"Do you really want to save yourself?" Yehou sat in a chair and looked at me. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I suddenly remembered the ring in Fury's hand that burst into flames. It's a little tricky.

"It's okay, just go play with the new '100 ways to die of little Lori' that arrived yesterday, and I should be back when you get to the hour needle." I put on my shirt and picked up the knife to get ready to go out.

It took a while for Nightmarquis to realize that I was talking about "the Ancient City of Roses and Dusk".

"Ah, actually, I was already playing when the mail came yesterday... I've already won the platinum trophy... ”

I looked at him in amazement, then opened the door to the courtyard, where a cardboard box was placed outside.

The carton was opened, and two brand-new filtering gas masks were placed inside.

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Climbing over a wall about three meters high, I jumped into an abandoned chemical plant.

In the drowsy night, I walked across the open-air playground outside the factory, past countless spherical and cylindrical storage tanks, large and small. Numerous long, side-by-side straight pipes crisscross the horizon, and three towering exhaust pipes reach into the sky, surrounded by cooling towers, trestles, load-bearing frames, and more. The stars of these buildings guard the dilapidated factory building in the middle of them, which is about four stories high.

Rain Bell should be locked up there.

"Hey, Yehou, what are you doing?" I answered the phone and asked softly.

"I'm idle, so I'm here to do you a little favor. You look at the phone. A voice came from across the microphone.

I looked at the screen of my phone, and a picture came from the night. Thermal imaging of what appears to have been taken from the air of an abandoned chemical plant, showing three people on the west side of the third floor.

"This is ... Are they all on the third floor? ”

"That's right, I'm good, of course, mainly because of my newly bought **********. After being rescued ... ”

I hung up, pulled out my knife and walked in through the main entrance.

"Hey, old man, aren't you going to teach me kendo? Two days are first-class! I whispered to the dead old man.

"You're still early." The old man suddenly appeared and said next to me.

"And what I'm going to teach you is not swordsmanship, it's swordsmanship, it's not some kind of blind stroke with a bamboo stick, it's killing art." The old man added. "And... Boy, don't you have a good brain? ”

"Huh? What's wrong? "I don't know why, why scolding me again for no reason.

"You look up at the front, just your brain... I also want to sneak in to save people. ”

I looked up and a camera on the ceiling was looking at me, the lens glowing red.

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"Someone's coming, boy." The old man whispered, and disappeared into thin air.

I looked into the darkness ahead, a faint light of fire suddenly flickering in the distance, and a tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness in front of me with undisguised footsteps.

"Why are you here again? Pick up a life and go back and don't know how to cherish it? Gremlin? The angry face grew more and more fierce in the flickering of the firelight.

"You caught my friend, so of course I'm coming. Since I'm not dead, don't try to get rid of me. I grabbed the knife in both hands and bowed slightly, ready to rush at him.

"You're really... I got mixed up with the police... It's ridiculous. He fiddled with the flame on his left hand as he spoke.

The ring ... What the hell is it? Furious doesn't have a cloud tattoo on his arm, so he shouldn't be a soul purifier. And that ring doesn't seem to have a spirit ... So, is it an antiquity?

"Well, this ring suits me perfectly, right?" Furious noticed that I was looking at the flame on his left hand. "I bought it on the black market after I got out of prison, and when I got back, I found that it could absorb, release, and control the flames." He fiddled with the flickering and jumping flames. "You've prepared quite well this time, and you've brought a gas mask... But it's not necessary, I'll figure it out by myself. He smiled contemptuously.

I frowned and tried to rush over, only to suddenly find myself unable to move at all. All consciousness is there, but it can't control the body.

What's going on?! How am I...

[Don't panic, boy.] Now it's up to me to control your body. A hoarse voice sounded in my heart.

What the heck? The dead old man?

[It's rude, boy, I'm going to teach you swordsmanship.] ]

Ah, sorry. But how do you ...

[This is called possession.] Only powerful spirits can do it, and they can only be attached to the soul purifier. Don't think about it from now on, and take a closer look at what I have taught you. ]

I didn't know what was going on, but my body moved on its own, and I was only conscious, but I had no control.

"Die, little ghost!" Roaring in anger, he raised his left fist.

A wall of high-temperature fire that covered the entire road slammed into it head-on with a huge kinetic energy, with a whining wind. The entire workshop was illuminated in an instant.

[You kid, you don't hold the knife in the right position.] Look at it. ]

"I" put the depression of the palm base and the tiger's mouth against the spine of the knife, and held the knife with both hands.

Hide, old man! What kind of posture are you adjusting here?!

However, "I" unhurriedly put the knife back into its scabbard and placed it diagonally on my left waist. Staring at the wall of fire in front of him, he slowly held the knife in his right hand, and nudged the blade with his left thumb in front of the right.

[Standing and living.] ]

I could already feel the scorching heat of the wall of fire, and the blade cut a bright arc in the light of the fire, easily slicing through the wall of fire from the bottom to the top with a huge wind pressure.

"I" rushed in through the gap in the split wall of fire, sword in my right hand and sheath in my left.

"What?!" Furious was visibly taken aback, not expecting the wall of fire to be artificially split.

"I" rushed in front of him almost instantly, and the knife in his right hand slashed horizontally at high speed, and he jumped back to dodge.

The fury yelled, and a fireball slammed into it.

