First Player

Chapter 1357 Chapter 9 · "Fight with you."

The golden eyes looked at him calmly.

"Do you think that you can ask me to give up everything just because you occupy the identity of God?" Su Mingan said softly: "You hope that I can go to a longer and farther life. But some things are always more important than life. Once you abandon these things, people are just animals."

He deflected the blade, and the tip of the sword flashed with cold light.

"Is it useful for you to do this?" Shen Mingan's eyes showed confusion, and even pressed his right cheek closer to the sword: "You just pierced my chest, and I'm still fine. Even if you cut off my neck, what can you do?"

His attitude has always made people feel contemptuous, as if he looked down on everyone. But in fact, he was just talking normally.

"I want to take your head off and kick it like a ball." Su Mingan said.

"Like the one on your chest?" Shen An glanced at the bag on Su Mingan's chest, and a few tufts of bloody golden hair were exposed.

"Like the one on your neck." Su Mingan moved his wrist.

Just a light sound, without much effort, just like a knife cutting through soft cream soufflé, accompanied by thick and sticky golden cream, a white "soufflé" appeared on the sword.

The body under the "soufflé" was sitting quietly on the chair, revealing a bloody neck fracture.

Su Mingan held Shen Mingan's head in one hand, and Shen An's head was still blinking at him, with drops of blood flowing down the broken neck.

"... I can't make such a vow." Su Mingan said: "Your words make sense. Maybe in the future, I will feel that all this is unimportant. But at least for me now... some things are indeed higher than life."

Shen Mingan lowered his eyelids and sighed:

"... Okay."

"World Tree, I have persuaded him."

"I have tried soft and hard methods. I can't change his mind. You do it."

Su Mingan was stunned.

Suddenly, a violent rumble sounded all around.

Countless crystal-colored branches and leaves rushed towards Su Mingan, with their tips flashing cold light.

"Shua!" With a sound, a branch pierced Su Mingan's shoulder, and in an instant, a large number of branches and leaves rushed up and squeezed into his wound frantically.

The crystal-colored branches and leaves eagerly absorbed blood, like a wriggling python, and instantly turned bright red.

...It turned out that the World Tree was not dormant, but was secretly waiting for a sneak attack.

"Ouch!" Black Flame bit on the branches and leaves, without any threat, and was almost crushed into a black cat cake by the branches and leaves that followed closely.

Su Mingan moved his fingers slightly, and the five floating cannons behind him quickly merged and turned into a transparent cannon floating in the air. Thick blue-purple plasma gathered at the muzzle, with dazzling light, spewed out in an instant, and exploded a firework that was shattered in an instant!

"Boom--!!!"

The majestic blue-purple and orange-red intertwined, and the impact force lifted the sugar jar on the side, and a fierce storm suddenly arose. A spark of fire burned Su Mingan's white hair, and the fire spread in an instant. Even if he cut the hair in time, a large piece of white hair still fell to the ground.

Now, Su Liujin didn't need to cut it anymore, it was completely short.

Su Mingan took a few steps back. Fortunately, he reacted in time and was not completely penetrated by the World Tree. He looked at Shen Mingan:

"——God! I send you an invitation to the tower!"

In an instant, the azure barrier rose up and surrounded the two. The World Tree knocked frantically outside the barrier, but couldn't break in.

Shen Mingan's head bounced a few times like jelly and returned to his neck. He stretched out his hands, and with a few "clicks", he fixed his head.

"Tower invitation." Shen An looked at the blue barrier around him: "This should be your most magical skill. Ignore the status, ignore the combat power, and directly initiate a 1v1 duel. No existence can intervene... Even the World Tree can't do anything to you now."

Su Mingan held the sword horizontally, with the tip of the sword facing forward.

...The World Tree was so insidious. Fortunately, he reacted in time.

Blood flowed down his shoulder, and his collarbone was full of hole-like wounds. The dizziness of blood loss swayed in his mind.

Now, the rating in his heart has become: Supreme Lord\u003e\u003e God An\u003e Lord of the End of All Things\u003e World Tree. The further back, the less good it is.

"You don't need to stay in Luowasha." God An stretched out his right hand, and a golden sword gradually condensed in his palm: "Your original-Sique Olives is still alive. This is the responsibility of him and many creators."

"I don't exist to save you." Su Mingan said: "-I exist to save ourselves."

"You want to live, and I want you to live too." God An said: "Then why can't you swear to me?"

