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Qingyan smiled dumbly:

"Songming, Songming, don't you have a long memory? A fool like you with brute strength can sentence yourself to death by jumping in the air, so let me cut off the shell of your monster and leave behind the mysterious Daogen! ”

Having said that, Qing Yan didn't have any carelessness, and he didn't have any hope of killing the monster Songming. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, he only believed in the sword in his hand - Yan Yan.

He came to the edge of the waterhole ice cave, mobilized the Dao power of his body, and slashed out with a sword in the direction that Song Ming was about to jump out.

As soon as Song Ming jumped out of the ice cave, he suddenly saw Qing Yan slashing with a sword, helplessly in the air, there was no possibility of avoiding it, so he simply took his left hand, which had been burned just now, and directly met the blade.

The tactics of this moment are based on such a judgment: even if his left hand is cut off, his bones are strong and can definitely unload most of the slashing force, which to a certain extent ensures that the body under the left arm will not be cut open by a sword, thus leaving the hope of turning the tables.

The left hand and Qing Yan's Yan Sword were about to touch, Song Ming suddenly felt a spirit all over his body, and suddenly sensed the subtle Dao power on the Yan Yan Sword, and his left hand subconsciously retracted in the opposite direction, drawing a wonderful arc.

This harvest was so swift that he instantly grabbed the blade of the sword that was quickly chopped, and the back of his hand rested on his chest, and the whole person became soft, like a "gummy candy", and perfectly unloaded the slashing force.

How could Song Ming let go of this moment's opportunity, after unloading the slashing force, he clenched the blade of the sword with his left hand, and used his waist, abdomen and arm strength to pull it back violently.

His purpose was to seize the sword.

He is confident that if he fights each other empty-handed, his chances of defeating his opponent will be greatly increased.

And yet—

Samurai will never give up their Dao sword! Based on this constant law rooted in the samurai's heart, Qingyan did not let go at that moment, thus missing the good opportunity to push Songming down the ice cave in one fell swoop.

Reality is not a movie, not a comic, not a network, when the two are really desperate, there will be no long magic weapon confrontation scene, and there will be no chance for both sides to accumulate anger points.

Victory or defeat, life and death, are decided in only a split second.

Song Ming pulled his left hand, and his right fist had already followed. ∫■ding∫■diǎn∫■小∫■語,.∷.↗os_;

A heavy fist slammed into the iron wall that protected Qing Yan's head.

Song Ming's left hand was instantly released (otherwise it would be cut by the blade) and fell into the ice cave.

Qing Yan ate this heavy punch, his head was planted back, the spine at the base of his neck was instantly broken, and his head fell heavily to the ground, causing a sixth-level concussion, seven orifice bleeding, and there was no chance to turn over.

Song Ming quickly climbed up from the ice cave:

"I'm sorry, you're losing again."

Qingyan was already unconscious, and was pulled back to reality by this mockery.

His eyes were full of grief and indignation, but he hadn't thrown in the towel yet.

A flame burned in his eyes instantly, and he saw him spit out the blood in his mouth, his lips twitched, and he said with difficulty:

"Ahem...... Do you really think you've won? ”

Song Ming was unmoved, he had seen too many plots of being grass because of chatter or not mending the knife in time, at this time, without saying a word, he snatched the Yan Yan Sword in Qing Yan's hand, and was about to raise the sword to stab down, when he suddenly heard Qing Yan groan with all his strength:

"The sun is falling from the sky, exploding!"

Because of the experience of being bombed several times, Song Ming was very sensitive to explosions, and when he heard the word "explosion", he couldn't care about the Qingyan on the ground, and immediately fell to the ground, almost digging a pit and digging into the soil.

With Qing Yan's chanting, the fireball that had long been extinguished in the icy water suddenly rattled at this moment.

It is only its exterior that is extinguished, but the core of its inner life is still burning, because—

That's a small nuclear fission reactor in itself!

That fireball is an atomic bomb!

Listening to the "boom" between heaven and earth, the firelight instantly flooded all sight, and on the northeast edge of the death training ground, a large mushroom that soared into the sky and was dazzling and dazzling!

