Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"... Guan Yu, a famous general of Pan Asia. He was well-versed in Zuo Zhuan and received family education since childhood. He was a heroic young man, as majestic as a god..."

It was late at night, the busiest time in Kuala Lumpur.

The roof of the Handshake Building was blowing with a vague and ambiguous gust of wind, which could not cover the repetitive chants coming from the incense burner's loudspeaker.

The display screen on the memorial tablet scrolls through the names of people one by one - these are all people who have made a significant mark in the history of "Fu Yi Sheng".

If there really was a god who had some free time and poked his head out from the clouds, he would not notice the simple incense altar on the rooftop.

But the Emperor Guan in front of Fang Bailu must have noticed it - he was vibrating his nostrils and inhaling the wisps of smoke created by the hologram into his body.

A pilgrim, an incense burner, and the tablets of all the successive leaders of the "Fuyisheng" gang: this is the smallest incense altar set up for the "Guan Di statue".

This apartment building, located on the edge of A Luo Street, is approximately 750 meters away from Xianying Palace. The noisy voices from Xianying Palace cannot be heard here.

This is also the closest distance at which the Microcomputer Science Research Association will not detect any abnormalities.

Fang Bailu stretched his limbs and checked his equipment for the last time:

Each of the "Jingtian Sword Boxes" has 27 electromagnetically ejected sword pellets. Although it is called a "pellet", its shape looks more like a palm-sized airplane made of paper.

At this moment, there were a total of twelve sword cases piled up beside Fang Bailu. They were not cheap, and even caused Fang's Hardware Store to owe a debt that would take three to five years to repay.

There are also hundreds of sword balls: their tails have been modified to have thin wires made of twisted alloy. At the other end, there is a fixed bracket tailored for the Guandi statue - it firmly locks his body, like the scaffolding used to repair the Buddha.

Compared to his appearance, Guandijun is much lighter; but he can still be considered extremely heavy.

The mobile phone has also changed its appearance.

The alloy shell wrapped it like a battle suit, and the thin rope at the end was connected to the bracket of Guan Shengdijun. There were also several additional gadgets to give the enemy a new surprise.

Fang Bailu never liked sword cases and sword balls. Unlike mobile phones, which can be controlled at will, once they are launched, they can only track the set target.

But this time, he set the target of the sword balls to be mobile phones - these sword balls will track the location of the mobile phone until the kinetic energy they carry disappears.

This will be a swarm led by a flying sword.

"…He is a man of great benevolence and chivalry, helping the needy and the needy; he fights against the tyrants and travels around the world. He vows to build a pan-Asian economy and remains steadfast in his determination; he is loyal and brave and has made many achievements…"

He silently recited in his heart: This ode is the only way to avoid the power of the Guandi statue.

The incense burner and the spirit tablet are also firmly welded to these iron chains and brackets; they are not likely to fall off even in a violent collision.

The flying swords and sword balls will be like the elks in front of Santa Claus's sleigh, dragging Guandi and Fang Bailu to move in the air; just like a white rainbow across the sky.

Fang Bailu climbed onto the base of the Guandi statue, hooked his hand around Guandi's arm, and fastened the belt around his chest and abdomen.

This is not blasphemy: as long as there are incense and offerings, it is not.

Tonight...will be the beginning of the war.

Fang Bailu was also consumed by complex and inexplicable anger and beliefs.

This was his way of confronting something larger and more complex than the human mind.

This experience would be great, right?

He doesn't know and doesn't care.

"Walk."

Fang Bailu clapped his hands.

boom!

Flames burst from the roof, the impact of the explosives under the Guandi statue being detonated. Blue lightning shot out from the sword case with a hissing sound.

The dust from the explosion on the rooftop was like clouds, making this statue, cast by a mortal, look like a true god descended from heaven.

Guandijun soared into the air and rushed out of the smoke.

“Hahaha… cough… cough… hahaha!”

Fang Bailu inhaled a mouthful of dust and his feet felt numb and painful from the vibration, but he was still filled with joy.

He had no wings, so the thrill of flying was irresistible.

"Invulnerable to swords and weapons, and immune to water and fire": Such a small amount of explosives cannot damage the base of Guandi.

when!

The cell phone cut through the air, followed closely by hundreds of sword balls.

The steel cable was stretched straight with full force - the sword balls were carefully controlled to leave enough space for each other.

With the combined power of hundreds of sword balls, explosives, and flying swords, Fang Bailu and Guandijun were like huge rocks thrown by a catapult, passing through the sky above the city.

In this semicircular trajectory, Fang Bailu heard the howling and shouting coming from far below him:

Those citizens who happened to live on the rooftop and were caught in the range of Guandi's power were rolling around in pain from their brains.

But it was not enough to kill him or leave him with permanent disability. He had no time to care:

Fang Bailu felt the air was very "choking", both hot and cold - it was like rolling knives piercing his nasal cavity, making him want to sneeze.

The rain curtains that hit my face kept bursting apart, causing my cheeks to hurt; my exposed skin was deforming and shaking as if rolling over waves.

The force of the attack pressed him hard into the arms of Guandi, and his back made a strange creaking sound. The food he had eaten churned in his stomach, making him want to vomit.

Fang Bailu opened his eyes forcefully and stared at everything in front of him——

Xianying Palace is getting closer and closer.

In an instant, the spire that reached into the clouds and the square base rushed into his field of vision.

Behind the tall buildings was a huge full moon projected holographically for blessing, and a giant dragon that spanned the sky and earth and spewed advertising clouds circled between the buildings suspiciously, staring at the uninvited flyer.

