Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The amazing thing is——

No matter how the ribbon passed through Erni's torso, it avoided the weak point of the rubber raincoat. Therefore, the cheap item that Fang Bailu bought and wore for a long time was still intact.

Erni held the two long swords firmly and fixed herself on the back of Night Owl.

The words on the surrounding screens changed one after another, stirring up the layers of light and shadow:

"The cause is what produces, and the effect is what is produced."

The blurred faces of the holographic patients were gradually becoming clear. Some were angry, some were mad, and some were waving weapons and acting as guardians.

"The mysteries of the ten realms are nothing but cause and effect."

Erni sighed. It was a heavy sadness she had never heard before.

"It's over today."

She raised the knife horizontally, pulling away strands of sticky flesh:

“You’re really not treated well.”

The "jade shoot tip" implanted a few days ago has completely changed. Each finger consisting of seventeen joints has disappeared, and has been divided into small squares that stick to the handle of the knife. They spread all the way, even passing over the guard and covering the top of the blade.

At first glance, the ring-handled sword seemed to have grown out of the palm.

buzzing-

With the elbow of the prosthetic hand as the axis, the forearm rotated a huge blade wheel. Like a stone cutter, this extremely sharp circle cut down!

呲——

The human mouths, eyes and tongues inside were split in two as the blood spurted out.

Erni seemed to be slowly descending——

But that was actually an illusion created by the Night Owl's flesh and blood being constantly cut and crushed.

Fang Bailu supported himself with the broken pieces of cement beside him and stood up straight.

No need to communicate, he drew his sword:

There was no usual wind pressure and explosions, only burning tracks and mist rising from the blood.

Like a sewing needle that keeps piercing through clothes, the mobile phone pierces the body of the night owl again and again; wherever it goes, wisps of green smoke rise from the high temperature.

He was looking for the cigarette.

That was not the common cigarette in his previous life: when Night Owl spit it out, Fang Bailu clearly saw the cigarette butt scratching the inner wall of his mouth; later, soaking it in blood did not stop it from burning.

He even suspected that the "burning" did not even require oxygen.

Erni pulled out another long sword, with pale blue electricity on the blade.

Driven by the artificial meridians, the muscles of that arm expanded to their limit:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The knife made a noise with a murmur.

Minced meat all over the sky exploded from Night Owl's body and then fell like rain.

"over there!"

The tiny cigarette was hidden among the flying flowers of flesh and blood, and the blood flow was like the air exhaled by a whale when it breathes, carrying it high into the air.

The phone spun out of an arc and caught the half cigarette butt:

call!

In an instant, the phone ignited it: like the thick smoke from dry ice, the pale white smoke sank like a waterfall, covering the night owl in it——

The deformed limbs that were dancing wildly suddenly froze.

“…Hahahahaha…”

The remaining hundred or so mouths roared together, emitting indistinct laughter:

"... See you later... Immortal... touch me..."

The confusing words came to an abrupt end.

The tongues of the Night Owl licked the overflowing blood and body fluids, and they opened their mouths wide to devour their own remains.

Chewed pieces of meat and bone shards flowed out from the holes in the body and never moved again; it was like puddles of mud were spraying out.

In a flash, the huge swollen body gradually shrank, curled up, and finally disappeared in the self-eating.

flutter!

Like the flesh of a fruit peeled off, or a withered body stripped of its armor:

The naked body without arms, legs or head fell to the ground along with the rain of blood and never moved again.

……

"well……"

Fang Bailu ignored the torso that might contain the immortal's flesh body, and just raised his hand reluctantly:

"Hey... cough cough!"

He felt like he had sucked in some snot, but accidentally choked and coughed repeatedly. It was not until he saw the red palms that he realized that he had coughed up blood.

"Oh no, my internal organs are injured again."

He wiped his hands casually on his body, and walked crookedly towards Erni who was standing silently in the same place:

"Erni? Are you hurt--"

The holographic patients suddenly put their hands together, and the eyes on their empty faces widened with anger.

"Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, desire!"

"Lust, appearance, dignity, voice, smoothness, and appearance!"

"It must be cut off! It must be beheaded! It must be eliminated!"

This seemed to have triggered some mechanism——

Erni arched her back and trembled all over. She covered her chest and abdomen, like a drunkard who could no longer suppress the urge to vomit.

