Just now, I was worried that if I helped the youth to get ahead, I would not be noticed by the withered believers. It's good that I've really been noticed.

But, in exchange, I also found withered believers.

Needless to say, the identity of the person who came was the master of the Rock Flow Dojo who had joined the ranks of the withered believers, the swordsman.

I didn't recognize him at a glance because he didn't cover his face. After many years, I have long forgotten his face and name, only how he used to make a move. The key to my recognition of him was the knife he was holding.

According to the information given to me by the drone, this knife, named "Hu Che", is now owned by the swordsman. This Hu Che is not only a psionic item, but also a demon knife, it is said that if the person holding it is not a first-class martial artist, then it will suck the essence and blood of the holder's whole body; But in response to such a terrifying risk, its performance is also good, although it is not usually powerful, but as long as it is wielded as a human prey, it will burst out with amazing sharpness. The slashed person, whether wearing power armor or having a sturdy psionic shield, will be slashed in two like a piece of paper, or, as if the enemy's body had automatically sucked the knife in.

His target must be me. But, the question is, is he here to find MONOCULUS, or is he here to find the Faceling?

Although both are me, if it is the former, then he is only here to deal with personal grievances; And if it's the latter, then there must be other withered cultists in ambush nearby.

"Long time no see, MONOCULUS." Unbewildered by my disguised face, he was steadfast, his tone was cold, his posture was murderous, and his voice pierced the wind very clearly to where I was, "As the prophecy indicates, you appear here. ”

Some of the passengers seemed to realize that something was wrong and turned their attention to the swordsman and me.

I knowingly asked, "Prophecy?" ”

"You haven't been active since you disappeared from the martial arts world, and I can't find you when I want to find you. But after joining the Church of the Depths, I got to know someone who could tell divination, and I got a clue from him that you would be on the train and that you would help this unfortunate young man. The broken carriage he was in was getting farther and farther away from me, but his gaze didn't seem to be affected at all, as if he was looking at my face, "I see, are you looking like this?" I've memorized it. Then, I'll never let you go again. ”

......This time, he stood on the top of the broken carriage, took out a proper posture, and reported his genre name, rank, and name very seriously, and then paused for two seconds, as if a quiet and scorching extreme intention was brewing in silence, and his own body, with the broken carriage gradually distancing itself from this side, was gradually hidden by the dark night in the distance, until it disappeared.

In the next moment, a loud shout came from the curtain-like darkness, "-Participate!" ”

A thunderous silver sword light split through the darkness, and together with the swordsman holding the light, rushed towards the place where I was.

I had no intention of fighting this super-grade psyker on the train, so at the same time as he attacked, I didn't hesitate to grab the young man who was still in a daze next to me and jumped out of the car.

At this time, the train happened to pass a bridge. Under the bridge is not a river, but a valley floor that is more than thirty meters deep. With this level of depth, I naturally didn't fall to injury or even die, so I landed on the ground very steadily. Then he threw the young man into the distance, and turned his head to look at the swordsman who landed on the ground after him.

From what he had just said, it was clear that he did not know the identity of my other Faceling. It is probably anxious for revenge, so as soon as he meets someone who can divination, he immediately asks for divination; Then, as soon as you get the divination, you can start preparing immediately. He didn't even know that I was coming from Beaver, because the train had stopped at other towns a few times after leaving Beaver, and it didn't depart from Beaver. With his temperament and resume, he probably didn't even know the level of information about all the stops along the way of that train to investigate.

Also, I didn't see anyone else who jumped out of the car. There is a high probability that he is the only one who came to me this time.

As soon as he landed, he stomped on the ground so hard that the rocky ground exploded like a high-powered mine, and the whole person burst out like a high-speed train, and the sword light swept towards my throat.

His speed, his strength, even in the range of some super-grade psionics who are known for their strength, are not to be underestimated. But the most important thing is his skill as a master of swordsmanship. The knife is life-threatening, and the changes are endless. What's worse is that he also gave up the way of using muscles to drive his body, and instead used psionic energy to drive his body, so he made a move without warning. Even if it's me, if I don't pay attention, I have to land on the ground.

The last time I was under this kind of pressure was Xu Quan'an, who was piloting the Dark Beaver Armor, and he once put me in a bitter battle with his energy power beyond the realm of super-grade psionics and the combat program of high-performance computers. And now, although I am stronger than last time, I can't find a chance to fight back for a while.

There are many reasons to say, but the most important thing is the demon sword.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch strong, martial artists have weapons, and compared with no weapons, it is a world of difference. I once relied on this advantage to beat the disgraceless murderer who was originally on par with me to the point that I had no power to fight back, but this time, the person who had no power to fight back became me.

The razor-sharp demon blade enabled the swordsman to attack me recklessly at a distance beyond my reach. And I was unarmed, not only could I not fight back, but I couldn't even parry, so I could only dodge again and again, which was very embarrassing.

With another blow, the swordsman stepped forward and slashed at me with a fatal blow with a super-speed that seemed to bring out an afterimage. But this time, I finally found the flaw. I reluctantly dodged the knife and seized the hard-earned opportunity to attack.

