Chapter 100

Everyone backed away and gave way to the open space in front of the temple. Haselin said loudly: "Ren, Yates, the courage to pursue love is what ladies like to see, but in front of the lady's temple, I don't want to see someone so If you want to die, you must be restrained in your swordsmanship competition, and you must not cause damage to the temple and garden."

"Yes, Your Excellency President."

Immediately after Yates responded, there was action.

He reached out and plucked the lyre behind his back, the strings vibrated and made a beautiful sound.

This musical instrument is a very unique enchanted equipment. The sound of the piano has magical waves, and the sound waves fall on Yates, making his eyes brighter and more energetic, and his figure becomes lighter, as if he is about to blend into the sound of the piano Among them, it moves with the sound.

Ren listened to the sound of the piano, but did not take any action. Instead, he was very interested in Yates' methods.

When observing Yates at close range just now, he discovered that this person's soul element is very rare, and he is a very rare magic swordsman.

Ordinary magic swordsmen, after the soul transformation is advanced, will choose to fuse certain elemental affinity elements, attach the power of the elements to the sword, and combine it with swordsmanship, which is extremely powerful.

And what Yates integrated is not the affinity element, but the "sound and shape".

Ryan had just finished reading the entire set of the Book of Thousand Souls recently, and recognized this rare element at a glance, which belongs to a kind of supernatural power, which can be activated by both soul power and physical power.

The shape of sound can integrate the soul power into the sound to form a substance to achieve the effect of self-enhancement or attacking the enemy.

In essence, this is actually a kind of magic, but the method of casting is different.

Yates uses the shape of sound as the core element, and combines several elements such as "phantom sound", "psychological suggestion", "motivation", "deceleration force field", "roar" and so on. Get up and achieve a variety of different combat effects.

I have to say, this is a very amazing idea.

This is almost a brand new extraordinary profession, which belongs to the branch of magic swordsman. Ren is very curious, what should this rare profession be called?

travelling poet? Or bard magic swordsman?

Wren had discovered early on that Yates wasn't the only one with a voice.

Among the priests present, there were three other people, like Yates, who took the shape of sound as the core and integrated various elements about sound.

"This should be a new profession created by Ms. Long Hair for believers, similar to priests in other churches, but it is not perfect yet."

Many thoughts flashed through Ren's mind, and suddenly, the rhythm of the piano sound changed suddenly, and killing intent arose everywhere.

Driven by the soul power, the lyre behind Yates continuously emitted sound waves, covering a large area.

The sound went straight into his brain, like a magic sound piercing his ears, with a sense of distress, which made Renn's thinking sluggish, his vision blurred, and Yates was lost.

In the next second, the light of a long sword rippled out from the side of his body, the blade was bright, and at the same time, it was vibrating extremely fast, sending out sound waves one after another.

Every sound wave is like substance, like a transparent sharp blade, sweeping forward.

Behind the sky full of swords is Yates, staring at Ren, his eyes full of cold killing intent.

The sword light flashed past.

Almost at the same moment, Ren's figure disappeared with a swipe, the long sword swung in the air, and more than a dozen sonic blades slashed on the ground, leaving a scratch.

"He charged out of the way."

Yates reacted extremely quickly, stretched out his hand to pluck the lyre, and the sound of the lyre changed again, like ripples spread out in circles.

Sound wave caught up with Ren who was charging, and he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and his speed slowed down a bit.

Ren knew that this was a "deceleration force field".

He continued to charge forward without turning his head, changed direction, and his figure drew an arc. The short sword in his hand stabbed to the side, like a long eye in the back of his head, and stabbed Yates who was rushing up.

"How did he find me?"

Yates was caught off guard, he obviously covered the sound of his footsteps under the sound of the piano, and was so fast that he was discovered in advance.

With a clang, the two swords clashed.

Ren didn't want to break Viola's superb dagger, so he only used 30% of his strength.

Even so, Yates was still a little hard to resist, the right hand holding the sword went numb, the vibrating blade stopped immediately, and the sonic blades disappeared one after another.

Ren took a sharp step forward, dashing forward with the short sword, and simply made a straight thrust in the imperial military swordsmanship.

Accurate, fast, powerful.

The short sword pierced the air, and the tip of the sword was like a little cold light, which made people palpitate.

Yates raised his sword to block, and at the same time opened his mouth to let out a "roar".

Roar is a very common and common element. It deters the enemy with sound. After the strengthening of the shape of the sound, it comes out of Yatez's mouth. The deterrent effect is comparable to the fear spell.

However, Ren turned a deaf ear to the roar, as if he couldn't hear it.

He was not disturbed in any way, and the dagger in his hand was fast and accurate, without the slightest pause.

Bang!

Yates barely held his long sword across his body, blocking the thrust.

The huge force from the sword made him back involuntarily, but before he could unload his strength and adjust his steps, Ren's short sword stabbed in front of him again.

The cold light flickered, and the vigor struck people.

