Stable Polarized Practice

"...there was a sound of thunder."

Qing Guang frowned, and looked towards the distance where there seemed to be a flash of thunder just now, the place where the fog was the thickest, looking vaguely from a long distance, the thick white fog almost condensed into a spiral shape The cloud layer has been connected from the spire of a black tower to the sky, and it is connected with the real thick cloud layer.

There is no humidity in the air that is about to rain, and the white mist does not make the air moist. Rather than saying that this is a natural phenomenon of weather changes, it is better to say that this mist is a strange force that appears strangely, or it is the culprit that caused many people to disappear inexplicably. The culprit... so that Dao Lei just now?

"Could it be stability?"

Suddenly recalling that my friend had indeed learned the sword technique of cutting out lightning in the previous practice, the black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen suddenly became worried—that guy An Ding rarely cared about his own injuries when fighting, In the master's words, "If you don't have red blood, you can't go home." High-speed enemy guns are aimed at Gang, not to mention in this world of people with powerful superpowers...

No, even if there is only a slight possibility, he has to go and see, not to mention that the possibility is still very high - that guy An Ding is indeed a blade who will be excited to participate in the fierce battle!

The dark red light condensed again, the red scarf was blown up by the airflow, and even the ruby ​​pupils were covered with dark red fluorescence, the black-haired swordsman knew nothing about it, and intuitively mobilized the control of gravity The heels of the high-heeled boots left the ground, and the corners of the hair and clothes floated in the air without gravity.

A short silver blade that shone with cold light drew an arc in the air, and was thrown lightly while spinning. The floating knife stretched out two fingers painted with bright nail polish, and precisely caught Throwing the dagger, I looked at it suspiciously:

"Ah, sir... this is?"

"Hitting east and west, or attacking outside the enemy's thinking frame." The similar red scarf was also blown by the wind and fluttered in the air. Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Don't forget This matter, Qingguang-kun."

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"Useless, useless!"

Cut across the waist by the sharp blade, the silver-haired man with red horns on his head seemed not to feel the pain. He was delighted by the shocked expression of the blue haired man wielding the knife. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said in a malicious voice:

"Your attack is useless to me, no matter how many times you try, it won't help, no matter how sharp your blade is, no matter how powerful lightning you can release, you can't hurt me—"

However, the shocked expression that pleased him only stayed on Lan Fa's supernatural face for a moment, and he realized that the horizontally cut body had no sense of realism, and the flat cut surface did not splash blood, as early as in the last world. With the experience of dealing with non-human beings, he turned the blade steadily and decisively, turned around and slashed back, the back hem of the blue haori burst open, and the sharp light of the knife drew a circular arc in the air, and picked it up with the tip of the knife obliquely The enemy's throat - if it wasn't for the stability of the main body of the knife, this knife could directly pick off the guy's head.

Even if the body at this moment is only based on the skull, the body obtained by pointing the fragments of the supernatural gemstone on the center of the forehead, and through the "singularity of supernatural power" will not cause speechlessness after the throat is cut, but for human beings Shibusawa Ryuhiko's memory and common sense when he was alive, the Longhua's Shibusawa Ryuhiko still paused subconsciously.

However, at the next moment, he remembered that he did not have the weakness of a human body. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko subconsciously touched the position of his throat, and then pulled out a mocking smile again:

"I said it, it's useless, I have crossed the boundary between life and death, how can you kill a long-dead—"

"Huh?" Before he finished speaking, An Ding suddenly realized: "So you are a ghost? Are there ghosts here?"

No wonder he was cut in half as if nothing had happened, and even cutting off half of his throat had no effect on him. This characteristic is very similar to the ghost at the previous practice site. What's more, this guy chose to appear at night, so he really didn't dare to see the sun? ?

"If it's a ghost, it's really troublesome..." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen hesitated a little, and said in a distressed tone: "I left the Sun Wheel Knife with my brother for safekeeping, but I didn't bring it here."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "...?"

What is this humanoid ability talking about?What kind of sun wheel knife, what kind of ghost, is it really like a stupid mortal, ignorant and ignorant, thinking that things that cannot be solved with the knowledge in his brain are "monsters and ghosts"?

Sure enough, the world is boring and boring. Even the shining gems can't surprise him unexpectedly. Everything is as he imagined. Presumably even this special gem will soon Does it make him tired?

