"It's been a long time. ”

He Luo walked in the rain, tilted his head and stared at the young man not far away, and gestured slightly with one arm on his waist: "Last time, when I planted the lost soul on you, you were only so big. ”

"Wait a minute, what did you say?"

Huai Shi raised her hand, took off the right earphone, and looked at him suspiciously.

It's as if I didn't hear it.

Unmoved.

"It's okay, I probably forgot. ”

He Luo strolled leisurely, uncharacteristically talking, "It's actually a good thing if you can't remember clearly, after all, your parents were actually killed by me." ”

He paused, tilted his head and recalled: "You may be a little embarrassed to say it, and you are still begging for mercy until you die, which is really a bit unusual." ”

Unexpectedly, the young man was still calm, and even bowed slightly.

I actually agree with that. "After all, they didn't have any good role models since they were kids." ”

A trace of astonishment flashed in He Luo's eyes, and his footsteps stopped slightly for a moment.

"I know you're trying hard to me off, but unfortunately, the last thing I need right now is to be calm. ”

Huai Shi pointed to his head and said softly: "So, there's no need to play those little tricks anymore, just tell me-"

The ornate sacrificial knife collided with the invisible axe in the air, bursting with sparks, illuminating the grim face as iron:

"—how do you want to die?"

The wind and rain are coming!

The heavy rain curtain was cut in the slash of the sacrificial knife, and the weight of Huai Shi seemed to disappear, blending into the wind, and in an instant, it was already close at hand, and the knife and axe in his hand slashed towards his face.

Steel collides, sparks fly.

The two staggered, but Huaishi's footsteps suddenly paused, shoveled up a splash from the water, turned around, and with the power of the whirlwind, pressed his weight on the blade, and slashed obliquely!

Then, the wind howled, and the long, scaly tail pierced out from under Ho Luo's trench coat, and the sharp tail burrowed into his throat like a nail, and finally flew past his neck. He Luo's right arm at the shoulder armor suddenly reversed three hundred and sixty degrees, as if there was no joint, and then the blade on the other arm slashed down.

Huai Shi tried to dodge, but the corners of his eyes jumped wildly, the cold spread, and he suddenly leaned back.

Immediately afterward, he saw a huge bullet hole in He Luo's windbreaker.

The shotgun in both hands held upside down in front of him was already aimed at where he had been through the trench coat, pulling the trigger.

Iron rain roared out.

Immediately after, there was an extra scar on He Luo's long tail.

The bones were visible, and the flesh rolled open to the sides.

From the tumbling on the ground, Huai Shi opened his hand, and the invisible axe that flew out resurfaced in his hand, and the edge of essentia was stained with green blood.

Just like the blood oozing from the scar on his neck.

It's poison.

Wisps of blue-black began to spread from the blood vessels in the neck, and along with the blood, they slowly extended to the face, leaving a hideous spider web-like pattern.

The winner is decided.

"Why don't you use that trick last time?" He Luo turned around slowly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have lost so quickly." ”

Feeling the slight dizziness in her brain, Huai Shi raised the blade of the knife and took a look at her face, and suddenly bowed her head.

"Is it poison?"

He licked it with poisonous blood, clicked his lips, nodded and said, "It tastes okay." ”

Fit it again!

It's incredibly fast, even above the top speed just now!

In a daze, He Luo tried to retreat, but the blade was already close in front of him.

After seeing the evil sect of this knife, He Luo didn't dare to let it scratch himself, and the scimitars in his two hands were erected, trying to block the blow, but knowing the moment the blades collided, he realized how outrageous his thoughts were.

The unexpectedly huge force erupted from the blade, and the middle palace went straight in, like a bamboo!

Is this a knife or an axe?

With one hand, he raised his shotgun to try to aim, while with the other he tugged at the protective curtain of poisonous rain and pounced on Huaishi. But before the barrel of the shotgun could be raised, it was grasped tightly by a cold hand and jammed.

Huai Shi rushed forward, ignoring the poisonous rain that came to his face as if he were nothing.

Speed, explode again!

Speed up again!

In the wailing of broken scales, He Luo roared angrily, and his long tail swept away, finally forcing Huai Shi away, but a deep crack was carved out of his chest by the sacrificial knife, and a huge crack appeared on the bones that were as solid as steel.