The swarm of sword balls and the leading mobile phone changed direction and headed diagonally downward.

"The fight continues until death. The fight continues until death."

Fang Bailu put the tip of his tongue into the empty groove next to his big teeth and sent a predetermined message to the connected communication partners:

"start".

The phone crashed into the wall of the building, leaving spider-web-like cracks on the window. Then came the sword balls that looked like miniature sandstorms—the glass shattered.

Fang Bailu raised his elbows to protect his face, but he had no intention of closing his eyes.

boom!

In front of the Xianying Palace, the followers, like a colony of ants, heard a muffled thunder mixed in with the melodious music.

Some of them looked up and saw the "splash" of water exploding in the middle of the tower...

The tempered glass that was sprayed outwards was mixed with the rain and fog and splashed down.

Screams were heard among the crowd: Although these fragments could not hurt them, they did not prevent the panic they caused.

boom!

Another sound——

The glass on the entire floor was exploding outwards and falling like rain.

Then came the next floor, and the next floor below - the high-rise building of Xianying Palace was like a plastic bottle that was being squeezed and burst, with crystal fragments spewing out from every break.

Thunder roared in the sky: everyone knew that something was about to happen.

It's a big deal.

Chapter 169: Killing (I)

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Fang Bailu raised his eyes and saw that the narrow "sky" was becoming deeper and deeper.

It looked like the mouth of some kind of worm; the broken and protruding steel bars and the irregular ground were its dense and sharp teeth.

The mobile phone and the sword first made the ground of each floor full of holes; then, under inertia, deadweight and traction, the Guandi statue smashed through layer after layer of the floor like a heavy hammer.

boom!

With the vibration that went straight from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, they broke through another floor.

Which floor is it? Fang Bailu didn't know.

He would not give up until he had chiseled it through - he had unbuckled his belt and was only holding the handle of the Guandi statue's sword with his elbow.

His skin was torn to pieces by the friction, but he needed to remain flexible and adaptable.

The pills swallowed and the injections injected have become part of the body: a little pain is nothing.

Screams rang out one after another. Following Fang Bailu's footsteps, human bodies fell from the cracks: some were scraped through the broken walls, while others died on the ground after several floors.

Not everyone has the ability to resist the might of Guan Yu. Wherever Fang Bailu and the statue of Guan Yu go, brains are burned and fainted.

Most of them are Taoist soldiers and strongmen, with occasional boys at work. And -

In the distance, a dazzling light suddenly appeared; even if you blink, the light still remains in your retina.

"coming!"

Fang Bailu suddenly raised his left hand and hooked his index finger around the load-bearing column like a flying rope.

click!

Inertia dislocated his shoulders, elbows and wrists, but it also caused him to stop in the air, while the Guandi statue continued to rush downwards.

boom!

Something passed through Fang Bailu's body——

The soles of Fang Bailu's feet were burning with unbearable heat, making his hair stand on end; hot steam like that in a sauna began to surge around them without them noticing.

He stomped his soles hard on the wall, rubbing and stamping out the rolling fire:

"This kind of attack..."

"My dear, look here."

A lazy greeting sounded in Fang Bailu's ears, coming from the undamaged speaker.

He tilted his head -

A Taoist priest in strange clothes was sitting on the edge of the broken floor with his legs crossed and his back straight, looking elegant. If it weren't for the mess in front of him, he would have looked more like a tourist taking photos at a scenic spot.

He was wearing a colorful short-sleeved Taoist robe, exposing his crystal white arms, lower abdomen and ribs - the skin and muscles that should have covered his stomach were completely removed, replaced by a faint blue translucent film; inside was the Dantian energy furnace that was constantly beating.

"Qigong practitioner."

The Qigong practitioner raised his hand and waved it towards Fang Bailu. The circle carved on his palm flickered, and the edge of his palm turned red and twisted: the high temperature made the air have a funhouse mirror-like effect.

A mask painted with joyful scenes of goddesses engaging in sexual intercourse covered her face - it was a display screen made of elastic material, and even the beads of sweat rolling on the goddess' body as she engaged in sexual intercourse were clearly visible.

Fang Bailu glanced down: there was a circular hole on the wall, and the wind and rain blew in from it; the edge was smooth and transparent, turning into crystal. If he hadn't stopped falling in time, he would have been dead by now.

The statue of Guandi might not be damaged, but Fang Bailu didn’t think he was harder than the wall.

"Palm Thunder..."

boom!

Below, Emperor Guan broke through another layer of the ground under the pull of the sword ball and the flying sword.

Without a mobile phone, do you still want to confront a Qigong practitioner head-on?

The Qigong practitioner looked at Fang Bailu. The golden rings on his bare ankles were nodding in a jerky manner; the shining navel ring and the yin-yang fish pendant hanging from his mask were also swaying.

Fang Bailu also looked at him:

"Akishi-kun?"

Fang Bailu recognized this Qigong practitioner: Mr. Kui had already packaged and sent the distribution and information of the on-duty personnel in Xianying Palace to the mailbox a few days ago.

This is one of the Qigong practitioners who is still in the study group at Xianying Palace tonight.

""Qiu Shijun is a lustful person and is good at thunder magic. ""

Of course, it is the new century's thunder method - a technique that is more in line with its literal meaning.

"Hey, have we ever had a drink together or made love? Pretty boy, are you here to ask me to repay your debt of love? You're making such a big noise, so cool."