Stable Polarized Practice

In the densely vegetated mountain forest, there is an area that seems to have been crushed and destroyed by a large-scale weapon with great lethality. The thick old trees were broken in the middle, the hard rocks were knocked out with circular radial cracks, and the trunks piled up messily on the ground remained With sharp and deep knife marks, the pink-haired Shangxian Ghost couldn't see his expression clearly, and stood with his head bowed in the middle of the open space among the broken branches.

——He only has one arm, and the other arm is lying alone in front of Yiwozuo. The incision is smooth, and it can be seen that the swordman's skillful cross-cutting technique must be the killing embryo that has severed the bodies of more than a thousand people. , Swing the knife without any hesitation.

"Cough cough..."

Some weak coughing sounded, and directly opposite the one-armed winding ghost, under the rock with circular radioactive cracks, the blue-haired boy who was kneeling on one knee while leaning on a half sun wheel saber slowly stood up.

The rough white knot that tied the ponytail had already been untied, and the blue hair was scattered on the shoulders, and the feather had slipped from the shoulders, lying in the corner of the rubble pile no one cared about.

An Ding held her chest and took a few breaths: "Ah, it hurts..."

He didn't let go of the great opportunity of the other party's stupefaction, and decisively drew the knife horizontally. Unfortunately, the other party's combat experience was too rich, even in a trance state, he subconsciously avoided it. The target was that the blade of the throat failed to touch. Anding only cut off the right hand of the pink-haired ghost before he could get out of the attack range of the sun blade——

And in the next moment, the pink-haired ghost pointed at the blade with the other hand, and cut off the blue electric pattern's sun wheel knife with the knife in his hand!

The Rilun Knife that I had just obtained had not cut off the head of a ghost before it was chopped off by the one-handed Knife of the first single task. Seeing the blade of the same sword being cut off in front of his eyes, An Ding subconsciously shivered. Immediately afterwards, he was hit in the chest by a backhand elbow.

"Uh--"

The blue pupils dilated for a moment, and the boy of Yamamon Haori was still holding the half-cut blade in his hand, and was sent flying with great force, and his body hit the hard rock firmly. Not fragile, I'm afraid that the heart protected by the fragile ribs will be crushed to pieces just by that elbow.

The force was too great, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe. An Ding held his chest and inhaled lightly. It took a long time before he dared to take a deep breath:

"call--"

There is a kind of blade that the more severely injured, the crazier he will be, and the kill value is also among the best in the range of all swords. In other words, it is easier to explode the real sword after being beaten. Crazy, no matter how thin the blood is, the type will explode with a real sword, just like now——

"Hehehehe..." The blue-haired boy with a half-cut blade grinned, his pupils were a little hollow, his eyes were not bright, and his eyes seemed to be blurred across the opponent's body, but he was staring at the fatal part, the carotid artery. , the heart, the spleen, the abdominal cavity, and the neck connecting the body and the head.

The white hospital gown is already dusty, and there are still a few cuts that were scratched at some unknown time, revealing a small half of his thin chest. Da Dao Fu Sangshen is still holding the half of the sun wheel knife tightly, and the sharp cut is slanted. Pointing to the neck of Shangxian Ghost, the blue-haired boy narrowed his right eye slightly, his expression was strangely excited, and his tone was mixed with madness and murderous intent and said:

"The good show...has just begun."

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"……strangeness."

In Honmaru, Kiyomitsu, who was sweeping the corridor in his inner uniform, suddenly covered his heart:

"Why... feel flustered for a moment?"

"What happened? California." Zong San Zuo, who was on duty today, looked over: "Aren't you willing to work as a rough handyman like a bird in a cage?"

Qingguang: "..."

Qing Guang: "No, although I really don't like to do rough work, I won't be lazy either."

He would only be lazy when doing things with that guy, anyway, that guy would help while complaining, Fu Sangshen with the red scarf thought so.

"However," the red pupil was a little dazed, Da Dao Fu Sangshen gently pressed his chest: "There was a sudden tense moment here, and it felt like something was going to happen."

Zong San Zuowen silently turned his head and glanced at his colleague with a bewildered expression, and put one hand on his chest:

"If this is the feeling, then on the night Xiao Ye came back from the battle with a serious injury, I had this premonition in my heart."

"Then, what happened to me." Dao Fusangshen with red nails was stunned:

"...Did something happen to An Ding?"

……

"Would you like to be a ghost?"

The pink-haired ghost sent an invitation, and the remaining half of the blue electric pattern sun wheel knife was inserted into his chest cavity, but this injury that could kill a human being was not painful to the ghost, and the damage caused was not even close to that of the ghost. The larynx that had just been cut in half was bad—even the larynx had already healed.

Even if the young man in front of him is a ghost hunter, Yi Wozuo is merciful with a complicated mood. I don't know whether it is the love of talents in the hope of having a strong companion, or the white medical uniform that has surfaced in his long-forgotten memory Waves, the third winding did not choose to kill this thin and weak ghost hunter.

After turning into a ghost, even the five fingers were as sharp as knives, coupled with the sharp blood-red hard nails, even though Fu Sangshen's body was soft but hard, a hole was pierced through his abdomen.

