If there is a ranking, Lian Sheng must be the person Yan Shuo hates the most.

This person can't chat with him. It really makes people unable to like him.

At dusk, a broken-arm mecha spoke provocative words to the enemy plane in front of him.

Even though I am at an absolute disadvantage now, I seem to be completely careless.

She was very relaxed. She was expressing her relaxation wholeheartedly.

The people of Sanyao are very familiar with this picture.

"The one-armed general returns to the world?"

"It sounds very passionate, but comrades must recognize the reality. She lacks an arm that can defend, how should she fight behind? Pojun's defense is very useless."

"It seems that Western swordsmanship is more powerful? Now it has the advantage. Moreover, swordsmanship looks more gentlemanly. He has become more flexible with the heavy-duty mechas that are like pigs."

"Get out and humiliate the pig."

"The most powerful thing is not Western swordsmanship or Eastern ancient martial arts, but people. Who can use it more powerfully? I feel that the general in front did not perform well."

"Yan Shuo looks easy to talk, but he is very fierce when fighting. I suggest she admit defeat early to avoid being too ugly at that time."

"Don't say it's good-looking or not."

Losing a left arm for defense is definitely not just a person losing a hand.

After the mecha is dismantled, its complete surface defense is equivalent to being destroyed.

If you win in the early stage, you can use the special material on your left arm to block the artillery fire, but now, she must avoid it with all her might. The lines inside the mecha are connected, and the opponent attacks her wounds. The winning streak will soon be ejected from the cockpit due to line problems.

Does she understand the current situation?

It seems that I don't understand.

Lian Sheng said: "I like swords very much. So I also like people who like swords very much."

Yan Shuo frowned and said, "What?"

"Looking at a person's sword, you can see this person. Even with the same sword technique, different people can practice different flavors." Lian Sheng raised his head and said, "Your sword tells me that you are a very pragmatic person, and every sword you have fallen at the most appropriate place."

Yan Shuo didn't know what she was talking about, so he held it in for a long time and said, "I said I don't like you."

Lian Sheng said: "Oh, it doesn't matter if you like me or not. Also, what I like is your kendo, not you. Don't get me wrong."

Yan Shuo: "..."

Lian Sheng raised his sword, she was so unfamiliar with this sword.

"If possible, I want to know you a little better. Play with you for a while." Lian Sheng shrugged, "But since it's a game, then forget it. If you go on, you will lose."

Yan Shuo: "..."

What is this guy talking about?

Yan Shuo was the first swordsman she met here. Western swordsmanship was the first swordsmanship she came into contact with.

No matter which one it is, it makes her feel a kind of mutual appreciation.

Yan Shuo said in a hellish tone: "You mean you are asking me?"

Lian Sheng stretched out his only arm and said to him: "Come now."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Yan Shuo's tone suddenly became a little spiked, "But I don't like you, nor do I like swords!"

Lian Sheng tilted his head: "Don't you like swords?"

Yan Shuo shouted, rushed towards her again with a lunge.

His long sword was pressed towards Lian Sheng's left arm, trying to point directly into the cockpit from her incompleteness, or dismantle her mecha little by little to achieve his goal.

Yan Shuo's sword is more flexible, while Lian Sheng's sword is too bulky.

But she used her heavy sword to make the same move as Yan Shuo.

He used the back section of the sword body to block his peak, then pressed his wrist to the side with a slanted wrist, jumped in small steps to adjust his position, and stabbed forward.

The attack she imitated temporarily successfully forced Yan Shuo to retreat.

All the spectators were shocked and thought they were dazzled.

The few fake swords, the movements and postures of pulling and closing steps, the shaking of wrists, and the grasp of the timing...

They did see the shadow of Western swordsmanship in Lian Sheng.

Pojun is lighter than Lidai, so the movements are fast and sharp, and the attacks are full of agility.

Compared to the image displayed by Liba, Pojun seems to have more souls as Western swordsmen.

How is this possible? This is being stolen by...?!