"Wow!"

Fang Bailu's eyes were suddenly filled with golden and red light:

The scarf flew out of Erni's mouth, spraying blood, stomach acid, and saliva towards him.

Ping!

Just when the ribbon was about to poke Zhong Fang Bailu's forehead, it stopped.

"Cuckoo..."

Erni's eyes bulged out, and she bit the shawl that was flying out of her mouth with her upper and lower teeth to stop its momentum.

quack……

The shawl, which seemed both soft and hard, moved slowly forward between the teeth, and two streaks of blood flowed from the cut corners of the mouth.

boom!

Erni's right hand, which had swelled to be thicker than her thigh, suddenly grabbed the front of the shawl. She rubbed the shawl fiercely and then stuffed it into her mouth.

Blue veins ran all over that delicate face, and the bulging muscles were wriggling with an indescribable hideousness.

Subconsciously, Fang Bailu wanted to move forward. He had just taken a step -

"Ugh! Uh-huh!"

Erni thrust the long knife tucked in her armpit into the ground and waved her hands fiercely. From the strange howling sound, it seemed that she was telling Fang Bailu not to get close.

"You...how did you..."

Fang Bailu covered his almost unconscious side abdomen, his mind filled with dizziness from blood loss that he could no longer suppress.

"Well!"

Erni grabbed the hem of the rubber raincoat and shook it, then gave a thumbs up:

Judging from her eyes, Fang Bailu felt that she was saying that the raincoat was comfortable to wear.

"Um..."

Erni picked up the long knife again and slashed it on the ground——

Fang Bailu followed the tip of the knife and looked down at his feet.

In the blood on the ground, there were small, crooked words carved by a long knife:

"I took a part-time job and want to take a leave. Don't worry."

Chapter 158 "Crossing"

Fang Bailu had heard that flames in weightlessness would flow in all directions like mercury.

He had never had the chance to see such a dazzling view, but the scene at this moment might be similar:

The light emitted by the shawl was like the warm gold of the rising sun, mixed with a soft red like silk cloth.

The brilliant light illuminated the sticky blood in the pharmacy, coating them with a layer of bright copper-like orange.

Blood was a waterfall. From the cracks on the second floor, from the pits on the shop wall, from the bones, brains and limbs stuck on the roof... they poured down.

In the reflection of the shawl, they are like lakes of liquefied flames, flowing endlessly in the sunset.

He stretched out his hand and caught the rolling "fire" in his palm:

"nice……"

The nose was filled with the stench of corpses, feces and undigested food; the ears were buzzing with Zen chants and groans of the dying, as well as the cries caused by dizziness due to blood loss.

But Fang Bailu still found that all of this contained a splendor that was too embarrassing to speak out.

This made him laugh:

Is it people who cause the birth of experience, or is it experience that shapes people again? But what is certain is that a corner of my heart has been permanently changed from this moment on.

One end of the shawl broke out from Erni's collarbone, passed through the gap in the raincoat, and stood upright.

The tip of its tail swayed slightly, like a snake spitting out its tongue - Fang Bailu sensed hostility in the movement that was ready to strike.

The magic of the immortal's tongue, or the myth of bathing in a sea of ​​blood?

……

Fang Bailu reached out and grabbed the scarf:

"Mine. Erni is hired by me, fuck your mother."

Although his hands were sticky with blood, he clenched them tightly, and a strange creaking sound came from his joints.

"It feels like clothes made of iron, but a little soft."

The cell phone popped out of his sleeve, and the high temperature burned a straight line on his windbreaker, revealing his forearm that was burned and blistered and blackened.

The tumbling flying sword hit the middle section of the shawl, carving out a concave arc in it, but was unable to cut it off.

stab-

The ribbon twisted as if frightened and cut through the gap between Fang Bailu's middle finger and ring finger, splitting his palm into two drooping parts.

The pale tendons and fascia are exposed, like the fat lines in a steak.

"It's a piece of shit, but it's pretty hard."

Fang Bailu looked at his messed-up hands and licked his lips.

The blood-soaked screens all changed text, flickering like emergency warning spotlights:

"Unregistered Buddha Enemy!"

"Unregistered Buddha Enemy!"

"Unregistered Buddha Enemy!"