Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 123: The poison of death (2/4)

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang—Ian Wiggs' swords intersected, the sound of bones and iron colliding continued, and apprentices and knights were fighting fiercely.

One side kept retreating and defending, while the other side kept advancing and attacking, unexpectedly maintaining a considerable balance of power.

"Is his strength inexhaustible?"

The enemy's sword is heavier than a sword. It is far more powerful than ordinary monsters. The young man already feels numb in his palms and arms, and the extreme pain is spreading to his whole body: "Swinging a sword with one hand can make you It's hard for me to fight with swords in both hands!"

It’s been a long time since I saw the enemy’s physical exhaustion, and the young man couldn’t help but sigh in his heart: “After fighting with the teacher for a long time, one arm and part of the internal organs were cut off, and then he was bombarded by lightning. I have been against the sword for so long!"

Is the sublimator of the earth attribute really so tough? !

But it was Weggs who was even more shocked.

"What monster?! Even if I am seriously injured, there is absolutely no way for the ordinary first level to catch my sword!"

Even though both eyes are destroyed, the knight still remembers the appearance of the other party - a white boy of about ten years old. There may be such abundant physical strength and skill that he can block his continuous sword moves.

"Could it be that he is not only talented in sublimation practice, but also has excellent potential in martial arts?"

What he feels at the moment, besides being unimaginable, is also an extremely complex emotion composed of admiration, jealousy, and suddenness: "No wonder... no wonder the teacher who is about to die disregards his own body and accepts him as a disciple ..."

"No wonder the mentor...is willing to give his life for him."

But...

I can do this too!

Two faint white flames ignited in the eye socket cavity of the head of the bone armor, and viscous black-red body fluid flowed out, like blood and tears.

At this moment, the water-colored brilliance in Ian's eyes, who also activated his spiritual energy, trembled slightly. He saw Weggs thrusting his sword obliquely towards his chest again, so he raised his sword to block it.

But at this moment, he felt an extreme sense of danger.

Weggs' stabbing sword was just a false move. After being blocked by Ian's sword, he drew an arc, bypassing the defensive range of the long sword, and then stabbed towards the boy's open heart .

This is impossible, because if Ian hadn't planned to stop his defense just now, he could have taken advantage of the situation and slashed at the most vulnerable right shoulder of Weggs' armor, and then shredded his ribs and bones. lungs.

Gambling? How is it possible...

This is, mind reading!

"Weggs can hear the heart!"

Thinking in astonishment, Ian knew this a long time ago, but he didn't expect the accuracy of this mind reading to be so high that his subconscious mind could grasp it-he didn't even think about it just now, just according to his instinct block!

But it was too late to deal with it now, the knight's rapier had already reached his chest, and there was only a thin layer of clothing away from the heart, the flesh and blood of the human body and the undeveloped bone plate.

But the bone blade did not pierce the layer of clothing.

Boom!

As if hitting something extremely tough, Ian's body flew upside down, and then rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment - he still held the frontless epee in his hand, and after unloading the force I got up the first time after, and set up the confrontational driving again.

"I'm not dead?"

The young man thought in astonishment that he felt that he would at least be stabbed to the bone, and then picked up by Wiggs to turn into a human-shaped meat skewer... Anyway, that was probably the end, the time was too tight, and he didn't have time to think about it.

He looked down at his chest, and the pain followed—the bones in his chest had been shattered, and the petrified flesh and skin of the sand armor apprentice had also been shattered. The flesh and blood were bloody, and the bone dregs protruded.

But the heart was intact, it was only shaken a bit, and there was a little bit of ventricular ischemia and arrhythmia.

"Ahem." Suddenly, Ian spat out a mouthful of blood, and was 'hit' by Wiggs' sword just now, causing him to bite a small piece of his tongue... But this pain and now spread all over his body. The warning coming, the unspeakable soreness and paralysis are incomparable.

Even if he is not dead, his body has also reached its limit.

