Stunning Edge Chapter 143: Basten story
Using a big sword as a weapon, the attack moves are not complicated, and almost every move is straightforward. However, even these simple moves can show the beauty of the power and speed of a warrior, which is also followed by most warrior on Immemorial Continent.
To sum up the characteristics of the great sword in one word, that is: overbearing.
Basten As a star-level swordsman, his grasp of the big sword in his hands seems as if the sword is part of his body, without revealing the shortcomings of the big sword at all—heavy, but at a very weird angle, Approach Kenyon quickly.
From Ling Feng's point of view, the elliptical arc drawn by Basten's great sword looks like the Toyo sword's moves that have been seen before. It just adds a little strength and looks slightly weird.
Kenyon's eyes turned to Basten. The big sword in his hand almost cut the sword of Basten in almost the same way. With a clang, the two swords intersect, emitting a dazzling brilliance. The red fighting spirit of Basten was slightly dimmed; the purple fighting spirit of Kenyon exploded quickly and overshadowed the red light.
When the two pass by, the Basten clearly feels that his hands are shaking.
"This is the gap between the ninth-order warrior and Sub-Saint." George explained to Montero, "whether it is in strength or control of weapons, the ninth-order warrior is much worse than Sub-Saint, even if Basten is in a good time, The momentum is occupying a favorable position, but in the face of absolute power, all moves are vanity. "
"That is to say, Basten lost?" Montero asked, and looked at Ling Feng.
"Finished." George decided indifferently. Even though Basten's moves are a bit strange, in the eyes of a higher level of George, Basten's moves are not very threatening, unless Basten also advances to Sub-Saint, then the advantages of the moves will appear.
Presumably, Kenyon, which is also Sub-Saint, can also see this.
Sure enough, in the following competitions, no matter how the Basten's sword moves changed, Kenyon always braked statically. Each move forced Basten and his deeper level than the test fight. Basten The speed and consistency of the moves are affected. At this time, it is only a matter of time before the defeat of Basten.
"Hmm--" Olmos frowned, sighing as he watched Basten's sword move. There was a hint of tears in his eyes, especially when he saw the persistence and persistence of Basten on the stage.
Ling Feng finds Olmos's expression a little weird. Even if Basten fails, it is not unacceptable to lose in the hands of a Sub-Saint?
"Teacher thinks of Basten's past." Rijkaard looked at Ling Feng's confused expression and explained.
"Oh!" Ling Feng replied a little inexplicably.
Looking at Basten again, still stubbornly attacking Kenyon in its own way. In the eyes of Ling Feng, such an attack seems a bit futile. The spirit is commendable, but does not have much substantive meaning. So he signaled to Montero: "In this round, we give in."
When Basten gets down to the battle, he doesn't have the failure of decadence on his face, but a hint of thought.
"Did you feel that your test against Kenyon was completely lost in strength?" Ling Feng asked intentionally or unintentionally.
Basten looked a little surprised at Ling Feng.
"Nothing strange." Ling Feng smiled lightly, then looked around and said, "I'm afraid everyone here thinks so, right?"
Basten hasn't answered yet, but Gullit is the first to say: "The strength of Tier Nine, it is normal to lose to Sub-Saint." And Rijkaard and others, including the five women, nodded. I'm afraid Basten can't get through in face. If it is not Sub-Saint, Basten in the middle of the ninth stage, but it has beaten the brilliant record of the ninth stage peak warrior.
"If you think so, then you can never surpass the ninth level." Ling Feng said lightly, and then his eyes turned to the third prince. The three princes were looking proudly, with some provocation in their eyes. Behind the three princes, there is also Jordaxi and others, with a bright smile on his face.
"What do you mean?" Basten heard the words of Ling Feng, and his eyes burst into brilliance, especially the indifferent temperament on Ling Feng, which strongly suggested that Basten was just compared with Sub-Saint. Could it be the strength of Ling Feng, and already is Sub-Saint? But is there such a young Sub-Saint on the mainland?
Basten's mind suddenly flashed a beautiful figure, also young, with dark hair in Tsing Yi, coming from the snow.
