Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1983: , Take 1 step and see 3 steps (medium)
Ding——
Li Eishui, who had made a temporary change of tactics, was forced to collide with the black spear. The sound of sharp gold swept across the ground. Two rows of street lamps were cut off in the middle. The cuts were smooth and flat. Li Eishui moved back more than ten meters forcibly, and there were many people on the ground. Two deep and hard strokes. Li Ershui's face was solemn as he stared at the owner of the black spear. He was a man whose age could not be discerned. He had an ordinary and expressionless face. It seemed that nothing in the world could interest him. His eyes were dull and his breath was weak. , not as good as a gold-level evolver.
After being defeated by the master of the bamboo sword last time, Li Ershui's sword-drawing skills have been improved to a whole new level. The sword is drawn out as fast as lightning, and the enemy can often only see the afterimage. The sword has been hit, and the gunman in front of him, There was no visible sword, and it came first and blocked his sword calmly. He felt a lot of pressure.
"Your sword is good." The gunman looked at Li Eishui.
"Your gun is not bad either." Li Ershui put his finger on the hilt of the sword and turned his body slightly sideways, not facing the gunman head-on.
"But you have a fatal flaw." The gunman said.
"I'm still alive and well." Li Eishui said.
"To deal with ordinary people, your sword is enough, but when you encounter someone whose speed is not slower than yours, the sword-drawing technique is the biggest flaw. You pursue the speed of the sword too much and ignore the internal strength." The gunman said.
"If you had killed me in a sneak attack just now, you wouldn't need to talk nonsense now." Li Ershui said with a smile.
"Seeking death!" The gunman became angry. His wrist shook and the black spear shot into the ground. Only a shadow of the gun slowly dissipated in the air.
Li Eishui's face was calm and he didn't make any move. He just stared at the gunman. For three seconds, it seemed like three hundred years had passed. When the earth shook, the gunman's fingers trembled. At this moment, Li Eishui took action, and the sword light cut through the void, like lightning breaking through the dark clouds. It was so fast that Li Eishui's sword had been sheathed, and the remaining sword light was still shining in the sky.
"You——" the gunman only said one word, a wisp of blood slowly seeped out from the center of his eyebrows, and he fell to the ground dead. Almost at the same time, the ground broke open, and a pangolin covered in blood came out, revealing only one His head was no longer strong, and he was dying. On his chest, he seemed to be able to see the tip of a spear exposed. It was originally black, but now it was dyed red.
"Pfft——"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Li Ershui's mouth. His body shook a few times, and finally the sword fell to the ground, and he barely stabilized his body. His face was pale, without a trace of blood.
The gunman's sneak attack caused heavy damage to him. In order not to let the gunman see the flaw, he suppressed it hard and took advantage of the gunman's ignorance of the existence of pangolins. His injuries worsened and he could no longer be suppressed. The gunman was very scary. If the gunman hadn't been careless, even if he added the pangolin, he would have died.
If you win by luck, the price will be huge. The gunman is right, his internal strength cannot keep up with his sword.
There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the figure flew. Crazy Bai retreated in half. Finally, he couldn't hold it back, and took another half step back. A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which immediately made the Ping An army's hearts rise.
"It is rare to have such skill at such a young age. If it weren't for you and me being in different camps, I really don't want to kill you." The middle-aged man's folding fan was not opened. He spoke slowly and looked at Bright, with a sense of righteousness emanating from it.
"A person like you shouldn't have any friends, right?" Madman Bai looked down at his chest. There was a hole in his clothes. The size just matched the top of the folding fan. If he moved half a centimeter to the right, it would be Heart.
It is the work of a middle-aged man that makes him vomit blood.
His words are bright and majestic, but his actions are sinister and vicious. If you haven't experienced it, who can tell that this person is so despicable just from the surface?
"You are wrong, I have no enemies." The middle-aged man smiled slightly and was not angry.
"What's your name?" asked Madman Bai.
"There is no need for a dying person to know." The middle-aged man's voice was soft, trying to anger Madman Bai.
"I have lived in vain for so many years. To deal with someone who is not much older than you, you still need to join forces with others. People like you are destined to be unable to reach a higher level in this life. Only fearless people can break through that There are layers of barriers, you, at your age, are just greedy for life and afraid of death." Crazy Bai is not an elephant. The elephant has never read a book. He has never been an opponent of others when he curses. He is easily angry. Crazy Bai comes from a military family and has a cultural class. It is a required course.
"Junior is seeking death!" The middle-aged man was angry, and he suddenly unfolded his folding fan. With just one wave, white mist enveloped Crazy White. In the mist, countless sword auras that were invisible to the naked eye almost merged with the mist.
The middle-aged man is actually a swordsman.
"If you are like this, if you fight alone, you only need three moves to beat you to the point where you don't even know your mother." Madman Bai shouted loudly, his breath suddenly increased a lot, his breath was released, and he heard ding ding ding. With a dinging sound, the dense sword energy hit his body-protecting energy and instantly turned into powder. Madman Bai punched the middle-aged man, the wind of the fist howling like thunder.
