Looking at the scene in front of him, Qianzhou suddenly realized: "I see." ”

Purple mist continued to grow out of thin air in Takasugi's chest cavity that had been cut in half, and then melted into Takasugi's body, sewing the torn body in half.

It is important to note that these purple mist are not directly generated in Takasugi's body, but appear out of thin air and then appear in Takasugi's body.

Although the results may seem similar, the cause and effect of the two are completely reversed. It's like an ice cream machine doesn't actually make ice cream, but someone makes ice cream in advance and puts it in it.

Although Qianzhou still has many questions in his heart that he has not yet clarified, now is not the time to think about it. Giving priority to Takasugi is the right way.

Seeing that Takasugi's state had not yet recovered, Qianshu leaned forward and prepared to fall into the well.

Phew, how can a righteous thing be called a falling stone? This is a righteous beating of the water dogs! Well, it seems that something is wrong.

A thousand boats crossed the fragment, and only a vague silver thread could be seen flashing in the cold night. The air was sliced open by the blade of the sword, and a "woo" sound was made, like countless souls weeping in unison.

Facing Takasugi, who had not yet regained the ability to move, Chishu's sword was aimed directly at his neck. The cold sword was like an elegy, a silent proclamation of death.

Owl Head!

Just as the sword light was almost touching Takasugi's cheek, he suddenly raised his neck. The head was stretched forward, and the upper and lower jaws were separated as much as possible, revealing Senbai's teeth.

"Squeak".

With a tooth-aching grinding sound, Takasugi bit down on the blade of the fragment!

The fragment continued on, cutting most of Takasugi's face open to the ears. Sketch a long, bloody smiley face.

However, it was here that the fragment was bitten so hard that it could no longer move. The muscles of Takasugi's face were cut open as if they had come to life, and they scrambled to wrap around the fragments, leaving Chifune in a dilemma.

Qianzhou's face was rather ugly—it was the first time he had been taken under the control of a fragment in such an unbelievable way.

Takasugi clenched his hands into fists, like two heavy hammers hammering into Chifune's chest.

The force of these two punches was so great that the first thing Senshu heard was the sound of Takasugi's arm bones shattering, followed by an explosion like a muffled thunder.

The premonition of death made Qianzhou's scalp tingle, and he decisively let go of the fragment and slammed his feet to the ground in order to quickly retreat.

But the two punches came so quickly that Qianzhou was forced to meet them head-on halfway through retreat.

Completely indifferent to the load that the body can bear, the essentia in Qianzhou's body is like a flood that has collapsed a dam, tearing open muscles, draining blood, bursting fascia, and rushing out in a hurry. Like a herd of cattle running wildly on the grassland.

All this essentia was poured into his hands, and the skin of Qianzhou's arm became transparent in an instant. Looking inside through the glass-like skin, he found that instead of muscles and bones, he found that there were extremely regular and tightly arranged crystals - Qianzhou's hands completely turned into crystal-like structures in this instant!

This is the result of the essentia of the body, combined with the Crystal School of Etroy.

Qianzhou felt as if his hands were pressing on two giant mountains, and as if they were stuffed into two hearths on the edge of a load, as if they were about to shatter at any moment. Aside from the intense pain of mobilizing essentia at the beginning, there is nothing to feel now. Maybe it's because the pain of physical feedback has crossed the threshold?

Before he had time to think about it, Takasugi's fists were already in front of him.

Qianzhou took a deep breath and greeted him with a loud shout.

Attack for attack! Punch for fist!

I don't pay attention to any advanced skills, what mystical comprehension.

At this moment, there is only the collision of flesh and flesh, the clash of force and force!

It's like two children competing for brute strength, but when the "strength" of both children reaches a peak, it has a bit of a taste of returning to the basics.

A loud noise that was more than audible came from the intersection of the two. It didn't look like the sound of flesh and blood colliding at all, but more like a momentary meeting of meteors outside the sky.

Like a legendary giant carrying a weapon cast of steel to the death, the sound of the two of them spread out in all directions—the already sparse leaves were shattered, and the folds in the dome were like a dense drumbeat, blowing up puffs of mist.

Their feet sank deep into the ground, and cobweb-like cracks spread outward.

The flat ground became jagged, and irregular soil ridges protruded from the ground under the pressure of great force, like the fangs of wild beasts.

The silver flames and the purple mist antagonized each other, and when they extinguished each other, they bloomed with a strong light that was enough to scorch the eyes, and suddenly it was like a great sun rising from the earth!

When the smoke and dust cleared, Qianzhou half-arched, his hands naturally hanging at his sides.