"I" dodged sideways, smashed the scabbard at him, and then held the knife in both hands and held it high, the knife accumulating momentum on the right shoulder, slashing diagonally.

[Show the stream, the big robe chop.] ]

Fury used his hand to fend off the scabbard that had smashed into him, and out of nowhere he picked up a bent iron rod to block the blade that was slashing diagonally at him.

However, "Zangwu" was already unstoppable, and after a single blow, the iron rod he used to block was pressed down. "I" stopped suddenly, raised the sword horizontally, and stabbed forward with the tip of the knife.

The inertia of the block made him unable to avoid it, and he roared in anger and grabbed the knife with his left hand.

The tip of the knife pierced through his left hand, and then he couldn't get in.

"Again! You've hurt my hand again! "Angry eyes glared at me,

"I" was silent, and suddenly drew the knife, blood splattered.

Furious strode back, and then used the flames to scorch his wounds to stop the bleeding.

"You kid! I'm going to kill you today! His eyes widened and he roared with rage.

He roared, and countless fireballs smashed in, seemingly blocking all directions that could be dodged.

However, "I" suddenly crouched down to dodge a fireball, and then continued to jump sideways from side to side, or raise his sword high to split the fireball vertically.

[The way of the sword lies in the mystery of kitsch, which is unpredictable. "I," I said to myself as I dodged the fireball.

[And the ingenuity is in the pace.] When it is rampant and fighting, it is like the wind. My body was constantly dodging under the old man's control, crouching or jumping, and countless fireballs passed by, but none of them hit me.

[The method of using the knife, in the skill of force, supplemented by the strange pace, then a single knife into battle, the crab runs, and ten thousand people are easy.] ]

"I" rolled in the air, dodged two fireballs, and hid behind a machine.

"What's wrong? Come out! Why don't you keep jumping? Anger shouted loudly.

"I" gradually soothed his breath. The right-hand knife is placed diagonally.

[Long to degree, short to tend to be, squatting is a step, retreat for cutting, arms in the wrist, pick to hide skimming.] The old man continued to teach me.

You've said so much, but I don't understand, can you speak Mandarin?

The old man didn't pay attention to me, but controlled my body and walked out slowly.

Just as he showed his head, a fireball came at him.

"I" turned his head and flashed, raised his sword and rushed forward, and whenever a fireball hit me, he suddenly stopped his body, or jumped sideways like an ape, or leaped like a tiger. In just a few seconds, he rushed to the face of anger.

Furious laughed maniacally, raising the iron rod in his hand.

"Lao Tzu stoned you to death!"

[A source of a knife flow, cut off.] The old man's voice sounded softly.

"Zangwu" was held in the middle, and the knife was over-the-head, slashing at the iron rod smashed by anger at an extremely tricky and strange angle.

After a collision, "Zangwu" continued to slide, bursting with countless sparks, and the iron rod in Fury's hand that should have been able to hit my head was forcibly changed trajectory, and the iron rod brushed over my left shoulder. But the route of "Tibetan Martial Arts" has not changed.

The blade arced through the air, then slashed into the furious chest, slashing at the furious chest, slicing a wound of more than five inches in his chest, blood splattering on me.

Furious screamed and backed away, smashing several fireballs at me.

"I" flashed calmly, and stood silently as the rage once again controlled the flames and scorched the wound.

Hey, old man, why do you always use other people's swordsmanship? Aren't you Miyamoto Musashi's saber?

[Where did you get so much nonsense?] I'll learn whatever you teach. Did you know all those tricks just now? ]

No.

[Idiot.] I'm going to teach you another trick, this one is more difficult, look at it carefully. ]

Which trick is not difficult? I don't know what you just taught.

"I" looked at the maddened rage, holding the knife in both hands, aiming the tip of the sword at his eyes, the tip of the sword sinking slightly.

Angry with bruises on his forehead, his face twisted and roared wildly, waving his iron rod and rushing up.

[Natural rational flow, flat blue eyes.] ]

"I" rushed forward, leaned down and lowered his head to dodge the iron rod that smashed horizontally, the blade of the sword tilted to the left, and the waist suddenly exerted force, and the tip of the sword of "Zangwu" pierced his abdomen.

In a panic, Fury withdrew his iron rod to block the sword that stabbed him, and was able to avoid the first blow. However, "I" then turned the blade of the sword and changed angles to stab him again at high speed.

He avoided being stabbed, but sacrificed his left hand.

The blade easily slice through the elbow of his left hand. Without pause, "I" withdrew the blade of the sword, twisted his hand and stabbed again. "Zangwu" stabbed into the belly of the rage at an extremely tricky angle.

"Boy... You... He looked at me in amazement.

Bang!

There was a loud bang behind him, and a tall, muscular, masked man smashed through the wall and broke in.

"Ahh It's 11:45. The masked man's voice had clearly been processed by a voice changer, sounding very strange and ridiculous.

A Chihuahua screamed twice sharply behind him, as if complaining about something.

"You're fighting hot, I won't bother, I'm here to save people." The masked man said excitedly.

"I" pulled out the knife and looked at him, angrily covering the wound and retreating into the distance, also looking in surprise at the man who had inexplicably barged in.

"You're the robber?" Fury apparently recognized him, too.

"It was here that I came to you for revenge." The masked man looked angry, and his tone was a little resentful.