The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he avoided it sideways without any direct contact. But at this moment, he saw the disdain and ridicule in Madman Bai's eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized something was wrong. He used the folding fan as a sword and struck with lightning. He went to the left of Madman Bai, but it was already a step too late. Madman Bai had already reached the right and punched three times in a row.
Bang, bang, bang!
The three punches were connected with almost no pause in between. The strength of some bald old men was not inferior to that of Madman Bai. They were just frightened by his indomitable momentum and took a defensive position. He took half a step back. However, unknown to him, Madman Bai increased his strength. The momentum of Madman Bai was the most powerful. The more he fought, the braver he became. Three punches were the strength of Madman Bai's life. He directly drove the bald old man into the ground, leaving only his head exposed on the ground.
The bald old man was bleeding from all his orifices, his face was ferocious, but his eyes were dimmed. Madman Bai’s punch was too hard. His screams before death were blocked by the gushing blood, and he died like this.
Boom——
Boom——
After Madman Bai killed the bald old man, he turned around to greet the middle-aged man and another knife master. Although he was a little embarrassed and had a knife mark and sword mark on his body, he didn't care at all and laughed: "Pain!" The aura on his body increased instead of decreasing, and his eyes seemed to make the sword expert's heart numb.
"Fighting consumes his energy. He will not be able to last long." The middle-aged man was experienced and could see Madman Bai's weakness at a glance.
"I was still a little uncertain at first, but your words confirmed my opinion. You have never been able to reach that level in this life. Your strength is not inferior to mine, but you don't even have the courage to fight me alone. , Pathetic!" Madman Bai was shocked, but his face was nonchalant and he spoke sarcastically.
"You are already destined to die, so why should I take risks? A gentleman would not stand under a dangerous wall." The middle-aged man's face became calmer, and his fighting style began to be conservative. The master of the sword was not a weakling. After the middle-aged man Reminder, stop rashly advancing. In this way, although Crazy Bai is not so dangerous, the other masters of the Ping An Army are in very bad shape. Crazy Bai does not dare to be impatient yet. He knows very well that the middle-aged man is waiting for him to make a mistake. As long as he If he reveals his flaw, the middle-aged man will inevitably deliver a fatal blow. By then, he will not even have the chance to regret it.
Liu Wei'an and Chang Yueying, who were driving at great speed, suddenly stopped. From top speed to extreme silence, there was no buffer in between. It was as if the two of them had been standing here without moving.
"Who are you?" Liu Wei'an stared at the old man blocking the way, with a lot of questions in his heart. He and Chang Yueying did not choose the high-speed rail, but chose Qinggong. How did this person know what he was thinking and get there in advance? Wait here?
Leaks don't exist. He was the one who chose this route, and Chang Yueying didn't know it in advance. Also, where did this old man come from? This place is still within the scope of the Governor's Mansion. Within his jurisdiction, there is a person who he cannot sense the danger in advance. He has no idea at all.
The old man was wrapped in a large robe. The robe was in tatters, but it could be seen that the material of the robe was very good. The occasional patterns on the dirt-covered surface also proved this. Su embroidery, in In ancient times, it was a technique exclusively used by the royal family.
The robe is a good robe~IndoMTL.com~Unfortunately, it has become a beggar’s outfit now. However, this is not the point. The point is who is this person? Which force does it belong to?
The old man's tattered robe moved, and dozens of red ropes floated out. In the blink of an eye, a chessboard was formed in the void. The ropes were soft, but could be stretched as straight as iron without any force. This move moved both Liu Wei'an and Chang Yueying.
"Can you play chess?" The old man waved his robe again. On the square below, there were two kinds of black and white tiles. At this moment, the white tiles flew behind him, stacked one after another, and they were also suspended in the air. , as if there is an invisible bracket supporting it.
Go is something left by our ancestors, but unfortunately, Liu Wei'an doesn't know how to play it. The questions asked by the old man were not simple. They not only tested the chess skills, but also the skill. If the strength was slightly insufficient, the chess pieces would not be able to hang in the air. Once the chess pieces fell, it would almost be equivalent to admitting defeat.
In ancient times, a game of chess could be played for several days, which was a great test of skill.
"It's not easy to have to work hard at such an old age." Liu Wei'an remained unmoved.
"Play chess. If you win, I will answer any questions you have." The old man's face was calm.
"What if I lose?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"If you lose, you will lose your freedom." The old man said.
"How did the old man do it so confidently that he was unfair?" Liu Wei'an laughed dumbly, but the old man still looked like he was at a disadvantage.
"There are only a handful of people in this world who can play chess with me." The old man said proudly.
"Old man, there are many ways to delay time. You have chosen the stupidest one." Liu Wei'an stared at the old man for a long time and suddenly spoke. When the old man's expression changed, the world turned into darkness, absolute darkness. Vision, hearing, consciousness, and senses all left the body at this moment.