The blade is sharp and cannot withstand a moment of breathing.

In the face of an offensive, Xiulan seemed to have only the ability to resist, but no power to fight back. Fortunately, his body was agile and he was still at ease in the sword mountain of the sword. Even if he needed to block, he did not fight head-on like before, but was about to leave at one touch. He just changed the direction of the blade and made it deviate from his body. This was obviously very different from the situation of opening and closing and fighting hard at the beginning of the battle. It was even rare in Xiulan's previous history of fighting. Because he always believed in one sentence: "Attack is the proof of the strong."

So his life is always attacking, this is the case when he was born, growth is like this, and it is also the case when he strives for a title, and it is still like this after becoming a Jedi. This is his way of success and a manifestation of his competitive spirit.

But now, he suddenly gave up his belief that he had been practicing for a long time, and suddenly became a little cowardly, cherishing his life, and becoming timid, which was really surprising.

"What's wrong with the Baron?" Seeing this, Bluefin couldn't help but mocked: "Are you scared? Didn't you just look arrogant and swear to kill me? Why are you hiding and running now? Where is your Fergengoya noble demeanor? Where is your sense of superiority of your Sith descendants? Where is your courage as a Jedi? It's not because of fear that they all escape, dissipate, and abandon you, right? That's bad. How can you beat me without them? You thought I couldn't do it before, and now I think you can't do it!"

He regarded the words as a combustion aid for attack and killing. Every time he threw a question mark, he added a point of force to slash, and his moves became faster.

But no matter how hard he tried, he was always a little short of a sudden. The blade seemed to touch Xiulan's nose, but it was as if he was chasing his own shadow and could never go further.

Colon stared at the erratic figure in the video, frowned, and an idea came out of his own.

"Is he a ghost?"

"It's almost the same." The fake Z40 said.

Coren was startled and turned to look at the holographic image of his conversation with his thoughts. She didn't know if it was a coincidence or the other party was intentional, so she asked tentatively: "Are you talking to me?"

"What else?" Even a machine face can feel the meaning of asking knowingly from it.

"Impossible, you're just data, how could you... guess my thoughts?!"

"Note that your words are not speculation, but accurate reading. You have no secrets in front of me."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!