"Fragrant dream!"
After half an hour, in front of the high wall of the ancient ruins, simple sketches of relatively complete asphalt roads were left.
Jiang Xueming shouted out his soul power and asked Fragrant Fantasy to make up for the lesson. He did not intend to challenge the immortal Beowulf with his mortal body. There was no chance for him to try and make mistakes. There is only one life, even if the boss and Taoist priest Ping An have said this more than once - the gunsmith's ability to learn is very strong, and his ability to adapt to breakthroughs in combat is the most powerful thing about this child.
Instead of being dazzled by these boastful attacks, Xueming began to become anxious - mistakenly thinking that these were remarks made to show that she was too weak to other abilities.
It has been ten years since he became a psyker. His learning ability has been evolving, and he has developed several systematic learning methods. He uses his spirit body to fight enemies, then calls his spirit body back to his physical body, and uses fragrant dreams to drive his body forward. Review training, Xueming calls this practice method "casting training method" - Fragrant Dream's various attributes far exceed those of his physical body, and it can perform incredibly precise operations.
When facing the Hayabusa cloned cyborg army in Shinto City, Xueming's ferocious shooting with a rifle that combined body and soul was like a plug-in. This was the result of the casting training method, using the spirit body as a die-casting mold. By cooperating with the spirit body to master new skills, the physical body can gradually reduce the strain and bruise caused by the acceleration of the spirit body. It is gradually formed under the extrusion of the mold, turning into a sharp blade and a precision tool.
With the help of this method, Xueming can make the Morpho Clothes significantly faster while maintaining the unity of spirit and body. This is also the "lazy method" that he occasionally thought of when he stepped on the sewing machine and caught fire - if Ling Ling Putting clothes outside the body will consume mental energy all the time, and one's own concentration will not be able to make several sets of clothes in a row, so the state of integrating body and soul may save a little effort.
So after our gunsmith's wedding, he took on the form of Kazilan's big eyes during his six-year expedition.
This form is much more fashionable than the fisherman's overalls. Every time they meet the blood-giving unit, the psykers can clearly feel that the gunsmith's eyes suddenly turn into vertical pupils, that is, he and Fenfang The state of fantasy, spirit and flesh is like a loaded gun.
Every time I see these eyes, many colleagues from Zhongmiao Sect will sigh to one degree or another. Their leader is Luo Ping'an, who more or less believes in some Taoist scriptures - Jiang Xueming's dazzling white eyes, like a tiger's. Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has several red stick officers and generals under his command. As soon as his round pupils deform, a blood-giving monster will appear in its true form and take a bullet.
"What do you want me to do?" The big steel cat got out of Xueming's back, and its upper body just came around to the main body——
——It glanced at the huge doorway, and Aohun Mingde's unique night vision ability allowed the grown-up Fenfang Huanmeng to see Beowulf clearly.
"What the hell? What the hell?!"
Jiang Xueming was still painting, holding a small piece of steel rod to dig out new traces on the asphalt road. After doing these things, he felt weak and his hands were shaking. In this spiritual pressure environment, he had to remember Beowulf's movements and It's so hard to complete these stick figures - Wolf King's martial arts routines look simple, but are actually very complex.
Fenfang Huanmeng was shocked again when she saw Ghost in the evil state.
"Damn it! What the hell is this?"
"Calm down." Xueming grabbed Hunwei, grabbed the big steel cat by its tail, and brought him to the street: "Remember all these things."
"Huh?" Fenxiang Huanmeng was so shocked that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear because there were so many of these patterns!
From the doorway of the corridor, starting from the dividing line of Beowulf's activity range, the pattern of stick figures extends all the way out. There are nearly 800 little figures, all holding swords and shields in different postures.
Xueming wrote specific notes on each picture.
The Wolf King's guarding posture with shield and sword is called [MODE·1].
The Wolf King's sword-raising stance is called [MODE·1→MODE·2]
There are four forms of defensive posture when being attacked.
They are a confrontational stance of clamping the legs at a fixed pace, similar to clamping a sheep or a horse, and tightening the core.
When a non-vital part is injured, the steel body posture that ignores the damage will immediately switch back to the alert posture and prepare to restart the offensive.
