Psychics don't die from gunfire

Mt. Nari. Let’s use the name “Mt. Nari” for the time being.

At this moment, the people in Lianggan City saw an unforgettable scene.

The world was silent for a moment, and then a huge dark pillar of light shot upward diagonally from the Nali Mountain on the other side, connecting to the sky and the earth, reaching the sky.

The beam of light easily shattered the torrential rain, piercing through everything in front of it. The thick and gloomy sea of ​​clouds collapsed inward, and a huge hollow appeared, revealing a corner of the blue.

Then, there was a belated roar.

On the side of Liangoka City bordering Mt. Nari, the huge welcoming banner suddenly danced wildly, the wind chimes on the eaves fell to one side, the tight windows shook violently, and the dense raindrops were shattered involuntarily. , turned into the purest splashing water droplets, floating into the earth.

The black beam of light lasts for several breaths.

"Ahem. I'm stupid."

If you look down from a high altitude, in the center of Mount Nali, which was once sacred and revered in the past, there is a basin with a radius of several hundred meters and a depth of tens of meters.

The steel giant and the big demon both disappeared.

That terrifying blow containing "disaster" and "bad calamity" destroyed both sides at the same time.

Chu Tonglu shook his body and managed to stand up.

He shakily tried to light a cigarette, but he sprayed the tip of his index finger several times, but no fire came out.

The condition of Lapis Lazuli is better, but not much better. The fuselage keeps emitting electric sparks, and it is even difficult to maintain the "spherical shape". There are cracks that cannot be closed, like a platform mine. The mining machine that was taken out.

Ai Lu sat cross-legged on the ground, blood and tears oozing from his closed eyes. As the only second link, the "disaster motive" he had just formed was a huge burden on him.

"Song Shi." Chu Tonglu gave up lighting the fire with his fingers and chose to take out a lighter from his arms: "I really can't do it anymore."

"I know."

Song Shi had already canceled the scorched earth, and the remaining spiritual energy could no longer sustain the consumption.

The flame condensed into a straight sword. The young man grabbed it with one hand and put two fingers of the other hand together, slowly stroking the blade.

"It's okay, next"

Not far away, strong winds dispersed the dense steaming mist.

The old man wearing a black two-color haori exposed his bony chest, and his hand, which was also skinny and like a withered tree, slowly grasped the sword with the inscription "Life is broken and sad".

“That’s my favorite part of driving.”

Genji Kamima walked forward slowly.

His bare feet stepped on the wet mud, leaving clear footprints.

One day ago, he was the unquestionable leader of Nari County, the master of the Kamima clan, and the Kamima Genji who was qualified to participate in the "Nine-Prefecture Conference", the highest governing body of the Pan-Eastern Continent Federation.

One day later, Masaki Kamama, who was supposed to be the leader of the next generation of Kamima clan, passed away. His authority over the [Monitoring Network] was permanently consumed. Even the life that had been lingering for decades was burned out in today's battle. .

The old man stopped seven steps away from Song Shi.

"The smell of death"

He raised his withered hand, and in just a moment, the collapsed ink cloud was gradually refilled, and the heavy rain roared towards the earth again.

"Over the years, there hasn't been a day when I didn't smell this smell, but only today it was so strong, so fresh."

Genji Kamama looked up at the sky, the rain waterfall reflected in his black pupils. With a thin popping sound, the straw rope holding the ponytail loosened and slipped away, and the tips of his pale hair fell to his shoulders, falling casually.

"It hurts so much and trembles so much, but my heart seems to be beating even more. Is it because of the stimulation?"

Genji Kamima shook his head, and his eyes moved to the young man opposite.

Since the beginning of the war, after experiencing a series of confrontations and collisions, the spiritual energy of both sides is close to bottoming out, and they can no longer maintain any strong power.

"In the Seven-Earth War, I was severely injured by Elroy, and he left me this scar."

The old man stroked his chest. There was an indelible scar on it that almost tore off half of his body.

Elroy Kennan, a strategic auditor at the giant enterprise [Anjing Credit].

"Then twelve years ago, I learned about his death." The old man let out an inexplicable chuckle: "Haha, I tortured him to death. Dark Crystal Credit even sent someone to ask me, Do you need to buy his ashes to vent your anger? Hmm, the asking price is ridiculously high.”

"This is what the company is like." Song Shi also smiled.

"But is it a good idea to start now?"

"Snows in winter and flowers in spring, even when they are withered and flourishing, are they good words?"

The old man's voice became calmer and calmer, but it was as calm as a deep pool of underworld, exuding a deep chill.

"Song Shi, you ruined my foundation and ruined my path. Even if you cut your body into pieces, it won't be able to satisfy my hatred at all."

"——That's it." Song Shi turned around and said briskly: "Please."

A flash of sword light burst out!

As a person who has won the title of "Sword Master", even though his injuries are shocking, his spiritual energy has been exhausted, and his strength is only slightly stronger than a natural person, Genji Kamima can still use the sword in his hand to gain inhuman strength that can defeat a hundred. .

The straight blade cuts off the sword light.

Because Song Shi, the same is true!

Amid the torrential downpour, soldiers faced each other in the Naili Mountains, which had turned into a basin.

It is obvious that the power levels of both sides are far less devastating than before, but the murderous intention that burst out from the clash of swords was even more terrifying.

The sword fell diagonally, and a line of blood oozed out on the side of the young man's face. At the same moment, the heavy murder shattered the feather cloth, and the black and gold cloth pieces flew everywhere, and were beaten into the sticky mud by the rain.

The collision of cold weapons, the fluttering sword edges, the falling water drops, the cold touch when close to the skin, and even the eyes of the enemy seen between the sharp edges.

The drifting rain was cut off by the sharp sword edges.

At a certain moment, Shangjian Yuansi suddenly stopped all the sword lights.

Those intricate and strange sword styles, like the wings of a crane, the sword feathers were connected and loose, quietly flew away in the wind, and turned into a pure and unique, more authentic existence.

Shangjian Liu, the secret.

"Dahuangluo."

The two figures crossed each other, and Song Shi stumbled a few steps before he barely stabilized his body.

Turning around, Ueyama Motoshi was so steady, his hand holding the sword did not loosen at all, and even the posture of turning his head was full of a strange charm.

Hula——

The wind suddenly blew, and under the continuous rain, the temperature of Mount Nari has reached a very cold point.

These strong winds wrapped with strands of ice clusters blew up the lingering chill.

Ueyama Motoshi stared at his sword, then he raised his head and looked at the other party.

Song Shi was panting heavily, but there was undisguised joy on his face.

He said slowly and smiled: "Aren't you going to say something?"