quicksilver blood

Chapter 27 Shocked
Claudia stretched her waist, opened the door of the carriage, and was startled by the black shadows gathered at the door.The nearest black figure was even at her door, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure standing upright in the cold and sticky black wind.

For a moment, she thought she was besieged by the enemy.

After seeing the faces of the people around her, she breathed a sigh of relief, and lightly patted Kluvien on the shoulder angrily: "Uncle Kluvien, what's wrong over there?"

Kluveen looked at the crowd blankly, and muttered in his mouth: "Loda Khan...it's impossible..."

Claudia didn't get the answer she wanted, but instead ignited raging curiosity.

She walked around Kluvern, hopped to look into the crowd, and was startled.

In the breath of Del Ramos, as long as it is a little far away, only a vague black shadow can be seen.The figure surrounded by the crowd stood still, and a cold light kept flickering.

Is that... some kind of swordsmanship?

She looked over there fixedly.

Claudia is not like her brother, she has not learned any martial arts.As a priest of the God of War, after breaking through the formal stage and entering the Black Iron Stage, her teacher, Father Claude, will come to teach her the martial arts of the temple.If there is no accident, her future path is to become an apologist. This is a fate that has been determined long ago and cannot be changed.

She has never learned martial arts since she was a child, but this does not prevent her from appreciating swordsmanship from the purest "good-looking" perspective.

That does look good.

The movement of the figure was very slight, at most one step with one sword, or it simply stayed still.

But with him as the center, the silvery white crescent constantly flickered around him.There is no dead angle, and the front, rear, left, and right are all covered by silver knife light.

It was clearly a straight sword, but when swung it gave the illusion that the sword was bent.The sword light twisted into a crescent moon, illuminating everything around it in the process of waving it widely.

It was a very quiet and sharp swordsmanship - no constant jumping, no jumping around with the sword held high like a bullfight she had seen in Bansa.

If you insist on describing it, it is as elegant as a dance.

Yes, it is dance.

There was no spinning, no jumping, not even bending over, just simply stretching the body, but it still gave Claudia the same feeling of dancing.

It is the masculine beauty unique to men, and it is exaggerated by the quiet temperament, making it sacred.

Gradually, the group of knife lights moved.As if forced by the momentum, the servants who were watching in the direction he was moving retreated in large numbers.

The blade light gradually became denser, like a moving whirlwind, catching the enemy in the widest range, dragging them into the metal storm, and tearing them apart layer by layer.

From the stable once-a-second flash before to the current one or two flashes per second, the number has obviously increased, but it gives people the illusion that it is no different from before.

Occasionally, the knife light would suddenly stop for more than a second, and then a brighter brilliance would suddenly flash out.

"Loda Khan! That's a sword move!"

Behind her, Kluvien jumped up and shouted suddenly, his expression was extremely excited, and his round eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Uncle Kluveen, who is that over there? Captain Macon?"

Claudia is full of curiosity about that mysterious and elegant sword technique.In her opinion, that must be a very strong swordsman.

"Maken? No, it's impossible. That kid's job involves blood on his fingers. You can only see the blood in his sword light. Besides, he hasn't gotten out of bed yet."

Kluvien shook his head like a rattle, and the shock in his voice hadn't completely dissipated: "That kid over there is Roland...I mean Roland White Oak, that damned druid..."

"You mean...Mr. Roland?"

Claudia was taken aback: "Isn't he that... Druid?"

"Yeah! I know! That's why I don't get it!"

Kluween yelled loudly: "I swear by Luodahan's name, when Roland first picked up the chopping sword, he couldn't be an amateur. Definitely never took it!"

"But now he..."

Claudia pointed at the back blankly.

This level of swordsmanship is definitely enough for a martial Bansa to be a swordsmanship tutor for nobles above the viscount.If such a swordsman still belongs to the level that does not know how to use weapons, she feels that it is impossible for her to step into the apprentice level after practicing swordsmanship all her life.

"So I don't understand... His swordsmanship at the beginning is amateurish, it can't be more amateurish, as if he has never held a sword before, and he can't control the center of gravity of the sword at all."

"However, just standing there and slashing dozens of swords aimlessly, his hands stabilized, and then his steps began to move slowly. But his feet were still stationary when attacking. I saw here at that time At that time, I felt that he was quite talented in swordsmanship... Then I continued to look down, and I just wanted to feed the dog what I just thought!"

"And then... it became like this?"

Instead, Claudia gradually calmed down, and then turned to Kluvien.

She doesn't know swordsmanship, so she doesn't understand what's so difficult about it.But this didn't stop her from feeling Roland's talent.

"Then, his steps and attacks were combined. Then the angle of the attack became tricky, and the movements gradually changed from rigid to smooth. That's where the group of guys started watching."