Before the vital point is damaged, if you can track and lock the source of the attack, you will enter [MODE · 4] to defend with a shield. There are four variations after that, including sliding with a shield to observe the opponent, and squatting with a shield to resist combined heavy attacks. , when receiving a long-range attack, charge forward with a shield in preparation for a charge jump and enter the next attack round.
There is also a relatively rare thing, which is shield and counterattack. Since Ghost is a spirit body, it seems that the Wolf King knows that the impact caused by blocking has little effect on this light ghost, so it is almost never used in this ultra-high-speed battle. Several shield strikes countered Ghost's close nuisance attacks.
When Fenxiang Huanmeng saw these little people graffiti, she felt that her cat brain was getting bigger. She grimaced and kept complaining.
"Oh my god! Who are you going to fight? Does this guy have so many tricks?"
Xueming nodded and took Fenfang Huanmeng to look at the action breakdown diagrams one by one.
"This guy has eight weapon postures. It seems there is not much difference. After all, swords and shields are simple and practical weapons. Their functions in combat are very simple. However, Beowulf has rich experience in using them in combat. It's so scary that after he became an outlaw and continued to fight modern armies and Stardust warriors for who knows how many years, his combat experience turned into these complex variations of tricks."
"If you get him moving, these changes are even greater."
Jiang Xueming pointed to the exploded view of this road and asked Fang Huanmeng to take a look at it slowly.
There are sixteen sword-and-shield striking skills. According to the routine demonstrated by the Wolf King, the fighting sword's chopping, thrusting, shaking, dragging, cutting, slashing, and slapping skills are also included, as well as the shield's smashing, punching, and shaking, using the shield as a knife, etc. Techniques such as kicks and shoulder thrusts - this wise king from ancient times almost perfected his sword and shield skills.
In addition, Beowulf's methods of tracking enemies are also very scary. When Xueming was painting, he asked Ghost to fight for more than ten times. As a result, the old wolf showed strong tracking ability for the ethereal spirits. This is also Beowulf's. The reason why Owulf can attack continuously and kill the enemy like a mad dog.
Even if the Ghost suddenly disappears and reappears in another place, Beowulf's eye-like reflexes in the back of his head can immediately allow him to catch up with the target and continue to pursue the enemy with his sword-and-shield fierce attack posture and strong lower body.
The wise king had a clear understanding of the distance of the weapon, the direction of the blade, and the places that the shield could reach.
Jiang Xueming also has this skill. After many years of hard work, he has the ability to control the weapon in his hand. When he touches the firearm, Xueming will understand its muzzle pointing and the speed of the gun. These attributes will improve over time. Becoming more clear and precise.
Fragrant Fantasy walked and looked at it, comparing it with Beowulf's move list, and the more she looked at it, the more shocked she became -
——This guy seems to be stronger than the blood-granting units I have beaten before. If we only evaluate it from the perspective of martial arts, the monsters of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult who rely on their powerful essence to bully people are simply as stupid as before this flexible old man. He is as mentally retarded as a child.
How is it done?
Fragrant Fantasy squatted in front of an exploded diagram and was puzzled.
As a spirit body, it possesses extremely high precision. The diagram illustrates Beowulf's charging jump while switching the sword in his left hand. The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth. It takes 240 milliseconds to cross a distance of more than four meters, and can also use his left hand to share the sword. The special posture of holding a sword and shield to attack and defend, to find a favorable attack point, is also a very magical operation in the eyes of Iron Cat.
If Jiang Xueming's suction and observation skills weren't strong enough, other psychics might not be able to see through the Wolf King's sword and shield.
"Is this really what Homo sapiens can do? Being bound by the body and gravity, he can still continuously arrange such exquisite attacks."
Feng Fang Huan Meng simply stopped thinking about it. He hastily read the remaining exploded diagrams and memorized the basic stance. The subsequent derivative changes can only be experienced through actual combat. This is the "mold turning" part of the "casting training method".
As a safety card, Soul Power can replace Xueming in exploring dangerous and unknown environments. When facing strong enemies, its tentative attack is Xueming's extended arm. When it learned some combat skills and the mold was formed, it was also the time when Xueming showed great adaptability and revealed the sword blade from the clay sand.
Fragrant Fantasy spread her waist and walked to the porch with her head held high.
"No matter! I'll fight with him for a while first! How many little blue bottles have you prepared?"
