non-plastic epic

Chapter 4 "A Ghost Bound by a Wooden Sword"

"Damn! The amount of information is a bit large, the biggest banker... is about to re-deal the cards."

Isn't the time limit of 300 million years just around the corner, and the world will reshuffle the cards again.

Brother Dao will deal the cards, and the final winner will naturally be the owner of the next 300 million years.

The right to change the future is equal to everyone and every race. The quality of dealing cards naturally plays a part, but the most critical point is how to play.

In comparison, another thing about myself is also worth noting. After practicing the Shangqing Dadong Bingxin Sutra, with the help of the spirit of sea consciousness, the head can make a few sharp turns in one breath.

So much information originally obtained from classics or hearsay is hidden in the depths of my mind. As long as I move my mind, all useful information will be extracted with the help of exercises without encryption at all. The password came out to make trouble, tsk amazing.

It seems that the time spent reading books as a Zhai is still very useful. Those elders of the sect who only go in and out of PY may not know that there are so many of me, but... it seems that knowing so many is useless for the time being. Now random mobs can bring me back to the resurrection point to read the article, but every time I hit the street, I can change the map and create a new account to start again.

woo woo woo woo!The sound of piercing the sky suddenly entered the ear curtains, "Huh? What's the sound?" Looking back, an extremely huge thing fell on the head!

"Damn! I'll fuck you with a hammer, what a big wooden sword!" He hurriedly avoided it with a donkey roll.

It turned out that when I didn't notice it for a while, the small wooden sword slid behind me at some point, and suddenly became extremely huge as if it was inflated, like a coffin lid pressing a ghost, and I don't know why. I can fly alone, as if I want to smash my head down hard.

Dry!When the hell did I practice the skills and exercises, what did I say that I should respond!Or do my ancestors have the blood of the Golden Crow of the Yaozu?No, I haven't heard of any of my relatives who have such a powerful crow's mouth. If it's good, it doesn't work, and if it's bad, you can tell for sure. "Wow!" A highly difficult roll to the ground...

Because there were serious injuries to the lower body, the flesh and blood were separated.

It was extremely strenuous to dodge, I rolled and jumped a few times in a row, I was already out of breath and physically exhausted, it would be an exaggeration to say that I was exhausted.

"Hoo hoo hoo, if the lid of such a big "handle" coffin touches his upper body, he will die, and if he is rubbed, he will die half of his life."

This big wooden sword can fly up and hit people, at least only a master of the third-order real person can achieve the means of imperial objects. Is someone hiding in other passages to hide me? Is it the master here?He should have died a long time ago, or some ghost has grown into a spirit?No, birds can't climb up to shit in this place, so how could other people come up to play ghost games with me.

"Wow!" After a while, dodging the indiscriminate sweep of the big wooden sword, "Mother, it won't work if you go on like this, you have to find a way to get out, or you will turn into a puddle of mud sooner or later."

"What should I do? Hurry up and think of a solution. Oh, and by the way, look at what else I have in my treasure bag." Thinking of this emergency, there was no other way. He rolled towards the door formed by the Cave Sky Tree, hoping to use the narrow A small door to block this unidentified flying giant wooden sword!
While crawling and rolling out, I had to spend half of my mind scanning the existing things in the storage bag, let me see, let me see, there it is!Rainstorm pear blossom shit, let me go!The first thing I saw was the backhand prepared by the mob team I met not long ago.A peerless hidden weapon that no one can afford to be tricked - homemade rainstorm pear blossom feces!

"Da da da da da da!" Useless?Seeing that he was proud of the hidden weapon, he could only stop the momentum of the big wooden sword, and the shit from the hidden weapon was just bounced in all directions, and what was so frustrating was that when he lifted a rock, he hit his foot scene.A few splashes of unspeakable things dripped on his side and his legs.

"Oh oh oh! Shit you!"

In an instant, it was as if he had seen something terrifying. With an astonishing speed, he jumped out of the cave door.Looking back, he threw out a locking dart from the storage bag and nailed it into the gap of the cave door, hoping to act as a trip lock to block the extremely violent momentum of the big wooden sword.

Don't ask me why I have prepared so many hidden weapons, my original idea was to be a long-range C position, and only a stunned young man would go back to do close-to-hand combat.And I also admire very much a long time ago, from the book, there is a family of Tang Xiuxian in the north who specializes in hidden weapons, and he will steal his teacher when he has time later.

Sure enough, as expected, one end of the big wooden sword was equipped with the trap I arranged in response.

There were a few jingling sounds of gold and iron, "Fuck, what kind of wood is this wooden sword, how can it make such harsh heavy metal noises."

Looking back at the wooden sword, it was like a monster that wanted to devour people. It seemed that its prey was repeatedly blocking its hard-won feast, and it kept shaking, as if it was accumulating anger.

"Huh? What's the situation." The scene of a close call should not be a distraction, but I saw a frightening scene.

The "handle" of the wooden sword, which seemed to be trembling out of breath, suddenly passed an angry face.The brows are furrowed, the eyes are wide open, the mouth is cracked, the fangs are exposed, and the entire facial features are distorted... It's okay, it's a ghost.

"Wow, this sudden surprise moment is a bit overwhelming. The transformation of the fairy tale to the supernatural style is too fast...

It turned out that it wasn't a little thief hiding in the corner to make a fool of himself, but a little ghost possessing a wooden sword and outputting in close combat. "

There was a soft bang, and my flying iron dart with a lock coughed.He only persisted for two breaths before being freed, and the soul was so happy that he was about to fly out. For a moment, the ghost was so angry that he even forgot the injury on his buttocks, and he rolled forward and stood up and was about to run away.

But... how do I escape? I am already on a cliff with no road in front of me. If I go a few steps forward, I am only a few feet away from the real hell.

Hu's mind went blank. For the first time, he felt that his life was going to end here, and he didn't know how to "operate" for a while.Even if there is any backhand, I'm afraid it will be too late to display it.

Looking back in despair, I saw the sharp point of the wooden sword less than one meter away from my Tianling Gai, "Oh no, no no no no! I'll fuck your mother!" Give up hope, not supporting the kneecaps where the weight of the upper body will kneel.

······ Even when the body is about to give up hope at the desperate moment, as long as there is still a breath left, it will still use all its strength to roar... that sound that breaks the sky...

"Me! Do it! You! Mother! Dear! Ah!"

There are moments of depression...or choose to use your last strength to choose to continue fighting!Even if it's a disgusting person who spits blood and foam.

Instantly!Suddenly a golden light burst out in front of me, and the light bloomed like a big sun in an instant...
"········this."

Looking at the few pieces of paper that suddenly appeared in front of him, resisting the tip of the sword.

Never would he have expected...a few pieces of paper written with ancient seal scripts from who knows how many thousands of years ago were placed in front of his forehead, quietly and firmly against the giant sword that kept whispering.

It's like a small reef easily withstood the huge waves, like a fragile canoe facing the lingering clouds and wind, like... a weak fire responding to the howling of faith, stubbornly refuting the darkness of the night.

(End of this chapter)