Chapter Seventy-Three: Sleep
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The battle in which the entire Heavenly Prayer was the battlefield exploded was actually an overwhelming unilateral suppression.
Whether it is sword qi or fist gang, no matter how many powerful and exquisite attacks the dragon god key makes, they all fall apart under Chihiro's casual punch, this is not a force to ten will break through the skill, but the peak of martial arts skills. The powerful enemy in front of him was incredibly strong, and he was well versed in martial arts, as if all the martial arts in the world were in the cage where his hands were intertwined. This kind of understanding of martial arts is not a scientific value derived from rote memorization and amazing calculation ability like the eldest brother, but the martial arts divine will cultivated in bloody battles again and again - the qi in the key body roars, the internal qi is boiling, and he has already met the enemy with all his strength, but Chihiro is still free to sway, and casually breaks a powerful killing move.
Key's body became hotter and hotter due to the surging qi, but his heart gradually became cold, what Chihiro held was definitely not the power that the earth could appear, and the heart of the strong man who had been tempered for thousands of years clearly came from a tragic battle that was enough to shock the world, even if he killed the strong people of the entire earth, he couldn't raise Chihiro's martial arts divine will!
"Your technique is like a sieve, full of loopholes, extremely clumsy. Your fighting spirit has been wavering, and there are more and more flaws, which is very naΓ―ve. The giant force descended from the sky and flew sideways, blasting the key's talisman to the ground, the martial god's qi and blood stagnated, and the body stiffened again, as if in a boundless nightmare, and Chihiro's faint sarcasm came from his ears, "Your belief is just a teenager's whimsical stupid words, very boring." Your body is already screaming at full capacity, and it's fragile. β
The Dragon God Key struggled to resist the crushing of the invisible qi machine, and couldn't even speak.
"Pathetic, you're spoiled. Chihiro sighed softly, "The realm of the Martial God is nothing to you, but the real Martial God Realm does not come from cultivation. Do you know that the elder brother used the peak body of a mortal to control the way of balance, once drove a wooden boat into the ocean with a wooden oar, and fought in the stormy waves for three days and three nights without relying on any scientific and technological means or with the assistance of any external force, and finally realized the seamless handover of computing power and body control? Otherwise, how do you think he can be invincible under the martial god with a mortal body? Your vision is too small, and you have not experienced any life-and-death battles, so you are too tender. β
The key swept a leg, and Chihiro slammed into his knee with a kick, kicking him to the ground.
"It's a bit interesting to grasp the timing of that move just now, but a castle in the air is a castle in the sky, you have a talent that is unparalleled in the world, but you ruined it. Chihiro didn't pursue and sneered, "If my brother has your qualifications, I'm afraid even Gaia can kill him." β
The dragon god key was silent, his body suddenly rushed forward, jumped and kneeled, Chihiro flashed sideways, his left hand flicked lightly on the knee, and the little martial god was pulled to the center of gravity, and his right hand immediately lightning attacked, a fierce elbow hit him in the back of the heart, smashing the key to the ground, hitting the earth and gravel splashing, and the cracked lines spread out layer by layer like a spider web. Chihiro didn't stop this time, and flew up directly, kicking the dragon god key dozens of meters away.
The key quickly turned over in the air, hooked his five fingers, buckled on the ground, dragged five or seven meters, and dragged out five deep grooves on the hard stone bricks, finally stopped the decline, regained his breath, Chihiro floated like a ghost, raised a kick, hit his head, and stepped his whole person into the ground.
What can this half-determination and will do? The reason why you have boring and childish fantasies about the future and the world is because you have not really understood what you are facing. Chihiro stubbornly suppressed the struggles of the key, and said indifferently, "You can feel it well......"
"Feel it, the real strength is not what you said, although your own strength is limited, but you can defeat a strong enemy by side with your partners, so that everyone can live. That naΓ―ve idea was wrong from the beginning, what do you think those things are worth when the race lives and dies? In the desperate struggle between life and death, it is not love and fetters that perpetuate hope, but courage and strategy, iron and blood, renunciation and sacrifice. β
The boundless darkness began to swallow a qiΔ, and in the dead and cold world, gray and white were the only hues, like a ghost.
