"The connection of life", this trick, Nalan Twilight is not the first time to use, to be precise, it is the second time.

For the first time, after he was possessed by an evil spirit and unconsciously killed his lover, he used this method to delay her death: forcibly connecting a dead body with a full life, thus balancing the remaining life of the two from 0%-100% to 50%-50%. That was three hundred years ago, and the final outcome was not good, what he wanted to leave behind became a scar in his heart.

Now, once again, he took out this trick to press the bottom of the box, not to 'keep' anything, but to 'take away'. He wants to use this red thread, which is so slender that it can't even bear the weight of a key, to 'take' the lives of his enemies, or at least, to do it all.

"Come on!"

Nalan Yu staggered to his feet, facing the pure white Second True Ancestor, stretched out his arm in the most provocative way possible, and hooked his fingers.

"Come and kill me!" he roared, his face full of the determination of the person who went to die, "I want to die, kill me!"

The flames flickered behind her, the light of the fire was uncertain, and Sheila's immobile face was also cloudy and sunny, as if to show her unpredictable mood.

"Do you really think," she said, in a rather flat tone, "that I can't kill you?"

In the next second, a claw in the air, the hurricane directly tore Nalan Twilight's body into strips of rags flying in the sky.

Originally, the battle should have been over, and Nalan Twilight was defeated, killed, and even disgracefully before his death, failing to leave even a single visible wound on Sheila's body. However, he did not usher in his own end in this way, and the moment he was torn apart, his body immediately began to regenerate. All of them, floating gently into the sky like feathers, and the pieces of flesh that had not yet had time to hit the ground, returned to their original positions one after another, as if they were being pulled by some force.

The broken bones were put back together, the shattered internal organs were put back in place, the muscles and skin enveloped the incomplete body, and the wonderful, time-lapse process of self-healing lasted only a fraction of the time. After that, Nalan sat on her knees naked, surrounded by black, blood-stained pieces of clothing. On his body, there were almost no signs of injury, except for the three narrow claw marks on his chest, which had not yet had time to recover.

This is the "connection of life", sharing life, sharing the damage, either dying together or living together. It's like using a conduit to connect two cups of water from the bottom, no matter how much water is drawn from one cup, the water in the other cup will always flow through, and the water level of the two cups will always be the same, either full or dry together.

So, in fact, it was not Nalan Twilight himself who completed this almost impossible regeneration, but Sheila, or rather, the power of life that flowed from Sheila.

"Go on. ”

Nalan Twilight raised his head and repeated what he had said.

"Kill me, don't hesitate. ”

The same eyes, the same words, that is, the voice is a little smaller, a little lighter, and a little more stable. It sounded like he didn't care about whatever happened in the next second.

He is now, all the way to death, without looking back. If he could really die, then he would have died a well-deserved death.

Sheila looked down at him and didn't say a word. There were also three more wounds on her chest, which cut through the light and soft dress sewn from an unknown material, piercing through her snow-white and flawless skin. Blood seeped out, staining the folds of his chest with red roses one after another.

"Can you feel it, Sheila. ”

For a few seconds, Sheila was motionless and didn't react at all, just silently, looking at Nalan Twilight coldly, so Nalan Twilight continued to say to her:

"Pain, can you feel the pain?"

Hearing this, Sheila gently covered her bleeding chest, looked down, glanced at the blood in her palm, which was gradually getting cold, raised her head again, and replied:

"Yes, I felt it, the pain of the wound came like a flame. It's been a long time since I've felt this ......"

"That's how I feel at the moment," a shallow wry smile appeared at the corner of Nalan Yu's mouth, "That's what burned in my chest 1,200 years ago, that feeling, pain, can you feel its existence?"

As he spoke, he raised the little finger of his left hand once more and showed Sheila the thin thread that connected the lives of the two of them.

"It's following this red thread and crawling up to you. You can continue to hurt me, keep hurting yourself, go on, taste my pain. ”

"Everything you gave me, I'm going to give it back now. ”

"Hey—"

Sheila sighed softly, if she still had the "frown" in her meme, she should have frowned slightly, but she didn't.

"I said it, don't think I can't kill you. ”

The wound on her chest had healed, and the blood in her hand was gone.

"Of course I can kill you......" she said, raising her right hand and pointing her index finger at Nalan Twilight's head, "as long as I want." ”

"Bang!"