Saying so, Kluvien closed his mouth that hadn't been closed for a long time, licked his dry lips, and pouted towards the crowd.

"Then his movements became orderly. They were no longer simply good-looking hacks, but some kind of swordsmanship... I suspect that is the swordsmanship that Druid specially learned..."

"That's not any military swordsmanship of Karal. Any swordsmanship that uses a single-edged sword has nothing like it."

Macken's calm voice came from behind.

Claudia looked up and found that Claude and Macon were getting off the carriage carefully.

Macon was wrapped like a bandaged corpse, and his whole body was tightly wrapped in a white cloth sprinkled with holy water, only a pair of calm and weak eyes were exposed—that was to prevent the wound from being infected by the chaotic magic power in the air and mixed into the body. Impurities that cannot be easily eradicated.

Seeing Kruveen and Claudia casting searching glances, Macon couldn't help but look back at Roland's swordsmanship, and then answered with absolute certainty: "This is definitely not Karar's military swordsmanship. I'm very sure. "

"Maybe you don't have enough authority..."

Kluvien replied with some lack of confidence.He was really scared by Roland.

"It's nothing to do with that," Macon dismissed Kluveen's opinion lightly, "You haven't learned much about swordsmanship, so you don't understand—it's not just the swordsmanship of cutting swords, it's not swordsmanship at all."

"But—" Kluveen's voice suddenly became louder, "I'm sure you can't fight him only with swordsmanship. Are you sure he's Luanwu?"

"When did I say he was a flurry of dances?"

Macken didn't bother to talk to Kluveen, but just stared blankly at Roland dancing his sword in the distance, with a scorching light in his eyes.

"Then you just—"

"Okay, Kluveen," Father Claude came over and patted him on the shoulder, "That's really not swordplay."

"That is?"

Seeing Father Claude come forward, Kluvien also quieted down and looked at him suspiciously.

At least Kluveen knew that Father Claude would not lie to himself about this kind of thing at such an old age.

"Judging from the details, it's more like the Dark Elf's Shadow Moon Saber Technique," Claude looked at Roland with a serious face, "maybe it also mixed with the whip technique of Erin Demon."

"All I can see is whipping in there."

Macken's voice trembled, and although his body was weak, his eyes were full of excitement.

"I never thought that the Kallal single-edged sword is so suitable for whipping! I know a whip master, and I must learn from her when I go back... This is a genius idea! If the Karalal sword has a heavy and thick front , then instead of using slashing or slicing which is thankless, it is better to use pumping—yes! Then in the process of pumping, cooperate with the pace and flexible receiving moves... This move is beautiful!"

Can't help but applaud Roland's wonderful double slash with sword power and circular arc slash. Macken cast his eyes on Kluveen with burning eyes: "Little Roland... no, Roland Master, how long has he learned the sword-cutting sword technique?"

"...If I tell you, you won't believe me."

The corner of Kruveen's mouth twitched, and then he stretched out a finger.

"One year? Impossible?"

Macken exclaimed.

"One hour." Kluveen said decisively, "In one hour, he completely showed me how a person can become a master from the beginning of contact with sword-slashing swordsmanship-just like we have studied for more than ten years. The epitome of swordsmanship is ordinary, every link has not been pulled down, every second is stronger than the last second - I swear in the name of Luo Dahan that I am absolutely not exaggerating."

He didn't even dare to say that Roland held the sword in the same posture as someone who had never held a sword before.

"I can attest."

At this moment, An Ruosi's nervous voice came.

Several people looked back and saw that he was holding his monocle in one hand and protecting a crystal in his arms with the other hand, running all the way from the crowd.

He took a few breaths first, then pulled out the crystal tremblingly.

"I woke up when he was holding the sword, and it didn't feel right, so I got up and followed all the way..." He swallowed while speaking, "I found out that he was looking for Kluween to ask about sword skills, so I took it I hid aside with the recording crystal and recorded it... I originally wanted to record it and save it for laughing at him later, but I didn't expect..."

Macon and the others couldn't bear to be polite and opened the recording crystal. They saw an invisible black figure slowly dancing with a sword.

After watching it at ten times the speed, they all fell silent.

Indeed, as Kluveen said, Roland really learned the art of slashing swords within an hour.

Claude said slowly: "If he is pretending, his acting skills are terrible...and it is meaningless. With this change of swordsmanship from easy to difficult, little Roland can be the heir in any country Teaching swordsmanship, there is absolutely no need to laugh at our talents in front of us."

"So, no matter how impossible it is, there is only one answer." Kluvien continued.

Macken shook his head feebly, and sighed inaudibly.

He used to think he was a genius in swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)