The Great Swordsman Of The Fairy Tail World

hours later.

"Ding! Completed [quest] · 6,000 thrusts! Gain 1% experience points!"

"Ding! [Jolacol Mihawk] template, 89.3% unlocked! Current level: Great Swordsman! 39

call!

Shiraishi rubbed his arm, forcing himself to compress the training time was still a bit painful, but all the rewards in return were worth it.

With the opening of the third stage, the difficulty of cultivation has increased, but the experience gained has also increased. Overall, the speed of cultivation has increased.

I think that in a short time, I will be able to break through all the swordsmanship and the other three abilities to perfection.

Thinking of this, Shiraishi couldn't help but look forward to how high his strength would be after the Great Consummation, and whether he would be able to defeat the Dragon King at that time, everything was unknown.

Shiraishi gradually fell into contemplation, and at this time, Irene walked to his side step by step. After she had just dealt with state affairs, she asked the guards beside her, and after learning that Shiraishi was cultivating now, she walked towards Shiraishi's place.

Looking at the thoughtful face of 04 Shiraishi, I can't help but be a little fascinated.

Goo~ Goo~ Goo~

I don't know if Irene was too focused on Shiraishi's face and didn't pay attention to his feet, and accidentally kicked the gravel caused by Shiraishi's practice.

Although his voice was not loud, Shiraishi, who had fallen into deep thought, quickly woke up. After noticing that it was Irene, he inserted the dragon in his hand into the ground and walked towards Irene.

"Sorry to bother you." Irene said apologetically,

Shiraishi shook his head helplessly, "Didn't I already say it, you are my woman, you don't need to say sorry to me." Since that night, Irene has placed herself below herself and is very obedient to herself , Although Shiraishi likes it very much, but doesn't want to force her, but no matter what, she still does.

When Irene heard Shiraishi's words, she smiled happily, only to hear Shiraishi continue.

"How about considering it. 35

The originally happy face was fleeting, replaced by a slightly painful face, Shiraishi stepped forward and hugged her gently.

"If it were someone else, I would not interfere in other people's affairs. This is the creed of my life, but you can't. You are my woman. I don't want to see you hurt in the slightest. I don't want to see you in pain. Seeing you give everything in return is just betrayal.

Shiraishi felt that the person in his arms was shaking, and he would hug him tightly against his chest.

But even so, Shiraishi's heart was not much happy.

She still refused.

After releasing, Irene buried her head in Shiraishi's chest, and a warm current soaked Shiraishi's clothes.

"I'm sorry, Shiraishi, I can't let go of this kingdom. This is the kingdom my father entrusted to me, and it's also a joint effort between me and Belserion. I can't let go of my people."

For two months, Shiraishi had also chatted with Irene and discussed it, but even though she knew that her people had betrayed her, she was still stunned and refused to listen to her words.

But Irene can't be blamed for this. Thinking about it, it is indeed difficult for the queen of a country to abandon everything and follow her. After all, this is the entrustment of her father before his death, and the kingdom built together with the holy dragon Belserion.

It's just that this kingdom does have a framework, but there is no central pillar. This central pillar needs the support of the people of the entire Dragunov Kingdom. Irene alone cannot last long.

Thinking of this Shiraishi had a headache, this nasty woman is really troublesome, Shiraishi then slapped Irene's fart hard. The ancients slapped,

Irene trembled in her arms, looked up at Shiraishi shyly, with a trace of tears on her face, not understanding why he suddenly hit herself.

But when Irene saw Shiraishi's pampering eyes, tears could not help falling again, Shiraishi immediately panicked, trying to make her happy.

But Irene's eyes were like opening floodgates, as if they could no longer be closed, Shiraishi had no choice but to hold her in his arms and accompany her until she stopped crying until night fell.

dawn,

Shiraishi got up,

Seeing the smile on the face of the sleeping man, Shiraishi smiled slightly, then dressed and walked out of the palace.

"You're really annoying me.

After giving her a doting look on Shiraishi's face, he stepped out of the door, the smile on his face turned into a determined look.

Now that Irene has made a decision, Shiraishi can only accompany her, maybe it's the big man's psychology. But if you want to protect her, you can't do it without absolute strength.

In this world there is not only the threat of the dragon race, there are more dangers hidden in the darkness, and Shiraishi must rise to the strength that can protect the strength he wants to protect before that.

Even with the strength of the Dragon King, Shiraishi still would not be satisfied.

"Mission! On!"

"Ding! Open the [quest] and the sword falls six thousand times! The mission begins!"

When the sound of the system appeared in his mind, Shiraishi silently closed his eyes and felt the sword pose that the system brought into his mind.

Along with the breakthrough of swordsmanship, after being promoted to Dajianhao, the difficulty of swordsmanship is also gradually increasing, from the simple upward pick at the beginning to the more difficult sword fall.

The sword stance is constantly changing, moving towards a higher level, and the power of the sword stance is gradually increasing.

After Shiraishi wrote down the sword pose in the 473 spirit world, he exited the spirit world and held the sword pose! Strike out.

Once, twice, three times, four times... a hundred times, a thousand times!

Although the sword style has been improved, it has not been mentioned much, but there are more changes and rotations in the moves, and Shiraishi's kendo foundation for nearly three years is placed there, and Shiraishi quickly becomes familiar with it.

With sweating like rain again and again, Shiraishi went from jerky at the beginning, to familiarity, and finally to a little bit of proficiency, and the speed of swinging his sword gradually became faster.

One after another sword force rippling on his body, the will in the eyes of the dark pupils is like a sword embryo, a sword embryo that has not been sharpened.

Every strike of Shiraishi is like a blacksmith hitting a sword embryo with a hammer.

Every time it was beaten, the sword embryo lost some impurities, and he needed to polish it into a sharp sword, a sharp sword that could be controlled by him.

There are not many tricks in the practice of kendo.

Even those talented kendo geniuses need to practice time and again to reach the peak of kendo, which Shiraishi has understood from the very beginning.

No money, no power, no enviable status and status, all he has is a sword in his hand.

The sword was still wielding, but a majestic aura emerged spontaneously from Shiraishi's body.