At this time, Qianzhou's hands had changed back to the texture of flesh and blood, but the skin was red, full of fine cracks like spider webs, like a piece of porcelain on the verge of shattering.

Qianzhou supported his body and gritted his teeth in pain.

Although the hands still look intact and remain in their normal shape. However, the internal bones have long been broken into several knots, and it is only by the adhesion of essentia that they can maintain their ability to move.

As for the muscles, most of them have rotted into a mess of mud, barely staying active thanks to the physique of the transcendent. Even in some severely damaged places, Qianzhou still maintained crystallization so as not to collapse.

"It's still too underestimated. Qianzhou reflected on herself.

Who would have thought that under such circumstances, Takasugi would be able to use such a whimsical method to contain the fragment and at the same time fight back.

This also once again tells Qianzhou that the battle between the transcendents can only be regarded as the beginning before one of them completely breathes. Be vigilant even after the death of one party.

However, Takasugi's injuries were far more serious than Chishu's.

In the collision just now, Takasugi was unable to continue to control the fragment, and the pitch-black sword fell to the ground.

Although Takasugi's body was barely snapped in half, the opening in front of him was still terrifying. His hands twisted unnaturally, like two knotted noodles. Silver shards fell like dust on his body, and soon patches of clear crystals grew.

Qianshu picked up the fragment and carefully kept his distance. However, thinking that his sword had actually been bitten, Qianzhou had an urge to clean it with disinfectant.

If you don't pay attention to hygiene, are you really not afraid of infectious diseases?

Takasugi raised his head and glanced at Chifune with purple mist in his eyes. Then he reached out his hands and tore off his crystal-encrusted skin, revealing purple-red flesh.

Then Takasugi's back split twice, spewing out a viscous purple liquid. The purple liquid unfurled, turning into two rudimentary wings.

Can that really be called wings?

It was just a rough outline, and the purple slime adhered to it like a wing membrane - but it was only roughly attached, revealing many holes of various sizes.

If you could fly, I would ...... you on the spot Qianzhou subconsciously set up a flag in his heart.

But before Senfune finished setting up the flag, Takasugi flew up.

No, this can fly? Is Newton's coffin board still pressing?

Immediately afterwards, Qianzhou deeply felt the persecution of the world (the author).

Another one that can fly. What the hell is wrong with this world? Thinking of this, I was so angry that I trembled all over, and my hands and feet were cold on a hot day......

Before Qianzhou finished the process, he felt that he had already quickly flown into the distance.

"I'm really *Qianzhou's foul mouth*!" Qianzhou gritted his teeth and chased after him.

Qianzhou also knew that the simple pair of wings were just appearances.

In terms of human body structure alone, even if the pair of wings were doubling in size, they were completely incapable of flying with people. What really flies Takasugi is the interaction between the role of supernatural abilities and legal principles. Without the support of the corresponding supernatural abilities or the comprehension of legal principles, flying is tantamount to a fantasy.

This is also the reason why the vast majority of transcendents are unable to fly in the second order.

As for the third step, after climbing the [Heavenly Ladder]. Even if one's own transcendent ladder has nothing to do with flying, it can achieve the same effect through the ingenious action of the law - of course, there are indeed transcendental beings who are still unable to fly after reaching the third order. For these transcendents, Qianzhou can only say that he accepts his fate. It really doesn't work, with the help of miracle markings or transcendent items.

Takasugi doesn't fly very high, but he can still easily cross a variety of terrain.

And Qianshu could only rely on two feet, gritting his teeth on the ground and following Takasugi.

Fragment, fragment. You're already a full-fledged sword, you should learn to fly with your own sword, and by the way, fly with me.

Qianzhou held the fragment in his hand, but he was already in tears in his heart.

In any case, this kind of behavior similar to chasing an airplane with your feet is too absurd and bizarre. Even if Qianzhou relied on the leg power of the transcendent, it was only hanging far behind. The distance between the two is visible to the naked eye.

No, if you continue like this, you will definitely be thrown off.

Qianzhou was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

As mentioned earlier, although Qianzhou's panel can be called a hexagonal warrior, his time as a transcendent is too short, and his excavation of abilities is not detailed enough, and he lacks long-range anti-air ability.

After Takasugi distanced himself from him, Chishu had almost no means to counter.

The Thousand Boats tried their best to urge the essentia, leaving a deep pit in the ground with each step. Like a giant beast that only cares about moving forward, it brutally breaks down all barriers in front of it. Trees were toppled and undulating sand dunes were stomped to pieces, leaving only a cloud of smoke and dust.

Even so, Takasugi's shadow is still getting farther and farther away.

"Goo!" the familiar cry came from behind Qianzhou.

A pair of wide wings stirred the boundless hurricane and swooped in from under the moon!