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Chapter 776: How did Green win?

Holding his breath and concentrating, the moment Feng Xue moved, time slowed down spontaneously. Even in such a field of vision, the movements of the Child of Eden, who was painted by a man and a woman, were not slow at all. The seven swords of different styles moved in a dazzling way.

It was not the claw knife grip of holding multiple swords in one hand, nor was it the Aragami-style sword of a certain ninja whose main job was rap and whose side job was jinchūriki. Instead, it was a high-speed combat method like a clown throwing a flying knife, letting seven swords fly in the air at the same time and constantly switching weapons with extremely high hand speed.

This kind of swordsmanship is essentially a fancy way of bullying weak opponents. Although it seems that the switching behavior of drawing and sheathing the sword is omitted, as long as there is an opponent with comparable eyesight or speed, even if the two levels are not similar, one or two of the swords can be easily taken away.

Of course, maybe missing one or two swords will not affect the combat effectiveness, but if that is the case, it is better not to bring so many in the beginning.

But when the opponent was the Son of Eden, or even something else that was somewhat similar, Feng Xue had to be alert. He spliced ​​and extended an arm, equipped with the [Feng Xing] technique that could bypass the perception of the Qingyun Third Generation, and while his main body was parrying the seven swords, he poked out from the blind spot.

Although his moves were fancy, this fellow who was talking about women was actually very average with his swordsmanship. Feng Xue was even able to easily block all of his opponent's attacks with just one sword. But what concerned him was that, even though they had already exchanged more than a dozen moves, the ability to neutralize the attacks that he had previously possessed did not appear.

"Could it be aimed at the roundabouts? But wasn't the solution used by that person before more simple and direct?"

Feng Xue was surprised, but his monologue did not slow down at all. In fact, he had slowly recovered his breathing and exited the bullet time state. However, the seven swordsmen who were constantly switching could not break through his sword siege at all.

"Is that all?" Feng Xue muttered secretly in his heart, and his monologue suddenly rose up, swinging a thick beheading sword. Although the opponent regained control of the unbalanced heavy sword almost instantly, the wide-open middle door had already emerged.

As Feng Xue drew his sword to strike, he suddenly felt a sense of disobedience. His intuition gave no warning, and his perception did not show any abnormality. If he had to say anything special, it was that this man had no intention of dodging at all. Instead, he took advantage of Feng Xue's sword-swinging movement to grab a heavy sword at his side that was long enough to be used as a spear, as if he was going to die together with Feng Xue.

It was at the moment when Feng Xue had this thought that the monologue, which was originally moving forward, felt that it had received just the right amount of force, perfectly neutralizing the full power of Feng Xue's attack.

The previous long-range attack was not obvious, but when it came into direct contact this time, he felt it was neither too much nor too little, as if he was afraid that if he exerted a little more force, the sword would rebound and it was a precise counterattack.

However, Feng Xue had naturally anticipated the failure of this attack. At this moment, the spliced ​​wrist he had released earlier had already grabbed the other six weapons, but Feng Xue suddenly pulled the sword back, wanting to see if there would be enough force to pull it in the opposite direction.

At the moment when the splicing came into contact with the weapon, the body created by Feng Xue's imagination suddenly collapsed, and the sword that Feng Xue withdrew was not blocked at all.

The fact that both of Feng Xue's attempts ended in failure did not change the emotion of the guy who painted the man saying the woman. He just continued to push the spear-like heavy sword forward. Feng Xue's body immediately turned into air flow, but the blow, which clearly did not hit the target, made Feng Xue's head buzz.

"What a treasure! What a treasure! I must take this sword! Not only this one, but all of them will be mine!"

Uncontrollable greed rose in his heart, almost making him pounce on the spear uncontrollably.

But Feng Xue had seen the world after all. As someone who had to pay his dues (san value) every night, mental erosion was no problem at all. The golden elixir in his mind emitted light, and the external demons were instantly cleansed out. However, the strong man who painted a man and a woman did not stop there. The seven weapons kept alternating and launched a mental attack on Feng Xue.

Feng Xue established [rules], planted [ink marks], released [revolving], and created [ripples], but no matter what kind of attack it was, it would be completely neutralized the moment it was about to hit.

Fortunately, Feng Xue's skills in all aspects were top-notch. Although he was at a disadvantage in terms of mechanics, he did not suffer any substantial damage. Feng Xue was in no hurry to end the battle. At this moment, he was like playing a puzzle game, unraveling the mystery bit by bit, and looking forward to the moment when the answer was revealed.

"Attacks ignore dodges and defenses, and defense can directly neutralize damage. What kind of cheat is this? If this is the power possessed by the Child of Eden, how can Captain Green be so worthy... Wait! Could it be that King Huang, or Green's Dionysus, has some special ability that can bypass this restriction?"

It must be said that the Creator's brain reacted quickly. He immediately realized some blind spots and immediately developed an ideal country in his mind.

Different from Juzhan's fighting style of materializing the utopia as a battlefield, in Feng Xue's battle, the utopia is more of a cognitive blessing. Through the spider-web-like rules of the masquerade, he can extract the thinking template belonging to the "weak", and use this as a benchmark to give himself all kinds of results that the "strong" alone cannot have.

such as……

Time stops!

On the vast land of the masquerade, golden raindrops suddenly fell, but in an instant, they stopped in the air like pearls.

The thoughts of "time stopped" were collected by the rules and summarized in Feng Xue's consciousness, briefly overcoming his own understanding that "it can only be accelerated to the limit but can never be achieved", making the time in his subjective consciousness completely solidified.

"Hunt, White Wolf!"

In the solidified time and space, Feng Xue did not make any unnecessary movements. With just a thought, the wild hunting wolf soul attached itself to his body, transforming into a white fur cloak, exuding madness and murderous intent.

"The first attempt is to assume that Grimm's architecture can severely damage the Child of Eden because of Ilvya's hatred for the Child of Eden."

With such thoughts in his mind, the wolfskin cloak on Feng Xue's body seemed to be burning. The [Revenge] of the Wild Hunting Wolf Soul merged with the power that the Gray Wolf King had given it before, brewing a tremendous hatred for the Xilize people.

Feng Xue slowly thrust out the sword, and the solidified time continued to tear his body apart, but was forcibly fixed by the splicing.

But even this sword, which was theoretically impossible to block, suddenly stopped before it hit the enemy who was painting the man and talking about the woman.

It was not that he had used up all his strength, it was just that Feng Xue felt that there was an identical force that neutralized the attack.

"So, it's not hatred, and considering the power of the other party's seven swords, it shouldn't be a sanity pollution..."

Seeing that the time of the time stop was about to pass, Feng Xue's perception continued to scan the enemy's body. Suddenly, he frowned, and a detail that seemed insignificant, but was so conspicuous that he could not ignore it at this moment, came into his eyes -

There was dust on the other person's feet!

(End of this chapter)