"Because your 'alive' and my 'alive' are not the same concept." Su Mingan slashed with a sword!

"Dang--!"

A crisp collision sound.

An identical sword of Alman caught his sword.

The white hair of both parties, one long and one short, fluttered in the strong wind.

Su Mingan's blood-stained robe and Shen Mingan's elegant and solemn white robe flowed in the golden red gelatinous light like flowing clouds.

Shen Mingan did not use divine power, but only used Su Mingan's ability as a "human" to fight with Su Mingan.

Sword fighting is the oldest, most primitive, simplest and most solemn way of duel.

It seems that through this way, their different souls can get mutual questions and answers in the confrontation.

"You said - [Words with the vaguest meanings sometimes have the most powerful influence.]" Shen Ming'an waved his sword.

Since Su Ming'an has never learned swordsmanship, even Shen Ming'an has no rules when swinging the sword, relying entirely on professional basic bonuses.

The swordsmanship of the two people was not on the stage, and their strictness was driven by their profession. The ping ping ping ping was messy, just like students fighting. The audience was stunned and the swordsmen almost wanted to vomit blood.

"[For example, righteousness. For example, love.]"

"Dang——!" came another sound.

Shen Ming'an held the sword in one hand, and the blade pressed down, stabbing Su Ming'an straight in the face.

Su Mingan held the sword in both hands, holding the blade horizontally in front of his forehead.

The two swords crossed into a cross, bursting out with golden light, and the eyes of both sides met directly.

"He" who had passed thousands of sails, and "him" who was still full of enthusiasm, looked at each other across a short distance.

After so many years, the questions came one after another.

"[These short words are endowed with magical power. It seems that as soon as they are spoken, they evoke a solemn and vague image in people's minds.]"

"clang--!"

"[As soon as I said it, it seemed to conquer everyone's free will, making them willing to hold up the meaning of these words.]"

"clang--!"

"[But you know, Su Mingan, some words do not come from your thinking.]"

"Dang-dang-dang!"

The sword blades were exchanged and the wind was noisy.

One sword after another, although there is no method, but the sword is very fast, the golden red light keeps emerging, rubbing against the sparks flying one after another.

Su Ming'an had never had such an experience with a sword duel with someone. Usually, either he would beat others, or others would beat him. Energy waves were blasting back and forth. This was the first time for him to engage in a serious sword duel.

Shen Ming'an only used the sword and did not use any other abilities, as if to say - "This is a simple sword fight between us".

As long as Su Ming'an does not use other abilities, Shen Ming'an will not use other abilities and will only use the simplest swords to compete, just like the knights' duel in ancient Europe.

Simple, ancient and solemn.

Whichever side is no longer able to wield the sword will lose.

"Dang—dang—dang—" there was a sound of sword blades clashing, and sparks flew everywhere.

Every time he faced off with swords, Su Ming'an could feel the huge power on the opponent's blade, coming over him like a mountain bearing down on him.

Shen Ming'an's strength was too high. Su Ming'an's tiger's mouth shook out blood, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble. If he had known this, he should have learned some close combat skills from Lu Shu. But when I think about it, I really don’t have time.

He even has very little time for himself.

Too little.

"[You only upgrade short words into mysterious and mysterious 'ideals', 'will', and 'anchors' out of 'being coerced' or 'finding roots for yourself'. You have acquired this extremely simplified thinking. Methods and imagination, in order to numb one’s desire to survive.”

"clang--!"

The golden sword tip fell, and blood spurted out from Su Ming'an's left shoulder. At the same time, he also slashed Shen Ming'an's right shoulder with his sword.

Without the use of divine power to defend, the dark red and golden blood fell on the ground in a trickle, with distinct lines and no blending with each other.

Due to excessive blood loss, Su Ming'an's mind was blurred and he began to think subconsciously. He thought of the many powerful characters in the anime he had watched in high school who broke out in the face of battle, suddenly realized the unique sword skills, and exploded into the small universe to kill the enemy. He also thought of some martial arts TV dramas that Ms. Lin had watched, in which powerful swordsmen would talk to swords and talk about the connection between swords and souls. I also thought about the fairy tales that Yue Yue likes. The divine sword will stay with the grandfather. The grandfather is often a powerful immortal cultivator and will help the master win one battle after another...

But he didn't and couldn't do it.

There is no small universe, no sword soul, and no portable grandfather.

He only has himself.