"Oh, nothing interesting." Ling Feng ignored the provocation of the three princes, but said to Basten, "Isn't your previous sword move like this now?" See Basten, and Olmos and others All nodded, Ling Feng continued: "I guess, at the beginning, you should not use two-handed sword, but single-handed sword. I don't know why you abandoned single-handed sword and switched to two-handed sword."
"How do you know?" Not only Basten is curious, but Olmos and other people who know the Basten are also curious about Ling Feng. Wan Ye Mingyao among the five women even uttered an ah, blurted out. There was a mystery in his eyes.
"I see it in your test moves," Ling Feng said. In Magic Beast Forest, Ling Feng didn't pay much attention to Basten's sword moves. That's because at that time, there was a person more worthy of Ling Feng attention than Basten, Simon.
Simon's sword moves have the characteristics of single-handed sword, which is more elegant and light. This is closer to Ling Feng's own Falling Flowers Swordsmanship. After two or three months in the upper reaches of the mainland, Ling Feng discovered that the swordsmanship here was completely represented by ruggedness and strength. A sword move like Simon can only be said to be a different kind.
Basten's moves nowadays are felt. After all, Basten's sword tricks are quite strange to those who use two-handed sword; to Ling Feng from single-handed sword, it looks a bit different.
"Can we start the second game?" At this time, Montero came over and asked Ling Feng.
"Well, let's get started." Ling Feng nodded.
"The three princes hope that this second game will be played by you first." Montero said.
"Oh?" Ling Feng heard the words, looked at the three princes who are quite proud on the other side, and said, "It's not bad, let us play first."
On the Ling Feng side, the strength on the surface is naturally Ling Feng with Baijiahei (white plus black). If Ling Feng plays in this round, then already won the three princes of the next game. Even if they lost in this game, in the third game, their other Sub-Saint was not able to cope with anyone on the Ling Feng side.
If Ling Feng waits until the third game, they will send Sub-Saint in the second game, which is a win situation.
As long as the Sub-Saint and Ling Feng are staggered in the remaining two games, the three princes will basically win.
Sub-Saint is it? There was a smile on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, and he said to Ling Ling: "Ling'er, come and let my brother hug." Ling Ling, like a bird, rushed into the arms of Ling Feng. A face of jealousy. They thought of many ways, but they didn't succeed.
"Ling'er, is it up to you to do this?" Ling Feng asked softly.
"Okay, okay." Ling Ling exclaimed happily, "I went up and flattened him."
"Uh, you don't need to fight flat, just bomb him down." Ling Feng said.
"Don't you really need to flatten him?" Ling Ling beaked his mouth, and was a little unhappy. Stepping down, that's not a matter of two or three, why should you go up yourself? "Then let Xiaohei go."
"Little black?" Ling Feng glanced at Heiyu (black feather) with some pride, thinking under his heart, Heiyu (black feather), when calculated, also has the strength of Sub-Saint, coupled with its superiority in the air, failure will not happen, winning may be somewhat trouble. "Well, let Xiao Hei go. But you have to come on stage and watch Xiao Hei."
"Well. I'll direct Xiao Hei." Ling Ling nodded happily.
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"Here, are you really ready for the second round to let her play?" Montero looked at Ling Feng and Ling Ling between three or two sentences, and then decided the candidate, but he was not happy at all. Let Ling Ling this little girl come to power.
Gullit was also very surprised. Cassano even prepared itself to play. After all, except for Ling Feng, among the remaining three, they are all eighth-order strength. And he has eighth-order card tricks to help. If card tricks keep flying in the air, and the magic attack of Cassano, even if it is against Sub-Saint, it is not a win.
The premise is that the other party ’s only Tier 8 flight class magic beast, not the Sub-Saint magic beast pet that has not yet appeared.
Just, Ling Feng's decision was too sudden.
"I'm against it." Wan Mingming Yao suddenly said to Ling Feng, "No matter what, you can't let Ling Ling take risks. Is there anyone like you who is your brother?"