Yan Shuo was a little surprised at first. He retreated and kept the distance, while the person opposite him showed the same starting point as he had before.

He has practiced Western swordsmanship for more than ten years, so he knows that Lian Sheng’s current movements are not similar, but standard.

It was the position he had to stand in the backyard in the cold winter and heat. It was the position he had to stand in the backyard. It was the position he was remembered by his body.

The shock in my heart is indescribable.

Anger. Anger burst out like an erupting volcanic magma. Yan Shuo could not accept this fact.

"Are you learning from me? Do you think you can learn it with just a glance?" Yan Shuo roared fiercely at her, "Stop showing off your talent here!"

Yan Shuo once again stabbed towards Lian Sheng.

Lian Sheng seemed to be deliberately trying to anger him. Without using ancient martial arts anymore, she used her clumsy wide-blade sword to compete with the same moves as the heavy mecha. She used the attacks Yan Shuo had used before.

The main attack action of Western swords is to stab, but one hand and half sword can also be used to chop like a single sword.

Since the moves used will be imitated, Yan Shuo simply came up with the moves he had not used before.

He changed his style of using swords and turned into a model that is both offensive and defensive like Italian swordsmanship.

However, the winning streak once again disappointed him.

A person who can only imitate is hard to imitate.

Lian Sheng has been immersed in swordsmanship for a long time. She has mastered the sword techniques of various sects and sects and understood the purpose of each move. She knows why the next move is the next move, and then she understands what the next move should be when encountering special circumstances.

All the tricks that have been tempered for thousands of years and are still passed down to later generations have their indescribable shining points.

This requires continuous repeated battles to be experienced. Only by constantly repeated battles can the complex and useless parts of the moves be removed.

Yan Shuo may not understand.

Every move of his is the soul of the swordsman.

And when this sword is in the hands of a winning streak, winning streak will give it its own soul!

Pojun is not as powerful as heavy equipment, but there are ways to make up for it.

Lian Sheng then brought the thruster assistive technology that he had learned from Liangliang's light bulb before.

Yan Shuo's long sword slashed obliquely.

His sword has a heavy mass at the tail end, and the center of gravity of the sword itself is in the back section, so it is suitable for his sword technique.

Seeing this, the winning streak accelerated a flashback. Yan Shuo changed the angle halfway, caught up with him in small steps, and stepped up the attack.

However, Lian Sheng was a vile move, and suddenly the ancient martial arts movements were added. She leaned back, her heels were spinning lightly, and she flashed over the sword body.

Yan Shuo could not predict her movements at all. In amazement, she had switched from defense to attacking.

quick!

Too fast!

The figure seemed to have a phantom, and Yan Shuo's eyes and movements could hardly catch up with her speed.

At such a speed, how can she maintain her movements coherence?

Is this Pojun? He fought for the battle and showed no mercy.

Is this the winning streak that was clumsy and reckless in the past? Is this the same person?

Yan Shuo's figure was reflected in Lian Sheng's eyes. She dismantled every move and seemed to see the scene of her iron sword stabbing the other party.

Then, she stretched out her hand without hesitation.

The slender sword body overlapped with the predicted scene, passed through all obstacles, drove straight into it, and indeed hit the other party in the chest.

Po Jun had only one arm left, but he was not timid at all. The movements opened and closed, which looked unexpectedly effective.

The two of them went back and forth, never giving in to each other. They were all showing off their attack sword skills and swearing to be a good score.

The competition between ancient Eastern martial arts and Western swordsmanship has changed for some reason why the internal duel of Western swordsmanship has changed.

Yan Shuo may be in a state of impetuousness, or he may be caused by the speed of winning streaks. Even though his movements are as standard as ever, the frequency of moves is faster.

He is in chaos!

The winning streak seized the excellent opportunity, and the rhythm under his feet changed again. The sword edge changed and changed back to the sword technique he was used to. He took back the initiative and attacked the opponent's cockpit.

Once, once, again, again.
To be continued...