Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Qiu Shijun tilted his head, and the pendants hanging from the cheeks of the mask swayed left and right as he looked at him exaggeratedly; a soft sigh came from the speaker:

"Um...I'm sorry, maybe I'm forgetful. But you don't seem like my type."

The spool of thread at the base of Fang Bailu's palm reeled up rapidly, and the hair caught in it gave off a burnt smell due to the friction.

call!

He landed on the half-collapsed floor and pressed his shoulder against the smooth wall to reset it. Then his elbow and wrist:

"I know."

The Qigong practitioner raised his arm again as if to demonstrate. His palm was gradually becoming clearer, no longer distorted: this rapid drop in temperature might mean that the cooling process was about to end.

"You know my taste? A sincere person?"

This time, he definitely couldn't dodge it just by relying on the meridians in his legs - there was no need to think about which was faster, the turning of his wrist or the jumping of his legs.

But he has a way.

Fang Bailu scratched the nerve electrodes on both temples, snapped his fingers, and pointed at Qiu Shijun's chest and abdomen:

"I have an employee who is your type. It seems that those of you who like to go to bars often say this: heavenly dish?"

If I remember correctly, Qiu Shijun should be wearing a nipple ring - and there is a small mechanism in the nipple ring.

The tablet in my arms gave instructions along with the electrodes:

Noisy!

Bluish-white lightning leaped up from Qiu Shijun's chest and extended straight up to his neck.

As early as when he made up his mind to blow up the research institute, Fang Bailu began to make targeted arrangements. Now, he may know Qiu Shijun better than his parents - if he knows him at all.

Fang Bailu shook his still sore arms:

"One-night stands are not good things - it's even weirder if you ask for a token of love to carry with you after the affair. But you're a Qigong practitioner, so it's normal for you to have some quirks."

boom!

This time the explosion came from the Qigong practitioner's lower abdomen. The Taoist robe was torn by the raging flames, and pieces flew everywhere, including fragments of the navel ring.

"How dare you, you brat?!"

A harsh roar blared out from speakers throughout the building.

Qiu Shijun stroked his torn abdomen, raised his hand shakily, and aimed it at Fang Bailu who was standing opposite him across the deep hole; there was a creaking sound from his elbow, and the red display level rose step by step, spreading over his forearm to his wrist.

"Life is tough."

The palms glowed red and bright, emitting a blinding light—

Fang Bailu tapped his temple.

click!

The iron bracelet on his wrist was one step ahead of Qiu Shijun, emitting streams of pale air.

The sudden kinetic energy caused the increasingly bright palm to turn around and aim at Qiu Shijun's other shoulder:

A blinding stream of heat gushed out.

The pillar of fire formed by the flames spread along the wall, up to the hole in the ceiling, and straight into the sky; Fang Bailu took a step back, but still smelled the strange smell of burnt and curled eyebrows.

There was mist rising all around: that was the rain that had blown in through the window, evaporating and forming clouds of smoke.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Sharp, dry screams came from the speakers all around, deafening - the few remaining glass windows on the floors shattered one after another.

Fang Bailu covered his ears with both hands and continued to speak. He didn't care whether the other party could hear him or not:

"You slept with twenty-five men and nineteen women in the past three days. I have to say that you are really good at the art of sex."

The sound of the collapse below was getting farther and farther away. Fang Bailu walked to the edge - Guan Sheng Emperor should be about to touch the ground.

He raised his head: half of the Qigong practitioner's shoulder, one arm and several square meters of ground beside him had disappeared, and the exposed pipes, parts and flesh were burnt black.

Even so, Qiu Shijun still maintained consciousness and was staggering to his feet.

Ping!

The "gold" rings on the ankles are connected together under the guidance of magnetic force and locked like shackles.

"Unfortunately, I hired half of them. You only kept a few tokens of love to wear today, but that's enough."

These small "souvenirs" were naturally prepared by Fang Bailu - after knowing that this Qigong practitioner who liked the intercourse of yin and yang would ask Dinglu for objects and wear them with him, he prepared many "lethal decorations".

It is precisely for this fight.

The imitation jade pendant hanging on Qiu Shijun's chest slowly extended a syringe and injected it into his exposed flesh - the neural poison it carried was not of the best type; but the terrain at this moment could help Fang Bailu.

"No one dares to directly attack a Qigong practitioner... But as long as the person who does it is someone else and the price is right, everyone is willing to help with a small favor."

Qigong practitioners always follow their heart, and even their appearance is a reflection of their inner heart:

There is no better prey to speculate on than this.

It seemed as if someone pressed the pause button on the video, and the Qigong practitioner suddenly stopped moving.

Qiu Shijun's whole body twitched as he fell into the deep hole. After a while, he heard a wet cracking sound like a water bag falling to the ground.