However, I didn't expect that this flaw was just wishful thinking on my part.

The swordsman had just taken a step forward, and where he had been standing, the shadow-like thing that I thought was the remnants of super speed suddenly solidified, and turned into a clone formed by psionic energy, as if it was made of translucent blue luminous substance, and slashed at me head-on.

Almost at the same time, the swordsman's body also slashed at my chest.

I immediately put away my attack and quickly retreated to dodge. However, the swordsman stepped forward again, and where he was standing, there was an additional psionic phantom. After a total of four steps, a total of four psionic phantoms appeared around him, attacking me at the same time. What's even more terrifying is that the speed and skill of each phantom are exactly the same as the level of the swordsman.

I can only retreat again and again to prevent him from forming a circle with the four phantoms against me, otherwise, I will really not be able to return to the sky.

Fortunately, the swordsman did not choose to stand in the rear by himself, and only let the four phantoms attack me. I think he didn't plan to do it, he couldn't do it. It depends on the nature of the psyker. The key to becoming strong is not to imagine the "strongest trick", but to imagine the "strongest self". The strongest self in the imagination of the swordsman must not be the commander who sits in the rear and directs the army to fight, but a military general who is a thousand. If he doesn't take the lead, he may not be able to use this doppelganger.

It's just that I can't help but wonder at the moment: is this his full strength?

Yes, he was strong, so strong that I couldn't do anything about it. The clone's psionic power can also add more tactical options to him. However, just this level, it is said that it is "combat power directly chasing after the demon subduing expert", which really makes me suspicious. It was also unconvincing to say that this would be able to damage the three special grades of the alliance camp unscathed.

His melee combat strength is indeed enough to be proud of all the special grades, but the super psionic is not only melee combat.

Furious can't defeat me in melee combat, but Furious can fly; Xu Shengxing's melee combat is not as good as mine, but Xu Shengxing will set fire from afar, even if I finally hit him, it may only be his flame clone.

He must have a hidden trick.

Just as I was thinking about it, he suddenly stopped with the four doppelgangers.

"As I expected, this level of trick is really not enough to kill you." He said.

Not enough to kill me? That's a strange thing. The me in his heart should have been the magic eye of a few years ago. At that time, I was not even a first-level psionic, let alone a super-level psionic, and I was not even sure that I would win. I was a little skeptical about what he thought of me.

"Is this your spiritual power? After becoming a psionic, your swordsmanship has not improved, but there are more tricks. "I pretended to be fearless, and I tried my best to think about what else I could do to deal with the tricky demon knife and the four psionic clones.

Do you want to use the Anti-Psionic Short Knife? No, the anti-psionic short knife is just like its name, it is a short knife, and it is far inferior to the demon knife in length. The swordsman has always been very careful to keep his distance from me, and instead of being blinded by psionic powers, he is far more careful than the last time he fought me. I rashly took out the anti-psionic dagger, but it would only expose my hand in vain, and it would not be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

It may be that the Anti-Psionic Short Knife can destroy psionic items more easily, but that's because it can undo the amplification of psionic items' own strength, and then it depends on the strength of their respective materials. And if the anti-psionic short knife removes the power of anti-psionic energy, it is just an ordinary short knife, and it cannot be compared with Hu Che, who is a famous knife in itself. However, it may have a miraculous effect when used to deal with those four psionic clones, but judging from the swordsman's reaction, it is not a matter of effort for him to create clones.

"Psykers? Me? Unexpectedly, the swordsman was not furious at my sarcasm, but rather self-ironic, "I, where is the psyker, but ......" He shook his head, and suddenly reached into his cloak.

I'm still wondering why he said he wasn't a psionic, he was clearly using a super-psionic power. Then I saw his movements, and immediately became vigilant, guarding against whether he would suddenly pull out a pistol or something like a hidden weapon.

Instead of pulling out a pistol, he pulled out a seal made of gray stone. The surface of the lithograph seemed to be carved with some strange symbol, limited to distance and light, I could not see clearly, but I could only barely make out it, and it seemed to be depicted with some kind of shape close to the pentagram, but slightly distorted.

He looked down at the lithograph, then at me, and then put it away. This time, the look on his face when he looked at me was different, very menacing, and seemed to have the meaning of "it was so". He said, "Just as I had imagined, sure enough, you are the touch of an alien god." ”

The touch of an alien god - I heard you right, that's what he said. Alien gods probably refer to gods of the universe like Hasta, but what is the meaning of "touch"? Can it be understood as something like tentacles, or tentacles? Did he think I was part of the body of a cosmic deity?

Of course, he didn't have the kindness to answer my doubts. Instead, after he put away the stone seal, he put on a new posture and declared, "The next move, take your head." ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure suddenly disappeared in place; And at the same time, he appeared in front of me and slashed at me.

Is this a spatial shift? I was about to avoid it, but I immediately reacted: No!

I distinctly felt that my body was rejecting the command to evade. All along, I was unarmed and could only avoid the swordsman's attack, but at this moment, driven by some external force, uncontrollably, I faced the blade of the demon sword that could cut everything.