Jiang Xueming took out several bags of Guangling San Xiao Long Bao from his backpack and counted them carefully. He still had about forty in stock. Looking at the number of blue bottles in his backpack, he found that he had brought fourteen cans of Wangyou Tea in the VIP tea room. In addition, there are two one-liter thermos bottles, which are gifts made by Brother Ye Bei with his soul power.
Whenever he travels far away, he will bring plenty of supplies, and then he says to Fenxiang Huanmeng, "It should be enough."
"That's fine! Just watch it!" Fenfang Huanmeng stretched out its long tongue and licked the pink nose. It had not encountered such an opponent for a long, long time, and it was a little excited.
The moment he crossed the dead rune dividing line, Xueming was also pacing back and forth, constantly adjusting the limit range of 16 meters to give Fragrant Fantasy more room to play.
Beowulf stood up again, raised his sword and shield, and slowly emerged from the shadows.
"Hey! He looks very energetic!" The big cat stepped on the cha-cha dance steps, the steel-armored toes of its hind paws scratched sparks in the gravel, its body was swaying, and its forelimbs were naturally relaxed and raised above the head, only protecting its head. , to deal with this kind of giant man who is more than two meters tall, it cannot borrow much power when it leaves the ground, so it has to maintain a high offensive posture while staying on the ground.
One step, two steps, the straw sandals came under the light source again, and the third step was a sprint carried by the strong wind.
At that moment, Brother Ghost was nervous and excited. He hoped that the nameless war king could defeat the gatekeeper with overwhelming force. If too much time was wasted here, the other monsters in the royal court and the gunsmith might not even be able to meet him.
Soon enough, the old wolf's killing bite brought out a cold light from the broken sword. Fragrant Huanmeng only took one move after another, and felt a heavy roar coming from the soles of her right legs. When she bent her arms to block, she noticed that the broken sword had no trace The tendon of the sword remains unchanged, and when the sword becomes stronger, it will be a simple defensive counterattack!
Boom! ——
Almost at the same time, two sonic booms lifted up the rubble and dust beneath the feet of both sides.
The steel claws were twisted into iron fists, and they struck together with the old wolf's charging sword and shield. The huge power was concentrated on the buckler and fists. The shock wave in the air lifted Xueming's collar and messed up his hair. At the same time, he could also feel the tingling sensation coming from the arms and right leg that Fengfang Huanmeng used for offense and defense.
It was more like Ghost was disturbed by strong electricity and magnetism and could no longer maintain the form of an evil spirit body. Thick black fog came out from all over his body, splashing out behind him like a hedgehog, and then recovered immediately.
This is only the first round, Beowulf's second round is coming soon!
After a brief hedging and receiving moves, Fenxiang Huanmeng almost instinctively raised her legs to block the Wolf King's low sweep kick. This is Lao Lang's favorite move in the illustrated process. It is used to destroy the enemy's balance and weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness.
It just moved its hips, but immediately realized something was wrong!
His prediction seemed to have been perfectly read by the old wolf - until the hurricane-forced fist hit his side, Fragrant Fantasy finally woke up with repentance. This is not guessing! This guy! This old man's observation skills are so strong! Even more powerful than the spirit body!
It caused the lower limbs to move laterally with this fierce swinging punch, but it did not completely leave the ground.
The Wolf King was hit directly by Fragrant Fantasy. When he used his shield to block the attack of this spirit power, the big round shield had a deep fist mark. This force pushed his body to a side, and he tried to use speed to gain some strength. When attacking opportunities arise, the striking surface must be sacrificed.
Therefore, in the second round, Fenfang Huanmeng received a punch instead of a shield or sword blow.
Just this little advantage, the little delay in reactivating the suppression, and the advantage of first attack when returning to the fighting posture are all Beowulf holds tightly in his hands!
Xueming's pupils shrank, unable to lock onto the figures of Fragrance Fantasy and Beowulf. He tried his best to enter this ultra-high-speed combat environment and adapt to Beowulf's speed.
