Interstellar journey to another world

The old man held his bleeding belly in pain, reached out and took out a white medicine bottle, and quickly poured the powder on the wound where the flesh was turning.

"hiss!"

He couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Damn, it hurts so much!

How many years has it been since you had such an injury?

Ten years, twenty years, or longer, I can’t remember clearly.

Since awakening his powers, he seems to have turned on a cheat and has become the protagonist of this world. Anyone who dares to stand in his way has become his stepping stone.

The people who bullied me and looked down on me in the past all quietly disappeared into this world and turned into a handful of dust.

He especially enjoyed the sound of a sharp sword piercing other people's flesh and blood, always feeling that it was the most beautiful music in the world.

Killing is ruthless and extremely satisfying!

But this pleasure turned into pain when he was twenty-five years old.

The sequelae of frequent use of his powers gradually appeared. He became weaker and older day after day, and the vitality in his body was also slowly passing away.

Is this how my life ends?

No, I’m not willing to give in! So unwilling!

Superpowers, there are a few people in this world who can withstand the powerful energy and confidence brought by superpowers.

There are a few people who don't want to have that feeling of holding other people's lives in their own hands and don't care about it.

If you don't use your powers, what's the difference between you and ordinary people?

No one can resist the temptation of supernatural powers, including myself.

By chance, he had a disagreement with another person with powers and accidentally killed him.

The aroma of blood spread in the air, exerting a fatal attraction on him. He unconsciously slid his Adam's apple, swallowed hard, and stepped closer to the dead body.

When he came to his senses, his mouth was already full of blood.

He fell to the ground in panic, and when he was surprised by his behavior, a warm current suddenly surged in his lower abdomen, and a pure energy rose from his lower abdomen, and in an instant it was flowing through his limbs and bones.

That feeling of energy is back!

The old arms are visibly restored to smoothness and vitality. The most wonderful thing is that the use time of his own powers has also been slightly extended.

Even though it was just a little, it was enough for him to get addicted and unable to extricate himself.

After that, he found the key to extend his life, and designed again and again to kill the superpowers he had found with so much painstaking efforts, and drink their blood to strengthen himself.

It's just that superpowers are too rare. Most of them are hidden among ordinary people. As long as they don't use superpowers, no one would think that this person is a superpower.

However, this is not difficult for him.

There is a kind of ore in this world that has a fatal attraction for people with supernatural powers. He relies on these stones to find one target after another.

I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go!

Over the years, more than twenty people with supernatural powers have died in his hands, and countless ordinary people have died.

"rustle"

The sound of feet stepping on fallen leaves brought his mind back from memories.

He turned to look at the limping young man, with anger in his eyes.

Today, you will die too!

I will drink your blood to make up for my losses today.

He mobilized the remaining mental power and the remaining supernatural energy in his body, and controlled two flying swords to slash at Mo Ci.

Mo Ci had already exhausted his spiritual power at this time. Even though two fruits were eaten in his stomach, the soreness in his meridians was only slightly relieved.

He waved the energy knife and blocked it left and right, trying his best to parry.

The two flying swords jumped up and down without any structure, and their movements were unpredictable. It was extremely difficult for Mo Ci to resist.

Within a moment, several more scars appeared on his body.

When the old man saw this, he felt certain in his heart, and a hint of joy appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wait, wait!

I can get back to the top again!

"Swiss, swish," the sound of rapid footsteps came from behind.

The old man turned his head and looked.

snort! This brat who was plotting against him was finally willing to come out of his turtle shell.

That’s fine! I will kill you today to avenge this sword.

He pointed a finger, and two more daggers flew up and struck Yan Luo diagonally.

After doing this action, his throat felt sweet and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Yan Luo felt anxious when he saw Mo Ci being entangled with two flying swords and having wounds on his body.

His eyes fell on the instigator, and hatred burst out in his eyes.

He held the energy knife in his hand and rushed towards the old man with large strides.

Two rays of cold light struck him, and he raised his sword to strike.

There was a "clang clang" sound of metal clashing, and the flying sword was knocked crooked.

The old man swallowed the sweet taste in his mouth, moved his left and right hands quickly, and wrapped the two flying swords around again, heading straight for Yan Luo's neck and eyes.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a long sword piercing flesh rang in his ears. He lowered his head in disbelief, and a long sword penetrated through his back.

A cloud of blood mist scattered on the ground, like delicate plum blossoms, in full bloom.

A large amount of vitality was quickly withdrawn from his body. He turned his head with difficulty to look in the direction of the young man, and stretched his fingers forward, as if he wanted to grasp the last hope.

When darkness came, he slowly closed his eyes with unwillingness and confusion.

Seeing that he finally fell to the ground, Mo Ci felt relieved and fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

So suspenseful! so close!

He shook his hands, brushed the space ring, grabbed the bottle of butterfly honey, and swallowed one.

The sweet taste spreads in the mouth, and the exhausted mental energy slowly increases.

The flying sword that attacked Yan Luo stopped abruptly and fell to the ground at the moment when the old man died, like a machine that had lost power.

"Mo Ci!" Yan Luo rushed to his side and asked with concern: "How are you?"

Mo Ci shook the candy bottle in his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired. I feel better after eating butterfly honey candy. Do you want one?"

Yan Luo shook his head. He didn't contribute much strength in this fight, and he was not short of energy and physical strength.

He looked at the torn and bloody clothes on Mo Ci's body, feeling a little tight in his chest and a little sore in his eyes.

He silently took out the medicine and bandages he had with him, and quietly applied the medicine and bandage to him.

When the medicinal powder is poured on the wound, the taste is so sour!

Mo Ci hissed twice and wondered: "This old man is really powerful. His sword control skills have caught up with those of ancient cultivators. Are all these superpowers so powerful?"

"I don't know. This is the first superpower I've ever met. I didn't expect him to be so difficult to deal with."

"Well, it is indeed difficult to deal with. Fortunately, we have a tacit understanding of cooperation." Mo Ci said happily.

Yan Luo's hand paused while pouring the medicine, "I didn't do anything, it's your spell that's so powerful."

"You can't say that. If you hadn't cut him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be his opponent. By the way, Yan Luo, are you injured?"

"No, he was all focused on you and didn't care about me at all." There was a trace of sadness in Yan Luo's tone.