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Luther frowned, and the Holy Sword of Darkness appeared again in his hand.

If you are worried about the damage of the holy sword now, maybe there is really no possibility of going back.

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Volume 140: Chapter 126 Chapter 4 Settlement Part [-] ([-]K)

Silently, heart palpitations rushed over.

There was no time to react, and a sharp pain came from the waist and abdomen.

"vomit..."

Luther bent down in pain, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Because of this, he staggered back a few steps.

"...off?"

Rick, who stood still, looked at the pulsating piece of meat in his hand.

"What on earth did you do?"

"Ah."

Luther, who was vomiting blood, raised his head.

A clear emotion flashed in the dark gold's compound eyes.

The spirit stone between his waist and abdomen was still intact.

It's just that a piece of meat was poached.

By now, he understood some of the differences between himself and Rick.

The previous sneak attack with closed eyes was superfluous.

In an instant, a burning fist pierced Rick's chest from behind, and when he pinched it hard, blood spattered.

A big heart burst open like this.

"How many more times?"

Luther staggered and straightened his back, his attitude and words were very similar to the living flame, and the injuries on his waist and abdomen disappeared without a trace.

Super Resilience is so easy to use.

Now, Luther has given up the idea of ​​crushing the spirit stone.

The more critical the part, the better it will be protected.

What he thought before made sense.

No one knows what defensive countermeasures Rick used on the Lingshi.

It was definitely misleading him to let the Lingshi move its position so as to avoid fatal injuries.

It's like Rick's previous performance of having to clap his hands in order to use the trick that almost killed him directly.

He didn't shoot this time.

no more acting.

The thing that a person usually knows best is only himself.

Luther knew quite well that once he reached certain critical junctures, he would definitely have no bottom line.

At that time, no matter what it is, even if it goes against his own heartbeat, he can probably do it.

"This is impossible."

The corner of Rick's mouth was bleeding, and his voice didn't fluctuate much, but it was already full of surprise.

The future he saw in his eyes was the picture of Luther being taken off the spirit stone by him.

No matter how long it takes, how much you pay, and what you need to do to achieve it, it is indeed possible.

And he did transfer the scene to the present.

He saw clearly.

Luther moved suddenly before, as if his body had naturally avoided the attack.

"A stand-in is a product of mental power, right?"

Luther asked slowly.

"Have you ever felt that no matter where you go, there are stinging sights everywhere."

"It took me a long time to get used to this feeling, so that I would not be afraid of the sight from all directions."

Rick frowned.

"...what the hell are you talking about?"

But suddenly, his brows relaxed again.

Too much time has passed, which made him forget a very important thing.

The world line is cut, and these former things will fall into an unobservable state.

And after that, the world restored to that node will still rotate as usual, but there will be some slight changes from before.

Subtle changes stacked together will eventually cause qualitative changes.

It's like the ever-changing and accumulated karma in that child, which has now reached astronomical figures.

It seems that in Luther's body, the possibility and cause and effect beyond their previous ones are also reflected.

It turns out that the side effects and costs of cutting can also change many things.

"Hehehe..."

A sneer suddenly came from Rick's mouth.

His body was burning.

The fire of life of the living flame was watching from the arm that pierced his chest, igniting him.

"I admit you."

Rick said so.

"I don't need your acknowledgment."

Luther raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the master's head.

The powerful spiritual power brought by the ultimate power, the things shown in him are not just a substitute.

Da Cuba is murderous.

The fifth generation is to maintain his own rationality, not to let the sacred spring dry up, and to give birth to the ultimate sky with red eyes, not the fierce warrior with black eyes.

And what about Luther?

The murderous aura that Da Cuba once possessed has been absolutely strengthened, just watching or radiating it can kill living beings.

The performance of strong spiritual power on Luther not only gave birth to a substitute.

as well as...

Strengthened his 'eyes of mind'.

Or say 'gut feeling', 'sixth sense. ', 'Mind Eyes'

No matter what the principle of Rick's attack that skipped the process and directly caused the result is, after all, it is just a similar performance simulated by the manipulation of microscopic particles.

Not Rick's true original ability.

That's why he can dodge it, and use Rick's absolute trust in this ability to get unexpected opportunities.

The fire of life burns brightly.

The powerful vitality of the ultimate body has become a terrible fuel for combustion.

It turned out that it wasn't just touching that could deprive him of the heat in his body.

The same goes for burning.

The Killer Queen reappeared, punching the living flame in the side with her fist in the skull-rivet glove.

boom.

The flaming figure spread out in an instant, and then regrouped not far away.

"It's really troublesome. The last time it was so difficult to deal with was the Crimson King."

The charred Rick pushed away the layer of necrotic flesh and quickly regenerated.

"Half gone."

He judged so.

"I won't play around with you anymore, I will solve you in the simplest way."

The corners of Rick's mouth curled up, revealing a long-lost smile.

"If you win me, I will truly recognize you."

He slowly raised his fist, then clenched it tightly.

In front of the ultimate body, all tricks are actually meaningless.

In the end, the only choice is to return to basics.

Use the simplest and most violent fights to resolve the current disputes.

"I've already won once."

Luther raised his hand and tightened his gloves, and the bright red scarf danced wildly.

In the next moment, the two disappeared in place, followed by ear-piercing sonic booms and shock waves.

boom!

The fists collided, and a strange feeling penetrated along the flesh.

puff.

Blood spattered, and the arms of the two exploded at the same time, turning into a rain of minced flesh and blood all over the sky.

But in just an instant, the broken arm grew again from the shoulder.

Laughter ensued.

"How long have I not used this thing? It's rusty."

"You forgot your origin."

Luther's expression was serious and solemn.

"So what? There is always a need to replace the old things with better ones."

In the next moment, the fist collided again, but this time no arm exploded.

The ground under their feet exploded in an instant, and the transferred power was vented into the ground.

There is a tacit understanding.

But this is only the beginning.

The collision of fists and feet was like a storm falling crazily, and the ear-piercing bursting sound was endless.

The ground was dripping with blood, full of exploding limbs.

The living flame did not appear, as if it were glad to see it.

Hoarse laughter echoed in the tragic battlefield.

Rick clenched his fist, forming a gorgeous long sword, and what appeared in Luther's hand was Scorpio.

The close-range shots created several large holes that could see through the rear, and Rick's sword fell, tearing the automatic firearm down the middle.

The gunman abandoned the useless gun and jumped back, and another sword appeared in Rick's hand again.

He rushed forward swiftly and decisively with two swords. In a hurry, Luther could only raise his sword to block.