Chapter 1100 Showdown

After the maintenance and repairs of the Ivory Tower, the main gun originally equipped by the Nautilus - [Cross-depth strike mass weapon·harpoon] also looked brand new.

Although due to limitations of funds and materials, it is temporarily impossible to build special artillery shells for it that can hit even some small rulers, but Grand Master Mikhail is still busy, leaving behind the upcoming The final Heavenly Hell Fortress has a full forty-eight rounds of heavy-mass annihilation spell bullets specially tailored for it.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to use the kind of war tool that can evaporate half of the ivory tower in one shot on the Juggernaut.

Otherwise, if the old man is gone by accident, Huai Shi himself may also be finished.

He didn't even use the regular hell-cleansing annihilation missiles. He simply extracted the source of essence and carried out a concentrated strike at an extremely close distance in this short moment.

Driven by Nemo's engine, dozens of source weapons disintegrated from the furnace. Massive disasters and miracles collided with each other, completely stimulating the change of source matter of light and shadow, gathering into a turbulent fierce light, and launching!

A large amount of metal vapor condenses into iron sand that shines like stardust, and when mixed with it, a heavy rain is formed that can penetrate all defenses.

At this moment, a mighty light rushed in, illuminating the skinny figure.

Shangquan raised his hand and stroked it carelessly. The sound of the tide stopped suddenly, as if he was also killed by the solemn will surging on the blade. The stream of light opened up from under the blade and flew out to both sides, burning a large area. The heat-insulating armor, thick iron slurry flowed down, hissing.

"It's like the breeze blowing on your face, very comfortable."

Shangquan held the blade of the sword and raised his head with his skinny neck. Keke smiled strangely: "Huaishi-kun, are you such a gentle person? That's great. I like your reasonable opponent best."

Reasonable?

Huai Shi's face was expressionless.

How can you be reasonable in this? It's obviously the old guy opposite who is being unreasonable!

"Is that also the ultimate intention?" he asked curiously.

"Does that also require extreme intention?"

Shangquan glanced at the scorch marks on both sides, and seemed to sneer while choking: "I just followed its trend and broke it open like running water. Do I need more sophisticated skills?"

A drop of sticky saliva fell from the corner of his mouth and landed on his collar.

It has a turbid and fishy smell unique to the elderly.

The traces of dip dyeing are like plum blossoms.

"Run away, Huaishi."

He said vaguely: "I'm going over."

At that moment, the premonition of death suddenly burst out from his soul.

When the skinny old man stepped forward, that old face suddenly crossed the long distance and was very close.

He couldn't hear the sound of breaking through the air, couldn't feel the tiny vibrations when his footsteps collided with the ground, and not even the messy white hair had any flutter or change.

It's as if space has been abruptly omitted.

Huai Shi's place is also omitted, along with his permission.

Without asking for his consent, an invisible force sent him to his opponent.

And there, in Shangquan's hands, the blade hanging on the ground turned slightly, and the blade upwards, rising towards Huai Shi's yin, abdomen, chest, throat and even head.

It's not a frightening swordsmanship, just basic swordsmanship that is so standard that it can even be called rigid.

--against the wind!

But in Shangquan's hands, it was like an angry star breaking away from the earth and rising towards the sky, exuding a soul-stirring and awe-inspiring power.

The ground shook.

Huai Shi suddenly trampled on the ground, took advantage of the momentum, leaned back, and flew out, narrowly dodging this greeting sword. Immediately after the shattered floor under his feet, there was a burning angry giant bull. Broken Iron rises and rushes towards the Sword Master!

The sound of steel friction disappeared in a flash, and Shangquan took a step to the left without expression, stepping on the hot ground, raising the blade as if waiting for his opponent to come to him.

Let the Sefirot Avatar be cut open from the side by its own impact.

The flesh and bones, which were comparable to steel, cracked a deep gap and soon dissipated into the void.

Without waiting for the Sword Master to react again, Huai Shi waved his hand. Behind the cracked dome, countless iron blocks rained down like a heavy rain. Under the will of Yun Zhongjun, they fell towards Shangquan!

