Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 795: Station Primitive (3)
What a terrible storm...
The corners of the man's lips had a bit of bitterness, his eyes were dimly lit, his whole body was eroded by severe pain, and the bones were deep, and the terrifying wounds of the flesh and blood were tangled irregularly, all over this broken picture. on the body.
Now he is in ragged clothes, like a beggar on the side of the road. The torn clothes have become cloth strips, and only a few are left to hang on his body.
The amount of blood that is shocking is not an exaggeration to describe it as blood flow, and even if someone sees this scene, they will be amazed, such a terrifying injury, they can still breathe.
But even so.
Enduring such a terrifying storm, the man still held his head high and stood proudly in the air, like a sharp sword that would never be bent, exuding even more amazing fighting intent, and was not affected by the injury at all.
Such stubborn behavior will make him consume more, obviously unnecessary, energy that can be saved.
But...he's holding on.
Maybe it's because of the so-called stubbornness, or maybe it's just simply not wanting to admit defeat, but more, it's repaying the enemy in front of you.
He... no, it should be.
Even though the corpse was manipulated after death and reduced to a beast that only knew how to kill, it still showed the lofty fighting spirit of a proud warrior.
Consciousness has clearly dissipated...
But the instinct imprinted in the bones drives this battle-hardened body, and still has not forgotten the skills that have been tempered. From this point of view, it is worthy of admiration.
It even made him want to see how amazing he was when he was alive. Presumably he should also be a warrior who is the best in the world and has an unparalleled bearing.
The more so, the sadder he is.
The corpse of a great warrior like this should not be defiled after death and become a tool for others to kill. Its return should be sleep.
"Come on, round two."
The man let out a slow breath, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye: "You are a great warrior, and in return...I will show the greatest respect and kill you!"
"Roar..."
The primarch let out bursts of low-pitched roars, and in the pitch-black ink pupils, ferocious colors flickered frantically, and the violent aura skyrocketed, as if from a wild beast, releasing heart-pounding coercion.
The man watched him calmly.
A vague voice, full of exhaustion and vicissitudes, suddenly rang in his ear.
"Thank you..."
Bang-! ! !
Before the injury was completely healed, the man stepped out in one step. The whole person disappeared in place in an instant, and appeared in front of the original body in the next second. The distance of several hundred meters seemed to be directly erased.
However, the Primarch's reaction was extremely fast, as if he had already expected it, decisively wielding the golden sword, slashing the head of the person who came.
The man's eyes were sharp, his five fingers grasped in the void, and the long sword condensed by the spirits appeared instantly, drawing a stream of light from bottom to top.
Boom-
The swords collided, making a sonorous sound, and the sound wave shook the sky, passing by with a single touch, causing countless sparks to fly.
But in the next second, a more terrifying sword energy storm completely enveloped this area.
For a moment.
The two have already fought thousands of times, and the speed is completely undetectable to the naked eye.
You can only see the constantly cracking void, and the roaring Astral Sword Qi, tearing apart the trembling sky, leaving gaps behind.
The blast of air that erupts while moving is enough to smash a mountain into pieces.
The sharp sword qi broke through the sky, completely shattering the clouds, and the milky white moonlight shone down along the way, reflecting two rays of light, one black and one white, entangled with each other, almost crazy collision.
Knives, lights, swords, shadows, staggered collisions.
Ding ding! ! !
The destructive wind whistled, and the dense sound of gold and iron clashed. It was like a New Year's firecracker.
Very strong...very strong!
In just a few moments, the man added dozens of new wounds, each of which was deeply visible to the bone, and the rolled flesh was blurred, and it looked even terrifying.
However, such an injury is not fatal to him. As long as the brain and heart are not damaged, the recovery is only a few breaths.
What really troubled him was the power armor of the 'corpse' in front of him.
In terms of swordsmanship, the two of them are both at their peak, and the difference between them is almost the same. No defense.
Actually, that's not entirely true.
It's not that he can't break the defense, but this guy's intuition is very keen. Whenever he perceives danger, he will strengthen the surface of the armor, release more black energy, and forcibly offset the dangerous attack.
The more they fight, the more frightened the man becomes.
This guy has been dead for an unknown number of years, but he still maintains such a fighting instinct. What a powerful fighter he was in the beginning!
Zheng!
The swords meet again.
The man knew that his strength was not as good as the opponent's. With a twist of his wrist, he swung the blade of his sword, and his left hand, which was always free, suddenly protruded, and his fingertips were condensed with cyan flames, which crossed the battle armor of the Primarch.
"Breaking the awns!"
Hearing the words, the Primarch was slightly startled, and looked down at his chest. A pentagram was imprinted on the jet-black power armor.
"Boom!!!"
The man made a cold voice.
Breaking awns is an advanced Quincy formation technique. It needs to be arranged with concentrated spirits, which can cause a large number of spirits to explode. The power can be increased almost endlessly according to the concentration and quantity of spirits injected.
And this time, he injected an ultra-high concentration of spirits, which is a cyan flame in a burning state, and its power is so great that even he has never tried it himself.
The bursting ray is shining, and the turbulent flow of spiritual power bursts and surging, exuding a destructive aura.
The pupils of the primarch shrank suddenly, seemingly aware of the danger, but before he could do anything, he saw a huge beam of light covering him!
Rumble--! ! !
Just listen to the sky-shattering roar, erupting directly over the Alps.
The ultra-high concentration of spirits is burning fiercely, and the blue flames are roaring like a giant dragon, carrying a terrifying scorching high temperature, directly swallowing the original body itself, and a huge mushroom cloud rises in the night sky.
The huge dazzling light can be clearly seen even from hundreds of kilometers away, and can even feel the violent tremor of the earth.
The temperature in the vicinity of the entire Alps has risen by dozens of degrees in an instant under the explosion of blue flames. The top of the mountain seems to have been erased by an invisible hand, leaving only neat and smooth sections.
In the area centered on the two of them, all the air is squeezed and repelled out, forming a near-vacuum area.
After the initial explosion.
Whoohoo! ! !
The air in all directions is madly pouring in, and the thick airflow rolls up countless smoke and dust, accompanied by surging blue flames, lying on the eternal night, like thousands of dragons awakened from ancient times , making one after another deafening sound, echoing around the entire mountain range.
"Shout!"
A furious roar shattered the smoke and dust, the ferocious figure smashed the air turbulence, and charged again with a golden sword.
And there is still no sign of damage on the pitch-black power armor, as if it had suffered an explosion like the one just now, it was just a scratch for it.
"Sure enough..."
The man pulled a smile~IndoMTL.com~ didn't seem surprised, just raised his hand silently, a silver-white gun, I don't know when it was already in his hand: "If even this blow is If you can stop it, then I really admire you."
Click!
The knuckles pull the trigger.
A blue light was lost, shot from the muzzle, unremarkable and unremarkable, not even the primarch caring.
The Primarch slammed into the light arrow, but just before it hit, his instinct seemed to sense the danger, and he forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, causing the light that was supposed to be aimed at the head to be lost, slightly deflected by a dozen or so centimeter.
Bang-!
The entire black shoulder armor was shattered, leaving a hole the size of a fist.
And the azure blue light arrow was not hindered in the slightest. After passing through his shoulders, it disappeared into the distant hill.
"In the end, it's still the best."
Watching the record he created, the man couldn't help grinning: "Two points and one line, everything is connected."