Chapter 17 Death is not an apology

Two muscular and terrifying bodies stood in the middle of the shattered theater, the groundwater spread to the entire venue, the electrical circuits were paralyzed, and the only remaining emergency power supply was short-circuited.

Blue arcs of electricity erupted in many places, sparks splashed in all directions, and they reacted violently in the water, but they quickly disappeared, and after a brief burst, all light sources went out... The whole theater was in total darkness...

It had reached the calf, and the fountain-like column of underground water was still rising tirelessly.

"It seems like a quick fix. ”

"I'm okay with a quick fix, but are you getting the subject and verb wrong?"

"Those who have long been forgotten will fall asleep again!", the muscle man flashed behind the Nine Craftsmen in an instant, poured the strength of his whole body into his hands, and used his strength to burst out all the energy, hitting the back of the Nine Craftsmen hard.

Bang! It did hit! I also felt a tremble, it worked!

Just when the muscle man was about to withdraw the punch that hit him in the back and strike again... He couldn't even pull his hand back!

The trembling is getting more and more violent! This shouldn't be, why are you still trembling even after only one hit just now?

The muscular man wrapped the qi around his body and quickly swirled, and in the friction with the air, the surroundings were illuminated, and a beam of black-gold qi covered the muscular man's body.

He could have sensed his opponent in the dark space with his heart eye, but in the face of the Nine Craftsmen, any of his perception did not work, and he could only fight while consuming his own Qi Zuo light source, and he clearly realized that a protracted battle was completely disadvantageous to him.

I was going to inflict a serious injury with an inch fist at close range, but I didn't expect that now I can't even pull my right hand back.

He saw that his hand was deeply trapped in the latissimus dorsi of the Nine Craftsmen Gao Long, and the opponent did not use any mana, but just tensed the muscles of the hit part, which produced such a huge force that the muscle man, a strong man in the Tribulation Period, could not withdraw his hand!

Jiujiang's arm was raised to shoulder level, and a powerful chest expansion movement further tightened the back muscles, "Ah!" The muscle man let out a wail, and all 19 of his five fingers were broken together, and at that moment of breaking, there was a gap between the hand that was deep in his back and the bulging latissimus dorsi, and he seized the only opportunity to withdraw his hand, and stepped back, flipped in the air, and fell into the water. If it's one step too late, I'm afraid the whole hand will turn into blood foam!

"I'm afraid your hand is useless. ”

"Hmm... Indeed", the muscular man's right hand hung down, like a piece of fat, without the support of bones.

It is impossible to defeat the monster in front of you in terms of strength, this terrible, pure power, is a level that human cultivators cannot reach in their lifetime, this is the limitation of the human species, a species with a very low lower limit and a very low upper limit, can only rely on other means to dominate in the middle limit, the weakness in the early stage is to rely on fire to fight against the beast, but the leap in the later stage is because of the complexity of the mind, the distractions are numerous, not as easy as the spiritual creatures. It is no coincidence that the Nine Craftsmen are the ones who master the fire, and he must have known the weakness of mortals, so he used his powerful brute force to play with the right hand of the muscular man.

In front of me is an insurmountable chasm, spanning a full four thousand years of history, the gap between mortals and gods, the muscular man is shaken, this is an impossible battle to win, there is only one way in front of him, and that is the dead end.

He once thought that death was terrible, cold, and something that everyone could avoid, whether it was a cultivator, who spared his life in order to one day survive the tribulation and ascend, or an ordinary person, in order to enjoy the unfinished pleasures, he lived his life.

When he actually faced his own death, all his previous conjectures were denied.

He grabbed his middle part, cut it off with a knife, and let go of his severed hair and scattered it in the water. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, and the carefully combed center turned into a capable inch, and he slowly walked towards the position of the Nine Craftsmen, constantly closing the distance.

He thought that death was terrible, cold, and something that everyone could avoid.

That's not wrong at all, for others in his eyes. Every single one, without exception, is like that. He has met countless people, countless cultivators, countless seekers, countless believers, and they are all afraid of death! They are not afraid of death, they are based on the assumption that they can go to heaven after death, because they are afraid of death, they pin their hopes on the eternal existence of their souls, in fact they are more afraid of death than anyone else, they never know that heaven will not take them in, heaven has even exiled Adam, will they also take in inferior products that are inferior to him?

Every step he took made the surface of the water ripple, and he walked coldly in the water, continuing to close the distance between him and the Nine Craftsmen.

He even wanted to spontaneously awaken the innate fear of human beings, because all this was so abnormal, he couldn't feel the fear in his heart when he was about to die, he even felt that he had become a creature other than humans like Yan Candle, and even had a sense of excitement in his heart...

