Chapter II

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Uncoordinated pity suddenly appeared on his frenzied and distorted terrifying face, and he stared at Xiangkong's pale and bloodless face, and sneered, "You are also terminally ill. ”

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, like a landing thunderbolt, hitting the sky fiercely.

Although I don't agree with this statement, it seems that it is the reaction of the soul itself, and when I hear these words, the hollow feeling of the heart stopping in an instant erodes the whole heart.

Xiangkong didn't know why Lu Dao would react so much to these words, and he didn't understand why Wei Lu would be like this, so he dispelled the strange feeling and replaced it with another thought.

Impossible...! Am I terminally ill? How can it be!

"Do you have time to laugh?" Xiangkong suddenly rushed towards the white-haired man like crazy.

"So I don't understand... Since there is not much life left, why not drag more people down from the hell we live in? ”

The white-haired man looked at Xiangkong coldly, raised his sword to block the sword that Xiangkong swung over, and it was easy to block.

"Don't say us on the left and us on the right, I'm different from you!"

Xiangkong couldn't understand how he could be like this, he shouted out a sentence like a gaffe, and the moment he drew back the sword, he swung a sword at him, this sword lost its usual sharpness, and the white-haired man's arm moved, and the one-handed sword changed its angle, and once again easily blocked the sword that lost its sharpness.

At this time, Xiangkong is like giving birth to two souls, one soul is puzzled outside the body, and the other soul is inside the body, resigned to fate and refuted.

The soul outside the body was very puzzled, completely unable to understand how he could react like this, and the soul inside the body was a contradiction, as if he had long agreed with the white-haired man's statement, but at this moment, as if he regretted it, he did not fully agree.

"What, it turned out to be a coward who didn't even dare to face reality."

Through the gap between the swords, the white-haired man seemed to see a clue, and the pity on his face was instantly withdrawn, and a look of disgust turned to disgust.

"Nonsense, give me death!" Xiangkong's eyes were red, and he used all his strength to use the strongest attack power of the "single heavy attack", in the dazzling red light, he was shouting in his heart what was going on with him, he shouldn't be so uncalm, this is not him!

"An attack of this grade... Looks like I'm overestimating you. ”

The corners of the white-haired man's mouth trembled into a disdainful smile, and between his footsteps, he staggered sideways with Xiangkong, who used his skills, and the crimson edge light was like a splash of butterfly wings, and when he flew wildly, the gaze on the side of Xiangkong's gaze was rendered into a red world, which also concealed the white-haired man's true disdain.

A single heavy attack is close to a big move in a single attack skill, and the price after the failure is naturally a more serious hitstun, and the white-haired man's combat quality is very terrible, and he chose the dodge route at the moment when the skill was launched, and there are two routes to dodge, one is left, and the other is right, and he chose the left in an instant, compared to the right, this one is more difficult to dodge, but this is also the best route to counterattack, because there is no shield on this side.

The corners of the white-haired man's eyes turned into a circle of hideousness, and the one-handed sword in his hand turned into a streamer, and three swords came out within two seconds, and with an artistic slash with a horizontal line of triangles, three blood-red scars were drawn on the side of Xiangkong's sword-holding body, and these three scars were triangular, and the corners between each other were no more or less, just drawing a perfect triangle.

This is not a skill effect, but a triple sword formed by a quick ordinary slash, if such a blow is completed with a thin sword, then Asuna's skills can also be done, but the white-haired man uses a one-handed sword that is more bulky than the thin sword, although Xiangkong is in an immovable hard straight state, but it can be completed in two seconds, and it can also be seen that the white-haired man is proud of his capital.

The HP tube in the field of vision has been directly reduced by two-tenths, and the terrifying damage of these three consecutive hits can be seen.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Xiangkong's eyes, and this set of three consecutive blows woke him up slightly, making him realize how stupid his action was just now, and that stupid act would never be done in normal times.

The white-haired man glanced at the HP value cut by Xiangkong, frowned slightly dissatisfied, and stood confidently in place after he hit it.

At such a close distance, Xiang Kong suppressed the negative emotions that surged from the bottom of his heart one after another, and this time he did not recklessly choose to use a big move, but stabbed diagonally at the lower left rib position of the white-haired man with obvious gaps.

"It's kind of interesting..."

The white-haired man's eyes lit up slightly, and the exaggerated arc of the corners of his mouth reappeared, he actually moved his body horizontally, held the one-handed sword back, and pressed the blade of the sword against the blade that stabbed over, drawing a burst of jumping sparks, only to hear a piercing friction sound resounding throughout the audience.

This unbelievable way of blocking made Xiangkong lose his mind for a moment, but because he was the first to attack, after being blocked, if he withdrew his sword in time to launch the next blow, then it would not cause the consequences of hard stun, but because of that moment of distraction, he lost such an opportunity, although the hard stun time is very short, but it is enough for the master.

With a slight effort, the white-haired man slammed away the blade of Xiangkong's sword, and once again slashed in an ordinary manner, leaving three red scars on the right side of Xiangkong, which was not covered by the shield.

"Weak, too weak, so weak that I can't be interested!"

After two successes in a row, the white-haired man finally retreated, staring at Xiangkong's somewhat confused eyes, his long tongue coming out of his mouth, licking a circle of pale lips, his eyes full of disdain.

"What the hell is going on..."

Xiangkong stood in place in a daze, unable to understand or understand, it is true that the opponent is very strong, but he is not a person who is weak to this extent, why is this happening?

His gaze was darkened by deep doubts, like a man who could freely drive his limbs and suddenly find himself sluggish one day, as if his signal had been blocked.

"You and I are not of the same grade, I have not been able to swing my limbs freely since I was born, I can only lie on the hospital bed since I was sensible, I have not thought for a second that I can run without scruples, I have not given up such a strong thought for a second, until the death deadline is judged, I still have not given up, dreaming of one day not only running, but also jumping!"

The white-haired man stared at Xiangkong with a kind of overlooking gaze, and expressed his emotions strongly in every word.

"Although you are terminally ill like me, you must not have experienced the pain of being born unable to move, have you? So, you and I are not of the same level, and my strong desire to move freely has given me endless strength in this world! ”

Xiangkong raised his head suddenly, his eyes showed a light like a beast, the four words of the terminally ill were like a nightmare, which made his chest extremely uncomfortable, obviously thinking that this was impossible, but what soul would not firmly deny it?

Suddenly, he thought of an irresistible fact, this body was not his...