Atama's gaze froze, and the momentum of a silver-level powerhouse finally completely burst out, and that kind of strong momentum and coercion even made Sean's sword move have a momentary delay. It was this moment of sluggishness, Atama's body flickered, and he was out of Sean's attack range, no longer suppressed by Sean's stormy attack rhythm, and the battle situation once again returned to the previous situation.

Sean sighed with some pity, if he could delay it a little later, maybe he would really be able to win. It's just a pity, I didn't expect that the aristocratic young man on the other side was really not a straw bag, and he knew how to remind him, so that he wouldn't wait until the end of the day and didn't know what Lu Dao had lost.

Although Sean can compete with this master named Atama, he knows that if the opponent does not make a big mistake, he will definitely not be able to kill the opponent, and even if the opponent wants to leave, he will not be able to stay. After all, the strength of the two sides is two levels apart, which is enough to produce a coercion effect judgment, fortunately, the other party has not mastered the coercion skills, otherwise he would not have been slow and sluggish just now.

At this time, Sean missed Alfred a little, and if he was there, the current situation would be completely different.

There will never be too much nonsense when real masters and strong people fight, and those masters who like to talk nonsense have long been killed by the Jedi counterattack.

So, after Atamar got out of Sean's attack range, he just made two moves.

The first action was to readjust his breathing rhythm, and his current breathing rhythm was completely hastily changed by Sean's pressing and beating, so it was naturally impossible to let this breathing rhythm control his own combat rhythm; In the second action, he reached out and unhooked the scabbard, robe, and other useless ornaments before he lifted his sword again.

The first action changed, and Sean didn't care about it, but the second action made Sean's brows furrow.

In the entire Miracle Continent, or in the entire Miracle, there is only one class system that cares so much about the impact of these cumbersome things such as accessories, robes, scabbards, and so on. They insisted. The real fast sword is to be extremely fast in the rhythm of combat. Any slight weight will affect the performance and power of the sword technique.

So in the beginning, there was a type of player in the game who always ran around naked with only a sword, and didn't even put anything in the storage space, because it would also affect their speed. And there is no doubt that this type of player is actually quite difficult, and their way of fighting is very direct and crisp. To put it simply, it's a "fast" word, and in addition to that, they don't even have a little defense, as long as they are lightly touched, then they will be killed in seconds.

And the fifth-order profession of this system is the Wind Swordsman.

Suddenly!

Atamar completely disappeared in front of Sean!

It's not that he's too fast, too fast to catch. It's a real disappearance! If just throwing away these few things can double the speed, Sean has already started to play streaking, so the only explanation is that the other party used some kind of special ability exclusive 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 on the spot, and the saber in his hand was completely reflexively swung out.

Bottom left!

Top right!

Top left!

Bottom right!

Four red rays of light exploded in the air with the splash of four sparks.

After blocking these four swords one after another. Sean stepped on his feet. The whole person immediately jumped backwards. However, I still felt a cold chill rise up my left cheek. Without the slightest hesitation, Sean immediately turned his head sideways when he felt this chill.

"Poof!"

A faint sound exploded, and three inches down Sean's left ear, the long hair that was flying all over his head had been blown out of a small hole.

This scene is as terrible as a cascading waterfall, which has been blasted into a hole in the middle with extremely violent and terrifying force. A few strands of black silk fluttered up from mid-air, scattered by the breeze, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, after all, this hair was too thin and short.

This time, Sean's face was finally no longer as relaxed as before, because he knew that this Wind Swordsman named Atamar had begun to truly exert his might.

And that sudden blow that penetrated his hair was a special combat skill that only those who belonged to the strength above the silver level could cast!

Vindictive!

The [Physics] profession, after officially stepping into the silver level strength at the fifth order, will have a special ability of "Fighting Qi", which is also a sign of judging whether a person has officially stepped into the silver stage - at least on the Miracle Continent. There is no attribute distinction between Dou Qi, only according to the different occupations and different directions of concentration, will gradually cultivate Dou Qi with various attribute differences.

The most basic embodiment of fighting spirit is that it can be mixed into various combat skills and moves, strengthen combat ability, increase attack range, and so on.

Sean had fought against a lot of people in the class system of the Wind Swordsman in the game, so he knew very well the standard combat skills of this profession - the player's use of these combat skills was actually learned from NPCs at the beginning, but later PVP played a lot, and all kinds of starting battles will change.

