i can fuse elves

Eleven o'clock in the evening, Chunbai City Nie Family Sword Hall.

In the brightly lit sword training room, a man and a woman were exercising fiercely, and there were constant sounds of collisions.

"what"

With a heroic cry, the powerful and heavy bamboo sword struck Nie Ming's face from top to bottom.

Nie Ming held the sword with both hands to block Nie Zhen's attack, then exerted force to the left to release the power.

Nie Zhen followed the direction of Nie Ming's discharge force, circled from the left side to Nie Ming's right side, and quickly launched another attack.

This time, Nie Ming had no time to react and was hit in the right waist.

"Snapped"

Nie Ming fell down at the sound.

He gasped and took off the mask, already sweating profusely.

If it was just a simple blow, Nie Ming would certainly not be able to fall down so easily, but they had been sparring for more than an hour, their energy was exhausted, and their legs were even a little weak.

Compared with him, Nie Zhen was much more relaxed. He took off the mask, but there was a slight trace of sweat on his forehead.

Long-term practice has made Nie Xie's strength, speed, skills and even flexibility far superior to Nie Ming.

"How long have you been practicing?" Nie Zhen frowned and looked at him.

Sister, except for the little physical memory I inherited from Nie Ming, I have never practiced before, but I am exhausted.

"It's been a long time." Nie Ming waved his hand and answered perfunctorily.

Nie Zhen's brows are deeper. When she is quiet, she is as dignified as a mother, but when training, she gives off the feeling of a father.

"You have to know that you will inherit our swordsmanship in the end. If you don't take it seriously, are you really going to ruin the world of Ertian Yiyi in our generation?"

"Isn't it still you?" Nie Ming replied a little angrily when he heard the father-like tone. The Nie Ming before would never dare to talk to his sister like this.

"My ancestral teachings stipulate that swordsmanship cannot be passed on to women, don't you know?" Nie Zhen put the bamboo sword on the shelf and said.

After hearing this, Nie Ming was immediately speechless. I really don't know what era we are in and it is still feudal.

"Forget it, I'm going to rest." Nie Ming stood up and was about to leave, but Nie Xie stopped him.

"Sit down, I haven't finished speaking yet." Nie Xie pressed Nie Ming's shoulders, pulled him to the chair, and then sat across from him.

Nie Ming grimaced and sat down helplessly.

"What are your plans for the future? Why don't you stay in the breeding house and never come back?" Nie Zhen's tone slowed down and sounded a bit sincere.

If it were the old Nie Ming, he would have lowered his head at this time and said nothing, but...

"Coach, I want to learn basketball, bah, I want to be a trainer"

At this time, Nie Ming's mind was filled with scenes of Uncle Wu Ju fighting.

Although his father's coercion made him very uncomfortable, probably even if a boy of the same age really liked the trainer, he would go against his father, but Nie Ming would not be like this.

In just an hour of fighting, he had already figured out that whether in this life or in the previous life, he would only follow his heart and do what he liked, instead of being an angry boy.

After all, there is no need for reverse psychology.

Nie Xi was stunned. She didn't expect Nie Ming to be so straightforward. She looked suspicious and said, "You're not trying to deal with me, are you?"

"Of course not. I hope you can take time to teach me swordsmanship every day. I will definitely take it seriously."

The sparring just now was indeed tiring, but Nie Ming felt more comfortable than ever before, the tension of competition, the pursuit of victory and defeat, and the challenge of breaking through himself.

Since there are elves in this world, there must be elf competitions. Nie Ming wants to be on the world stage and win the championship amidst the shouts of thousands of people.

"Since you said so, let's make an agreement. If you dare to break your promise, I will pull you over with a deadlift, okay?" Nie Xi looked pleased and stretched out his little finger.

"Row"

Nie Ming also stretched out his hand, hooked his two little fingers to each other, and made a seal with his thumb to make an agreement.

The two of them laughed at the same time. Nie Li seemed to have found memories of his childhood, and the image of his sister in Nie Ming's mind became more three-dimensional and clear.

Memory is like a thin film. Nie Ming poked it lightly, and the memory about Nie Zhen gradually merged into Nie Ming's brain.

"Then let's go to bed." Seeing that the matter assigned by his father was settled, Nie Zhen stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, Sister Saeko, let's have an elf duel." Nie Ming took out the elf ball from his back, and with a flash of red light, La Lulas jumped out.

"Lalu~ makes a grand appearance."

"Are you so anxious? But I agreed." In order not to dampen Nie Ming's enthusiasm, Nie Xie took out the elf ball.

"But you have to know that high school students can only hold one elf, and mine is the main battle elf." Nie Xian's voice was sly.

"It doesn't matter, come on, I'm impatient"

There was a fire in Nie Ming's heart. This fire was ignited by Wu Ju, Joker and Kyogre. When they were fighting, he could only watch helplessly from the side.

Even though he borrowed Kyogre's power, he still couldn't control it, so he had to hand over control of his body and let Kyogre fight for him.

Nie Ming now urgently needs a battle to extinguish this fire.

There was a flash of red light, and a humanoid Pokémon appeared.

The whole body is made of sharp blades, the body is slender, the hands and feet have thick and long spikes, and the appearance is like a warrior wearing armor.

Cleaver Commander, a Steel-type and Evil-type Pokémon, is a Pokémon with a unique combination of attributes.

Although the race value is not high, it has an attack power value as high as 125, which is considered a rare existence even among ordinary elves.

Nie Ming looked at the reflective blade on Commander Choi's body and silently picked up La Lulasi.

farewell

Lalulasi: The wind is tight and pulling: 3"

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The result was no surprise, Lalulas lost.

Lost completely.

First of all, Lalu Lasi's attributes are at a disadvantage, and the super-power skills are ineffective. As a secondary attribute, the fairy-type not only has few skills, but also has weak power and cannot deal enough damage.

Secondly, the attributes were completely suppressed. Commander Cleaver only used a ghost face to reduce the speed of Lalu Lasi, and then did not use the second skill.

The real ghost face is not the ghost face in the game. Not only can it slow down the speed of the target, but also the speed of the attack and the flexibility of dodge will be affected, which also results in Lalu Lasi's skills no longer hitting.

Facing Commander Pizhan, Lalulas was like a baby facing an adult, with no power to fight back.

Although Nie Ming did not use the plug-in Golden Eyes and relied solely on his own strength, he was still a little frustrated after losing so completely.

When Nie Zhen saw the depressed Nie Ming, he smiled gently, hugged his head and comforted him,

"You take a beginner elf to fight against me. It would be weird if you don't lose. But don't be discouraged. For a novice, it is already very good to be able to last so long in the hands of Commander Cleaver. Come on."

"Thank you, Sister Saeko, I will try my best." Nie Ming smiled bitterly.

Nie Zhen patted Nie Ming's head, took back Commander Zhan, turned around and left, spreading the fragrance in the air.

Looking at Sister Saeko's leaving figure, Nie Ming's lips curved into a smile.

It smells so good, isn’t it?

So soft, bah bah bah

Why does it smell like blood?