"Fei, are you ready?"
In the small courtyard, Leiyin was holding a black iron sword.
She put her left foot in front and held her hands tilted to the right side of her body, assuming a two-handed sword and plow posture.
An invisible wave of air swirled around her delicate body, and the tip of its sword was pointed directly at Xu Fei's throat.
If Xu Fei changes her posture or takes the initiative to attack during the battle later, she only needs to stagger her steps or move half a meter to complete the change in sword moves.
Leiyin has always taken combat-related training seriously. This is the respect that warriors should give each other when fighting.
A purple-haired beauty with long flowing hair, paired with a short thin down jacket and a long winter skirt.
Although he was dressed very calmly, he was holding a huge iron sword and had a very standard two-handed sword posture.
This unique sense of contrast will make two words pop up in anyone's mind after seeing it...
"Oh, he's so handsome."
Xu Fei muttered something in a low voice, causing Leiyin to slightly purse her lips and immediately cast a dissatisfied look.
The word "handsome" has many interpretations, but most of them are used to describe a man's appearance and behavior.
I remember that when she was on the Leitings continent, not long after she was appointed as the general of the independent forces.
He began to assist the surrounding small countries that were dependent on Sigurd and carry out overseas combat missions.
At that time, many of the top soldiers under their command began to shout around whenever they met people from other countries, such as, 'Remember, my Highness is brave and strong, and is the most handsome general in the empire! 'Wait for words.
As a result, the rumors about Leyin Lilia among foreign civilians became increasingly exaggerated.
When the rumor went around in circles and finally spread back to the palace, it had become: 'Sigurd's seventh princess is actually the seventh prince. She is handsome and decisive, and is recognized as the most handsome young general in the empire.
'He' was favored by the imperial sisters since childhood, and gradually fell in love with women's equipment, and had a slight fetish for women's clothing.
That's why 'he' often wears women's armor on the battlefield to confuse the enemy, and everyone always thinks that 'he' is the princess.
After Leiyin found out about this, she was shocked and embarrassed.
After immediately reprimanding the big soldiers, he sent letters to the lords in various places where the rumors were seriously spread, hoping that they could come forward to clarify.
As a result, although the lords complied, the common people did not believe it even more.
They believe that Royal Sigurd is trying to hide his identity and deliberately hides the identity of his little prince in order to allow Leiyin to grow up in a safer environment...
In the end, the matter became more and more confusing and confusing, and various versions of uproarious stories were even made up, making King Barnt laugh.
Among them, especially the bards Xu Fei liked played an indispensable role.
Xu Fei looked down at the tattered holy sword named 'Bright', feeling a little helpless.
If it wasn't for the difficulty in rejecting Leiyin's proposal, he wouldn't even bother to waste time coming out for testing.
'Holy sword? The hilt of Bright's sword has cracked. If you shake it casually in your hand, it will make a caracara sound.
After Xu Fei got home, he wrapped it with white tape several times before it could be used.
There are cracks near the blade, and there are a few small, inconspicuous chips.
If you look carefully, you can see that the entire blade is irregularly jagged. I really don’t know how many fierce battles its owner went through to destroy the holy weapon like this.
Turn your wrist and turn the blade of the single-edged sword toward the outside.
Rust and dust fall from time to time on the rusty sword.
"It's really broken... It's worthy of Tianyang Peak, where Daoist Chang is, so let them die of poverty."
He curled his lips and couldn't help but utter a few words.
Sure enough, every disciple has his master. The last time Sister Luoying reprimanded Daoist Chang, she subtly dismissed the Master of Tianyang Peak. It was said that he was also a poor man.
But the attitude towards doing things has to be criticized.
Putting aside the practicality of the sword itself, why don't you polish, decorate and maintain it before giving it away?
If you make it look nice, you can use it to bluff people or sell it for some gold coins and supplies after you go to another world.
After all, I also represent the face of the Earth Star human race. It feels quite embarrassing to walk around with this thing.
And when encountering danger, it is estimated that the enemy will not only not be afraid after seeing it, but may also gain momentum.
However, you have to think on the bright side in everything. Maybe the broken sword will make the enemy laugh and relax their vigilance, thus creating a flaw...
While thinking wildly, he transferred the energy in his body into the hilt of the sword through his palm.
As the power continued to flow away, beads of sweat began to appear on Xu Fei's forehead.
How should I put it, the consumption is much greater than imagined, like a bottomless pit.
"call."
After taking a deep breath and stopping forcibly, Xu Fei felt that only about one-third of the energy in his body had been consumed.
He carefully dusted off the rust on the sword, fearing that it might get in his eyes when he swung it around.
"OK, come on."
Raising the tattered holy sword forward, Xu Fei deliberately did not put up any defensive posture, but just stood on the opposite side casually.
The purpose of this battle was to test the specific use of the escape sword skills previously demonstrated by the Shonan curtain waiter. He did not need to make any counterattacks.
After hearing what the other party said, Leiyin did not attack immediately, but reminded her seriously:
"Fei, any language has its own rules and meanings, don't use them confusingly..."
In her view, language is a sacred thing that emerges from the collective consciousness of each ethnic group and needs to be treated seriously.
Xu Fei sometimes shows a careless side, and as his fiancée, he has the obligation to remind him.
"Okay, don't talk nonsense in the future." Xu Fei smiled and nodded in agreement.
Although I still don't take it seriously and don't quite understand the reason, it doesn't matter.
The future couple should get along with each other and try not to do anything that makes Leiyin uncomfortable.
"I am coming……"
"good."
As soon as she finished speaking, Leiyin stepped forward, her skirt dancing in the wind as she sprinted.
But when it floated about ten centimeters, a faint blue light rune lit up on it, preventing the hem of the skirt from floating up again.
Xu Fei silently looked away, thinking about the image that had just entered his mind, which was a beautiful ankle wrapped in black leggings.
call!
The black iron sword slashed diagonally from the upper left to the lower right.
At this moment, Leiyin suppressed her strength and speed to a level similar to that of Xu Fei, deliberately allowing him to see the trajectory of the blade clearly.
But if Xu Fei fails to dodge, she will stop attacking at the critical moment.
Just when the black iron sword was about to hit Xu Fei's shoulder, a pulling force without warning came from the broken sword.
Gah!
The broken sword flew towards the corner of the yard at an extremely fast speed, making an unpleasant sound of breaking through the air. This may be due to the uneven surface of the sword body and the loose parts of the sword body.
Click!
The moment the broken sword flew out, a clear and crisp sound came from Xu Fei's wrist. Compared to the unpleasant sword cry, this sound was very crisp and clear, and it was obvious that his wrist was broken.
