Chapter 71 The Old Story

Chapter 71 The Old Story

"Really, long time no see."

He Luo walked in the rain, tilted his head and stared at the young man not far away, with an arm slightly gesturing around his waist: "Last time, when I introduced the lost soul to you, you were only this small."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?"

Huai Shi raised her hand, took off the right earphone, and looked at him suspiciously.

It's as if I didn't hear it.

Unmoved.

"It's okay, I probably forgot."

He Luo strolled leisurely, talking uncharacteristically, "It's a good thing if you can't remember clearly, after all—your parents were actually killed by me."

He paused, tilted his head and recalled: "It might be a little embarrassing for you to say it. It's a bit outrageous to still beg for mercy when you're dying."

Unexpectedly, the boy remained calm, even slightly nodding his head.

"I actually agree with this point." He said, "After all, they haven't set any good role models since they were young."

A flash of astonishment flashed in He Luo's eyes, and his footsteps froze for a moment.

"I know you're trying hard to annoy me, but unfortunately, the last thing I need now is calmness."

Huai Shi pointed to her head, and said softly, "So, there is no need to play those little tricks anymore, just tell me—"

The gorgeous sacrificial knife collided with the invisible ax in the air, shooting sparks, illuminating that ruthless face:

"—how do you want to die?"

The storm is coming!

The heavy rain curtain was split by the slashing of the sacrificial knife, and Huai Shi's weight seemed to disappear, blending into the wind, and in an instant, he was close at hand, and the knife and ax in his hand fell towards his face.

Steel collided and sparks flew.

The two passed by each other, but Huai Shi's footsteps suddenly stopped, shoveling a splash of water from the pool, turning around, relying on the strength of the roundabout, put her weight on the blade, and slashed diagonally!

Immediately afterwards, the strong wind howled, and the long tail covered with scales pierced out from under He Luo's windbreaker. The sharp tail pierced his throat like a nail, and finally flew past his neck. He Luo's right arm at the shoulder armor suddenly turned 360 degrees, blocking the sacrificial knife as if it had no joints, and then, the blade on the other arm slashed down.

Huai Shi tried to dodge, but the corners of her eyes twitched wildly, the cold spread, and she suddenly leaned back.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge bullet hole in He Luo's windbreaker.

The shotgun held upside down in both hands in front of him was pointed at his original position through the windbreaker, and the trigger was pulled.

Iron Rain roared out.

Immediately afterwards, a scar appeared on He Luo's long tail.

Bone can be seen in the depth, and the flesh and blood are rolled and opened to the sides.

From the tumbling on the ground, Huai Shi opened his hand, and the invisible ax that flew out resurfaced in his hand, and the edge of the essence was stained with green blood.

Like the blood seeping from the scar on his neck.

It is poisonous.

Strands of blue-black streaks began to spread from the blood vessels in the neck, and along with the blood, slowly extended to the face, leaving behind a hideous cobweb-like pattern.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

"Why didn't I see you use that trick from last time?" He Luo turned around slowly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Otherwise, we wouldn't have lost so quickly."

Feeling the slight dizziness in her head, Huai Shi raised the blade to shine a light on her face, and suddenly nodded.

"Is it poison?"

He licked it stained with poisonous blood, smacked his mouth, nodded and said, "It tastes okay."

Fit again!

The speed is unbelievably fast, even surpassing the extreme speed just now!

In astonishment, He Luo tried to retreat, but the blade was already close in front of him.

After seeing the evil way of this knife, He Luo didn't dare to let it scratch him anymore. He set up the scimitar in both hands, trying to block the blow, but he didn't realize how outrageous his thoughts were until the moment the blades collided. .

Unexpected huge power erupted from the blade, straight into the middle palace, like a broken bamboo!

Is this a fucking knife or an axe?

With one hand, he raised the shotgun to try to aim, while with the other hand, he pulled the poisonous rain curtain of the bodyguard, and rushed towards Huai Shi. But before the barrel of the shotgun could be raised, it was gripped and jammed by a cold hand.

Huai Shi rushed forward, ignoring the oncoming poisonous rain.

Speed, broke out again!

Speed ​​up again!

