Arad's crooked savior

"Who took your name!"

He had a splitting headache, and his soul seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, crushed hard, and then stirred vigorously in different clockwise directions.

His head seemed to be about to explode from the inside. The chaotic state made it difficult for him to even distinguish basic logical thinking.

His left hand was pressing his head, and his right hand was holding the Ronin sword pointed directly at Luxi's face. Like an apprentice who was new to swordsmanship, his arms lacked strength and began to tremble.

He was like a beast forced into a corner, relying on instinct to make some unknown sounds. His emotions became more and more angry due to pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and his vision became blurred.

He only had that business card in his eyes, like an endangered female animal still protecting her cubs, even if she used her last tooth.

"give me back!"

His thoughts and spirit were completely confused, without any trace of the grace and poise that a famous sword master should have. An inexplicable memory was about to break through the cage and occupy his mind.

For Aganzuo, the memory that belonged to him ten years ago now seems like a forced intruder!

"ah!"

Out of anger, Ronin swung his giant sword head-on, but was easily blocked again.

There was almost no structure and no hint of the giant sword's sword intention. He just relied on instinct and used his tough physical fitness and strength to make very basic attack movements.

With all his brute strength, he is not even as good as a professional!

Luxi also struggled to resist this power. Her body lost the curse of Kazan, and naturally also lost the power of blood given by Kazan.

The soul crystal can speed up the degree of compatibility, but it is still a process of slow control. Just last night, she was still used to the weak soul sleeping with rice cakes.

when!

The sword blades met, and during the short breath, Luxi's eyes warmed, and he still said contemptuously: "You once said that you must have no distracting thoughts, so that your sword will be sharper and more exquisite! But look at it now You are like a trapped animal, without any sense at all."

"Shut up! Give it back!"

Aganzuo, whose eyes were red, was about to swing his sword and attack again, but the opponent took the first step. The sword moves were sharp, and the opening and closing of the sword were round and seamless.

Aganzuo, who had lost the heart of the Sword Master, was tired of dealing with it, but this familiar swordsmanship made his eyes widen and his heart beat violently.

"You actually don't like giant swords. At first, you only used giant swords to train your arm strength and power control. But as you practice, you have become accustomed to the giant sword's ease of use. The light sword actually affects your performance."

A hot sparkle flashed across the corner of Luxi's eyes. She was telling something that only the two of them knew, a secret that even Ye Lin didn't know.

"You hate Bwanga's kumiss. You complained about it. Isn't it meant for horses to drink?"

"Uncle Linus abandoned his sword to strike iron because the ghosts and gods devoured his friend's sanity, and he accidentally killed him. Later, it was the grave you and he made together."

Aganzuo seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw in the turbulent ocean. A little light emerged and he murmured: "Ghosts and gods? By the way, ghost hands... I must find a way to cure ghost hands. No, why should I cure them?" Ghost Hands, I don’t have that thing.”

Regardless of the urgency of the battle, he actually put down the giant sword and stared blankly at his hands. The skin was rough and calloused, but the color was normal and not in the shape of ghost hands at all.

Luxi's sword was extremely sharp, but it stopped just an inch between his eyebrows. A-Gump subconsciously raised his head and frowned. He was not aware of the sharp edge of the sword and his eyebrows were cold, but his eyes were involuntarily fixed on the opponent's left hand.

The mysterious dark elf grabbed a metal business card in his left hand, wearing a black sleeve that covered his shoulders. The palm of his long-knuckled hand was as red as blood, which was not a normal color.

"Ghost hands? Do you have ghost hands?"

Certain distinctive clue conditions begin to connect with each other based on the blank brain, forming certain memory models, like a few fish hooks that will fish out the big hidden fish from the deep sea of ​​thinking.

His logical thinking was confused, and of course he couldn't clearly see Luxi's left arm with a sleeve and the "ghost hand" with sharp nails. It was actually just a deliberate make-up.

Alice said at noon that Luxi's most difficult time was over, and now it was Forrest Gump's turn.

"You have always liked wine with low alcohol content. You say you are greedy for the taste, but you don't want to be confused by alcohol and disturb your mood."

Luxi didn't even notice that her accent was so shaky, but she knew that Aganzuo's memory was affected by the apostle, and if she wanted to recall it again, pain was inevitable.

From being furious to being confused and dazed now, Forrest Gump took a step back unconsciously, but suddenly tripped over a stone and fell into the muddy water, unable to get up.

Her eyes were full of pity, but she still pursed her lips firmly and pointed the tip of the sword directly between the other person's eyebrows.