Chihiro's voice seemed to come from heaven.
"The real strength is that after the friends who fought side by side have died, with guilt and commitment to the deceased, still continue to move forward with a decisive attitude, constantly losing a qiΔ, until numbness, holding on to the last bit of light, clenching hard, biting, struggling, supporting, protecting, never letting go, even if there is only one person left, hold on!"
The power to suppress himself disappeared, and the right hand of the key turned over and stood up, and what he saw was no longer the familiar Tianqi school scene, but a gray world. The pale earth, the rolling gray of the sky, and the white mist that diffuses. The Martial God's eyesight is amazing, but he can't see through the things in the white mist, and he sighs in a low tone in the wind, like crying, hating, sad, nostalgic, and sad.
Over here...... Is it an inherent enchantment?
No, perhaps more advanced, enough to be called a realm, comparable to a half-plane being.
Is this the embodiment of Chihiro's mental storm?
There were hues of despair, not even sunlight, grey clouds surging in the sky, and the Kuroshio rolling around.
For no reason, the key nose was sore, and I almost fell into tears.
He was a little surprised, and slowly calmed down, is it the power of the heart storm that majors in soul power? It can even make him, a martial god, almost lose his mind, if it is an ordinary person or a martial artist with a slightly weaker state of mind, I am afraid that he will be directly defeated by this desperate emotion...... He moved slowly and vigilantly, clearing the white mist in front of him and searching for Chihiro's traces.
What is it?
The white mist dissipated in front of him, revealing a white object, like a small stone monument, standing alone on the pale ground. The key slowly squatted down, the stele was glorious, I don't know what material it was, and there was no handwriting engraved on it, I don't know who this is for, what is the meaning, what it means, but the stele was blown by the wind, and there was a whining sound, like a mournful roar.
The key hesitated for a moment, and slowly reached out.
The moment the fingertips touched the tablet, the unfamiliar picture suddenly exploded in my mind.
It was a quiet and elegant ward, the white old lady was lying on the bed, her eyes were sometimes gentle, sometimes confused, pursed her shriveled lips, and said softly: "Sure enough, I still can't remember...... My eldest son, gone, but I know he's a hero and I am proud. But my husband is gone, and I can't remember what he looked like. I obviously have a husband, but why can't I remember him? No one else can remember what my husband looked like, no one can remember it, only you remember, but no matter how I describe it, I still can't remember it. Is that a great hero, a good father, a good husband, and such a man who sacrificed for mankind my husband? Why is such a good man not angry at me all day long, and do I owe him a lot?"
She gasped twice and smiled bitterly, "Ah, isn't it okay anymore?" sorry...... I wanted to try to live a few more days, but all these years I always thought about them, I thought about them, I couldn't think of them, I wanted to see them, would I really see them after I died? The most worrying thing is you, I know you have a hard time, I'm gone, and no one will talk to you, but I still hope that you can live, live happily, with the three of us, in fact, save mankind or something, it doesn't hurt if you don't do it, our family has never owed anyone, and my mother doesn't understand any righteousness and mission, I'm a selfish woman, in the end, I just hope that my son can live well......"
"Do you blame your mother, I've always hurt your eldest brother a little more over the years......"
"Alas...... When my son grows up, he always doesn't want to listen to his mother's nagging, I know you have your own ideas, but don't be tired of yourself, okay? After I die, who will nag you? Can't let go......
In the unfamiliar memory, he held the wrinkled hand of the old woman.
Although there are wrinkles between the eyebrows and eyes, you can vaguely glimpse the elegance of the old woman's youth from the old face.
But those eyes don't lie.
A gentle gaze that only one person can have.
In my memory, the old woman finished the last sentence of her life and closed her eyes with a smile.
She said, "Mom will sleep for a while......
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