Chapter 21: Farewell, Teacher

The old knife was still waiting quietly under the giant tree, until Yan Yan appeared, and the yellow and thick hand bones slowly pulled up the Pu knife inserted in the ground, and the blade was also erected towards Yan Yan, like a lone wolf challenging the new wolf king.

Yan Yan put the Ryuichi short knife back into its scabbard, strode closer to the giant tree, and waved at the old knife with a forced smile, trying to show the old knife that he had no intention of fighting him.

However, the old knife in front of him, who was still silent, did not say anything, with the sharp sound of breaking the air, between breaths, the figure of the old knife appeared in front of the Yan Yan, and the tall figure slashed out with a knife, which was obviously a small weapon, but was used by the old knife with the whistling sound of a heavy weapon.

"Lift lightly...... Hehe, old knife, your strength has improved a lot. ”

As the whistling sound with wind pressure came head-on, Yan Yanqiang dodged with a smile, trying to break through the tense situation in front of him.

"Stop playing, old knife, teach me how to lift lightly, I still can't learn this trick......"

In fact, it is the earliest trick that Yan Yan learned.

Still silent.

Pu Dao made one move after another, opening and closing as if using a copper mace, the amplitude was extremely large, but the speed was surprisingly fast, and the strong wind pressure surrounded the scorching heat.

However, Yan Yan's speed was faster, and his feet were light, and he appeared at the side of the old knife at an extremely tricky angle.

He still didn't make a move, but his face became more and more sad.

"Let's go, old knife, let's go and kill the other centurions. You see, I'll kill one more centurion Heroic Spirit and I'll complete the mission, so come with me. ”

It was still one knife after another, and the impact was full of power and slashed back and slashed, slashing towards Yan Yan's vital body, and the fierce knife light gradually closed to Yan Yan's throat, as if he wanted him to shut up.

"Stop fighting, did I do something that made you angry? Then I'll come back in a few days. ”

Yan Yan dodged and retreated ten meters in front of the old knife in the blink of an eye, although his swift movements looked relaxed and comfortable, but his pleading tone became more and more sad.

As the scorching flames retreated, the old knife decisively held the Pu knife in front of him and danced rapidly, forming a knife net composed of a semicircular knife light in an instant, and at the same time constantly vibrating the knife body, and the knife body was also shaken all over the crack with the formation of the knife net.

"Click...... Cha...... Cang Chang ......"

I saw that the old knife shook it hard, and the Pu knife was shocked into dozens of pieces, and flew out of the knife net densely, and shot towards the Yan Yan with a whistling sound, and the silver light flashed.

Yan Yan did not use the "flash" of Ryuichi's short knife, but used the scabbard to easily knock down the fragments like a storm.

His strength had already far surpassed that of the old knife, and when the old knife shot out fragments, Yan Yan knew that the old knife was seducing him to use "flash", and between the shards, Yan Yan saw that the old knife seemed to be welcoming death and opened his arms.

"The old knife is really looking for death......"

Familiar thoughts came to his mind again.

This is a fact, and Yan Yan has been running away from this fact.

"Why ......"

Yan Yan shouted sadly.

The old knife touched his body with some disappointment, as if he was regretting that he was not killed by the shards of the Pu knife that rebounded back.

The gap in strength is getting bigger and bigger, and he can't fool this little man anymore, Lao Dao shook his head with a sigh.

Immediately he saw the sad Yan Yan shouting, and he couldn't bear it, but he could only stand upright, clutching the bare hilt of the knife, ready to attack.

Lao Dao understands Yan Yan's feelings and cherishes the feelings of the two, but Lao Dao wants to die on the way to the charge, he hopes that his disciples can understand his silent plea for help, he is tired......

Every day here is a torment, all the old ghosts are numbing themselves with fighting, and the same is true of the old knife.

Until one day when he came out of the battlefield, he ran into a small skeleton who was white and stupid, stupidly wanted to sneak attack him, and the moment he came out, he was so stupid that he almost laughed, but he was still hit, and it was really embarrassing.

The little man made a deal with himself and asked him to teach him how to swordsmanship......

Teaching knives? It might have been more fun than fighting around, so he agreed without much thought.

With the growth of the little man's strength, he gradually discovered the magic of this little man's skeleton, and the bone heroes he killed never recovered......