On the other side, Wiggs, who was trembling from the psychic backlash, also sensed the touch from the bone blade in his left hand in a daze.

He felt that he would definitely be able to pierce through that talented junior with one blow.

But...

"Dragon Skin..."

A hoarse, extremely dry voice sounded, the knight raised his head in disbelief, and 'looked' in Ian's direction, his tone was full of astonishment and disbelief: "The mentor took off his real steel dragon skin cloak ...make clothes for you?!"

Jealous? Or resentment? Not only that... more is a kind of unwillingness that is almost choking.

Wait——

While feeling agitated, Wiggs noticed that besides the dragon skin, the flesh and bones on the chest of the Bai Zhimin boy were also too hard.

—Oh.

It was only then that the man came to his senses.

That child...can already activate the sand armor, condensing three sublimation organs...

This is not something that can be piled up by relying on talent and resources casually. It is something that can only be condensed and sublimated with sweat and tears, blood and soul.

Compared to these, he failed to take a single blow, and Ian did not die, all of which are trivial matters.

"What a genius... what a hard work. You are really strong."

The man's tone is no longer jealous or disappointed, but a kind of sudden understanding, a kind of enlightenment.

He finally understood something.

In Ian's eyes, the mist representing threat and danger on Wiggs' body became more and more dense, covering him like a lightning mist, and painting the white armor into a dead black red.

Whether it is for him or for myself.

The opponent has also reached the limit.

——The final battle is coming.

At this moment, the young man is also very aware of his current physical condition.

The arm muscles were torn, the sternum was shattered, the heart was trembling, and all the strength in his body was almost exhausted. His legs were almost unsteady. where the range.

—The limit has been reached.

Ian turned his head sideways and looked in the direction of Hilliard. The old man was struggling to get up. He seemed to be saying these things, as if to let him come, let him continue this endless, mentor and apprentice battle between.

But how is it possible? Hilliard's physical condition is worse than him, and there is only an insignificant gap left before he dies.

He had to fight...whether it was for his teacher, for himself, or for Elan in Port Harrison. No one can guarantee that Wiggs, who has long been close to madness, will let a child of a few years old-he might let it go, but why should he trust the enemy?

"Mind reading..."

Whispering to himself, by forcing himself to think, Ian strengthened his spirits, thinking about how to deal with the enemy's most difficult force: "If it wasn't for that mind-reading, I might be able to persist until he exhausted his physical strength first..."

Obviously, because of the loss of both ears, eyes and even the sense of smell and touch, Wiggs' extreme desire for hearing made his psychic power explode further, and even Ian's instinctive reaction could be spied on.

This is already the ultimate, no matter how powerful the mind reading is, it can't be stronger than this, it can only have other functions.

How to deal with this psionic and overwhelming power?

"Only... completely give up thinking."

With a realization in his heart, Ian took out a seed from his bosom: "There is only a stronger, much stronger power than now."

The seed of the soma wine tree is held tightly in the palm of the boy.

After the indigenous war two years ago, Ian did not sell those Somo wine tree seeds to the pharmacy. He was not short of money, but lacked this special sublimation plant as a research material.

After several alchemy refining failures, five of the original six seeds were consumed, leaving only the last one.

Ian swallowed it and chewed it.

The almond-like seeds exude a long-precipitated, overly rich aroma in the mouth, and it permeates after chewing, turning into a strange taste mixed with sweet and bitter, as if highly poisonous.

This is indeed poison - the native berserkers are bloodthirsty beasts armed with this poison, as long as they swallow it, they can turn into ruthless war machines.

and die.

Ian has always been very rational, this is a necessary choice, he neither hesitates nor regrets, not to mention that he is a sublimator, and he is not an ordinary native.

"If you can't win, you will die. If you eat it, you will probably die. It's too easy to choose."

So he swallowed the poison called death, and let the mellow fragrance that was enough to intoxicate the soul spread in his body.

So he raised his sword again.

Stand in front of the enemy.

Stand in front of loved ones.