Yates had no other choice but to block with a long sword. This kind of exhausting defense allowed him to master many advanced swordsmanship, but none of them could be used.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

Ren stabbed multiple swords and pressed people with force. He used the simplest straight stab, forcing Yates to retreat in embarrassment, and he couldn't even get out of the way.

Although Yates' lyre was still making sounds, changing sound waves, and all kinds of magic, trying to interfere with Ryan, but it didn't work at all.

Ren's eyes were focused, like a deaf man who couldn't hear the sound at all.

This made the priests watching the battle dumbfounded.

Yates's swordsmanship, they all have experience, is unrivaled in Longshande's Goodness Church, but they did not expect to be beaten by Rennes except for the first sword showing a little power.

What surprised them the most was that Ren's swordsmanship was just one move, but it was so amazingly powerful.

The open space in front of the temple was not large. After Yates resisted a few dagger stabs, he was forced to retreat to the edge, and he would step into the garden if he retreated.

He was so depressed that he was going crazy, but he couldn't think of a way to break it.

The right hand holding the sword almost lost consciousness, and the tiger's mouth was already bloody from the shock of the terrible force.

"What kind of bullshit swordsmanship is this..."

"I can't lose!"

Yeates yelled crazily in his heart. Suddenly, the long sword in his hand made a loud bang, and the blade snapped off.

His mind was blank. His sword was a high-quality enchanted weapon with an extremely tough texture. How could it be broken by a spellcasting dagger?

Then, Yates saw the broken sword that flew out and was caught by Ren with his bare hands.

The sharp blade failed to cut through Ren's hand, but turned around and inserted it into his chest!

As the pain came, he couldn't believe it, he was defeated like this, and even his life was about to be lost.

Ren took two steps back and said softly, "The tip of the sword is only a little away from your heart. As long as you don't move around, you won't die."

Yates trembled when he heard the words, and stood there, not even daring to move, for fear that the broken sword would be involved and his heart would be pierced.

He looked down at his chest, revealing a half-cut sword.

It was only then that he discovered that each of Ren's straight thrusts accurately hit the same point on the sword, so he was able to break his long sword.

Yates was shocked, coughed, his face turned pale from the pain, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

The priests around also heard Ren's words, and they were all amazed at Ren's swordsmanship. It seemed simple and extensive, but in fact it was meticulous and possessed unimaginable control.

President Haselin came over to check Yates' injuries, and found that, as Ryan said, he couldn't die if he didn't move.

There are several priests with divine skills here, who can save Yates as long as they carefully pull out the broken sword.

Ren returned the dagger to Viola and said, "Your Excellency, I won the swordsmanship competition. Shouldn't the result of the poem just now be announced?"

"Yes."

Hasilin nodded, looked at Yates with some sympathy, and immediately announced: "Wren's love poems are better written than Yates."

Even though there was a little premonition, everyone still felt unreal when they heard the result.

The most talented poet in Longshande, Yates was defeated by a young man from the countryside in his best love poems!

"I do not believe!"

Yeates resisted the pain and burst out a few words.

He was going crazy, wishing he could snatch the paper with love poems from President Hasilin, but he didn't even dare to move, he could only stare at Ren, his eyes were bloodshot.

The originally handsome face now became hideous and distorted.

Ren frowned, noticing that the blood soul curse in Yates' soul was about to move, nourished by negative emotions, growing rapidly, and stretched out several black tentacles.

This is a sign of a curse about to strike.

Ren was still hesitating whether to remind him aloud, and Hasilin sensed the abnormality, and raised his hand to release a calming spell, which relieved Yates' pain and drove away negative emotions.

In the soul, the curse of blood soul immediately shrank.

Yates himself was unaware of all this, and went on: "I don't believe that this ignorant savage can write better poetry than me..."

Not only him, but other priests also thought this was ridiculous, and Qiqi looked at the poem in Hasilin's hand.

Everyone wants to know what poem Wren wrote.

Viola had wanted to show this poem to people a long time ago, saluted Hasilin, and said seriously: "Your Excellency, President, please read it aloud."

"It is my honor." Hasilin was happy to spread the poem. He straightened his pince-nez and read aloud:

"When you're old and gray and sleepy.

Tired sit by the fire, take down this book,

Read it slowly, chasing the eyes of the dream,

That soft look and deep shadow,

How many people have loved the film of your youth.

Loved your beauty, in falsehood or in truth,

There is only one who loves your pilgrim's heart,

I love the traces of time on your mournful face..."

Amidst the touching poetry, Ren and Viola walked into the gate of the temple hand in hand. This time, no one stopped them again.

Yates watched the backs of the two disappear into the temple, his face turned pale, listening to Hasilin's recitation, one sound after another, like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart one after another.

Before finishing a poem, there was a splash of blood, and he fell to the ground immediately.

(PS: There should be another chapter tonight, the next plot cannot be written in detail, I don't want to 404...)