Chapter 1099 Rehabilitation Movement (Thanks to the Leader of MUU7)

Since the Survival Court says to continue, then let’s continue.

Huaishi unceremoniously took a tube of source essence from the box and poured it into his mouth. After replenishing the blue strip that had fallen off, he stuffed the rest into his pocket.

The wool delivered to your door has been harvested!

But the visitors to the Existence Court were indifferent, as if they didn't see it at all and didn't care at all.

Just waiting for the next data and results.

Cast, start again!

This time, in Huaishi's hands, Shuzhuwan just groaned lowly and then disappeared without a trace, as if evaporated without any warning.

But at that moment, Huai Shi felt creepy and heard soft footsteps coming from behind nothing.

Everyone present felt the chill rising in their hearts.

Beside the sword master's wheelchair, the accompanying attendants were already frozen in place, feeling the coldness so close at hand that their whole bodies froze.

Just behind the white-haired old man, there was a faint outline emerging in the dim shadow.

He looks like a monk wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a dark red robe, with layers of rosary beads wrapped between his wrists and neck, but his face is hidden in the darkness under the bamboo hat.

Only the faint light of blood outlined the position of the eyes.

He was lowering his head and looking down at the old man's back.

Shangquan showed no reaction, and even his cloudy eyes never wavered.

"What's wrong, fake monk?" he asked hoarsely, "Are you thinking of saving me?"

"It's too late." The monk shook his head indifferently: "The donor's worldly attachments are raging, his six roots are dirty, and his bad karma is deep. He has already fallen into the state of Abi's cry. There is nothing that can be done about the Buddha's teachings——"

"What are you waiting for?"

Kamizumi sneered, knocked the sheath of the sharp blade in front of his knees, and deliberately stretched his neck to expose his dry and slender neck: "I have long heard that Sumaru Tsuneji is a sword that kills souls and slays evil..."

He said, "If you are as evil as me, please try to kill him."

"That's how it should be."

The blood-stained monk raised his hand and took off his bamboo hat. From his face shrouded in blood and fire, the enthusiasm of joy after hearing the truth emerged, and he murmured hoarsely:

"——Anuttara Samyak Sambodhi!"

At that moment, the blood color and evil intent faded away, and the pure blade emerged from the sheath, slashing towards the sword master's neck!

The phantom light flashed away.

The speed was already higher than that of lightning, almost comparable to the movement of thoughts and thoughts, no, even faster than that. Because what was cut off was not the existing matter, but the blade of bubbles created from the essence of awareness and compassion!

Wherever the sword passes, all evil karma, all filth, impurities, and delusional thoughts will be destroyed!

Death comes.

In the long silence, Shangquan was silent, just closing his eyes slightly and sighing silently.

A cracking sound sounded behind him.

The monk holding the sword froze in place, his blood drained away, the flames extinguished, cracks appeared on the blurry face, and he staggered back a step.

It was obvious that the person who was beheaded was not him.

But it was difficult to suppress the scream of fear.

The bubble shattered, and the sword that destroyed evil and revealed righteousness collapsed silently. Enlightenment and compassion cannot eliminate the opponent's delusion and obsession, but are destroyed by the iron-like will in the soul.

"Dharma?"

Shangquan shook his head, "That's all."

Behind him, the monk in the shadow collapsed silently, leaving only a rusty long knife, no longer shining. After losing the essence of protecting the law and compassion, he fell into the mortal world.

There is no possibility of repair.

"Next one." Shangquan lowered his eyes sleepily, "At least have something... something that won't make people yawn..."

Huai Shi turned around and looked at the open box behind her.

The three dust-covered sharp blades resounded in the whispers of the sword master. The evil, ferocious, solemn... all kinds of aura spread like flames.

He closed his eyes and took a handful out, raising his eyebrows.

"Boy An Tsunagiri?"

Huai Shi sighed softly: "This should cheer up the pretentious old man, right?"

Five minutes later, the expressionless Shangquan returned to the wheelchair.

"Next one."

Damn it, he got it again!

Then, it’s the next one, and the next one…

From the violent and ferocious steel giant Daden Taiguangse who wants to hold everything in the world, to the feminine and weird guardian blade Tsuneji Sukumaru who devours all evil, he seals the former Shuten into the blade, and The evil sword that turns disaster into strength, the boy An Tsunagiri, holds the hegemony, and the royal blade that can break mountains and mountains, Mikazuki Munechika.

And in the end, Onimaru Kunitsuna, the pure killing sword that killed all the evil spirits and killed endless evil...

In less than an hour, all five swords in the world were slashed in front of the Sword Master.

All he used was his frightening and unparalleled swordsmanship, which opened Huai Shi's eyes.

The sword of the celestial city that reaches the sky with a single thought; the sword of the sun that is unparalleled and overbearing, urging the city to break through the mountains; the blur of light that changes with reality and reality; and the collapse of life and death...

Just a casual touch allowed Huai Shi to see a lofty world that he had never imagined.

After living for so many years, that old body still contains the ambition to kill the sun and the moon, and the skills that Huai Shi cannot match... It has nothing to do with Mr. Luo always saying that Huai Shi lacks understanding. Compared with the real strong people, what he has Those talents are still far behind.

But who wants to compare this with others?

If you want to beat yourself up, you can only do it unless someone comes out and plays cello music that is unprecedented and unprecedented, even Huai Shi's flattering song cannot match it.

But are there really people like that in this world?

Hmm, maybe there is still such an old monster hiding in the headquarters of the Hell Music Association? But even if there were, for an instrument as unpopular as the cello, no one would have such attainments as Huai Shi, right?

All I can say is how lonely it is to be invincible.

With the thought of ‘Sword Master, not bad! ’ thought, Huai Shi applauded along with the stream.

