Chapter 153 (1/2)

Atama's eyes were frozen. As a silver strength, his momentum finally broke out completely. The strong momentum even made Sean's sword move slow for a moment. It was the slowness of this moment that Atama was out of Sean's attack range and was no longer suppressed by Sean's stormy attack rhythm, and the battle situation returned to the previous situation again.

Sean sighed with regret. If he could delay a little later, maybe he could really win. It's just a pity. I didn't expect that the noble boy of the other party was really not a straw bag. He knew how to give a word of warning, so he didn't know why he lost in the end.

Although Sean can compete with this expert named Atama, he knows that if the other party doesn't make a big mistake, he will never be able to kill the other party. Even if the other party wants to go, he can't stay. After all, the strength of both sides differs by two levels, which is enough to judge the effect of coercion. Fortunately, the other party does not master the skills of coercion, otherwise he would not be as simple as a slow and stagnant point just now.

At this time, Sean missed Alfred a little. If he were here, the situation would be completely different.

Real experts never have too much nonsense when they fight with the strong. Those experts who like to talk nonsense have long been killed by the Jedi counterattack.

So, after Atama left Sean's attack range, he just did two actions.

The first action was to readjust his breathing rhythm. His current breathing rhythm was hastily changed by Sean's pressure, so it was naturally impossible for this breathing rhythm to control his fighting rhythm; The second action was that he stretched out his hand to remove the scabbard, robe and other useless decorations, and then lifted the sword again.

The first movement change, Sean didn't care and wouldn't pay attention to it, but the second movement made Sean frown.

In the whole miracle continent, or in the whole miracle, only one professional system will care so much about the impact of these cumbersome things, such as jewelry, robe, scabbard and so on. They insisted that the real fast sword should be fast to the extreme fighting rhythm, and any slight weight will affect the exertion and power of sword skills.

So at the beginning of the game, there was a kind of player who always ran naked everywhere with only a sword, and didn't even put anything in the storage space, because it would also affect their speed. There is no doubt that this kind of players are actually quite difficult to deal with. Their fighting style is very direct and straightforward. In a simple word, it is a word of ”fast”. In addition, they don't even have any defense. As long as they are touched by someone, they will directly kill the second.

The fifth level profession of this system is wind swordsman.

Suddenly!

Atama completely disappeared in front of Sean!

This is not that he is too fast to capture, but that he really disappears! If only throwing away these things can double the speed, Sean has already started to run naked, so the only explanation is that the other party used some special ability that belongs to the wind swordsman!

Sean didn't hesitate at all. Almost his naked eyes caught the moment when Atama completely disappeared, he immediately turned around, and the sword in his hand was waved out like a conditioned reflex.

Lower left!

Top right!

Top left!

Lower right!

Four red lights burst out in the air with the splash of four sparks.

After blocking the Four Swords in succession, Sean took a step under his feet, and the whole man immediately jumped back. However, he still felt a chilly chill rising on his left cheek without hesitation. When Sean felt the chill, he immediately turned his head and sideways.

”Poof!”

A faint sound blew up. Three inches down Sean's left ear, his long hair had been blown out of a small hole.

This scene is like a falling waterfall, which is as terrible as a water hole in the middle with extreme violence and terrible power. A few strands of black silk flew up from the air, scattered all over the sky by the breeze, and disappeared in the sight of everyone in an instant. After all, the hair is too thin and too short.

This time, Sean's face was no longer as relaxed as before, because he knew that the gust swordsman named Atama had begun to be really powerful.

And that sudden blow that runs through his hair is a special fighting skill that can only be used by those with strength above silver level!