Fist of Imagination

At the critical moment, Mr. Liang was unusually sober.

It's nothing, it doesn't matter, it's just that the martial arts soul spontaneously warned me that I was going to die.

What's spiritual perception? It doesn't know shit!

Maybe ordinary martial artists believe in spiritual feedback, but we funny martial artists always look at problems dialectically.

In the final analysis, the martial artist's spiritual perception is not much different from eyelid twitching.

Left eye twitching means wealth, hum hum hum, it's better to believe it.

Right eye twitching means disaster? That's fucking feudal superstition!

In short, feudal superstition is not advisable, don't panic, calm down and find the cause of your own death!

Liang De scanned his body and soul while hooking the master and apprentice next to him with his internal energy tentacles and pulling them down.

He could only go down.

This sewer is too narrow for the battlefield of two Baijie walkers, and there are dense pipelines here. A few meters above is the municipal road. Fighting will not only easily damage public facilities, but also cause traffic congestion, affecting the normal travel of the general public.

Mr. Liang, a high-quality human male, considered various situations and decided to open up a new battlefield suitable for his own performance.

It was impossible to dig directly. It was not wise to create a huge hole under the city. He chose to find another way and dig between the virtual and the real.

It happened that Mi Xiang violated the rules to operate the boundary gate and disrupted the spatial order around him. The invisible barrier between the virtual and the real was particularly weak at this time. It can be said that it was more brittle than a freshly baked egg roll, and it would break if it was rubbed.

Liang De quickly rubbed a dozen holes as big as a truck head on the barrier, and then violently poured the Wude Xiran in stock into the gap between the virtual and the real, creating a growing black swamp next to the vein like a river of light.

As the old saying goes, fighting in a place similar to your hometown will make you calmer.

Seeing this vast black land, although the cause of death is still unclear, Mr. Liang, a man from outside the pass, is still relieved.

The most important thing is that he has not suffered a fatal blow since the spiritual warning. If he is going to die, it is estimated that it will be a slow death at most.

Chronic death... Isn't that similar to sub-health status? As for people, living means dying. What's there to be afraid of?

"Let's fight!"

Liang De let out a courageous roar and immediately led two people into the gap between reality and illusion.

The black mud that filled the sewer also retreated like a tide, quickly shrinking into the other side of the hole and merging with him into Wu De's swamp.

A few seconds later.

Hey, why hasn't she caught up yet?

According to the information fed back by the spiritual sense, this person's physical potential is extremely strong, and the strength of his soul is not bad. My movements just now were just average speed, so there is no reason why he can't keep up with my rhythm.

A long-range attack player? That's not right. After getting a distance from her, the sense of crisis did not increase.

Could it be that he can kill both near and far? It's impossible. We are all lower-level white robbery. Except for the unreasonable existence of the eldest sister, is there anyone who can kill me regardless of distance?

I'm not a stupid roe deer. Am I so easy to kill?

Liang De looked at the sewer in the real world. The woman in the hospital gown reached out and pressed twice on the roller of the flow rate regulator, and the previously output blood was sucked back by the needle.

She waved the infusion hose in her hand like a cowboy swinging a lasso, and the needle flashed coldly, piercing the barrier with a sharp sound of wind.

The infinitely elongated transparent hose was caught up by the surging blood in flight, like a fuse burned by dark red flames, leading the spark to the source of destruction.

The volume of the death warning in Liang De's heart rose again. He gathered all his energy and was ready for a decisive battle, but he only saw——

"Puff."

The needle hose shivered when it flew to the edge of the swamp, drooped weakly, and pierced crookedly into the dark Wude Xiran.

The blood transfusion continued.

Liang De immediately cut off the connection between his soul and the black soil. In his opinion, if he wanted to really kill him, it would be impossible at the physical level. It would only be a means of attack at the soul level or even at the level of consciousness.

"Why is she so persistent in wanting to give me a blood transfusion? Does she have hepatitis B?"

"The mortality rate of hepatitis B is not high, only one in 30 million. It should be Ebola or..."

"Is this a joke? Should I laugh? Brother Xian, I mentioned hepatitis B just to start a discussion. As a partner, can you give me some constructive suggestions?"

"Old Liang, can't you take the initiative to attack and smash her? The reputation of Compound Eyes is worse than our Thunder Bluff. Basically, everyone can kill them. What are you hesitating about? She is just ordinary and beautiful, and she has turned into a mummy."

"She is not human."

"Huh? If she is not human, it won't work. , Lao Liang, you don't look like a human either. "

"Don't look like a human? You're right. Strictly speaking, I may be more like her."

"What do you mean, you are also a beautiful girl?"

Liang De shook his head:

"Ordinary people, or ordinary creatures, usually have one body and one soul. As long as we find the right target and kill him, we don't have to worry about him resurrecting and making a comeback.

"But extraordinary creatures are different. We have long deviated from the original state of a single soul, and the direction of deviation is different. Almost everyone is a new species. Many times, we don't know how to describe our existence.

"For some reason, the person with compound eyes opposite is completely defenseless against the warrior's spiritual perception. After I scanned her, I was very sure that she standing there was just a body in the world, just like me standing here."

He wrapped the superimposed savior master and apprentice in mud and stuffed them into the depths of the swamp, and continued:

"The two people you see now, a man and a woman facing each other in the air, are just the billboards used by me and her to represent ourselves, a visual image, a tool for communicating with the outside world. This is not us, we are not here.

"How we exist is only clear to ourselves.

"Unlike most of the enemies I have fought in the past, she is not a human nor a Yuanshen warrior. I don't understand how she exists, and I don't know how to destroy her, and she... I believe she has not known my full picture, but my spiritual perception and martial arts Yuanshen are spontaneously warning. Obviously, she has a way to destroy me.

"I have fallen into a disadvantage in this battle. It's useless to rush forward. What I can do now is to wait and see and counter the situation. "

"You are still talking nonsense to me after all this? I thought..."

"I have made all the preparations. I am idle anyway, so why not talk to you."

"Are you ready for everything? Any last words? "

"Sorry, I've never prepared this thing you're talking about."

Liang De suddenly stopped talking. In the distance, at the edge of the black swamp, the Wude Xiran that was infiltrated by dark red blood gradually faded, turned into pools of translucent liquid and disappeared out of thin air.

On the real side, Mi Xiang, who had donated blood and turned into a mummy, had a blush on her face. Her withered body became plump and moist again, as if a new vitality was injected. At the same time, fresh blood was drawn from her body and transferred to the virtual and real.

Seeing this scene, Liang De unconsciously tensed his body and soul.

My creation, a part of me, was eaten by her?

Good night ('')