Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

“…Ah…ah…isn’t this…awakening…?”

Suddenly, unclear and muffled human voices were heard.

Fang Bailu turned his head:

I don’t know when...

On the tattered remains of the Night Owl, the red belly and pale tendons extended from the broken ends, entwined with each other.

boom!

The severed hand, with newly grown flesh and bones, broke through the ceiling and tore down a slimy corpse from the gap between the first and second floors. The corpse's head had been smashed, like a half-eaten watermelon. The waist knife and the accompanying firearm told Fang Bailu that this was one of the horse thieves who were having sex upstairs.

The pink gums rose from the center of the torso, topped by snow-white teeth without lips covering them - the half-human-wide mouth held the corpse and began to chew vigorously.

Snapped!Snapped!

In the center of Night Owl's chest, where the nipples were, there was a sudden tear, and two mouths facing each other appeared.

They opened their eyes suddenly, and huge eyeballs bulged out from among the densely packed fine teeth, spinning around.

The muscles trembled, as if simulating vocal cords:

"Xiao Fang... come... continue... "

"Try... the way to immortality taught by the immortal..."

Chapter 155: Fanaticism (Part )

Clap!

Fang Bailu shielded his face with his arms and crashed into the glass pane of Yizhitang. The debris cut cracks on his windbreaker.

He raised his left hand—

The index finger shot out and entangled the protruding steel bars outside the Yizhitang; with the momentum of the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot and the hooked fulcrum, Fang Bailu made a semicircle in the air.

boom!

The long, bright red tongue rushed out from the concrete wall and swept across the long hem of the windbreaker; the strong wind it brought made it rustle. If it weren't for the huge mouth at the end of the tail, Fang Bailu would have found it difficult to identify this waist-thick, muscular piece of meat as a "tongue".

It is more like an anaconda or python stripped of its skin and scales.

The tongue was like a long whip used by a giant, tearing the walls of Yizhitang.

This kind of violent extension of the limbs exceeded Fang Bailu's previous superficial knowledge of biochemistry.

Among all the products he had seen, there was no natural or artificial organ or tissue that had such conversion efficiency.

"The way to immortality... the flesh of an immortal? This is the flesh of an immortal! Is it the tongue? Or the lips and teeth?"

"No wonder Night Owl was not affected by the video broadcast. He has something similar in his hand."

Fang Bailu loosened the grip, and the spool at the base of his palm quickly rolled back his left index finger. He spun in midair, and the neon lights in the distance illuminated his body in a variety of colors, like a shining wheel of lights.

The phone followed him like a shadow, right under his feet - when it was parallel to the ground, he bent his taut knees and pushed out.

Like a cannonball, Fang Bailu flew into the second floor of Yizhi Hall:

Night Owl is an expert in fighting... Even though his fighting style has almost completely changed now, he used to value flexibility, so he must have brought that thing with him!

The magic weapon! He must have brought that magic weapon! Without it, the modular flesh and blood bag alone is not enough to play the role of a descending god!

"'Qi Ding'."

Additive manufacturing, or 3D printing... the more popular name now is instant refining.

No need to spend money to buy the company's printing time, just subscribe to Qiding monthly -

As long as you use it to refine the design drawings brought by the descending gods' consciousness, you can use the protective treasures of those gods...

"Where? Where?"

The second floor of the drugstore was a different scene: the remaining horse thieves were either fighting each other or having fun together, and the white paint on the walls was covered with bloodstains in the shapes of hands, profiles, and torsos.

A long-haired young man turned his head, and the tears from the corners of his eyes left two long marks on his face covered with dust and blood. He raised his naked hips and continued to attack a dead body embedded in the wall.

Fang Bailu rushed through the dazed and intoxicated crowd, and the violent movement around him caused blood and brain matter to splatter on his body.

“Haha…haha…hahahaha!”

The laughter downstairs was deafening and much clearer than just now.

Fang Bailu grinned but tried hard not to make any sound: if he didn't want to expose his position at this moment, he would have laughed out loud.

Wonderful! Wonderful!

Not everyone can encounter such bizarre adventures, and not everyone has enemies that are beyond their daily imagination.

Adrenaline rushed through Fang Bailu's limbs and bones like a rushing river - he didn't need a syringe to strengthen his mind, he was already intoxicated by the battle.

Ridiculous! I was so ridiculous for living in seclusion in the past!

Interestingly, although both are fragments of the immortal's flesh, Night Owl does not have the same weird cognitive attraction as "Knuckles" and "Zombies":

There is no lower body that is as hot and hard as an iron rod, nor is there hunger that makes stomach acid almost burst out of the nostrils.

"Ah! No, no... My cognition has also been affected..."

Fang Bailu was shocked to find that he was completely different from the person he was before the conversation.

An incomparable desire to fight and struggle was surging in his heart, even more intense than the physiological impulse that first emerged when he was more than ten years old:

The only thing that can be compared to it is the pure playfulness of childhood.

But the "measure" was just right: Fang Bailu felt happy and delighted about the blood and brain matter on his body, but it did not disrupt his tactical thinking at all.

He felt that he had "resonance".