But before he hit the ground, he saw the chilling iron light flashing away.

Hundreds of iron ingot cubes split apart from the center, the gaps were as smooth as mirrors, and they piled up on the ground after they escaped Huai Shi's control.

And among the countless pieces of broken iron, Shangquan raised his eyes.

Sigh of regret.

"I told you to run away——"

Right on the spot, he raised the blade of his sword, pointed it at Huai Shi's face in mid-air, and assumed a thrusting stance.

The next moment, the light of the sword flew forward like a shooting star!

After crossing a long distance in the blink of an eye, we are once again so close. Great pressure rose from the blade, and a terrifying will completely blocked the air, not allowing any escape or dodge.

Just like that, he was approaching Huai Shi's face inch by inch.

When the iron light on the sword blade emerged from the reflection of Huai Shi's eyes, a sudden and harsh thunder light rose up in the darkness!

Explode!

There was a loud roar.

Without warning, a blazing electric light fell from the sky and struck Shangquan's figure.

The moment Huai Shi closed his hands, countless cut iron ingots shrank and closed under his will, forming two iron walls, crushing and closing towards the old man in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the thunder shattered, the iron wall broke in the middle at waist level, and strands of electric light escaped.

Shangquan stepped on the broken wall, leaving a scorch mark on one sleeve.

He lowered his head, looked at the red-hot sword blade in his hand, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm with faint blood streaks.

"It's not good to spit everywhere, Senior Kamiizumi."

Huaishi sighed: "I heard that people from Yingzhou are the most polite."

"You didn't even post a sign prohibiting spitting."

Shangquan answered nonchalantly, glancing at his sudden hesitation, "This is the only move that makes me more energetic, boy."

"It's best that you are satisfied."

Huai Shi smiled: "Of course, if you think it's almost done and return home with great joy, I can also raise my hands to welcome you."

"This is just the end of the warm-up, Huai Shi."

Shang Quan shook his hand and the red-hot sword blade broke into two pieces. He threw it aside without mercy. Then, he raised his finger towards Huai Shi and said, "I heard that the goods you have here are good, but why are you so old?" Senior has been standing here for so long, why don't you take the initiative to offer me some souvenirs?"

Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh.

An old-timer is an old-timer, and his style is extraordinary. They just come here to beat people up and pretend to be cool, but they actually ask the victim to provide them with the tools to commit the crime.

He even felt like he was honored to be beaten.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I'm still making preparations here." He persuaded patiently, "I'm just worried that there are too many things, and I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to take."

Before he could finish his words, thunder erupted from the dome again.

Thick water vapor rose up to the ceiling against the earth, and in an instant, it turned into dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashed, and a cold and shrill light shone.

Immediately afterwards, a slender blade slowly emerged from the forging of Thunder and poked out from the clouds...

Then, the second way, the third way, the fourth way, the fifth way...

A few short moments later, the sky was full of iron light, and countless swords were already aimed at the old man's skinny figure, entwined with strands of electric light, and their sharp edges were revealed.

"As you wish."

Huai Shi smiled and spread his hands, "You can take as much as you want."

At that moment, the iron rain from the sky fell towards the earth, swallowing everything in an instant.

But in Huaishi's eyes, everything seemed incredibly slow. Under his concentrated gaze, he could see the old man's palms casually extending toward the sky.

He easily closed his fingers to clamp a sharp blade that was heading straight for the door, and then threw it at Huai Shi casually.

A simple movement, but a loud sound that could suppress the thunder in the sky.

The Tai Dao whirled in mid-air, chopped countless of its kind into pieces, and then swept towards Huai Shi's head. Then, Huai Shi held the handle of the knife and hovered in mid-air.

There were cracks all over the blade, and it instantly shattered into dust.

But in the rain of swords that filled the sky, the old man laughed and stepped forward. He held the unlimited weapons in his hands casually, swaying and slashing at will, and then nailed the weapons that were stabbing him to the ground. All the blades were defeated.

