Psychics don't die from gunfire

The outline of the scene was constantly being pulled away, the color faded, the texture dissipated, as if only a blur was left.

But at this moment, in each other's sight, the other's face was extremely clear.

The five fingers with pale joints were clenched and clenched into a bloody fist.

——Then, punch.

This punch was so pure, completely abandoning the so-called skills. The woman just clenched the power in her five fingers and used a pure straight punch to blast out the surging killing power!

But in front of it.

There was the same punch, and it also blasted over!

Song Shi laughed wildly, without any intention of dodging, and rushed towards the other party's straight punch path——

Fists collided with fists, and knuckles collided with each other!

Under the terrible impact, the exposed bones burst, and the broken bones flew in the blood.

But before a moment of breathing and pause, the next punch of both sides blasted out again.

Hit again, hit again, and blast again!

Yu Jiyi's hair fluttered in the strong wind. She stood straight, and the deep red pupils overflowed, flowing on her face, an unprecedented happy smile.

Both sides stood firmly in place, like climbing and growing mountains, not retreating a step, not avoiding a punch. In this close distance, all the killing power has been fully integrated into the "fist", turning into a high-speed and blurred storm, roaring at each other.

——In this spiritual world that transcends reality.

The only thing they can do, and the only thing they want to do, is to use their own "will" to blast down the other party's "will"!

One hundred punches.

Three hundred punches.

Four hundred punches.

—— Five hundred punches!

The strong wind stopped abruptly, and the punches that collided hundreds of times in a very short time stopped for the first time. Song Shi and Yu Jiyi still stood in place, without retreating or moving forward. They were so close that they could clearly see each other's faces.

After a long time.

One of Yu Jiyi's hands slowly loosened five fingers and gently touched her cheek.

She stroked for a few breaths, exhaled gently, then raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her.

To be precise, it was the other person's pupils.

From the reflection of the pupils, she saw her appearance at this moment for the first time.

In the blood and light, the woman stood there. She looked so perfect. No matter how strict the standards were, no one could deny her charm at this moment. In those deep red pupils, the soul-stirring luster flowed, restrained and revealed at will.

"Five hundred punches?" she said.

Song Shi nodded.

"How many more punches can you throw?" she asked again.

"Who knows?" Song Shi laughed softly: "I also want to know how far I can go."

"Is that so."

Yu Jiyi nodded.

Suddenly, a slight sound rang out.

Yu Jiyi's hand on her cheek trembled slightly.

Snap.

As if ceramics were broken, a slight crack suddenly appeared on the woman's face, and it slowly spread to the vicinity in a winding manner. The face that was perfect a moment ago, in an instant, felt fragmented.

"I lost." Yu Jiyi sighed melancholy: "I'm not willing to accept it."

"Haven't you seen the 'self' you want?" Song Shi said in a gentle tone, with relief: "Why are you still not willing to accept it?"

"I don't approve of this kind of 'self'."

The woman wiped her face. Under the cracks that burst out, the touch was not good, and it even caused a slight sting due to the roughness.

She succeeded and failed.

In the collision not long ago, the pure "wills" of both sides collided with each other, trying to erase each other. Even I never thought that even if the sharpening effects of all the devourers in the past were added together, it would not be as good as before.

From this unprecedented sharpening, the existence called "Yu Jiyi" bloomed with unprecedented brilliant light.

——That is a more brilliant "self" than what he had ever pursued.

"But I still lost to you." Yu Jiyi glanced at his chest, then looked into the young man's eyes: "What I want is a self that no one can reach, an absolute self, a 'self' that is not inferior to anyone."

"Honestly." The woman seemed to try to calm her breath, she pinched her eyebrows: "Now, it makes me sadder than any other way of losing."

"Isn't this your own choice?"

Song Shi looked a little careless: "You gave up the real fight and chose to set the battlefield here, turning everything into a simple collision of 'wills'."

—— [Mind].

After all the spirit servants on his back were burned and there was no more restraint, the opponent's spiritual power reached the peak of the second ring. But with this peak spiritual power, the opponent did not choose to fight in reality, but pulled Song Shi into this spiritual world.

The "fight" not long ago was just an external appearance, an external form of expression, their true essence.

It was just a pure collision of "wills".

"Without the assistance of the spirit servant cluster, even if my spiritual power will be more outstanding in level, my actual combat power will decline in a short period of time." Yu Jiyi shook her head and denied the other party's statement: "Even if I can still delay with the power of [Demon], it can only delay, which is meaningless."

"Discard all other factors and transform the battle into a simple "will" confrontation. This is the tactic with the highest chance of winning." She paused for a while, and then slowly said: "Besides, I also want to try this once."

"It's a very correct idea, but it's a pity." Song Shi praised, but shook his head: "Sometimes, being correct does not necessarily mean success."

A short silence.

Yu Jiyi exhaled again.

It can be seen that in just a moment, the cracks have begun to spread from the face to the body.

——The five hundred times of punching without retreat or avoidance.

The original stone named "Yu Jiyi" was indeed polished to the limit, but after that, it was shattered. She had reached the limit of endurance, but the opponent could still continue to punch, and smashed the "will" contained in her, who could no longer be polished.

The woman's expression was changing, like unwillingness, and like anger.

But there was no so-called "relief".

After a long time, Yu Jiyi once again cast her eyes downward.

Between the ribs under the breasts, a hand sank into the blurred flesh and blood, and the knuckles of the white bones had touched the warm and pulsating feeling in the deepest part.

——That was the symbol of her defeat.

In the last blow, the opponent smashed his fist head-on with an attitude that would not tolerate disobedience. In the next moment, his five fingers tore open the flesh on his chest, crushed his ribs, and grasped his heart or "will" in his palm.

I don't know when, the young man has restrained his smile.

He looked at the person in front of him calmly. At this moment, the latter looked like a completely broken and barely glued together ceramic doll.

Song Shi said:

"Are there any last words?"