Desire is a fourth-level Elf Sword Dancer.

He drew out the rapier from his waist.

Unlike the long swords and broadswords commonly used by knights, rapiers do not rely on strength to win, but rely on skill to kill enemies.

But not all rapier users rely on swordsmanship skills, and a few rely on magic skills.

The sword dancer's dance partners are natural elements.

The sword blade swings, the elemental energy collides with the sword body, and the invisible wind that can tear rocks surrounds the sword body.

The reason why a thin sword is used is because the magical material Betrasteel used to make the sword body is too expensive, and even if it is made into a large sword, it cannot greatly enhance the elemental swordsmanship.

Elf elemental swordsmanship is the art of harnessing the power of nature. The violent elemental energy is not a domestic puppy, but a bloodthirsty beast.

Being able to summon elements and attach them to the sword is the simplest part. For elves who can sense magic, as long as they are willing to spend time practicing, they can use the special Betra steel sword to summon elements.

The difficult thing is how not to be hurt or even killed by the violent elements.

Only elves who have practiced swordsmanship for hundreds of years can be given the Betra Steel Sword and be allowed to learn this dangerous technique.

The sword of wind is the most dangerous form of the four-element swordsmanship, because the user cannot see or perceive the strong wind summoned by the spirit of nature, and can only rely on feeling and experience to judge.

However, the opponent cannot see it, so often before they realize what is happening, the wind element has already torn their throats out.

As Hewen advanced, the surface of his body gradually turned light blue.

Desiré waved his thin sword forward, turning his wrist slightly, and an invisible wind blade flew out from the sword body and rushed towards the connection between Hewen's thigh and waist.

Hewen looked at the traces of the sword swing, calculated the movement trajectory of the wind blade in his mind, and gently turned aside.

The wind blade was empty.

Desire looked at Hevin's actions and couldn't help but admire the opponent's fighting consciousness. He was able to dodge the wind blade just by swinging his sword.

However, he is very clear about the strengths and weaknesses of the Frostblood replacement. Even if Hevin can predict his own movements, so what if he can't see them.

Desiré pointed the tip of his sword at Hevin, who was about ten meters away from him, and turned his wrist greatly, but this time he did not swing the sword.

The great sage's sigh.

Dozens of invisible wind blades burst out from the tip of the sword towards Hewen's position. This time, the wind blades were fully covered, and it was impossible for Hewen to dodge his attack.

Desiree smiled. Soon, the Storm Blade would turn him into a bloody mess, and even Frostblood's replacement would find it difficult to maintain combat capabilities after receiving his blow head-on.

Moreover, Hevin's physical strength is not as strong as that of ordinary humans who have truly replaced the blood of frost. Fortunately, he does not need a strong body.

In order not to show a combat power beyond his cognition, he could neither use powers other than frost, nor directly freeze Desire into an ice sculpture.

The cold air spurted out from his palms, turned around in mid-air, and rushed toward his body.

The moment the cold current touches the skin, it turns into a layer of hard ice armor.

In just an instant, the ferocious ice armor covered Hewen's body, leaving only a small gap under his nose for ventilation.

The wind blade was like an armored knight charging towards the mountains. Although it was powerful, it could not cause any actual damage except leaving a few two centimeter-deep cracks on the ice helmet.

Even the cracks healed within seconds.

Desire looked shocked. He knew very well the abilities of other Frostblood users, and none of them could control ice:

"How did you do it?"

Hewen continued to walk in his direction:

"It seems Frostblood has more secrets than you and I thought."

Desiree waved the sword blade to his side, leaving a beautiful sword flower:

"I just warmed up, but don't get too complacent. Even if you have the ability to control ice, it's just delaying your own death."

Hewen noticed his sword dancing movements, which didn't seem to be showing off his skills:

"When you dance with the sword, you are replenishing elemental energy, right?"

Desiree sneered and said:

"I am indeed replenishing the power of the elements, but not because the energy on my sword has been exhausted, but because I am preparing a blow that can easily kill you.

"Just now, I just wanted to seriously injure you and then take you to Lord Tyr and let him punish you. However, it seems that you have missed the chance to survive. I am no longer sure of subduing you without using all my strength.

"

Desirée judged the ice's ability to withstand the wind blade through his observation of Hewen just now, and after putting on the ice helmet, the opponent's movement speed was also visibly reduced.

Then just attack with enough strength to break the armor.

With the gloves as the center, the cold current continuously poured out to the surroundings and penetrated into the earth, leaving a layer of frost wherever Hewen walked.

And the armor seemed to have received nutrients, stretching out crazily, with a thickness of nearly ten centimeters. Compared with armor, it was better to say that it was a fortress draped on the body.

But Hevin's pace slowed down a lot because of this, but even if he moved slowly, he still walked towards Desire resolutely.

Desire looked sinister:

"What else can you do besides shrinking into a turtle shell? It's impossible for you to defeat me. This is your last chance. If you stop, I can still spare your life."

Hewen said:

"Let all the innocent civilians you captured go free."

Desire shook his head:

"You have made a decision, and I will give you a warrior's funeral."

Hevin stared at him and continued to move towards his position.

The distance between the two of them is still ten meters.

The wind element couldn't wait any longer.

The raging storm no longer deliberately hides its figure, but instead draws in the surrounding sand and rocks, gathering around the blade like a miniature tornado.

A stone flew out of the tornado and splashed across Desire's face, leaving a faint red mark.

Elf Sword Dance is a swordsmanship that harnesses wild power. Only the best and calmest sword dancers can cast the secret of Elf Sword Dance.

Desiree has always been an excellent sword dancer, but he is no longer a calm sword dancer.

But it doesn't matter. Although his state of mind has long been broken, his technology has continued to improve, and has even reached the fifth level.

The Queen's Roar.

The tornado came out of the sword, and the elemental energy continued to push it forward in a rotation. It continued to expand from a miniature tornado with a diameter of less than 20 centimeters to a height of ten meters and a diameter of nearly half a meter.

The ground where the tornado passed continued to break apart in the face of the power of natural elements, leaving a crack about thirty centimeters deep.

This is the absolute attack power that Sword Dancer gives up in exchange for physical strength and a melee ability that is half a level weaker than others.

Although it looks slow, in fact, the time it takes for the tornado to break away from the blade and surround Heven is less than half a second.

Just as Desiré had judged, the storm and the ice fortress continued to impact, ice debris flew everywhere, and the tornado remained deadlocked for several seconds.

However, the element of wind still won the victory. The ice fortress could not withstand such powerful elemental energy and began to shatter. The wind blades also began to surge towards Heven, and soon he would be torn into pieces by the storm.

Desire put away his sword and sighed:
Chapter completed!