Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 31 Wolf
Can the “projection” in the Tower of Transcendence speak?
Qi Ji looked at the black-robed swordsman in front of him in shock, and recalled the hint he got when he entered the tower this time.
[It is about to surpass the human level. The form of this level is different from the previous one. Please explore carefully.]
So, have the so-called differences begun to show up? The world is more vivid, the characters are more real, and they can even talk?
On the other side, seeing that Qi Ji didn't answer, the person opposite opened his mouth again.
"Including this swordsman, all 237 people in the village have been killed." The black-robed swordsman stared at Qi Ji with cold eyes, and there was a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Who are you and where are you from?"
"Who I am? Does it matter?" Qi Ji looked at the executioner in front of him who treated human life as worthless. He thought about the hell scene he saw on the way here just now, and the bloody road paved with hundreds of lives. The fingertips of the hand holding the knife were pinched white.
With a cold face, he stared at the black-robed swordsman, raised his sword and took a kneeling position, squeezing out a few words.
"I'm here to kill you!"
The black-robed swordsman grinned and suddenly drew out the embroidered spring sword at his waist: "Well, there is no need to know the identity of the dead man."
He danced with his sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Qi Ji, and said in a loud voice: "To make you understand, I am a deputy captain of the fifth rank of Jinyiwei of Daguang Dynasty——"
He raised his feet slightly, lowered his body, and raised the blade to the side of his face, assuming a stance somewhat similar to Meyer's "Bull Style" swordplay.
"Luo Lang!"
With a loud shout, the black-robed swordsman who called himself Luo Lang rushed towards Qi Ji!
clang!
The two men's blades collided in an instant, making a harsh sound of metal friction.
Luo Lang seemed to be quite confident in himself. Even though he was holding the Xiuchun Knife, which was shorter than Qi Ji's Miao Knife, he dared to rush into the range of Qi Ji's knife tip.
In other words, this is how short weapons should be used to fight long weapons.
Luo Lang seized the opportunity, holding the blade of the Xiuchun Sword with his left hand and using the Miao Sword to quickly rush within half a meter of Qi Ji.
The sharp sound of metal friction continued, and sparks flew from the friction of the blades.
With just one move, Luo Lang destroyed Qi Ji's weapon length advantage, then turned the blade and quickly slashed towards Qi Ji's throat!
Qi Ji is no longer the rookie who gets scared at the sight of a blade. Not only has he experienced a large number of bloody battles in the first two floors of the tower, but he also practices a lot with armor every day in reality.
Especially in recent days, he has had a lot of exchanges and guidance battles with Yan Qing, Zhang Zizai and even Du Xishan. The battle with Yan Qing was okay, but the biggest gain was the guidance battles with the two seventh-dan coaches. With their control of their strength and a lot of feeding, his experience in fighting the enemy and the purity of his skills have been further improved, and he has vaguely touched the threshold of being able to see through the opponent's subsequent multi-step actions.
At this moment, although he had lost the initiative, he quickly saw through Luo Lang's intention. When the opponent rushed forward and the blade had not yet approached, he had already raised his Miao Dao to block it in advance. At the same time, he kicked the opponent's stomach with his right foot.
Luo Lang on the opposite side had an arrogant smile on his face and kicked at the same time as Qi Ji in an instant.
The two kicked each other in the abdomen! They stumbled back at the same time!
Qi Ji took two steps back and stood firmly.
Luo Lang retreated even further!
He retreated five or six meters before he managed to stop. Then he coughed up a trace of blood, raised his head and looked at Qi Ji. Although his eyes were full of doubt, he maintained a smile and asked in a hoarse voice.
"This kind of divine power is not matched to your body shape. Could it be that you are the 'alien'?"
An unfamiliar term uttered from Luo Lang's mouth.
Qi Ji had no time to think or answer. He didn't have the habit of chatting about family matters while fighting a life-and-death battle with the enemy - unless he was sure that he had already won.
Although he was kicked hard by Luo Lang, it had no effect on Qi Jifei's physical fitness. He just shook his body, and immediately took advantage of the other party's injury and vomiting blood, and quickly rushed in front of Luo Lang.
He put the knife away and gathered strength at his side, then took a bow step forward, gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, and stabbed out with the Miao Dao while rotating it.
Welcome the push!
The tip of the Miao Dao cut through the air with a loud bang and instantly arrived in front of Luo Lang.
Qi Ji could even see Luo Lang’s slightly dilated pupils and - his still rampant smile!
The next moment, Miao Dao instantly pierced Luo Lang's forehead.
But——that was just a residual image in Qi Ji’s eyes!
"Since you are an alien..." A voice sounded on Qi Ji's left. He immediately raised his knife and turned around, looking in that direction in shock.
Luo Lang was standing there steadily, with a small cut on his left cheek caused by the stab just now. He raised his finger and gently wiped the wound, put the blood-stained finger to his mouth and licked it, then looked at Qi Ji with an excited smile.
"Then it's totally worth my full effort!"
After saying this, Luo Lang quickly swung his sword a few times, then bent down slightly and exerted force.
In an instant he appeared in front of Qi Ji!
Fast! Super fast! Incomparably fast!
Qi Ji looked in shock at Luo Lang who suddenly appeared , and could only rely on the instinct developed from countless life-and-death battles to immediately raise his Miao Dao to block.
clang!
There was a loud sound of weapons clashing, and Luo Lang rushed forward, using his Embroidered Spring Knife to block Qi Ji's raised Miao Knife, with a rampant smile that enlarged in front of Qi Ji's eyes.
"How about it - soon!" a hoarse voice sounded.
The next second, Luo Lang suddenly broke through Qi Ji's defense, and then launched countless attacks like a rainstorm, accompanied by his hearty and crazy laughter.
Straight chops, diagonal cuts, slashes, sweeps, stabs... Qi Ji was so horrified that he could only rely on his instincts to parry frantically, but he could hardly keep up with his opponent's movements .
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!
In just a few breaths, many streaks of blood burst out from Qi Ji's body!
"This won't work!" Qi Ji gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity and swept across to force Luo Lang back. He took several steps back, breathing heavily.
Luo Lang, who had retreated gently, stood firmly in place, with a large amount of white mist rising from his body in an instant - that was the large amount of heat emitted by the body after high-speed movement, which reacted violently with the water vapor in the air and evaporated into water vapor.
He exhaled lightly, and looked at Qi Ji with wolf-like eyes: "Yi Ren, how about my secret method!"
Qi Ji could no longer hold on and half-knelt on the ground. Blood gushed out from the wounds all over his body, instantly dyeing the snow-covered ground red.
With both hands firmly supporting the Miao Dao stuck in the ground to prevent himself from falling, Qi Ji gritted his teeth and panted heavily: "What...exactly...is...this...movement?"
Luo Lang tilted his head and smiled cruelly: "You can ask the King of Hell in the underworld, oh, by the way——"
"When you, the aliens, die, do you also go to hell?"
The hand rises—the knife falls!
Spirituality 90/100
