Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 480 My Existence
At the critical moment, Mr. Liang was unusually sober.

It's nothing, it doesn't matter, it's just that the martial arts primordial spirit spontaneously warned me, and the martial artist's spiritual sense thought that I was going to die.

How old is Lingjue?It can understand a fart!

Maybe ordinary martial artists believe in spiritual feedback, but we comedian martial artists have always looked at problems with a dialectical perspective.

After all, there is not much difference between martial artist's spiritual sense and eyelid twitching.

The left eye jumps for money, humming, I would rather believe it.

Right eye jump disaster?That's fucking feudal superstition!
In short, feudal superstition is not advisable, don't panic, calm down and find the cause of your death first!

While Liang De was doing a comprehensive scan of the body and spirit, he used his internal energy tentacles to hook the master and apprentice next to him and pull them down.

Can only go down.

This sewer is too narrow for the battlefield of the two white robbers, and there are dense pipelines here, and the municipal road is a few meters up. Not only is it easy to damage public facilities, but it may also cause traffic congestion and affect the normal life of the general public. travel.

Mr. Liang, a high-quality human being, considered various situations comprehensively and decided to open up a new battlefield suitable for himself.

It is impossible to dig directly. It is not a wise move to create a huge hole under the city. He chose to find another way to dig out the gap between the virtual and the real.

It just so happened that Mi Xiang violated the rules by operating the transgressive gate and disrupted the order of the surrounding space. The invisible barrier between reality and reality was particularly weak at this time.

Liang De quickly made a dozen holes the size of a truck head on the barrier, and then violently poured the stock of Wu De's breath soil into the gap between reality and reality, creating a continuously growing area beside the river of light. dark swamp.

There is an old saying that when fighting in a place similar to your hometown, you will be calmer.

Seeing this vast black land, although the cause of death is still unclear, Mr. Liang, who is outside the customs, is still relieved.

The most important thing is that he has not suffered a fatal blow after the spiritual warning. If he is going to die, it is estimated that he will die slowly at most.

Chronic death... Isn't that similar to a sub-healthy state, people, living is dying, what is there to be afraid of!

"Shoot it down!"

Liang De let out a roar full of courage, and immediately led the two of them into the gap between reality and reality.

The black mud that filled the sewer also receded like a tide, quickly shrank into the other side of the hole, and merged with him into Wu De's swamp.

after a few seconds.

Hey, why hasn't she caught up yet?

According to the feedback information from the spiritual sense, this person's physical potential is extremely strong, and the strength of his soul is not bad. Just now, my movements were only averagely fast, so there is no reason why I can't keep up with my rhythm.

Ranged attack player?It's not right, after distanced from her, the sense of crisis has not increased.

Is it possible to be far and near?Impossible, everyone is a subordinate of Baijie, besides an unreasonable existence like the elder sister, who else can kill me regardless of distance?
I'm not a stupid roe deer, am I that easy to kill?
Liang De looked at the sewer in the real world. The woman in hospital gown stretched out her hand and pressed the roller of the flow rate regulator twice, and the blood that had been pumped out was sucked back by the needle.

She waved the infusion hose in her hand like a cowboy flicking a lasso, the needle was shining coldly, and pierced straight behind the barrier with a sharp wind sound.

The infinitely elongated transparent hose was overtaken by the surging blood during the flight, like a fuse burned by the dark red flame, leading the spark to the source of destruction.

The volume of the death warning in Liang De's heart was raised again, and he mustered all his energy to prepare for a decisive battle, but he saw——

"Puff."

The needle hose trembled when it flew to the edge of the swamp, sagging weakly, and plunged crookedly into the dark woodland soil.

Blood transfusions continued.

Liang De immediately severed the connection between the soul and the black soil. In his opinion, it is impossible to kill him at the physical level, and it will only be an attack method at the level of the soul or even the level of consciousness.

"Why is she so persistent in wanting to transfuse me with blood? Does she have hepatitis B?"

"The fatality rate of hepatitis B is not high, only one in 3000 million, it should be Ebola or..."

"Is this a joke? Should I be laughing? Brother Xian, I said hepatitis B is just to throw bricks and attract jade. As a partner, can you give me some constructive advice?"

"Old Liang, can't you take the initiative to attack and smash her? The reputation of compound eyes is worse than that of our Thunder Bluff. Basically, everyone gets them and kills them. What are you hesitating about? She is just ordinary and beautiful, and she also has a mummy melted."

"She's not human."

"Huh? You can't do it if you're not a human being. You, Old Liang, don't look very human either."

"Isn't it human... You're right. Strictly speaking, I might be more like her."

"What do you mean, you are also a beautiful girl?"

Liang De shook his head:

"Ordinary people, or ordinary creatures, usually have a body and a soul. As long as you find the right target and beat him to death, you won't be afraid of him resurrecting in place and making a comeback.

"But extraordinary creatures are different. We have long deviated from the original state of a single soul, and the direction of deviation is different. Almost everyone is a brand new species. Many times, we don't know how to describe ourselves. The presence.

"The person with the compound eyes on the opposite side didn't know why he didn't have any defense against the martial artist's spiritual sense. After I glanced at her, I was very sure that she standing there, like me standing here, is just a living body."

He wrapped the superimposed savior master and apprentice in mud and stuffed them deep into the swamp, and continued:

"The two people you see now, a man and a woman facing each other across the air, are just the Kanban that she and I use to represent ourselves, a visual image, a tool for communicating with the outside world, this is not us, we are not here .

"How we exist, only we know.

"Unlike most of the enemies I have fought against in the past, she is neither a human being nor a Primordial Spirit Warrior. I don't understand her way of existence, I don't know how to destroy her, and she...I believe she also failed to know me The whole picture, but my spiritual sense and martial arts primordial spirit are spontaneously warning, obviously, she has a means to destroy me.

"I've fallen into a disadvantage in this battle, and it's useless to pounce on it. What I can do now is to wait and see what happens, and see what happens."

"It's all like this, are you still talking to me? I thought..."

"I've already made all the preparations, and I'm still idle, why don't I chat with you."

"Everything is ready? Is there a last word?"

"I'm sorry, I've never prepared for what you said."

Liang De suddenly closed his mouth, and in the distance, on the edge of the black swamp, the Wu De's breath soil soaked in by dark red blood gradually faded, turning into puddles of translucent liquid and disappearing out of thin air.

On the real side, the face of the rice elephant who donated blood to become a mummy flushed, and her haggard body became plump and moist again, as if a new vitality had been injected into it. At the same time, fresh blood was drawn from her body and poured into the Between reality and fiction.

Seeing this scene, Liang De unconsciously tensed up.

My creation, a part of me, eaten by her?

　Good night('')

　　
　
(End of this chapter)