Amidst the wailing of the broken scales, He Luo roared and swept his long tail, finally forcing Huai Shi away, but a deep crack was gouged out on his chest by the sacrificial knife, and a huge crack appeared on the bone as firm as steel .

The tragic scars withered in an instant, shriveled into stiff charcoal.

With a slight touch, the powder will fall off.

Immediately afterwards, the heart poison attached to the blade exploded suddenly. Along with the pain brought by the blade, the double impact of body and soul exploded suddenly, causing Naga to scream tragically, and waved the weapon in his hand indiscriminately, intending to force The evil ghost who retreated not far away and stared at him.

The poison is working! That's right!

He was absolutely certain about this point: no matter how powerful the resistance was, after being infected by the naga poison, he had to inject serum immediately, otherwise he would die.

No, that dead brat should be dying by now!

But now, the young man, who is like a ghost, who gets great pleasure from blood, is approaching step by step, the blades in his hands collide and rub against each other, and there is a sharp sound from the sparks that shoot out.

A smile finally appeared on his face that was so calm that it could be called hollow.

"Do you miss the Jie Ash that was atomized last time?"

The young man, who should have been so weak that he couldn't move, sighed softly, "Unfortunately, I have eaten up all the stock just now, and there is nothing left. You just have to come earlier."

As he spoke, he licked the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the sword and ax struck!

He Luo roared, tried his best to get rid of the severe pain caused by the poison in his heart, regained his strength, and smashed his huge body towards Huai Shi. The scimitars in his four arms slashed, almost chopping the isolation pier on the ground into pieces. smash.

But he couldn't hit that erratic ghost.

Not only the speed, but when Huai Shi swung the saber, his strength erupted again, almost making him unable to hold the scimitar in his hand steadily, and his five fingers were numb.

The stigmata, which was two levels above Huai Shi's, did not bring power to crush, but seemed evenly matched, and was even suppressed by the soul-stirring saber technique in the young man's hand.

Whether it's proficient fighting skills or dagger fighting that has reached the pinnacle of ordinary people's imagination.

Even the elusive axe!

It wasn't until now that he discovered where the ash that Huai Shi originally used as a smoke bomb had gone.

Right in front of his eyes—countless atomized ash rose from Huai Shi's body, dancing like flames, engulfing the young man in it.

It was as if even he had been lit with the fire of despair.

The source quality that had been transformed into material crystals returned to the source quality at this moment and merged into his soul.

With endless pain and death together!

At that moment, He Luo finally understood: not everyone will be powerless when they are about to die.

Some people...the closer they are to death, the stronger they become!

In his momentary trance, thunder roared from the boy's body, and Huai Shi moved forward, shaking the huge power of Naga, even if the skin on his arm was cracked every inch of it.

But behind the shattered skin, the ashes of calamity entangled in the texture burned more frantically.

When the pain of thousands of people gathers in one place, it also brings the anger of thousands of people.

The source quality fluctuations that surpassed the limit of ordinary sublimators erupted in his body like a tidal wave, and Huai Shi stepped forward, slashing down with his knife and axe.

He Luo's left hand was empty, and the scimitar full of cracks was completely torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, he lost sight of the boy in front of him, and severe pain hit his back. The sacrificial knife with the invisible ax attached has completely severed the arm holding the shotgun.

The poisonous blood spurted out, but it couldn't cover the young man's red pupils.

Like a fire reaching its limit in a furnace, it cannot be extinguished even with all the rainstorms in the world.

The light is crazy.

"The heat is ready."

After the torrential rain, the crow standing on the tall building murmured softly: "Only by being hurt can we not be afraid of pain, and only by knowing death can we control despair.

In this way, the miracle of the abyss is created. Your stigmata do not come from the furnace and fire, but are forged by your body and soul.

Only the last key is missing, Huai Shi..."

Accompanied by the naga's sharp roar, the long tail flew into the sky, circled, and landed on the ground, twisting and twitching. But this time, the pain of heart poison was resisted.

Naga turned around abruptly, and the huge monster brought up a cloud of rain, showing his soul power again, and Kukai descended, wrapping his whole body inside.

The air became as thick as sea water, and it was difficult to break free.

But Naga soared deftly and freely in this sea of ​​air, and suddenly stretched out his hand to Huai Shi.

It's too close.

It's so close.