"[Ideals are just forms, tools, and concepts. Satisfying one's own desires and needs is fundamental. Ultimately, our essence is just a few strands of brain waves, and even our limbs and torso can be called self-satisfaction. The so-called ideals and honors are flowers mounted outside of tools, in order to satisfy one's desire to "successfully save" and "live up to people's expectations."

"Shua——"

Following the wound, the sword blade slid down, and no one released the sword first.

Golden and red liquids surged on their left and right shoulders at the same time. As the sword tips of both sides slid down, the wounds on both sides' shoulders grew larger and larger. The gap quickly went down along the skin, blood vessels, bones... all the way down.

"[If you rely too much on concepts that have been repeatedly solidified and deepened in your heart, your ideals will eventually slip into obsession. So you have the idea of ​​'As long as it can save Zhai Xing, I can do whatever you want, even death.' Its meaning has become higher than anything else, and it has even become a tool to support your survival. In the extreme putting the cart before the horse, you regard all your other reasonable desires and needs as 'useless', which is extremely dangerous. reflect.】"

"clang--!"

The sword blade cut off the flesh and blood, and Su Ming'an's left arm and Shen Ming'an's right arm fell to the ground at the same time.

However, Su Mingan seemed to feel no pain. Regardless of his lost arm, he clenched the hilt of the sword with his right hand and stabbed forward with all his strength.

He pushed his heels onto the ground with great force, and the crystal ground beneath his feet shattered, forming spider web-like cracks.

Click, click click——

He couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the ground cracking or his bones cracking.

Shen Ming'an immediately changed his hands, holding the sword in his left hand, slashing hard, and met Su Ming'an's decisive blow with all his strength——

"[This will lead to...when you lose the object that the concept refers to, you will completely lose yourself.]"

"Su Mingan."

"——Are you Su Ming'an, or are you 'Su Ming'an who will do whatever it takes to save Zhai Xing', or are you 'Su Ming'an who is willing to accept his own death, and even feel satisfied with it, and finally close his eyes peacefully'?"

…

"clang----!"

The blade came out of his hand.

Su Ming'an's left arm was empty, and his right hand still maintained the posture of holding the sword forward. The shape of the palm was twisted and all the bones of the hand were bent.

The force fed back by Shen Ming'an was too strong, and Su Ming'an finally couldn't hold the sword.

With a collision, the bones of the white hand used to play the piano were twisted into twists, blood flowed, the eyes were bright red, the joints were misaligned, and the nails were turned out.

The left arm was broken and the right hand was fractured.

Blood dripped onto the ground, splashing blood one after another.

Arman's sword fell to the ground, and a crack appeared.

"Ka, ka ka ka -"

Accompanied by a crisp crackling sound - this accompanying weapon that followed Su Mingan for ten whole worlds from the second world to the eleventh world, this player's pinnacle weapon that evolved from green level all the way to gold level, this weapon without The weapon that had always been bad, and represented the sword of destiny in the old world... was broken into two halves.

The tip of the sword was stained with the blood of the god, and the silver was dyed golden.

A small section of the sword body was exposed on the hilt, and the gap looked like a broken neck bone.

- Like a decapitated head.

"..."

The god An did not pursue him, and his white hair was like silver-white threads, swaying in the remaining sword wind. His right shoulder was empty, with several pieces of torn skin and upper arm bones hanging down.

He still holds the sword in his left hand, and it seems that He is the winner.

But at the moment when Su Mingan’s Arman sword cracked——

"Click——"

The sword in God An's hand also cracked in response to the sound.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"clang--!"

Apart from the power of gods, God Ming'an, who fought with only "human" power... turned out to be unable to overpower Su Ming'an.

But Su Mingan still won.

Because he is still persisting.

He squatted down, stretched out his trembling palms, and tried to pick up the broken sword again and again, trying to continue fighting with the remaining sword tip.

His arms hung limply, like a scarecrow falling in the wind.

He was bleeding profusely, and his face was so pale that he almost fell over from the blow.

The bones in the hand were all twisted, the joints dislocated and broken, and they were filled with shocking white and blood red.

"...What are you insisting on?" Shen Ming'an said softly.

A double entendre and a voice full of confusion.

Su Mingan held the broken sword in his hand, and his bones groaned in pain.

...What is he insisting on?

Maybe there really is something to hold on to.

It's him...it's him as Su Ming'an, just as Su Ming'an, not for anything else, something clean, pure, and something that belongs to him.

…

["These short words are endowed with magical power. It seems that as soon as they are spoken, they evoke a solemn and vague image in people's minds.\