"Otherwise!" Atoris yelled, but she was stunned as soon as the words came out. Why would the other party know this? They were the only ones present when the sword was being made! Also, where did Gawain and the others go? What is this place?
"Did you just react? You're really stupid! Watch out for me!" The other party withdrew his sword, and then waved it towards the mountain in the distance. There are no fancy light effects, no superfluous movements, just a diagonal slash.
"Pop" was like a mirror shattering, a straight break appeared on the mountain peak, and the deafening breaking sound was as loud as thunder. The mountain peak that was broken into two halves was as smooth as two bright mirrors. The fallen mountain peaks revealed half of the setting sun, only half...
The light shines into the deep stream, lighting up only the other person.
"Yes, the Spirit Sword recognizes Artoris, but that's me! Not you!"
"Bang!" The opponent threw an iron sword over. It was just an ordinary iron sword, a long sword-style weapon used by ordinary members of the Kelid Knights.
Artoris raised her head and saw the other party looking at her with contempt.
"Take it up and beat me!"
This is impossible! Artoris's eyes were filled with fear. How could an ordinary iron sword defeat the opponent holding a fairy weapon?
"Tsk, useless trash!" The other party swung his sword and directly broke the iron sword on the ground. When the sword fell to the ground, the sword wind formed alone swept Atoris away.
"Uh-huh~" The little girl fell to the ground and groaned in pain. When she raised her head, what she saw was the man's extended hand.
"Obviously, the whole body is injured. It is very rare to learn the fifteen styles of Kelid swordsmanship at the age of fourteen." The man held a wooden sword and looked at the girl with tenderness in his eyes.
"No, there is one last move, at least let me understand it!" The little girl pushed the man's hand away.
"Ship ramp!" Ronbu's wooden sword was about to hit the man's leg, but was blocked by the opponent's wooden sword...
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the two figures were elongated until the sunset. When the bright moonlight cast the bright moonlight, the quiet night could not help but make people sad.
"I often wonder, what kind of person is Captain Fred when I'm not around? You should know this... Kdoreth."
Bathed in the moonlight, the little girl lying on the grass turned her head, looked at the man beside her and asked.
"A wise leader, a respectable warrior, and an expert in swordsmanship." The man spat out the grass in his mouth, but his joking words were deeply remembered by the little girl.
The wind blew through the grass, bending it. Standing under the tree, Artolis watched the two figures on the grass in the distance disappear. This is the state of mind and the deepest part of her memory.
The world in front of him began to collapse, like a destroyed mirror, with his own reflection reflected in the fragments. Artoris blinked again, it was a wasteland, and the storm rolled up the sand and ravaged the land.
"This was originally your third-turn trial, but it is no longer the case."
Artoris turned back and stared at the man, her eyes full of confusion.
"Tris, why?"
Without waiting for the man to explain, a sword light lit up in the distance in the next second, and in an instant, all the tens of thousands of storms in the wasteland were defeated.
The sharp sword light shattered the ground under Artolis' feet, and she fell into the abyss again without having time to dodge.
"Defeat her!" Tris's voice came from above, and Artolis screamed and saw the hollow beneath her feet disappearing into nothing.
"Bang!" Artoris fell heavily to the ground, still in that deep stream. The large amount of information poured into her mind in an instant almost caused Atoris to faint from the pain.
Artoris climbed up with her arms folded, and saw the other person in front of her walking slowly with a sword in hand.
"Do you understand? I am you, but you are not me. It doesn't matter who helped you pass the third-turn trial, just thank me!"
"Hmph, I admit that your words are very misleading, but in the final analysis, you are just a fake!" Artoris sneered, looking at the person in front of her.
From the words of the other party, Artoris once thought that the other party was her dark side, and she almost succumbed to the other party's powerful strength. Until that picture appeared...
Artoris laughed at herself. Until she was fourteen years old, she was still just an innocent little girl. How could the dark part breed such a monster in just four years? Besides, there is hatred in my dark heart! And the guy in front of me is clearly greedy!
"I don't know what kind of monster you are and when you appeared in my spirit, but now I have to clean up the door!" Artolis said, stretched out her hand, and pulled out a handle of silver energy from the void. The misty clear sword.
Artoris pointed her sword at the ground with sharp eyes: "The final form of Kelid's swordsmanship: Zhiyue·White Wolf!"
"Tsk, you self-righteous guy!" The black shadow twitched the corners of his mouth, then raised his spiritual sword and came forward.
Zhiyue White Wolf, as the sixteenth form of Kelid's swordsmanship, is not a domineering swordsmanship. In fact, the first fifteen moves of Kelid's Swordsmanship are already a perfect swordsmanship system. However, due to the influence of the third trial of the Infinite Sword, no one can master the three branches of Zhishi, Ronbu, and Deflection at the same time.
In fact, this final form is like the key to the seal. The final form is released and the key enters the hole. Masters of Kelid swordsmanship can simultaneously understand and penetrate the three branches of the Infinite Sword in a short period of time.
The veins on Atoris's forehead were popping. Once Zhiyue White Wolf was activated, the adrenaline would be high. It was difficult to adapt to breathing for a while, so I took a deep breath and suddenly swung the sword forward.
"Bang!" The oncoming sword energy collided with Atoris's shuriken. It was a sword light that could crack the mountain. It was not easy to block it. Artoris raised her eyebrows when she saw this. Fortunately, the Shangqing Sword was able to withstand the opponent's attack.
"Fourth Style: Fighting Circle and Round Dance!"
Equipment attributes cannot be inherited in the consciousness space, resulting in a disparity in power between the two sides. Tatsumi Aangki burst out from the sword blade, and with Atoris's strength, she managed to deflect the sword energy away.
Watching the turning sword energy disappear into the depths of darkness, Artoris turned her head and saw the opponent's sword slashing towards her.
"Ding Dong!" It was hard to tell the winner in the swordsmanship battle, but the black shadow relied on the suppression of the weapon to wear down Artolis's energy bit by bit.
"Zhiyue White Wolf? Is it useful?" The black shadow's sword pressed over Artoris's shoulder, and she gasped. The clear sword pressed against her shoulder had become insubstantial. The two bodies are surrounded by the energy of three colors: green, black and red respectively.
The other party can even imitate the Five Qi Chaoyuan!
The other party's mouth was close to Artolis's ear, and he laughed in a seductive voice: "Stop struggling, I know everything you know, and I can even see through your thoughts. I thought your opponent would be like this Mirror Soul Demon? Let me tell you secretly, your consciousness will die here, and the control of your body will be mine!"