Night Owl's talk about the madman's dream went deeper into Bai Lu's heart than any warning he had ever heard or any self-realization he had in the dead of night.

"Really? I was touched by his words and fell for them... Is this the eloquence of an immortal?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Fang Bailu couldn't bear it any longer, and saliva and laughter spurted out of his throat.

Great! This is comparable to the best "Cognitive Gu" and "Confession Gu"!

"Master Xiao! Here!"

Fang Bailu put his palms together in front of his face to make a trumpet, and roared at the top of his lungs to remind his playmates of his location.

"receive!"

With a rough roar, pieces of cement and steel bars shot up into the sky. The scarlet tongue cut through the waves like a shark's long fin, stirring up piles of dust and flying stones along the wandering route.

"Come on!"

Fang Bailu yelled, knelt on one knee, and pushed the selfie stick diagonally into the ground.

boom!

A grid-like rectangular blood line appeared on the surface of the tongue, which was as big as an adult's. It then scattered and fell off, returning to deathly silence.

The phone hit back into the groove of the scabbard, causing Fang Bailu's arm, which was tightly holding the selfie stick, to tremble; the wind carrying dust and blood hung on his face, covering his eyes with a red filter.

The blood turned into water vapor that rose up from the fuselage and did not dissipate.

Fang Bailu waved his left hand——

The dart transformed from the index finger hooked the shoulder of a horse thief who was immersed in bliss, and pulled him from the pile of people to Fang Bailu's side.

Before this, the horse thief was convulsing and stabbing his accomplice's back with his waist knife.

"Help me, thank you."

The silk thread suddenly tightened, and a dark red fountain shot out from the artery of the horse thief's severed arm, spraying onto the mobile phone that was almost burning.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The horse thief let out a dull howl.

呲!

Human blood at about 37 degrees Celsius turned into foam and steam on the phone screen, making a sizzling sound.

Fang Bailu shook off the twitching horse thief and swept his index finger across the barely “cooled” screen again—

Half of the ground and the huge gums that protruded from it suddenly disintegrated and shattered, dividing into cubes with a side length of 49 centimeters.

Boom!

The scabbard inserted into the crack in the ground was knocked over by the returning flying sword, causing Fang Bailu to stagger and fall to the ground.

The phone seemed to be covered with a layer of distorted glass, and the straight lines became crooked - the density of the surrounding air decreased with the high temperature, and the refractive index of light also changed.

Fang Bailu smelled a slight burnt smell:

This comes from his eyebrows, fuzz, hair, and untrimmed stubble.

"What a fast sword..."

The sturdy and strong arms of the night owl rose from the cracks in the concrete floor. Small mouths were spread all over the skin, and from the depths of the dark holes, the sound of fine teeth knocking against each other could be heard.

Every mouth is curved into an arc of joy:

"Be happy... come again!"

Fang Bailu wiped the sweat off his face. Regardless of whether Night Owl could see it or not, he clapped his hands vigorously:

"Come on! Keep going!"

Chapter 156: Fanaticism (Part )

Since when did something subtly different start to happen around me?

The screens in the drugstore, which were supposed to reflect naked people and sexual intercourse, were now streaked with distorted bright lines.

zizi——

As if there was some kind of signal interference, the holographic image of the patient holding a banner in the corner made a low noise.

What is it?

There were faint whispers mixed in with the howling, groaning and gasping around, but they could not be distinguished at all.

Chop and peel!

A rainbow streaked across the second floor of the drugstore, illuminating the confronting Fang Bailu and Ye Xiao: all electronic devices with screens emitted a warm glow like sunlight, and returned to silence after a moment.

A vision, a vision without a cause: but no one cared.

Only one horse thief responded by having his skull smashed in the climax -

Flesh against flesh, iron against iron, this is the dream that everyone is building together at this moment.

Fang Bailu's windbreaker was already riddled with holes; although he had dodged the Night Owl's attacks time and time again... he could not completely resist the stirred-up gravel.

The night owl no longer has the appearance of a "human": its headless body swells to more than three meters, with the broken top touching the ceiling; long tongues and sharp teeth grow out from its body and dance around.

"It's too troublesome... It's more troublesome than 'Zombie', Anbenola, and even Zhao Jizi."

If this goes on, there will always be a time when he cannot avoid the attack; and no matter how many limbs Fang Bailu cut off of Night Owl, he will grow more instead.

"I need to use my brain a little more... to find the weakness of Night Owl."

Maybe it's not just the Night Owl's weaknesses, but also the weaknesses of the immortal's physical body.

Fang Bailu raised his palms to cover his ears, and pressed his ten fingers against the back of his head. He curled up his left and right index fingers and then tapped them lightly on his occipital bone.

In ancient mysticism, this was called "beating the heavenly drum". Now, it is a universal identification action - used to open the output power limit of the upper dantian of the "great mysterious room".

An enemy that goes beyond common sense requires a response that goes beyond the limitations of thinking.

"Ah...ah..."

Saliva slid down from the corners of his mouth, hanging in the air:

The upper Dantian implanted around the foramen magnum and connected to the spinal cord is in resonance with the middle Dantian of the diaphragm and the lower Dantian of the pelvis; together, they stimulate Fang Bailu's cerebral cortex.