In the next twelve rounds, Fengfang Huanmeng was almost suppressed by the old wolf and fought all the way from west to east from the dividing line of dead runes. It was completely unable to withdraw from a safe distance unless Xueming directly called back the spirit body. It was beaten by the old wolf. The combination of sword, shield, kick, and punch forced him to retreat continuously. The quality of his response to the enemy's block, deflection, and counterattack were all deformed and unbalanced - it was almost stunned by the beating, and its originally clear eyes were also distorted. It becomes turbid, and often after three or four combinations, its armor will leave an eye-catching spark, leaving charred traces of broken swords and shields. If it takes this extremely powerful attack, it will immediately He also lost the right to attack in the next round.
In the last three rounds, Fenxiang Huanmeng felt that her spirit body was about to lose strength, so she clamped her head with both arms, contracted her upper limbs to maintain core strength, and used the turbocharged engine in her body to erupt with strong airflow, trying to hold on. The Wolf King's attack was replaced by the power to breathe, and the power to fight back.
But the Wolf King suddenly stopped all his movements, and the turbulent air flow blew away the old wolf's beard and hair, revealing a pair of bright black eyes.
Fenfang Huanmeng cursed: "Damn it! You are fucking cheating!"
This kind of technique and tactic is very common in fighting games. When encountering a move that he doesn't understand, Beowulf chooses to suspend the frame operation, which means letting the opponent perform a round by himself. This is also the first time that he completely stops from the offensive posture and maintains Maintaining a vigilant posture, he allowed Fragrant Fantasy to display its spiritual power.
Before Fenfang Huanmeng could finish her words, she saw the Wolf King's Spartan kick hitting the big cat's skirt like lightning.
Xueming felt like she had been kicked so hard in the stomach that it hurt so much that she could vomit. Fragrant fantasy rolled all the way and was knocked back to her body.
Ghost covered his face, feeling a little blind—
——Xue Ming shouted Fragrant Fantasy again. He felt like his eyelids were fighting. In just twenty seconds of fighting, his mental energy was almost exhausted. This is also related to his age. At the age of thirty, his ability to stay up late is declining, and so is the endurance of his soul power.
"Are you okay?"
Fengfang Huanmeng was a little unconvinced. She held her belly and saw the cracks on the armor. This kind of damage was like a mark of shame. It could not be healed until Xueming fully recovered her mental strength.
"This guy is pretty powerful! I can't seem to beat him!"
Jiang Xueming gave a suggestion: "Why don't you try using a gun? Get some weapons?"
Fenxiang Huanmeng immediately started using local materials and responded while rubbing the steel bars: "Okay! I'll give it a try!"
At this time, Ghost poured a bucket of cold water on him and reminded him kindly.
"Don't think about taking shortcuts, brother kitten. Beowulf has been shot a lot and been bombarded. I'm afraid he has more experience dealing with hot weapons than cold weapons."
Fenxiang Huanmeng had already taken out an M1900, picked up the gun card, and took out the bullets from Xueming's pocket.
"Hey! I don't believe it!"
I saw the big cat's claws pulling the trigger continuously, like a dragon spitting out pearls and releasing American Iai continuously.
The first three bullets hit the buckler, leaving new bullet marks, and the fourth shot started——
——Without exception, the flat-head bullets fired returned to Fang Fang Huan Meng's head at a very strange reflection angle.
It didn't react for a moment and emptied the magazine, only to find that the helmet jingled like a gong and a drum. His head was hit by the bullet reflection, and was knocked to the side by the warhead. He happened to see Jiang Xueming holding the ghost in his arms. The shadow was used as a shield, fearing that these stray bullets would take away his life. At this time, the big cat finally came to his senses, and the gun seemed useless to the old man.
"What the hell!"
There was no sound of gunfire, and Beowulf observed the posture of Fragrant Dream through the gap in the round shield. The wolf king seemed to be bored, and slowly retreated into the shadows. We need to use the dead runes to repair the shield that was almost scrapped in the fierce battle just now.
Just when Fenfang Huanmeng was complaining, just when Jiang Xueming was at a loss and Ghost couldn't think of a countermeasure.
The king, who seemed to have lost his mind long ago, seemed to have regained a shred of his sanity and uttered an old English word, which was translated simply and directly——
"--weak!"
"This guy can talk!" Fenxiang Huanmeng shouted in surprise.
Jiang Xueming looked at Ghost——
——Ghost also shrugged and spread his hands and had no clue, so he could only rely on guessing.
"You, a living person, excited the old man? Did he come to life?"
