy, it is as light as a branch in the young man's hand. It draws a constantly changing trajectory in mid-air. If it is an ordinary person, Ian can't even see Ian mobilizing his arms, waist, hips and thighs at the same time, and borrowing his strength. action on the ground.

  In just an instant, the rapier wrapped around Lei Guang was swung away, and the epee without a front was about to hit Patrick's shoulder, breaking his tendons and bones.

But the blond nobleman didn't dodge or dodge, and even stepped forward with his right foot, facing the sword head-on—the power that didn't fully explode, although it still smashed Patrick's right shoulder, but it didn't hurt the opponent as Ian imagined spine.

   At the same time, the pitch-black blood with bluish-white lightning clung to the epee, and quickly rolled towards Ian's arm.

Although the judgment was wrong in the early stage, Patrick can see that the sword in Ian's hand is the only weapon that can pose a threat to him. Without it, relying only on sublimation skills and fists, it is absolutely impossible for him to be fatally injured at the first level .

  But Ian had expected this situation a long time ago. He didn't let go of the sword, but chanted a tune in his mouth, and the black liquid in the water gun immediately rose up to counter Patrick's black blood.

  Although Isengard's blood couldn't hinder the blood directly controlled by Patrick, it was enough to stall the opponent's offensive.

  Ian retracted his sword, took a small step back, and then called the surrounding sand and stones to cover himself with a layer of fine and firm sand.

   But at the same time, Patrick's injuries also quickly healed on his own - bone shattering was nothing to the blood of the Erosion Refining Dragon, just a little sticking to the spot was enough, and they only needed blood to maintain their full combat power.

   But this time, it was Patrick who took the lead in attacking. With a flash of his figure, his lightning-like stab was simple and unpretentious, and directly aimed at Ian's heart.

But the young man seemed to be a prophet, and he raised his sword ahead of time to block the stab, which surprised the nobles who thought that Ian would at least see blood—but his offensive was not over. Ability and speed, he even stabbed five more swords directly, attacking the throat, left shoulder, kidney, lower abdomen and thigh respectively.

This is the most typical dueling fast sword, a common competitive technique among nobles, but Patrick is obviously extremely proficient in this method, and has turned it into a miracle. hair trend.

  Even Viscount Grant would be speechless when he saw this sword. If he hadn't relied on the suppression of etheric weapons, he would have to pay a certain price to win in a real physical battle.

  But Ian's swordsmanship cannot be described as miraculous, it is more like some kind of miracle—

In a short span of time, the offense and defense have been staggered for several rounds. Patrick stabbed straight to the throat, and Ian blocked it with his vertical sword; He even slashed down with his sword directly by retreating, almost breaking the Mithril rapier at the wrong angle on the spot.

  If it wasn’t for Patrick’s feeling that something was wrong, the fifth thorn left seven points of strength, and when he saw something was wrong, he retracted his sword in time, his mithril dueling sword would really be bent or even broken by the epee!

  clang—

   And it was only when the offense and defense were all over that the crisp sound of the two swords intersecting could be heard echoing in the sacrificial place.

  The overflowing thunder light was opposed to the slowly dissipating earth essence. Although the former was better, the latter was obviously not injured.

   "What kind of monster are you?"

  Looking forward in amazement, Patrick took half a step back and took a defensive position—he didn’t actually suffer a loss, and even the strength of the five swords just now had knocked Ian back three steps, and his steps seemed unstable.

But he is not a fool, he will be fooled by this simple tactic... Ian may indeed be backed by his blow, but the overall sword force is perfect, as airtight as a big iron ball, he has already used it Even though he had mastered the technique of the Lightning Sword, he still couldn't capture it.

   What shocked Patrick even more was Ian's swordsmanship realm... The swordsmanship that he had soaked in for more than ten years was not as high as that of a young man who might not have been practicing swordsmanship for a long time? If you are so talented, you can still be a fart appraiser, go directly to a knight order, and within five years, you will be selected into the patrol knight order as a reserve, okay?

  —As long as there is no way to see Ian's flaws, no matter how much he tries to attack, it will be useless.

   This is the answer Patrick got.

  But the thing of flaws does not exist for the prophet.

  At this moment, Ian's eyes were filled with halos, and above his head, there was a little fairy butterfly crawling to watch the fun.

   It is precisely with this goblin for temporary divination and tactical decision-making, coupled with his already close to master-level sword skills, among other things, Ian feels that it is no problem to block Patrick's offensive.

   Just embarrassing questions also came.

  —Don’t move the system of Fortified City... If it’s a battle of the same level, it’s okay, Ian’s normal attack damage with dual-core bonus and dual inheritance may be comparable to other people’s use of sublimation skills.

   But in the case of this kind of leapfrog challenge, even if it is accelerated with Fairy Wings and Wavesinger, Ian feels that he can't catch up with Patrick's speed.

  In fact, he has no way to cause fatal damage to the opponent. At most, it is like in the beginning, catching Patrick by surprise and consuming a little energy of the opponent.

   But he wasn't worried.

  Because he is the one standing on the side of time.

   "Huh."

Taking a deep breath, Ian felt the abundant source quality flowing from the core of the ancient dragon in his body. The light golden halo started from the heart and spread to the lungs, internal organs, arms and lower body. The tough texture began to appear on the surface of his skin , making the boy's body look like some kind of jade, and also like some kind of metal.

  —Ian today, even if he takes Patrick's previous five swords head-on, he may not be severely injured.

   This is the strongest power to protect the truth.

  Although this sand armor state consumes a lot, the boy has been accumulating it for four years. He has reserves that are far better than the first level, and even the second level is absolutely incomparable.

   In front of him, at least an opponent of Patrick's level is not worthy of a war of attrition with him.

   And Patrick also completely raised his spirits, thinking about the next course of action.

  The two sides confront each other, adjust their state, and prepare for the next confrontation.

  However, this battle, which was difficult to have a result, ended up without a problem due to an accident.

  Boom—

  The man-made river surrounding the entire sacrificial site suddenly churned, and in the depths of the distant river, from far to near, there was an extremely turbulent roar.

   And, a rather familiar scream.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  Hearing this voice, both Ian and Patrick opened their eyes wide, and the two even looked at each other subconsciously. Their eyes met, and they were all incomparably shocked.

   It didn't take long for this silent shock to be broken.

  Because a pirate with long dark green hair was yelling and lying on top of a fat ironclad shark, and the shark was galloping like lightning in the man-made river, moving forward at full speed!

   "Accelerate, accelerate! Damn, is it already the limit?!"

   And behind it, the huge water-attribute source quality brought surprises to the two of them!

   "Tenglan Giant Eel?!"

   "Indigenous Totem Lord?!"

  Ian and Patrick exclaimed in unison, and the gigantic giant eel, at this moment, is like a super high-speed train, silently driving the water, moving forward along the river channel that can hold it...

   Create unreasonably!

  (end of this chapter)