So Sean knows very well that the flash of the wind, coupled with the four consecutive strikes of the flash sword, and the addition of a fighting spirit or flash stabbing sword after the most slugging, this is the standard combat rhythm of the wind swordsman. And whether it is a fighting spirit attack or a flash stabbing sword, the closer the distance, the more powerful it is, so Sean will immediately choose to withdraw and retreat after blocking the four consecutive attacks of the flash sword, if not, the attack of the fighting spirit just now will directly penetrate his throat.

Atamar also seemed to be a little surprised that Sean was able to dodge this series of fierce killing moves, and he felt a little surprised in his heart, and he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt about his judgment just now: Could it be that this guy is really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? But soon, Atama's gaze fell on Sean's right hand, and he had noticed that Sean's right hand seemed to be trembling slightly, although the range of movements was extremely light, and Sean was also trying his best to suppress it, but this did not escape his observation.

So, Atama knew that Sean was already at the end of the crossbow, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

In the next second, the whole person once again completely disappeared in front of Sean!

The wind is flashing!

Flashing Sword Quadruple Strike!

All the attack moves are exactly the same as the last time, but the strength and speed are slightly faster, which is already the limit of what Atama can play. He had already judged from the slight trembling of Sean's right hand that his opponent was completely unable to withstand his own attack, and this strength gap was correct, otherwise, what was the purpose of working so hard to break through the realm?

Without the slightest surprise, these two attacks were once again blocked by Sean swinging his sword. Then Atamar saw Sean retreat quickly again, only this time, he did not intend to attack with the little fighting spirit left in his body, but pursued it with an arrow, and the light sword in his hand turned into a lightning bolt and bit out of a poisonous snake, stabbing towards Sean's heart, since his master said that it didn't matter even if he killed the other party, then of course he would not be polite!

However, just when he had just cast the flash stabbing sword, Atama saw Sean's originally solemn face, and suddenly exhaled a breath with a slight ease, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then his heart was shocked for no reason.

"Finally got you." Sean exhaled a cloudy breath, "Silver Scale Curse Mark!" ”

The spell mark pattern on his left hand suddenly bloomed with a strange red light, and countless silver scales suddenly appeared on his entire left hand, and then quickly covered Sean's entire left arm.

On the silver scales, there is a faint dark red light flowing, but it does not look weird, but under the sunlight, it exudes a kind of shining brilliance, and has a unique beauty.

Immediately after, Sean waved his hand and aimed his palm at the sword that stabbed him in the heart.

Listening to the crisp sound of "Qiang", the light sword in Atama's hand actually broke inch by inch after hitting Sean's left hand covered with scales! In just a second, the light sword in Atama's hand was completely reduced to a sword hilt, and the momentum on his body became decadent at this moment, and then he felt a chill on his neck, and the long sword in Sean's hand was already on his neck.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, an angry roar sounded, and a dignified-looking middle-aged man led a group of real royal guards wearing armor to step over, "You! Hurry up and put the sword down for me! Do you mercenaries want to rebel? ”

"Rebellion?" Sean turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Is this person a Duchy soldier?" ”

"He's a knight of House Sebarox!" The nobleman who was arguing with Sean immediately ran over after seeing this majestic-looking middle-aged man, and at the same time did not forget to answer Sean's words, "I am the fourth in line to the Sebarox family, and they are the guards responsible for protecting me!" ”

"So he's not a Duchy soldier anymore?" Sean nodded slightly, and with a swipe of his right hand, a bloody arrow splattered out.

Atamar's eyes widened, and he felt a little breathless, and he clutched his hands around his throat, but he couldn't stop the blood from pouring out of his hands. And the other people around him looked even more incredulous, no one expected that Sean would dare to kill in front of this middle-aged man! Even the aristocratic boy was stunned, and he didn't expect this to be the result at all.

Immediately after that, there was another scream from the city gate, and then everyone saw the spears of thirty Northland barbarians thrown out in unison, and the screams suddenly disappeared.

The middle-aged man's face was already gloomy: "You dare to kill someone in front of me!" ”

"Kill and kill, how?" Sean looked calm, "Do you still want to cure my sins?" In what name? (To be continued.) )