Chapter 270 269 Secret One Heart
Time is passing bit by bit, and the facts cannot be changed by anyone's will and request.
Lan En and Ashina Yishin now truly felt how far an immortal species with a long first-mover advantage could arm themselves.
Eight Hundred Bhikshunis' talents are not high at all. Whether it is sword skills, light body skills, physical limits, or other talents, she is mediocre.
Her sword skills are only solid. Even if she has practiced for hundreds of years, she is only at this level.
If it were Ashina Isshin who was full of energy and the two of them only spoke with swords, the skinny old man would even be sure to chop off her head within three minutes.
Her light body technique is on the same level as Xiao's, but because she doesn't have to hide like a ninja, the large monk's robes and cassocks she wears can catch the wind while jumping and landing. It can be lighter and float further.
Her body absorbed enough source water over a long period of time to grow to its current size and strength.
This undead man with mediocre talents in all aspects has spent a long time arming himself to become the troublesome person he is today.
"Ehhaha"
The sinister and sharp laughter came from all directions, which was the sound of the ink phantom summoned by eight hundred bhikkhunis using magic.
A foot wearing luxurious straw sandals stepped on the naginata blade that stabbed from bottom to top.
The eight dead insects, which are less ferocious than the same kind, are about to tear apart the prison made of steel and flesh.
"Crack"
The demon hunter frowned. Under Old Robert in front of him, the sound of the steel armor and flesh and blood body being torn apart by the limbs of dead insects could be heard constantly.
"Stay to the front, even if you get off the guillotine, remember to ask the executioner for a bowl of water. Who knows what will happen when you drink water? You were taught that way when you were young, Lan. Well. Now give him that sentence too."
"Shi Dong, can he still hold on?"
The dry human body sighed and chanted sadly. Read scriptures.
That sword is good at cutting, but good at smashing
But the key is time or time
It looks like a light and airy texture like an ink painting, but When Isshin Ashina and Lan En managed to avoid the naginata wielded by those ink phantoms with just a hair’s breadth, we knew that was the only thing that comforted Lan En now.
These phantoms will disappear like the fading clouds and mist, and then appear in other places like the thickening clouds and mist.
The skinny one-eyed old man was panting, sweating, and his beard and hair were disheveled.
Finally, the countdown set by Mentos under the corner of Lan En's retina came to the forefront.
Suddenly, the volume of the bad-like worldIt suddenly dropped for a moment. The sound of burning, the creaking of the floorboards, and the neighing of dead insects were all louder.
Because it is a dead insect, it is dead, and now, the situation has become one-on-one.
The sawdust and dust in the ground are rolling in one direction, and the flames under the candlestick are swaying in one direction.
But the knife that can reverse the situation has always failed. Delivered.
I held the unsheathed katana behind my face, blocking my damaged eyes. I only had one sharp single eye, looking at my opponent from the hilt.
The blade has a spiral airflow blade, like a small rotating drill bit.
We can only wander around the entangled bodies of the Immortal Peak servant and Lao Shidongcai to prevent the enemies from joining together.
But even as a corpse, old Shi Dongcai was extremely slow.
The other party is just abusing my body that has no feelings yet.
"He has also read the scroll of the flow of consciousness you gave me, right? It's actually not that difficult to understand."
But Ashina Isshin still couldn't bear it. Show arrogance.
Inspired by that pleasant voice, Ashina Isshin felt even worse.
Besides Lan En’s ears, the centipedes also threw the broken limbs outside their mouths and under their appendages.
The direction of Ashina Isshin
What is really troublesome is that the spell allows the two of them to find where the other party's body is.
The demon hunter's sword directly chopped away the eight dead insects that jumped over, but there was no trace of nervousness on my face.
"In the endurance battle between life and death, even if you are so happy that you want to die, you must persist to the front. However, even death is uncomfortable. That is not what you think."
That moment It must have been stabbed under Lan En's body. What would appear would be just a knife edge. It is estimated that my entire waist and abdomen would be strangled by the air blade.
Those phantom attacks were not caused by Ashina Isshin. He Shidong cared because both of us were superior to four hundred bhikshunis in the art of swordsmanship.
My tall and thin body quickly squatted up and raised my center of gravity.
The sound of the chitin carapace rubbing against the ground sounded, and the spring-like centipede finished moving on its base again.
But under the corner of my mouth, I consciously did not reveal a generous smile.
It feels wrong to definitely die in such a battle.
"The results you shed with your heart"
The giant sword under his hand slashed horizontally. The two parts were the lower body of the dead insect and the Immortal Peak servant, which were directly cut by the blade of the giant sword. A small cut was made, and then he was torn in half by the power and inertia of the sword
Lan En could feel that Isshin Ashina would fight hard to stop four hundred bhikkhunis alone even though his physical strength was limited. Ordered something.
Lan En went to block the Xianfeng servant, a murderous monster, while he stood behind the master.
I want to die because I want to hurt others again, but now I can’t even die.All the strength was taken away by the dead insects.
The blade, which was tilted by the force, was pushed back to the ground and rolled up fine wood chips, soil and masonry, but no one was hurt.
We must prevent the two enemies from joining together and destroying us like nothing. But the opponent's endurance as a deceased person has not yet dragged him to death.
"Now is the time to show him something."
Only the words outside the old man's mouth were audible.
The servants of Xianfeng are out of trouble.
"Secret Tradition"
That dangerous move even stunned the four hundred bhikkhunis.
The two of us basically can't use the biggest moves, such as dodging sideways to avoid the opponent's knife swing.
The old man asked the young man in front of him who was entangled with the dead insect.
The spell did not last long, because Lan En observed that the moves of the ink phantoms were becoming increasingly disintegrated.
There is a gap between the phantom blade and the real steel.
Two blasts of sound coming from in front of him made the demon hunter turn around suddenly.
It seems like nothing is pulling the huge amount of air together.
It is a move that ordinary people dare to even think about, but in my eyes, although it is fatal if you are too ambitious, as long as you succeed, you can't gain an advantage.
The kind of move that would put him to death if he made just the slightest mistake seemed to the young Ashina Isshin to be a particularly good way to deal with it.
Outside the Buddhist hall, the ink-like phantoms suddenly disappeared together, and a huge blade of purple light and shadow thrust out from the disintegrating haze towards Lan En's front waist
Old Until Robert died, I never let out a cry of pain or scream, only a sigh of regret.
It seems to be a very desperate situation.
Bai Li still hasn’t come back yet.
"One Heart"
Now, everyone is working hard.
The old man stood behind the four hundred bhikkhunis with a smile, but uncharacteristically put the gold and steel dragon sword in his hand back into its scabbard and stood it upright behind his back.
It is a crisp sword.
When he was young, Ashina had no ambition and no ability to act.
The young man did not answer, but apart from the sound of the giant steel sword causing strong winds and colliding with the monster, there was no hesitation or flinching.
The scabbard restarted, and it was noisy.
Suddenly, for some reason, there was a breeze blowing across the entire temple.
The Phantom Lord, who had been attacking fiercely just now, seemed to feel some kind of oppressive atmosphere at this time, and his violent retreat posture turned into a defensive posture without realizing it.
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