Yiwozuo waited patiently for the answer from the blue-haired ghost hunter. His remaining arm was still buried in the abdominal cavity of his thin body behind the bloody hospital gown. If he moved his finger upwards, he might be able to touch the slender ribs And soft viscera—but if you do this, maybe this ghost hunter will not live long enough to be willing to be transformed into a ghost.

"After becoming a ghost, no matter what the disease is, it will be cured!" Preconceived, thinking that wearing a hospital suit is a sick person, Shangxian ghost spared no effort to persuade: "And you can have a long lifespan. You won't die if you don't get your head cut off. You You can hone your swordsmanship for a long time! Whatever you want—”

"What do I want?"

The sun wheel knife was broken, and the unarmed blue-haired ghost hunter took a breath, and looked at him with bright blue pupils. The blue-haired boy was pierced by the arm of the string ghost, and his abdomen, which was not protected by ribs, seemed to be on the verge of death. At the moment, he didn't need much strength, he gently grabbed the arm of the ghost that had slipped his own blood with one hand, and put his other hand lightly on his waist, his eyes were a little distracted.

"I just want to..."

There was a "clang"-this is the sound of a sword being unsheathed!Hasn't this guy's sun wheel knife been destroyed? !

Yiwozuo's throat suddenly felt cold, and his rich combat experience made him subconsciously withdraw his hands, but he was firmly grasped by the thin young man with all five fingers. Little by little, a sharp cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

He subconsciously thought that there was only the destroyed Sun Wheel Knife, and he was attracted by the white hospital clothes, so he didn't even notice that there was a knife hanging from this guy's waist!

Yiwozuo leaned back violently and could barely avoid his neck, and was almost cut off by the sudden knife from his chest upwards. The other knife of the blue-haired boy was much sharper than the Sun Wheel Knife, even though it was covered with With the cracks, it also directly cut off the hard skin of Shangxian Ghost, and even cut off the bones——

The blue hair is messy and sticky with blood, and the fierce and crazy eyes like wild wolves seem to sting the skin. The seriously injured sword Fusangshen didn't care about the sick clothes scattered half of his body, and the scarlet can be seen from the arc of the corner of his grinning mouth. With the tip of his tongue, his eyes fixed on the ghost's pale neck with thick murderous intent:

"I just want to..."

"--your head!"

-

"But you don't have to panic too much in California." Zong San Zuo Wenwen glanced lightly at his worried colleague with a broom in his arms: "It's just a moment of flustered heartbeat."

Fu Sangshen, known as the "Sword of Seizing the World", bowed his head and continued to sweep the floor: "The child also made a hand entry after he came back, and re-applied to join the battle the next day, beheading all the time-traveling troops in that picture, and then hugging Yu Pai came back and said to me, 'Brother Zong San, I have succeeded in my revenge'."

Qingguang: "..."

As expected of the Blade of Vengeance, Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen.

"If it's Yamato Shou, he should be less likely to let himself suffer than Saya." Zongsan Zuowen said unhurriedly: "After all, he who loves the battlefield is different from a bird in a cage like me. No, he should It's far from it."

Thinking of An Ding always bursting out with a real sword and Qing Guang who competed for his reputation: "..."

Although it is a bit metaphysical to judge only by Xiaoye's experience, Qingguang still believes that An Ding will not let himself suffer.

Makes sense, Dao Fu Sangshen of the red inner fan server thought to himself, if An Ding suffered a loss, he would definitely retaliate even more ruthlessly, right?

-

"That guy... what's going on?"

Anding lay on his back in a messy battlefield, tilting his head in confusion:

"That guy is obviously stronger, right? Why..."

Why didn't I fight back after slashing open his chest horizontally, but instead I was stunned for a moment, if he had fought back at that time... I'm afraid I would have collapsed the battle line, right?

Obviously because he forced his injured body to move, he couldn't help vomiting blood. At that time, it was a good time for the ghost to fight back, and his own body knife didn't have the ability to kill ghosts, even if he cut off his neck, he couldn't kill it. He, in such an environment where everything was beneficial to that ghost, why did he leave in a panic, as if thinking of some terrible past?

It couldn't be that he vomited blood and frightened him, right?

An Ding, who didn't know how much a blow to someone's soul from vomiting blood in a sick suit, thought so.

"But it would be nice to not have the Smashing Knife..."

After lying down for a while, An Ding struggled to sit up, clutching the pierced wound and "hissing": "It hurts, hurts, hurts——"

Fortunately, Fu Sangshen's injury will not deteriorate over time like humans do. As long as there is no broken knife at the time, it can be completely repaired to be intact without any sequelae.

An Ding sat up happily clutching his wound, reached into the sleeve of the hospital gown, groped for a long time, and took out a...

Baking stick.

"Oh." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen sighed:

"...I really miss the time when Sougo-kun could repair my sword for me."

Can you find someone here who is willing to repair the knife for you, no, kind people?

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House of Wisteria.

The blond brother who had just been diagnosed with two broken ribs suddenly shuddered.

"Huh? Huh, strange...why is it suddenly a little cold?"