The brutal scars withered in an instant, shriveled into a stiff charcoal-like substance.

When you touch it slightly, the powder will fall off.

Immediately after, the heart poison attached to the blade suddenly erupted, and along with the pain caused by the blade, the double impact of body and soul suddenly erupted, causing Naga to let out a terrible roar and wave the weapon in his hand indiscriminately, intending to force back the evil demon that was eyeing not far away.

The poison is working, yes!

He was absolutely sure of this: no matter how strong his resistance was, he must be injected with the serum immediately after being infected by the Naga's poison, otherwise he would die.

No, that dead imp should be dying by now!

But now, the young man, who had been so amused in his blood like a demon, was approaching, the blades in his hands colliding and rubbing against each other, and the screeching sound of the sparks that burst out.

On his face, which was so calm that it could be called hollow, finally showed a smile.

"Do you miss the last time you atomized the ashes?"

The young young voice, who should have been so weak that he couldn't move, sighed, "But it's a pity that I ate the stock just now, and there is nothing left, so you should come early." ”

As he spoke, he licked the corners of his mouth.

Then, the axe struck!

He Luo roared, trying his best to get rid of the severe pain caused by the heart poison, and regained his strength, the huge body slammed out towards Huai Shi, and the scimitar in the four arms slashed, almost chopping the isolation pier on the ground into pieces.

But he couldn't kill the wandering ghost.

It's not just the speed, when Huai Shi swung the knife, the power exploded again, almost making him unable to grasp the scimitar in his hand, and his five fingers were numb.

The stigma that surpassed the two levels of Huai Shi did not bring strength to crush, but seemed to be evenly matched, and was even suppressed by the breathtaking sword skills in the hands of the young man.

Whether it's a perfect fighting technique or a dagger fight that reaches the pinnacle of ordinary people's imagination.

Even that elusive axe!

It wasn't until now that he found out where the ashes that Huai Shi used to act as smoke bombs had gone.

Right in front of his eyes, countless atomized ashes rose from Huaishi's body, dancing like flames, engulfing the boy in it.

It was as if even he had been kindled with the fire of despair.

The essentia that had been transformed into material crystallization was now returned to essentia again, merging into his soul.

Together with endless pain and death!

At that moment, He Luo finally understood: not everyone will be helpless when they are dying.

Some people...... The closer you are to death, the stronger you are!

In his momentary trance, a thunderous roar burst out from the boy's body, and Huai Shi moved forward, shaking the huge power of Naga, even if the skin on his arm cracked inch by inch.

But behind the shattered skin, the fire of ashes wrapped around the texture burned more and more wildly.

When the pain of thousands of people gathers in one place, it also brings the anger of thousands of people.

Essentia fluctuations beyond the limits of ordinary sublimators burst out in his body with tidal reverberations, and Huai Shi stepped forward, slashing with his axe.

He Luo's left hand was empty, and the scimitar full of cracks completely fell apart.

Immediately afterward, he lost the trace of the young man in front of him, and a sharp pain hit his back. The sacrificial knife attached to the invisible axe had severed the arm holding the shotgun.

Poisonous blood flowed, but it couldn't hide the young man's red eyes.

It is like a fire in a furnace that reaches its limit, and it cannot be extinguished even if it pours out the torrential rain of this world.

Radiance fanaticism.

"It's done. ”

After the torrential rain, the crow standing on top of the tall building whispered: "Only by being hurt can we not be afraid of pain, and only by knowing death can we control despair."

In this way, the miracle of the Abyss is forged, and your stigmata does not come from the furnace and fire, but from your body and soul.

Only the last key is missing, Huai Shi ......"

With Naga's shrill roar, the longtail flew into the sky, whirling, landing on the ground, writhing and twitching. But this time, the pain of the heart was resisted.

Naga turned abruptly, and the behemoth brought up a cloud of rain, revealing his soul power again, and the empty sea descended, enveloping the entire body.

The air became viscous like seawater, and it was difficult to break free.

Naga, on the other hand, soared deftly and freely in this sea of air, and suddenly stretched out his hand to Huai Shi.

It's too close.

It's so close.

Huai Shi couldn't dodge it, and felt that her shoulder was stuck by the iron tongs.