"Oh, the majestic giant sword master Aganzuo, a famous figure in the Arad continent, has fallen into the mud and become decadent. It is really ridiculous. How did you get the title of the four sword masters? Xilan, Baan, Buwan Jia, how do you qualify to be tied with them?"

In a state of absent-mindedness, his thinking was almost blank, and he subconsciously followed the direction of the other party's question.

"Four Sword Saints? Xilan...Buwanga...I am the Sword Master?" He murmured.

"It's really embarrassing. Is this all your strength? If...you were stronger..."

She trembled her lips and uttered the last words that struck her soul with "contempt".

Before Shilok's erasure took effect, Aganzuo was in despair. When he was brought back to Xuzu by Xilan to rest, he often murmured to himself that if he were stronger, she would not die!

If I were as strong as the legendary Sword Master Sodros, if...just if...

"What if I...that's all? What if I'm stronger?"

He stared at his big, rough hands, and then looked at the giant sword stuck sideways on the ground, shining brightly, reflecting the vicissitudes of his face with a dirty beard and a lost soul.

Then, the color of this piece of heaven and earth suddenly changed, the warm sunshine disappeared, and the surrounding houses and vegetation also disappeared, as if the space had moved and the sea had changed.

The street outside Xilan Dojo suddenly turned into an eerie dark cave with bursts of mournful screams.

Agan Zuo looked at the giant sword, then stared blankly at his own hands. He knelt down and sat in the cold muddy water, and suddenly felt that his state and these hands were as if he had once hugged someone.

Suddenly, a twisted, formless, screaming monster appeared in the sky above the dark cave. Its power was so powerful that just by looking at it, there was a heavy pressure from the soul.

Luxi bit her lower lip tightly, causing blood to ooze. She slowly knelt down, reached out to touch the frightened and confused face, leaned forward, and kissed it gently.

"I'm sorry, you are more important than my life."

With a reluctant and decisive smile on her lips, she turned around resolutely and strode towards the twisted monster in the sky, her blood rising.

"No, no, I can't go..."

He didn't know why, and it was difficult to recall more details, but the other party's turn made the feeling of lack in his heart reach a terrifying level.

It was as if the heart had been hollowed out, leaving only a thin layer of skin that would break if blown.

"If I could be stronger, if...you never went."

Luxi, who was walking firmly, looked at the monster known as Apostle Sirocco. No matter how many times he looked at it, even if it was a phantom, he still found it so annoying.

Sand...dong...

This was the sound of the giant sword dragging on the ground, then being lifted up and hitting the bluestone.

Tread~tread…

He was running faster, with an indomitable momentum!

Phew~

A burly figure passed by her, and the strong wind it brought stirred a wisp of white hair next to her ear. In an instant, her tears fell crazily like broken beads.

The body leaping high, with a crazy momentum like a demon, the giant sword fell from the top, and the decisive sword intention at that moment shook the sky.

"You are more important than me, so die!"

The dazzling sword light was like the first ray of light at dawn, cutting through the darkness of the mournful cave in the blink of an eye, and annihilating the struggling and manic demon.

Aganzuo fell to the ground out of breath, as if something suddenly broke in his mind. He immediately dropped the giant sword, covered his head again and let out a scream.

"Are you okay? Forrest Gump!"

Luxi, who was in a hurry, ran over to help him, and quickly handed the business card to him, choking with sobs and constantly comforting him.

"You are such a good old man. You carved your name on the sword, saying that you want to grow up with the sword and jointly maintain the peace of the world."

The scene in the Wailing Cave quickly dissipated. Alice and Tana, who had secretly joined forces, looked at each other and saw each other's worries.

If this fails to break the seal of the apostle, we can only try to spend a huge price and ask the gods to take action.

Aganzuo, who was held in her arms, seemed to have fallen into a coma. Luxi could only keep calling his name, and the tears rolling down hit his cheeks.

Suddenly, the hand holding the business card moved, and then he opened his eyes blankly. After a moment of silence, his shoulders seemed to feel uncomfortable due to the slight exertion on his shoulders.

Luxi quickly let go of her arms and wanted to look at Forrest Gump in surprise, but then she thought of something and quickly covered most of her face with the corner of her clothes.

She was afraid that if Aganzuo didn't recover, his vague memory would give him a splitting headache again.

His eyes met a pair of light red ones, and in an instant, endless information seemed to be transmitted even though they were tens of centimeters apart.

"Lou...Luxi?"

He seemed to recognize each other but didn't dare to admit it. He covered his forehead with a painful expression and said, "Didn't you go on a long trip? Ye Lin said that you went to a place far away, so it turned out that you were in Xuzu?"