But at the same time, the old knife also discovered that slowly, not only did this little man regard him as a teacher, but he also began to regard this little man as a disciple, but ......

He's tired......

He wanted to be free......

"Do you really understand him?"

Athena couldn't stand it anymore, and her cold voice woke up the sorrowful Yan Yan like cold water.

"Understand? Kill your own comrades-in-arms and your own teachers with your own hands, how do you make me understand? ”

Yan Yan said in a mournful voice.

"Do you really understand what your presence means to this copy?"

Damn, Athena feels like her data flow is out of order, and she doesn't want to try to understand human feelings anymore.

"You don't know anything at all."

Athena was a little angry and threw the copy introduction in Yan Yan's mind, and Yan Yan had a headache.

Copy introduction: This is a place where ancient soldiers must fight, and there are more than 10 million heroic souls who have fallen there from ancient times to the present. Iron Horse Glacier, the battlefield is merciless. Their battle never stopped, and although their bodies had long since turned to dust, their souls never died. The lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in the sky are wandering. Your presence has given hope to these countless resentful heroes. And only you can help them get free......

"You mean...... Am I their hope? I'm going to help them get free? ”

Yan Yan, who put away his grief a little, looked at the copy introduction repeatedly, and muttered in a low voice.

"Are you tired?"

Looking at the old knife not far away, holding an empty hilt, staring at Yan Yan faintly, he once again put on a posture of preparing to charge.

And Yan Yan seems to have really entered the heart of the old knife at this time, as well as the hearts of these countless skeleton heroes.

I saw the old knife stepping forward heavily, he was accumulating his last life and spirit, preparing to launch a final charge against Yan Yan.

Yan Yan also slowly pulled out the Ryu Yi text short knife, the blade of the knife was oblique, and through the reflection on the side of the blade, it seemed that he saw that the bottomless eye hole of the old knife was full of longing for death.

The eyes of the two were condensed into each other, and the old knife grinned at his mandible, revealing Yan Yan's familiar expression, but behind the expression was not the mockery of the past, it seemed to be replaced by encouragement, comforting Yan Yan's trembling heart.

Yan Yan, who no longer hesitated, nodded fiercely, and raised the blade straight towards the old knife, doing his best to give the old knife all the respect.

The old knife opened his jaw widely, roared and strode forward, and the footsteps that were full of strength turned from slow to fast, with a tragic momentum, and launched a charge! Momentum like a rainbow!

Forward...... Forward...... Forward......

Quicken...... Quicken...... Quicken......

The old knife died on the way to charge before his death, and he ...... after his death He's still going to fall on the way to the charge!

"Farewell, General...... Not ......"

"Teacher, go all the way......"

Before the words fell, Yan Yan appeared behind the old knife, and the afterimage of the knife light passed through the old knife's skull, which was comparable to the smooth spine of Ryuyi's short knife.

As if in a dream, he disappeared from the scorching place to the back of the old knife, as if there was a fault in time.

It's so fast! Different from the stormy knife momentum in the past, this is Yan Yan's strongest sword, containing all the essence and extreme speed, without any sound, as if the knife light is chasing behind him.

The old knife turned his back to Yan Yan and struggled to use his last strength to prop up his arm, gave a trembling thumbs up, and then fell to the ground with a bang......

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

Yan Yan knelt on the ground and gathered the bones scattered by the old knife, silently.

This is a relief for the old knife, but for Yan Yan, it is a pain to kill his relatives and teachers with his own hands.

"He's so tired, you should be happy for him......"

Athena reassured.

"I know, Athena, do me a favor......"

The grief-stricken Yan Yan raised his hand to interrupt Athena's words, slowly grabbed a handful of gray-white fine bone meal from the ground, and looked at it fixedly.

"What?"

"Help me make a mask, use the bones of the old knife, make him look like and inlay it on the box of the Ming Dynasty fourteenth, his head is gone, I am afraid that I will forget the old knife for a long time......"

"......, okay."

Athena eventually agreed, even if such a move would drain Athena's few powers.

She can't understand human feelings, but when Yan Yan hurts her heart, she also feels inexplicable pain, which makes Athena feel novel, wasting a little energy, and it's worth it.