Nightmare's Call

Chapter 029

After being chased 200 meters by the rotten swordsman, Lin Sheng was surprised that his physical strength was so good, but also shocked by his opponent's ferocity.

At the same time, they paid more attention to the fighting instinct of mercenaries.

"I'm also lucky to get this special instinct that can only be exercised between life and death. This time, it's really helping me to find out the effect of this ability."

Lin Sheng stood in place to rest for a while. He felt that in his dream, his physical strength would recover faster than in reality.

He was very tired before, but he recovered after more than ten minutes.

Chi stabs the black sword into the ground. He squats down and reaches for a handful of black soil.

The black soil is cold and hard, mixed with a lot of grass-roots black silk thread, as well as small pieces of black stones scattered.

Lin Sheng gently pinched it, the soil was loose, and then put it on his nose to smell it.

A stink of rotten meat came on my face.

He picked up, clapped his hands and pulled out his sword.

"Let's see if we can figure out who this guy is from the memory of the soldiers guarding the city before."

Several names flashed through his mind. His face was silent.

"Give it a try... Since you stop here and don't chase, the most likely one is one of these people."

Carrying the black sword, Lin Sheng took a step forward slowly.

Just over the post with the Black Hawk pennant.

Poop, poop, poop

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the fog ahead.

Lin Sheng's pupil shrank. The tip of the black sword moved forward and pointed down to the ground. The whole body is tight and ready to work.

This posture is called center iron gate. It seems to be an offensive posture, but it is actually the most commonly used main defense posture in basic posture.

Soon, less than three breaths.

A black figure came rushing from the fog. His black sword was on the right side and his step was like a mad bull.

There is no time to think about how to deal with it. Lin Sheng only takes a breath from seeing the other side appear to cutting the sword.

He quickly lifted his sword up and swung it with all his strength.

Dang.

The two swords collided in an instant.

In the moonlight, the black sword of the rotten swordsman was dealt with in advance by Lin Sheng and swung up.

But he didn't mess at all. He turned 360 degrees and the black sword hit again.

Lin Sheng felt that his whole body was weak, so he quickly stepped back.

Chi, the black sword of the rotten swordsman suddenly swept a centimeter in front of him. From top to bottom, it fell into the black soil.

The sharp black blade, following the inertia, instantly sank into the ground for nearly a third.

"Right now!" Lin Sheng's eyes brightened. He jumped forward, summoned up all his strength, and stabbed the black sword forward.

The rotten swordsman still wants to pull out his weapon, but the blade is too deep to pull out quickly.

This missed the opportunity, he didn't have time to react, poof, was stabbed by Lin Sheng on the spot.

Poof!

The slender blade of the black Sword Pierced straight into his chest and heart, and hit the sword guard with black blood.

Most of the sword body penetrated from the back of the rotten swordsman, and the black blood dripping from the blade.

"Big money!" Lin Sheng made use of the soft black soil to calculate successfully. At this time, his heart relaxed and he was happy. That is, the other side of this monster has no brain, for a normal person, will not be hit.

Unfortunately, before he was happy, a sharp pain spread from his abdomen.

Lin Sheng unsteadily released his sword handle, stepped back two steps, and looked down at his belly.

I don't know when there will be an extra dagger. A dagger with a curved hilt like a black snake.

The dagger went deep into his abdomen, accompanied by pain and a faint numbness.

Lin Sheng, who has many soldiers' memories, immediately distinguished that it was the feeling of some kind of toxin spreading.

"Horizontal wipe... Careless..."

He endured the pain, learning the way of TV drama, reached out to hold the dagger and pulled it out.

Poof!

The blood sprayed on his hand, spilled on the ground, wet and visible.

"Horizontal trough... Spray more!! I'm dying! "

Lin Sheng felt as if he had a hole in his stomach. He was constantly leaking air.

"It's not a feeling, it's a hole..."

He put his hand over his stomach and sat down.

One meter in front of him, the rotten swordsman was lying on the ground, motionless and dead.

A trace of black smoke is slowly transpiration from each other, and then condensed into a line, flying towards him silently.

Chi for a while, the black line accurately into the heart of Lin Sheng.

"Fortunately... No loss..." Lin Sheng immediately felt a familiar headache.