There was no dazzling laser, no blazing flames, no visual effects that could be seen clearly by the human eye, some kind of energy stirred the air, causing a burst of ripples, and in the next second, Nalan Yu's head exploded directly, like a big watermelon that fell from the eighth floor and shattered to the ground.

If Pache Noreki or Alice Margot Royd were present, they would have frowned at Sheila's finger. It's not because of the profoundness of the magic behind this finger, but, on the contrary, it doesn't have any technical content at all, it's just, purely, projecting energy.

"Magic" is, after all, just a technique that uses energy called "magic". The level of this technology depends entirely on the utilization of the energy it consumes. Experienced magicians can achieve 100%, or even 120% mana utilization, and can do a lot of work with just a small amount of energy. In contrast, Rookie Magicians only have a 50% mana utilization, or worse, 25%, which means they need to consume twice or four times as much energy to achieve double the effect. And when they don't have that much energy at hand, the magic they unleash can only shrink and shrink again.

The commentary is so long, so how much magic power is used by Sheila's finger?

The answer is 1%, 1% under the 100-point system, if it is converted to a thousand-point system, it is 1 in 1,000, if it is changed to a 10,000-point system, it is 1/10,000, and so on...... Or, to put it more succinctly: infinity approaches zero but does not become zero.

Because it's not magic, it's, and normal people can't do anything at all in this way, but put on a stupid pose for others to see the joke. But Sheila insisted on raising her hand and pointing at Nalan Twilight's head, and the terrible thing about it was that it was...... Let's put it this way, assuming that the effect of her move is 1, and her energy utilization rate is infinitesimal, then in order to achieve the effect of this mere "1", the energy she needs to expend is infinite.

Infinite, incalculable.

This is the reason why Sheila is a "god" and the beings under her are "people".

There is no limit to her strength.

This explains her unique, "unpretentious" way of fighting - the heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not workmanlike.

When ordinary people want to cut people, they first have to find a sword that is sharp enough, and then learn swordsmanship for ten years, and then on an auspicious day, drink a glass of Zhuangxing wine, and go to fight the enemy to the death. When Sheila wants to cut someone, okay, then cut it.

Sword? no, a stick is enough, not even a stick, empty-handed enough. Swordsmanship? What is that? Good days and auspicious days? Pure superstition. Excuse me, quit drinking. As for the duel...... I'm sorry, there is no duel, I'm afraid you haven't figured out the situation yet, so I'll explain it to you now, so that you can understand it, the rules are like this:

I cut, you die.

I don't know how to cut it, but when the idea of "cutting people" comes to my head, you've already broken it in two.

The sword is very handsome, the sword is very chic, the sword is dueling, the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and it is very romantic. But it's garbage, cumbersome steps that can be skipped, and there's no need to be on Sheila's schedule. A whole ton of pure magic can be smashed down to solve all problems, from the idea, directly to reality, and all the implementation steps in between are omitted. If one ton is not enough, then another hundred tons, a thousand tons, ten thousand tons, ten million tons, 100 million tons, as long as it is not stoned to death, then smashed to death.

Of course, energy can't be measured in tons, and the energy used by Sheila is completely unmeasurable, so it's a pure analogy.

Go back in front of the ruins of the Eternal Pavilion.

When Naran's head recovered, Sheila snapped another finger and smashed it again. Blood poured out of the crack in her forehead, across her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose, but she didn't care.

"I can kill you, again and again, until I get tired of it. Then, when you come back to life, you can unilaterally claim your victory, and you have that right. ”

"Bang" - this is the sound of the brain bursting, the third time.

"It's not that I can't kill you. ”

"Bang" - the fourth time.

"Rather, you're stuck to the sole of my shoe like a piece of gummy. ”

"Bang" - the fifth time.

"I've stomped you to the ground again and again, but you just won't let go. So I thought, forget it. After all......"

She lowered her hand and watched coldly as Nalan Twilight's shattered face was put back together in pieces.

"You're just an annoying piece of gummy. ”

"You're done?" the first time he regained his mouth, Nalan opened his mouth and said, "It's unfortunate that I haven't been." ”

With that, he clasped his hands on his chest, and his ten fingers dug deep into the flesh and stuck between his ribs.

"Click!"

Nalan twilight tore open his chest, revealing his beating heart.

"My heart is as cold as ice, and every word and deed comes only from the purest reason. ”

"I came here for no other purpose, to defeat you, to kill you. And when I say the words 'kill you,' I'm very, very, very, calm. ”

"For, my Creator, I can really kill you. ”