"Even if you have a special ability with thinking ability, will you think and escape like an ordinary person?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said regretfully: "It seems that you are just a slightly special gem, and you are not a gem. There's nothing I really want to see—"

"—a flash of thunder."

A blue flash of lightning flashed by, perfectly practicing the master's teaching of "If you can do it, don't bb". An Ding didn't intend to listen to what this "ghost" had to say, and mobilized the breath of thunder without hesitation. The fastest speed that can be achieved is like a real lightning. After a thunder light shines in the air, it appears behind the enemy in an instant. With his right foot back, his upper body is lowered. A mouthful of "sizzling" white air.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was forced to stop abruptly after speaking halfway through. In the eerie silence, his thick long hair was cut off at shoulder length first, and changed from an exceptionally stylish hairstyle to a neat one now. He was well-behaved with medium-long hair, and the head of his legendary sister seemed to be only missing the bangs on his forehead. Then, a few seconds later, his head with the dark red forehead fell to the ground with a "slap".

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "..."

Although it is said that as long as his skull is still intact, he will not suffer real harm, but his thinking is still based on the memory of human beings. Even if he is beheaded, he will subconsciously separate his body and head. Feel the threat!

And what's the matter with this humanoid ability, interrupting him every time, turning a deaf ear to what he said, not listening to a word-a bit too much, right?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was angry.

"It's useless to cut off the head! You can't kill a dead person-but you managed to anger me, this will be your last few seconds in human form, give me a beautiful luster now Gems!"

The thick red mist seems to have received a control order, and it gathers here as if attracted by a magnet. The mist is getting thicker and thicker, almost turning into a bright red floc, surrounding this area in a circular encircling circle. Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, who picked up his head with a different hairstyle, and An Ding, who had a dignified expression, surrounded him in an airtight manner.

...

Something is not right.

The moment the red mist began to gather, An Ding's fingers holding the handle of the knife froze, and a strange feeling spread from his body, his limbs were a little cold, and his heart was a little cold—Fu Sangshen's heart would also be warmed. Are you uncomfortable with the effects?

The strange feeling spread extremely quickly, maybe only a moment passed, maybe a few breaths, the blue pupils were covered with a layer of white mist, and the blue-haired Fusangshen's eyes gradually became hollow, he thought He wanted to cut over with a knife, or leave the fog quickly, but his body didn't receive the order from his brain, his legs stood there numb and stiff, and it was too late when he realized something was wrong, and his body didn't listen to his commands , besides the whole area is wrapped in red mist, where can I hide?

An Ding felt as if something had separated his consciousness from his body. He was blocked behind the barrier, and could only watch his body begin to slowly fade the color of his skin, become transparent, and emit blue light— —It is similar to the supernatural powers we saw before.

"That's right, that's it..." Shibusawa Ryuhiko's tone changed into surprise again.

After repositioning his head, he excitedly took a few steps forward, walked up to the blank-looking supernatural ability, and stared at the forehead of the blue-haired supernatural ability with admiration and expectation: "This is better than I imagined." Even more beautiful..."

On the blue-haired Fusangshen's forehead, a small rhombus-shaped gemstone was slowly forming. The angular gemstone exuded a warm luster, shining blue light in the thick red mist.

"Even if there are countless beautiful gems in my collection room, you will be the one that attracts more attention." Shibusawa Ryuhiko stared at the unformed gems fascinatedly, and slowly stretched out his hand, almost subconsciously thinking To touch: "I'll put you prominently—"

However, before his hand touched the unformed gemstone, it was pierced by a bullet that suddenly appeared with a dark red glow.

"..."

It seemed to be silent for a moment, and then, densely packed bullets lingering with dark red light struck him, almost smashing him into a sieve without mercy, the bullets struck from above, Shibusawa Ryuhiko retreated violently , dodged this wave of bullets, and then looked up at the sky.

The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen floated in the air, his body exuded a dark red light that belonged to the ability of gravity, the red scarf on his chest and the tail of hair on his shoulders floated upwards, his red pupils were full of burning anger, bursting into flames. The murderous intent was almost condensed into substance, and Qing Guang pulled the trigger again with anger on his face:

"—You bastard, stay away from An Ding!!!"