When he held the two swords in his hands, it seemed as if the world was spinning with his movements.

The hurricane rose out of thin air and exited in all directions.

Countless sharp blades flew out under the coercion and nailed every inch of the earth.

Behind the wheelchair, the attendant staggered back.

But in front of countless flying sharp blades, [008] remained motionless, his body like a phantom, allowing countless sharp blades to pass through, indifferent.

As for Huaishi, it has been swallowed up by the storm.

That's right, an indescribable, unavoidable storm like a natural disaster...

Right in front of him.

In his perception, the old man who was aging and seemed to be about to die in the next moment began to dissolve, collapse, and spread.

Detached from the human outline, it transformed into an amorphous, indescribable, all-pervasive...storm!

When the two sword blades staggered and fell, the storm of nothingness briefly projected a fatal gap in reality, but most of the time, it was impossible to lock and detect it at all.

Where is the enemy?

everywhere!

The entire world has become his enemy. Under Shangquan's influence, even the steel created by Huai Shi has turned into a master-eating blade.

Pure and basic sword skills, in his hands, are better than all secret skills and arcana.

Tangzhu, against the wind, cassock chop, against cassock, cross cut, thrust...

It was obviously a familiar and accustomed 'beat', but in Shangquan's hands, a terrifying chapter that Huai Shi had not expected was performed.

All around Huai Shi, afterimages kept flashing, blades, sword blades, axes, halberds, chains and hammers, the source of weapons changing, appearing incarnate, and then disappearing immediately.

The number that surpassed the opponent dozens of times, but was easily suppressed by Shangquan's sword.

There was only the sound of steel colliding with steel in the air.

In Shangquan's hands, the sword kept cracking and cracking, collapsing under rough use, and then he casually pulled one out from the ground and slashed it at Huaishi again!

"Ah, the silk and bamboo are sweet to the ear, and the dance is graceful... Huaishi, am I visiting Yoshihara's brothel? These are all outrageous things."

The old man laughed hoarsely, "Why don't you see the Nautilus bombardment? And where is your miraculous seal? Where is the sword of Tianque that cut off the black tide on the endless sea?"

"Why don't you take it out?"

He stepped forward, his skinny body approaching casually. After defeating the afterimage, he thrust forward. The sharp blade in his hand came out casually, penetrated the air, flew past Huai Shi's face, and was nailed deeply into the wall. .

On that face covered with age spots, the eyes had already turned scarlet under the torment of anger, like an evil ghost: "There must be a limit to looking down on people, kid!"

Huaishi had no expression on her face, raised her hand, and swept across with the sword of virtue, blocking the trajectory of Shangquan's slash: "Hasn't Your Excellency the Sword Master never used the stigmata or his ultimate intention until now?"

"Besides -"

He paused.

In his hands, thunder burst out again.

The entire foundry center suddenly shook, and high-pitched loud noises echoed in the ivory tower. Countless smoke and dust rose up, and were quickly drawn away under the frame of the Creator.

But at that moment, the terrifying power bursting out from the roaring sound of the entire foundry center, the thunder brewing in the thunder clouds, and the sound of countless sharp blades had already converged in Huai Shi's hands.

Unlimited stacking!

Even the arm that turned into a steel structure could not bear the jaw-dropping power. As the iron fist advanced, it smashed the sharp blade in Shangquan's hands.

Hit his face mercilessly.

Extreme intention·symphony!

At that moment, Shangquan finally... took a step back.

The ferocious smile disappeared.

The skinny body slowly slid out of the exploding hurricane, as easily as if it were riding the wind. Soon, it stood still among the swords again.

When he raised his head, he saw the figure walking out of the dust and broken iron.

With thunder and flames all over his body, Huai Shi dragged the solemn sword in his hand forward with an expressionless expression.

Glancing at the opponent in front of you.

Disdainful.

"——We, the Orchard Gym people, are going to have to rely on plug-ins to clean up an old thing?"

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