But standing in the field, stepping on the corpse of the evil ghost that was gradually dissipating, Shangquan was not moved by the cheers and applause. He just looked back and looked at the visitor from the Survival Institute who stood beside him without saying a word. .

"how?"

The rickety old man asked hoarsely: "Is this sword still worthy of your eyes?"

"enough."

The mysterious man who calls himself 008 nodded, and his electronic voice was smooth: "It's 30% higher than expected. It seems that aging has not made you weaker. After being entangled with death for so many years, you have become stronger..."

"Strong? Where is the strength?"

Shangquan sneered and shook his head, "Can you be considered strong after just winning a few battles against that kind of dead thing? It's too ridiculous - the so-called swordsmanship is essentially a method of killing people.

Only living people can reveal its essence..."

As he said that, his turbid old eyes looked at Huai Shi, who was watching the excitement and eating, making Huai Shi's expression stiffen.

"After watching the monkey show for so long, you must leave something behind, right? Huaishi?"

Shangquan choked and coughed, half-smiling but not smiling: "With that careless look, you don't take my old man seriously at all..."

"etc!"

Huaishi subconsciously raised her hand and said solemnly: "I have a great disciple named Lin Mingzhongwuwu. He is extremely talented and has the highest strength among his disciples. Why not let him come and play with the Sword Master..."

"No."

Shangquan shook his head: "I'm still waiting for him to get married so that I can run the dojo in the future. If he gets scared, won't that girl Haruka be sad?"

"Then why don't you go to Qilin, go to the old man from the Yuan family, or go to hell to find Luo Siwei?"

Huai Shi glanced at him sideways. Until now, she still didn't know what kind of dog-skin plaster the old man was selling in his gourd: "Senior Juggernaut, you just keep doing rehabilitation exercises, can't you find something more difficult?

Why use me, a junior, as a stepping stone? "

"Because I will never lose, I came to you specifically, Huai Shi."

Shangquan answered calmly, "It can't be too strong, otherwise it will strain the muscles and bones. It can't be too weak, otherwise it won't be able to perform at all. It just so happens that you are not strong or weak, and you are still within the solution range of me, an old man."

He thought for a moment and said seriously: "This is the art of war."

"Well, your art of war in Yingzhou only teaches people to beat the cook when they are full, right?"

Seeing that the old man couldn't even cough when he thought of abusing vegetables, Huai Shi felt that he might not be able to escape this situation today, and sighed: "Have you thought about it?"

"Haha, don't worry."

Shangquan grinned: "I will be merciful."

"No, I just wanted to remind you."

Huai Shi slowly stood up from the chair, patted the non-existent dust on her knees and butt, and moved her body: "My stepping stone is not only smelly and hard, but also a bit slippery.

You, old man, were careful not to step firmly and sprained your foot instead. "

Shangquan was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "I just like the way you talk without shame, Mr. Huaishi, you seem to be always full of vitality, hope and future."

He sighed sincerely: "Every time I meet a junior like you, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart."

"Really?" Huai Shi walked into the venue calmly, closed the door behind her, and replied perfunctorily: "That's so happy."

"That's right."

The old man paused, grinned, and showed the same cruel smile as Luo Siwei: "Especially, every time I think about what kind of frustration and despair those hopeful faces will show in a while, it makes me Unable to contain my excitement.

The thought that someone would be under my blow, afraid to hold a sword for the rest of their lives, and trembling in nightmares for the rest of their lives, made me so excited and hungry that I couldn't satisfy myself...

When a calf is born, it truly sees the ferocity of a tiger; when a boastful guy truly understands the majesty of the mountains; when it sees the tragic corpses of countless fellow travelers who die with no peace of mind; when it is lucky enough to escape from the edge of a sword and spend the rest of its life in the shadow. Spending time... this fear engraved in the hearts of the weak is the only way to prove 'powerful'! "

The words he said were so ugly and ferocious, but the old man's expression was so solemn and solemn: "The so-called swordsmanship, the so-called fighting, the so-called martial arts... After leaving aside all high-sounding excuses, all the ways of fighting in the world are... This is why it exists!”

In the silence, Huai Shi couldn't help but shake his head.

"To be honest, I'm not interested in your theories at all. However, at this point, even if I say that I am actually a musician, you will definitely not let me go, right?

So, I just have one question..."

He paused, looked outside the venue, and asked seriously: "Are you going to reimburse me?"

【008】Nodded without any hesitation.

"Ten times," he said.

At that moment, Huai Shi smiled and narrowed her eyes without any scruples.

In this way, he took the first step towards the Sword Master and towards the peak that all current warriors cannot overcome.

"So, with bare hands?" The Sword Master sneered: "Where is your Tianque, Huai Shi, and your Nautilus, why don't you show it to others?"

"Isn't it already close before our eyes, Your Majesty the Sword Master?"

At that moment, Huai Shi raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The entire steel building roared, and the heavy structures flipped quickly. Huge equipment rose and fell, and countless cables quickly extended. When the huge modules collided with each other, blazing sparks burst out.

Along with the crisp sound of snapping fingers, the whole world seemed to be resonating in a low tone.

As far as the eye can see, the steel sky and earth, the entire structure buried deep in the ground, and even the casting center protruding above the ground are nothing but extensions of the Nautilus.

This place is already under the shroud of Tianque!

Now, the huge main gun suddenly stretched out from the ceiling above Huai Shi's head, aiming at the unsuspecting old man in front.

With the roar of the tide, Nemo's engine had already reached its limit.

Open fire brazenly!

Sorry, I've had a toothache for several days, and my schedule has been so disrupted that I've been updating too late these past two days.

I will definitely correct myself as soon as possible.