Ulysses is not very clear about the effect of the guard posture in the legendary Book of Sword Saint. However, the effect of the guard posture he used is very simple.

"Wow!" Just barely blocked An's attack with his sword, Ulysses flew into the sky with his sword.

It is vulnerable, not worth mentioning, and has no power to fight back. It is appropriate to describe this huge battle. In fact, although Ulysses is already desperately defending, he couldn't even survive the first round in front of An's attack.

When he smelled the strange burning smell, he had already flown into the sky and then fell heavily from the air.

"Bang!" The almost broken wooden sword fell out of his hand and fell beside him.

However, Ulysses could no longer hear this sound. In the face of An's first powerful impact, he lost consciousness early and hit the ground.

"Really so weak?" An looked at the unconscious Ulysses in disbelief. When she realized that her opponent's defense was useless, she had already shown some mercy, but she still knocked him away.

She had no resistance at all, just like a layman who had never learned swordsmanship at all, and she had not even formed the instinct to automatically relieve shocks in her body. From birth to now, she had never fought with such a "weak" enemy.

But the sword style he used just now was indeed very clever. The defensive posture of the sword in the center, like a mountain, unconsciously putting heavy pressure on people.

"Cough...cough..." After a brief loss of consciousness, Ulysses woke up from his coma.

It hurts, it hurts, and the whole body is so painful. After receiving the terrible frontal impact, it is all wailing. In this way, not to mention continuing to fight, it is a problem whether you can stand up or not.

Sure enough, he was no match at all... Ulysses smiled bitterly. Not to mention fighting again, it would be a miracle that he could wake up now.

Sure enough, An is very strong, very strong. Even if he can't compare with a genius like Lasha, he is definitely far beyond him as an ordinary person.

The battle is over. He is not an opponent and he cannot even have a chance to fight back. Even if he stands up, he will only be killed in seconds like this.

So, give up, don’t have to fight anymore, even if you pick up the sword, the result will not change.

Is this OK? What sound can be heard in my ears? It seems to be a sound from a very far and far place, and it seems to be close to you. In my vague consciousness, I can only vaguely tell that it is a female voice.

"That's it, give up the sword in your hand?"

There is nothing I can do about it. I am no match for her. Even if I pick up the sword again, the result will not change.

"Because you can't defeat the enemy, do you have to choose to give up?"

Yes, isn't this a matter of course?

"With the opportunity still, just because the enemy is stronger than yourself, even the confidence and will to fight are lost?"

If this is not the case, what should I do?

"Sword, pick up the sword."

This time, the voice told Ulysses with a strong will to what he should do, and when Ulysses realized this, he had already stood up and picked up the nearly broken sword.

It's so heavy, so heavy, is it an illusion? This sword is many times heavier than before, as if it was carrying something on its back.

The pain that the limbs could not be stopped seemed to be about to crack. Every time I breathed, my lungs were filled with hot air and a sweet smell of blood.

But even so, the hand holding the sword had not let go, as if unconsciously he was chasing the sword, or what the sword represented.

"Stand up." An stared at the shaky Ulysses. If he were an ordinary person, he would not have the strength to stand up again if he took over the impact technique of Agunis' military sword technique.

Sure enough, something different or extraordinary happened. The young man standing in front of her now was completely different from what he had just now.

After taking her blow with his body, his hands, shoulders, and chest were undoubtedly injured, and his combat power should have been greatly weakened.

But, she couldn't see this in his eyes.

What kind of eyes are there, loneliness, pride, and self-confidence, as if even one person faces the whole world, he will not retreat at all.

Even though he had only a wooden sword that was about to be broken in his hand, it gave her the feeling of a legendary feeling that she had traveled through countless battlefields and stood at the peak that ordinary people could not imagine.

Danger, dangerous, very dangerous. Feeling the strong temperament that cannot be described in words, An's body was trembling. The dragon blood flowing in her blood told her that the person standing in front of her now was very strong, and he was simply not on the same level as her.

At this moment, Ulysses saw another world.

So lonely, there is no light. The only thing that spreads in his eyes is bright red blood, like a wilderness dyed red by blood. He is standing in the center of this wilderness, on the hill surrounded by countless weapons, and nothing else.

Some strange fluctuations spread in this secret valley, and in this place where Ulysses and Ulya and Lasha often play together, something seemed to be slowly waking up.

"sword……"

"The sword is..."

"here……"

Accompanied by the sound that only Ulysses could hear, the almost broken wooden sword in his hand emitted a strange light, a light intertwined with cyan and white.

Just as the princess from the Dragon Kingdom added the burning marks of flame to the ordinary wooden sword with her own blood power, a certain force from under this land is also changing the sword in Ulysses's hand.

The blue-white light wrapped around the sword that was about to be broken, repairing the broken sword and giving it new life.

However, it was not the glory of miracles, but the glory of sadness that was as sad as crying. Ulysses, holding this sword, could feel the sorrow of this sword and the despair of this sword.

That strong will will not disappear even after a thousand years; as long as the world needs this sword one day, as long as the ideal is still there, the master of this sword will not die even if he wants to die, and he will continue to fight even if he fails many times.

Therefore, she could not give up the sword in her hand, and she could not give up her last companion.

For her, perhaps she had nothing but sword.
Chapter completed!