Immediately after, the three remaining arms came together like iron hoops, and after blocking all his dodge ranges despite the blades and axes that Huai Shi had slashed at his body, he was completely captured.

The terrifying tendon that belongs to the alien beast level exploded, shrinking inch by inch.

He wants to completely crush Huai Shi in his arms.

You can almost hear the wail of Huaishi's broken bones.

But then, he felt a sudden sharp pain in the scar on his ribs cut by the sacrificial knife, pierced by the palm of a hand, and his five fingers turned over his internal organs, suddenly contracting.

Then, between those five fingers, the invisible axe reunited, and a torrent of heart poison erupted from the inside out.

The pain overlapped in one place, and together with death, it erupted a thousand times over, forming a roar that the soul could not bear.

His arm loosened a line, and he was freed by Huaishi.

He Luo gritted his teeth, roared, and casually ripped off his trench coat, wrapped it around the scar on his chest, and spread out his three arms, soaring in the empty sea.

Pull oneself together!

For Stigmata who have reached the second stage, they already have the terrifying vitality of some legendary creatures. It's as if the eagle could still escape under the fire of sniper rifles and automatic rifles.

Broke an arm and lost a tail.

Although it was a heavy blow to him, it was not to the extent that he could not move.

And Huai Shi is already at the end of the strong crossbow, as long as he adds a force, he can crush it with decay.

Then, he saw it, and Huai Shi quickly retreated.

With a smile on his face.

With that, he raised his blood-stained left hand towards him.

And the little ring that swirls around your index finger.

The ring also has a slender latch on it, as if it was pulled out of nowhere.

At the last moment, He Luo lowered his head in amazement, looked at the wound, and through the severe pain, he finally felt the iron that was stuffed there, and the terrifying temperature that it was about to burst out.

Rumble!

Poisonous blood erupted along with the flames and internal organs, spreading in all directions, like dark green sparks that opened in the air. In an instant, it melted into the rain again.

All that remained was the severed limbs falling from the sky.

Even though the entire upper and lower parts of his body had been blown off, Naga's steel-like bones still hadn't broken apart...... He Luo's body fell from the sky and smashed into the burned basket.

Despite the loss of most of his body and all his arms, and the incredulous incredulity of his internal organs, it is unbelievable that he is still alive.

On one’s last legs.

Under the washing of the torrential rain, the remaining one-eyed man turned with difficulty, unable to stop the passing life.

Until now, Huai Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately fell to her knees on the ground, almost fainting.

The essentia fire was completely extinguished, and he gasped wearily, feeling the intense pain in his limbs and shell, and his eyes were darkened, and his ears seemed to have bees chirping.

But he never lost consciousness.

Even though I was tired and wanted to die.

In the torrential rain, he staggered forward, trampled on the turbulent water on the ground, and finally, came to He Luodi, looking down at the hideous hole in the ground.

I don't know why, but I suddenly laughed.

Because I remembered a joke and wanted to tell it to him.

"Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter who went to the mountains to cut wood. ”

The boy said abruptly: "When crossing the bridge, his axe accidentally fell into the river. But this is his only axe, and he is very sad, and he cries, and cries, just like you.

At this time, the river god appeared from the river and kindly asked him......"

Huai Shi raised the sacrificial knife and the invisible axe in both hands, placed it on his shoulder, and asked along with the river god:

"—Did you drop this gold axe, or did you drop the silver axe?

Naga's eyes widened, and her lips opened and closed with all her might, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Yes, the woodcutter said the same as you said. ”

In the silence, Huai Shi bowed his head approvingly: "Then, the river god said: You are really an honest and good boy, give you both axes!"

So, the swords and axes staggered around Naga's neck.

In a near-roaring roar of steel, the last of the poisonous blood spilled out to the sides.

A scaly skull rolled to the ground, and there was no more sound.

This is how the story ends.

Fuck the river god, fuck the golden axe, fuck the silver axe, fuck the woodcutter...... Fuck everything!

Those old stories are too long.

It's time to wrap it up.

In the present day.

Huai Shi turned around, crossed the dead viaduct, and walked towards the end of this story in the torrential rain.

Walk to the last survivor.

Then, he opened the door and smiled at the old man in the car.

"Mr. Qi, I've kept you waiting. ”