Huai Shi couldn't dodge in time, and felt her shoulder was stuck to death by the iron tongs.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining three arms encircled him like iron hoops, regardless of the blade and ax that Huai Shi slashed on his body, blocking all his dodging range, and completely grabbed him.

Belonging to the beast level, the terrifying tendons exploded, shrinking inch by inch.

He wanted to crush Huai Shi completely in his arms.

Huai Shi's shattered bones could almost be heard.

But then, he felt a sharp pain in the scar on his ribs cut by the sacrificial knife, which was pierced by a palm, and his five fingers turned the internal organs and contracted suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, between those five fingers, the invisible ax regrouped, and a torrent of heart poison erupted from the inside out.

The severe pain overlapped in one place, together with the death, it exploded thousands of times, forming an unbearable roar for the soul.

His arm loosened a thread, and Huai Shi broke free.

He Luo gritted his teeth, roared, and casually tore off the windbreaker, wrapped it around the scar on his chest, spread his three arms, and soared in the empty sea.

Come back!

For the stigmata that reached the second stage, they already possessed some of the terrifying vitality of legendary creatures. It was as if the former Nue could still escape under the concentrated fire of sniper rifles and automatic rifles.

Broken an arm and lost his tail.

Although it was a severe injury to him, it wasn't to the point where he couldn't move.

And Huai Shi is already at the end of his strength, as long as he adds more strength, he can be smashed to pieces.

Then, he saw that Huai Shi backed away quickly.

With a smile on your face.

Just like that, he raised his bloody left hand towards him.

And that little ring that circles around the index finger.

There is also a slender pin on the ring, as if it was pulled out from somewhere.

At the last moment, He Luo lowered his head in astonishment and looked at the wound. Through the severe pain, he finally felt the iron block that was stuffed there, and the terrifying temperature that was about to erupt from it.

boom!

The poisonous blood erupted along with the flames and internal organs, and spread to the surroundings, like dark green sparks blooming in the air. In an instant, it melted into the rain again.

Only the remaining limbs and broken bones fell from the sky.

Even though the entire upper and lower body had been blown apart, Naga's steel-like bones still hadn't disintegrated... He Luo's body fell from the air and hit the burnt-out car basket.

Despite having lost most of his body and all his arms, and his internal organs were burned to ashes, it is incredible that he is still alive.

Dying.

Washed by the torrential rain, the remaining one eye turned with difficulty, unable to stop the passing vitality.

Until now, Huai Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately fell to her knees on the ground, almost fainting.

The source quality fire was completely extinguished, he panted wearily, felt the severe pain from his limbs and body, his eyes were dimmed, and his ears seemed to be beeing continuously.

But he never lost consciousness.

Even if you are exhausted.

In the torrential rain, he staggered forward, crushing the turbulent water pool on the ground, and finally came to He Luo, looking down at the hideous face.

I don't know why, but I suddenly laughed.

Because I remembered a joke and wanted to tell him.

"Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter who went to the mountains to cut firewood."

The boy said abruptly: "When he was crossing the bridge, his ax accidentally fell into the river. But it was his only axe. He was very sad, so he cried, cried, just like you.

At this time, the river god appeared from the river, and kindly asked him..."

Huai Shi raised the sacrificial knife and the invisible ax in both hands, put them on his shoulders, and asked along with the river god:

"-May I ask, did you drop this golden ax or the silver axe?

The naga's eyes widened, and his lips opened and closed vigorously, but no sound came out.

"Yes, the woodcutter told you exactly what you said."

In the silence, Huai Shi nodded approvingly: "Then, the River God said: You are such an honest and good boy, I will give you both of these axes!"

Then, the sword and the ax crisscrossed the naga's neck.

In the almost roaring steel cry, the last poisonous blood swayed to the sides.

A scaled head rolled to the ground without a sound.

That's the end of this story.

Fuck the river god, fuck the golden axe, fuck the silver axe, fuck the woodcutter...fuck everything!

Those old stories are too long.

It's time to end.

today.

Huai Shi turned around, walked across the dead viaduct, and walked towards the end of the story in the rainstorm.

Walk to the last survivor.

Then, he opened the car door and smiled at the old man in the car.

"Mr. Qi, I kept you waiting."

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