The location of the target tendon was clear in Zhou Yu's eyes. The leather shoes and skin covering them disappeared from his eyes like air at that moment. He was born to be familiar with the structure of the human body.
The blade stabbed out decisively, and at the same time, the dim light shrouded the top of his head.
——!
Zhou Yu suddenly retracted his arms, let go of his right hand, and his body immediately fell down. The tips of the hair blown up by the wind fell into the light, neatly broken and scattered. He suddenly grabbed the horizontal bar two meters below and hung his body dangerously. The steel pipe made a dangerous rattle, and the blood flowing from his right arm soaked his coat.
He shook his body slightly, placed his feet on the nearest support again, and then looked up silently.
The female rider was still standing on the same spot, tiptoeing her left foot in a weird posture, and a line of bright red appeared on the edge of the crack in her leather boots. Her meter-long sword was held up unnaturally in order to avoid damaging the stand.
Even with all this care, the support she was standing on was crumbling. In order to attack Zhou Yu just now, the swung blade inevitably cut through the steel pipe, leaving only one-fifth of the width still connected.
As if realizing that she could not stay in danger for long, the female rider slowly moved her feet and transferred her body to the horizontal bar next to her. Judging from that action, the tendons in the left foot were not completely ruptured.
Her expression remained expressionless except for a slight frown. There is neither the anger of being plotted by the opponent nor the fear of running away.
Zhou Yu looked up at her while jumping briskly below. If the switchblade has the sharpness of the opponent's weapon, it only needs to destroy the place where the opponent lands. It's a pity that his physical strength is not enough to cut through gold and iron with a mortal blade.
So you still have to attack the opponent's feet. You need to be more patient and cautious this time, because your opponent is already on guard.
He moves around to his opponent's feet. Sure enough, this time the female rider reacted quickly and moved slightly following his movements.
Zhou Yu did not draw his sword. Now is not the time. If you are hit by the opponent, even if it is slightly carried, your head will be broken and you will die.
He continued to prance around the female rider. The white steel frame structure is like the spider web he weaves, tightly trapping the opponent. As long as he forces the opponent to be unable to escape the net and slowly tries to figure it out, he will be able to win sooner or later.
At this moment, the female rider released her left hand that had been holding the bracket.
The strong wind current made it difficult for her to maintain her balance. Coupled with the injury to her left foot, her body swayed visibly. Realizing that the opportunity had arisen, Zhou Yu immediately stopped moving.
He hesitated a little. Such a bold move by the female rider was not only an opportunity, but also a trap to lure him over.
However, just when he hesitated for a moment, the female rider had already put her left hand into her pocket and pulled out a piece of light yellow square paper folded in half while shaking. She shook her left hand and threw away the yellow paper, revealing the vermilion runes inside. At first glance, it looks like the talismans used by Taoist priests.
She grabbed the yellow paper in her palm, held the support again, and then looked down at Zhou Yu, who was on her lower left.
Then, a cold brilliance swept out.
The steel frame around the female rider instantly shattered, and her body fell in an arc toward Zhou Yu. The dim light turned into an arc, breaking all the supports blocking the two people, and rushed towards Zhou Yu.
This sacrifice of one's life was not only to attack the enemy, but also to destroy all the scaffolding on which the two men relied. The opponent's momentum is simply unstoppable. In the next second, no matter how Zhou Yu ends up, the female knight will definitely fall to the ground.
This is simply a way of dying together. Zhou Yu suddenly fell backwards with a feeling of astonishment. Bladelight destroys all escape routes, and the only way not to be shredded is to fall.
The dim light was just a finger away in front of him, and he had no choice. Unlike his opponent, the starting point of his fall was on the third floor. As long as he took the correct protective posture, it was possible to avoid death and serious injury.
The moment he lost his center of gravity, he held his head with both hands and curled up as much as possible. When he fell down, the female rider above him had put away her long blade and stretched out her left hand towards him.
Zhou Yu saw her mouth shape.
"disease."
With that palm as the center, a violent tornado flew away. The air flow swirled clearly in the air, like throwing a boulder into a lake, whimpering and screaming, setting off huge waves. In the blink of an eye, a spiral storm was born in the palm of the female rider. Because of the high speed, the vortex of milky-white air passed over Zhou Yu and crashed savagely toward the ground.
Pushed back by the force of the storm, the two men's fall suddenly slowed down. Before Zhou Yu had time to react, the other party shook off the yellow paper in his palm, reached down and grabbed the silk scarf fluttering on Zhou Yu's chest.
Zhou Yu swung the knife without thinking.
There was a ding, and the sound was so crisp that it didn't sound like a metal collision. The blade was intercepted by the dim light.
This is another strange thing that cannot be understood - given the close distance between the two parties, theoretically short weapons should have the advantage, but the female rider did not know what method she used to stop him.
The blow missed, and before Zhou Yu had time to react, a cold tingling sensation came from his wrist. The two of them were only two or three meters above the ground, and in an instant they were caught in the storm that hit the ground.
The backflow of air in the center of the storm lifted the two of them up. After falling from a height of ten meters, the final impact was probably not even 10%.
As soon as he landed on the ground, Zhou Yu swung the knife towards his neck, cut off the silk scarf, and rolled his head downwards to avoid his opponent. Then he turned over and jumped up, holding the handle of the knife behind his back, and slashed the enemy's head with a stab.
Ding, ding, ding.
The female rider landed on one knee. Facing Zhou Yu's fierce attack, her arms twisted and stretched with the flexibility of a dancer, catching all the attacks.
The dim light came to Zhou Yu silently.
The switchblade fell to the ground.
Zhou Yu held down his bleeding right wrist and backed away quickly with no expression on his face. However, the ground was covered with long and short steel pipes. When he tried to avoid it, his right leg, which was also stabbed by the blade, suffered severe pain, and his unruly foot slipped on the steel pipe. Let him fall to the ground.
This time it was really a complete failure.
Tread, tread, tread.
The female rider stood up using her sword to support herself, walked up to him, and looked down at him wordlessly.
The slightly broken moon disk emitted light behind her, making it impossible to see the face clearly. Instead, the sword in her hand became more vivid than ever.
It was only at this moment that Zhou Yu finally saw the true appearance of this weapon.
An eight-sided sword - it's puzzling. Before actually seeing the real thing, he always imagined the long weapon Zhang Mumu described as a knife. It wasn't until I saw the still life tonight that I could tell it was a sword from the symmetrical blades on both sides.
However, that's just a "rough", because this sword is made of pure lines.
The cold cyan light carefully outlines all the edges and corners of the sword body. The "material" that makes up the sword body is just the mist-like light floating between the lines.
The strange sight was like using a highlighter pen to draw an unpainted sword on black paper; or using fiber strips dipped in luminous paint to weave a sword-shaped cage to capture the light.
This scene should not be a real-life scene at all.
It's like being in a dream.
Under Zhou Yu's gaze, the female rider lifted the tangible and insubstantial sword and placed it firmly against his heart.