After the nuclear explosion, everything in the cave turned to ashes, and even the hole itself was blown open a hundred times the size, and the hole became a pit, a huge crater.

Even the death training ground was blown out of a huge gap.

Within a radius of several miles, the soil is flying, and not a single inch of grass grows.

In the center of the nuclear explosion, an iron box slowly unfolded, and a figure climbed out of it with difficulty, removing the excess "iron wall" on his body, leaving only a piece of armor to fix the broken neck, holding a sword in his right hand, looking at a black and unrecognizable corpse beside him, and said with a smile:

"This is the way the world is...... You're a monster among monsters, and you've embarrassed me so far, but thanks to your monster body, you can keep your Daogen intact under the nuclear explosion. ”

Qing Yan originally wanted to directly cut open Song Ming's right chest and then take the Dao root, but there was still a bit of a shadow in his heart, in order to be sure, he raised his sword towards Song Ming's heart and inserted a sword into it.

That was the location of Songming's original heart, only two centimeters away from the location of his heart after being moved by Caesar.

The sword pierced Song Ming's lungs, bringing his near-unconscious consciousness back to reality in an instant.

Song Ming endured the severe pain, held the iron sword in his left hand, and his eyes opened suddenly.

Qing Yan was stunned, his pupils suddenly froze, as if he saw a monstrous wave and the universe reversed, he looked at the loose song in front of him with blurred flesh and blood and visible bones, and his always calm emotional tower collapsed in an instant:

"Y- are you still human?!"

Song Ming's right hand followed up with a punch, shaking away Qing Yan's hand holding the sword, grabbed it with his left hand, slapped the iron wall, choked Qing Yan's neck, pulled his head down in front of him, and his right hand crossed the Yan Yan sword, and wiped it towards Qing Yan's neck.

Before this, Qing Yan had long been powerless to resist and foresaw his death in advance, but he was finally unwilling in his heart, and the anger in his eyes rekindled:

"Let's go to hell together, Spirit Blast!"

He urgently activated the spiritual explosion, in a vain attempt to die with Song Ming, but because after the previous Dao explanation, the driving "Burning Sun Heavenly Fall" consumed too much Dao power, and at this moment, his Dao Root's reaction was finally half a beat slower, and the Dao Root had not yet exploded, and his head had been erased by Song Ming's sword.

The spirit explosion itself was extremely difficult, and at this moment, it lost the control of consciousness, and the spirit root was like a cannon thrown into the pond, and it couldn't even make a pop.

And Qing Yan's long-haired and disheveled head rolled to the ground, and his round eyes were full of unwillingness.

Song Ming was exhausted, and reluctantly made up a sword to the Dao root of Qingyan, and his eyes showed an inextricable cold light, mixed with sadness:

"Hell you are talking about...... I'm already here. ”

……

Song Ming looked at himself, he was covered in burns caused by the nuclear explosion, the whole person's flesh and blood were blurred, almost only the flesh and bones were connected, even the scalp was burned off, and there were more than ten arrow talismans interspersed on his body that had not been pulled out.

He pulled out the arrow talisman on his body, found the hollow "acquaintance" sword broken in two in the huge dirt pit, and when he was about to leave, he turned back to Qing Yan's side, took his space ring, picked up his Dao sword, and kicked his head away.

The revenge had been avenged, but he did not have the slightest sense of pleasure, only endless tiredness.

The cruelty of the samurai world is far beyond his imagination, if he hadn't opened several hangings in a row, I'm afraid he would have become a ghost under Qing Yan's sword.

Under this cold rule that the strong are respected, there is a bloody reality everywhere.

This is the world he has chosen.

When Song Ming left the death training ground, night had fallen, and he did not linger any longer, and soon disappeared into the dark but brightly lit high-rise buildings in Lizhou, leaving only one sentence from Caesar's mouth, which he had not "heard" until this moment:

“-an。”

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(The end of the death training ground chapter, the next chapter begins to enter the samurai academy chapter)

Preview: Chapter 0038, Wuhuan Street.

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