The soul becomes restless, wants to defeat the opponent, and will not hesitate to do so...

He's just longing to fight, here! at this point in time! stop this monster! That's what he wants to do!

Isn't his life for this moment! Isn't this burning heart of battle just to protect what he wants to protect!

Do you need any reason to fight for your life in order to protect what you want to protect without fear of death?

This is human beings! Do everything you can to protect what you want to protect! Keep the seeds of hope alive.

Human beings as a species have never pinned their fate on any hypothesis, still less easily accepted the arrangement of fate and nature, but each generation has tried its best to struggle, burn itself, shine brightly, and then entrust the light to the future! This is the real fire of mankind!

This "human fire" was ignited in the heart of the muscular man!

At the same time, a swimming fire snake appeared on his chest, dancing rapidly on his skin, and a pattern was engraved on his chest. The Qi in the body began to increase dramatically, and the pattern gushed out a huge amount of energy, which was injected into the body of the muscle man.

It was a red dragon pattern that penetrated deep into the skin, and it melted together with the flesh and blood, becoming one. The black pupils faded away, and the eyes glowed brightly white.

"Looks pretty good. ”

"It's still far worse than you. At this time, the muscular man could already sense the majestic power of the Nine Craftsmen.

The dereliction of duty 16 years ago is now in order to protect the dragon vein, but also to atone for the sin. Even if you are buried here today, you must live up to your mission.

"Your flame isn't enough. Has the fire of mankind awakened, but my flame is four thousand years earlier than you! ”

"The Dragonvein Clan doesn't ask how strong the enemy is, only where the enemy is. ”

"Despicable people. The Nine Craftsmen turned into a gray lightning bolt and shot towards the muscle man, and the naked eye could not see it clearly, only a boom was heard, stirring up waves several feet high.

In the center of the collision between the two, the water was pushed away by a huge impact force in all directions, and the ground was suddenly exposed, and the original water rushed to the outer circle of the theater, forming a towering wave.

The middle became a brief flat ground, and I saw the muscle man holding the fire hook of the Nine Craftsmen with his left hand, the sharp hook blade was only one centimeter away from his face, and it was just one centimeter away from stabbing it, but it was stopped steadily by one of the muscle man's hands, this centimeter seemed to be the judgment of death, he might fall, but definitely not now!

"Ahh

"Although the deity woke up a little hastily this time, it was enough to deal with you!"

"Have you woken up more than once this time?"

"The dead don't have to know, they don't have to die. ”

"You're scared, you're scared of being sealed again. ”

"......" Jiujiang seemed to have a certain string in his heart plucked, and a trace of horror floated and he was in a trance.

"It seems that although you have surpassed the boundaries of human beings through alienation, your mind is not strong enough, and you will be stopped in one sentence, and you must not be deserted in battle!"

With the highest potential energy, the muscle man grabbed the air that could be seen everywhere in this world with the soles of his feet, and teleported in front of the Nine Craftsmen.

Even the thinnest gas can be used as a "pedal" by the "instantaneous step" that is fully released, and the meaning of the "instantaneous step" is to grasp everything in the distance with the soles of the feet, and burst out with an amazing instantaneous propulsion.

"Suck - Soul - Draw - Qi - Great - Dharma"

"I actually learned such a despicable exercise!", Jiujiang felt that his strength was constantly draining, and he was constantly being drained by the muscle man.

"This exercise can only be used for opponents who are not very different from their own strength, that is to say, now you, I am not afraid!"

The body of the Nine Craftsmen seemed to be frozen, allowing the muscular man to absorb the spiritual power.

Will he fall into a deep sleep again? No, absolutely not! That long wait, that loneliness is more oppressive than death!

I don't want to be sealed anymore, I want to live in this world with dignity again!

"Ahhhh , The Nine Craftsmen let out a roar that resounded through the earth, it was a kind of roar that only a beast before dying, it was the cruel murderous intent that was really ready to fight for his life, and it was also the most dangerous moment for the hunter.

First, his whole body began to tremble, and the amplitude became larger and larger, the muscular man's brows were furrowed, and the green tendons around his white eyes burst out.

Jiujiang struggled violently, the muscleman's left hand began to tremble, and suddenly Jiujiang's neck began to move, first twisting his neck with difficulty under resistance, and slowly his fingers began to move.

The muscular man began to look embarrassed, and bean-sized droplets of sweat slid down his forehead. The Nine Craftsmen roared furiously and resisted!

The muscular man desperately maintained the confinement of the Nine Craftsmen, and his breath became rapid. Jiujiang's powerful insight sees every move of the muscular man, and it's now!

Breaking free from the confinement, he suddenly arched his back, and hammered his hands towards the ground, scattering the rubble in all directions, like an angry King Kong.