Chapter 732 Xia Shou VS Writer (Part 2)

As the attack flashed, Xia Shou and the writer exchanged positions.

At the moment of teleportation, Xia Shou looked at the writer behind him nervously, expecting the expected result.

Now, it was the writer who had to bear the attack he released. This special slash was probably fatal to the writer himself.

Moreover, the attack flashed was to exchange positions at the moment of being attacked, so when the opponent appeared in the attacked position, the attack had already landed, and there was absolutely no possibility of dodging.

The next second, the clothes on the front of the writer turned into dust, and the skin on the surface of the body turned into a layer of sticky blood, which flowed down from his body with steam, but he was not cut open!

Xia Shou opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at this scene in shock.

How could it be possible!

How did he manage to be unscathed? His physical strength was obviously not enough to block this slash, and he did not dodge at all. He...

Xia Shou suddenly understood the mystery.

Although Shangguan Yan did not see the scene where he blocked the writer's slash with his own eyes, he had just learned all the information about the writer from Modise in detail at the Control Bureau.

Since the minister could block that kind of slash, it is understandable that the writer, who imitated part of the minister's ability, could block his own attack.

But his defense speed was too fast, which completely exceeded the reflex limit of human nerves.

Due to the lack of information, Xia Shou could not completely see through the writer's defense logic, and he could not know that the reason why the writer had such a fast reaction was entirely due to the fighting instinct he imitated from Zhe.

As a violent animal with an endless thirst for battle, as a named person, Zhe's fighting instinct cannot be explained by modern science. He can integrate any use of force and has an intuitive high-speed reaction to attacks. Zhe's "instinctive nerves" override the conduction mechanism of bioelectricity.

Relying on Zhe's fighting instinct, the writer used the slash again at the moment of exchanging positions, using split to resist split, thus blocking the split attack that he released and should bear by himself.

But while defending, the writer's attention has never been on this battle.

His mind wandered around, reality became extremely unreal, and some illusory things became very real.

The writer saw his long-dead master standing next to him, holding a wood plane in one hand and a cane in the other.

This was the master who taught the writer to read, a carpenter in their village.

In the writer's memory, the carpenter had a good handwriting, and people always came to him to write during the New Year and other festivals.

I heard that before the carpenter became a carpenter, he was a teacher in his hometown. Because he was entangled with the concubine of a local bully, his legs were broken, he was driven out of the village, and he drifted all the way here.

If he hadn't been taken in by the old carpenter who lived at the entrance of the village, he would have died long ago.

Of course, these are all what the writer heard. Anyway, when he met the carpenter, he had replaced the dead old carpenter and became the best carpenter in the village.

Later, somehow, the carpenter became the teacher who taught him to read.

At that time, Anonymous was not called Anonymous. It was easier to get by with a nickname in the countryside. He was called Zhang Gousheng.

The carpenter said that this name was not nice and asked him if he wanted to change it.

He said yes.

The carpenter asked him what name he wanted to change to.

He said he didn't know.

The carpenter pondered for a moment and said, since I don't know the name, then I'll take the Yi character of Anonymous and call him Zhang Yi.

Then the carpenter said, you don't have to call me Mr., just call me Master.

"Gousheng, you've become a writer." The writer heard the carpenter calling him by his nickname.

"Yes... I've become a writer." Anonymous replied in a trance.

I've become a writer... But how did I become a writer?

What works have I written?

"I've read your book, it's really well written!" The carpenter said as he took out a book. "When I came here, I passed by a strange mountain. The whole mountain was covered with paper. The trees were wrapped in paper, and the branches were also hung with paper. There was an old man selling books over there. I knew at a glance that this book was written by you."

Anonymous took the book handed over by the carpenter. The title was "Travels in Paper Curtain Mountain".

In an instant, Anonymous's chaotic eyes lit up.

At this moment, it was the sixth second after the peak was opened. Xia Shou saw the writer muttering to himself while looking at the empty direction.

This is a great opportunity to attack. As long as he can touch the opponent, he can activate [Perpetual Co-injury]. The Perpetual Co-injury in the peak state can explode the writer into the same blood as him in one breath!

Xia Shou slid to approach the opponent and reached out to touch the opponent's calf. Xia Shou's sprint speed has exceeded the world's top sprinters. The distance that was not far was instantly shortened by him.

His right hand slapped out like lightning, and the absent-minded writer instantly moved a position and avoided Xia Shou's touch.

This is not in line with the physical movement. Xia Shou had seen it before when fighting the Assassin.

The opponent also has the instant step of idealistic martial arts, and even the flesh enhanced by the scorpion spine cannot be compared with it.

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Of course, Xia Shou did not expect to touch the opponent so easily. He just didn't want to miss any opportunity to try. When he just took action, he had already begun to summon the door.

The black shadow under Xia Shou's feet expanded, and a golden book pavilion-style door emerged from the bottomless black swamp.

When the door of the book pavilion opens, you can hear the sound of pages turning. The transparent silk ribbon like moonlight is bound by the colorful flame chain. In the eyes of Xia Shou, who has eaten the blood and fire forbidden knowledge, all flames can turn into blood and water, and this is even an uncontrollable cognition.

But now he can still regard this colorful chain as a kind of "flame".

Xia Shou stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the magic sword.

Three feet of water - unsheathed!

"Let's see how you can hide now!"

Xia Shou swung the sword horizontally.

The person wielding the three feet of water will teleport directly to the vicinity of the target after aiming at the target, and the distance is just enough for this swing of the sword to cut off the target.

In other words, he can rely on the automatic tracking characteristics of the three feet of water to forcefully keep up with the opponent's instant step!

The moment the sword is drawn, the surrounding space stretches rapidly, and when it is clear again, he has come to the writer.

At such a close distance, the writer's wounded appearance can be seen more clearly. He can no longer see Shangguan Yan's facial features. After enduring his own slash, the surface is a layer of sticky blood, and behind it are the exposed muscles and fascia severely burned by Xiaoming's blood boiling.

The writer turned his dull, puppet-like eyeballs and stared at Xia Shou.

When the three feet of water was about to touch him, the three feet of water was dodged... Like the most outstanding mathematician, he dodged the water-like sword edge that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye without any extra movements, as if he had calculated the length of millimeters accurately.

But Xia Shou didn't want to do anything with the three feet of water. The three feet of water only needed to close the distance in an instant. His goal was to touch the opponent!

Xia Shou stepped out with his right foot to step on the opponent's right foot, and at the same time reached out to touch the opponent's shoulder without an arm.

Xia Shou held his breath. Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment, and everything in the outside world became a slow motion.

He could see his liquid red fingers slowly approaching the other person's body, and just before they were about to touch, he saw an extremely gorgeous scene.

The writer's shoulder turned into flames, and the flames turned into blood in the rising air in a very mysterious way, just like the wisps of water vapor rising when water boils, and the light bursting out from burning firewood.

And now, this light is changing again, crossing the boundaries of state, nature, temperature, and quality, ignoring the seemingly unchangeable physical properties.

This is the first time Xia Shou has seen the practice of "forbidden knowledge" in the real world.

And the price is... his touch has failed again.