Chapter 211 It’s Such a Long Journey!

In the deep mountain forest, the sky has completely darkened, but deep in the dense forest, there is a ray of light shining.

The roaring locomotive had changed its appearance at this time, and the original two wheels had turned into four horseshoes.

Driving the motorcycle like a running horse, Feng Xue held an iron ball in his hand. His mental state was obviously not very good at this time, but looking at the ghost of the sickle that appeared again, he suddenly seemed to pull the reins as hard as he could. Pulling the handle, as the motorcycle drew a trajectory on the uneven ground in a very unnatural way, Feng Xue twisted her body, allowing the body parts that met the golden ratio to be transmitted one after another——

"Then do it again, take the move! A perfect golden maneuver!"

The iron ball seemed to be injected with powerful power and flew out in a swirl. Light strips that seemed to be composed of rectangles and arcs were dragged out as the iron ball whirled.

puff!

The moment the sickle ghost came into contact with the iron ball, it suddenly extinguished as if a candle melted, and the balloon with a human head behind Feng Xue that kept talking trash also exploded.

"Success!"

Feng Xue felt ecstatic in her heart, without any distracting thoughts, without any...

"Hahahaha, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless..."

The human-headed balloon suddenly appeared, and then exploded again, but after more than ten times, the ghost holding a sickle appeared next to Feng Xue again.

"Bang!"

The ghost was smashed to pieces with one punch, and Feng Xue's face showed a hint of weakness. The alarm on the tactical watch on his wrist rang again, but Feng Xue just turned it off.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and there was only one hour left before all the collections were refreshed. The enemies that could be easily defeated at this time would become a nightmare that Feng Xue could not get rid of in an hour.

With the threat of the Scythe Ghost, it is impossible for him to enter Goldfinger, nor can he obtain new collections. Without the attack speed bonus of Manna Origin Stone skills and assembly toys, it is difficult to say that he is sure to be defeated so easily. Ghost architecture.

Maybe one day is fine, three days is fine, but what about longer?

"What is the problem? My brain is not strong enough to think about 'infinity'? No, no, I am not thinking about infinity at all, but I am thinking about being able to destroy this structure. The two cannot be equal! That is My iron ball is different from that of the Zeppelin family, but Johnny can even spin his nails, so why can’t he have a perfect ball shape?”

Feng Xue was thinking frantically about all the details, knowing clearly that it was his faulty thinking that would cause his architecture to fail, but every time it failed, he couldn't help but think about the reasons.

"No, it shouldn't be like this! I can definitely do it. I must be able to do it. I must be able to do it. Golden Spin will definitely be able to defeat this damn ghost!"

Feng Xue kept repeating it, even if it failed once every five minutes on average, after failing for most of a day, he still believed in this idea.

He firmly believes that as long as it is achieved, it can be defeated. If it is not defeated, it means that he has not done his best.

This is not because he is crazy, but because he knows very well that if he cannot believe in this way, the result will only be worse, so he can only believe, he can only believe!

Believe it, just believe it, then show respect and move towards a new stage of gyration!

Feng Xue kept recalling the relevant plots in his mind. In the first half hour, he completely mastered the effect of the iron ball in the original work.

Whether it is the initial armor-breaking attack, the hardened skin, accelerated healing, or even further, the almighty power similar to Ripple Qigong. Although there are some factors in this, under his firm understanding, Now, all this has become the power he possesses.

But just after he reproduced the golden roundabout curve, the problem came.

He can indeed increase the power of rotation through the golden curve, such as the length and width of the palm, the palm and forearm, and the upper and lower body. Through the rotation brought about by the rotation of the body, he can actually achieve the effect he wants—— The kind of power that still exists even if the enemy is defeated.

But this kind of power can only be resurrected three to four times before disappearing completely, which puts Feng Xue into all kinds of troubles.

For example, the proportions of my body are not "golden" enough, the golden turns found are not enough, or the person sitting on a motorcycle is not a horse.

But no matter how many times he improves, it will only increase the number of "resurrections" of the spin, but it will still be worn away in the end.

"No, no, the idea of ​​increasing the number of reps is simply wrong. When I started to increase the number of reps, I already defined it as limited. I can't think of it this way. It's all invalid!"

Seeing that the time was getting closer and closer to zero, Feng Xue's spirit became more and more hysterical under the devastation of the human-head balloon and was on the verge of reaching its limit. What made him even more desperate was that he finally realized that his constant attempt to increase the number of maneuvers had failed him. Instead, after defining the maneuver as limited, his mentality completely collapsed!

"I can't do it! I can't absolutely believe that I can destroy this thing! I can't do it like an anime protagonist who explodes when he's about to die! I was a street writer in my last life, and a protagonist like this I can’t do what I can do!”

Hysterical roars echoed in the night sky, and the taunts of the human-head balloons behind Feng Xue became more and more arrogant.

Time passes minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, it has passed twelve o'clock. When he cleared the level and explored last night, it was 00:27. In other words, within half an hour, he will lose his powerful power, and here. In a mountain forest with sparse G·I particles, it is completely unrealistic to rely solely on structure to fight against ghosts.

Despair spread in his heart, and even the running splicing suddenly collapsed. Feng Xue's body rolled on the ground, but the strong pain gave him the urge to roll to death.

Because there was nothing he could do.

Perhaps due to the favor of fate, or the necessity of high-speed rotation, the tactical watch on Feng Xue's wrist finally pressed the switch after dozens of collisions with the ground. At this moment, everything slowed down.

However, the slowdown of time did not give Feng Xue the slightest comfort, because if he couldn't do it, he just couldn't do it. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't reach the realm he expected.

“Lesson4: Show your respects, show your respects, and move on to a new level of gyration.”

Suddenly, the line that Feng Xue had said countless times in this day appeared in his mind again, but this time, it was a completely different perception.

He seemed to understand why Jero insisted on letting Johnny shout "I can't do it" four times.

"When did it start? When you said that Qingyun has no right to award me a medal? When you drew the power of Ma Enna? When you got the wrath of Brother Kao? When you succeeded in escaping from prison? Or... time travel When?”

Feng Xue's mind, which had already accelerated to the extreme, started to spin crazily again. At this moment, time seemed to stop for him.

"Really, because you have traveled through time and have a golden finger, do you subconsciously regard yourself as the protagonist? Because you are the protagonist, you will not die. Because you are the protagonist, you can do anything. Because you are the protagonist, everything is inevitable. It’s in the plan…”

The pain caused by the rolling stimulated Feng Xue's body, and at this moment, the ghost figure holding the sickle appeared at this time.

The ghost that moved completely with Feng Xue's thoughts was not affected by the acceleration of time. It swung the sickle at the rolling him. Seeing the blade getting closer, Feng Xue's already ferocious expression became calmer. Some.

"Is it because you think you can do it that you can't fully believe in the spin? Is it because you haven't experienced despair that you can't wholeheartedly pay respect to the fantasy thing?"

Feng Xue, who was rolling "slowly", felt the sting all over his body, but he suddenly smiled——

"It's really a big circle!"