"There are still two Qigong practitioners on duty tonight."

Fang Bailu took a step forward and jumped into the deep cave.

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Chapter 170: Killing (Part )

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Fang Bailu took out the warm jade piece from his sleeve and gently held it between his fingers.

The jade piece is only slightly larger than a fingernail, with a cloud pattern on the edge. There are black spots like dust on the surface; if you look closely, you will find that they are Chinese characters and numbers that are constantly updated.

One corner was smoothed by a file, leaving a slight flaw on the crystal white jade - what was scraped off was the factory serial number and barcode.

“Black stuff…high quality black stuff.”

This is the "external consciousness god" prepared by Fang Bailu, which has been manually expanded and re-modulated by the drowned ghost.

He opened his mouth, put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, and inserted the jade piece into the square slot under his tongue.

Click!

The crisp chimeric sound resounds in the brain through bone conduction.

Fang Bailu turned his neck:

"Joining completed."

Unlike most people who usually choose to locate the interface behind the ear, wrist, or jaw, he reserved the interface for external consciousness at the Jinjin point and Yuye point at the root of the tongue.

A very radical choice, but more efficient - better able to synchronize his "body and spirit".

Fang Bailu squatted at the edge of the steel bars and concrete, looking into the huge collapsed hole in the center of the floor.

It was no longer bottomless: he could vaguely see the ruins on the ground and the statue of Guandi surrounded by them.

The sword ball has used up all its power and will become scrap metal before it is reloaded back into the sword box. As for the cell phone... I will have to wait to recycle it.

Before reaching the next stage of the plan, he had to attract the attention of the Xianying Palace security guards as much as possible.

From here on, Fang Bailu didn't plan to continue rappelling using his index finger and the spool, as that would put too much pressure on the dislocated joint.

The closer we get to the lobby on the ground floor of Xianying Palace, the more conscious survivors we see:

Although Qiu Shijun's palm thunder did not harm Fang Bailu's body, it interrupted the incense altar he had set up for Guandijun.

Without pilgrims, the incense altar could no longer be maintained.

The Taoist soldiers below were not affected by the power of the Guandi statue except for the injuries caused by the collapsed building.

But I didn’t see Qiu Shijun’s body: judging from the sound of the fall, he should not have fallen directly to the bottom.

"It's not important—"

Fang Bailu shuddered, as if someone was using an ice cube to scratch his tailbone all the way up to his occipital bone, causing his hair to stand on end.

It's a wonderful feeling. It's like drinking ice water in the hot summer, or a cup of tea at just the right temperature in the cold winter.

This is the signal that the external consciousness spirit starts to operate and connect with the "body spirit".

According to the New Dao of Alchemy, there are "three parts, eight scenes, and twenty-four gods" or "three palaces, six organs, one hundred and twenty joints, and thirty-six thousand gods" in the human body.

But no one dwells on these abstract definitions: specific application technologies are the mainstream that laboratories and marketing departments are thinking about.

Fang Bailu stuck close to the wall, bent his knees and jumped up; as he gradually fell, he used the tips of his five fingers to hold the cracks in the wall, flicked them lightly, and swung to the next floor.

When it landed, it didn't even raise a speck of dust, and it landed silently.

Half a minute ago, he couldn't do such a fluent movement. But now, it was easier than getting up from the mattress.

The "Great Mysterious Chamber" has suppressed the upper, middle and lower Sanyuan Palaces, and can call upon the "body god" program pre-stored in the external consciousness god - this is also the reason why Fang Bailu is eager to install the Dantian energy furnace.

Of course, this is not to deify the organs:

Instead, many of the programs that could inject short-term muscle memory, change reflexes and stress responses into him through external consciousness were stocks that he and the previous owner had collected over the years.

At this point, they have all been imported into the external consciousness, waiting for his call.

Before, Fang Bailu always thought that this could be sold for a large sum of RMB - but he didn't expect that in the end he would have to use it on himself.

Qigong practitioners are pure and sophisticated, but they act on impulse, magnifying their mental flaws and emotional weaknesses.

Fang Bailu has prepared response plans for every Qigong practitioner in the study group on duty tonight.

But next, we have to deal with the Taoist soldiers first...

The Outer Sense God is one of the weapons used to kill these secondary guardians.

He tapped the empty groove next to his big teeth with the tip of his tongue.

"Has the first layer of the inner network ban been broken?"

Fang Bailu didn't open his mouth: throat microphone is always safer than speaking directly.

From the other end of the line came Mr. Huang Wu's flattering bark:

"Master is so wise and powerful! That idiot can't break through the firewall at all! If it weren't for the key that the master got, I'm afraid he would still be..."

"Did it break?"

"It's broken! We are now attacking the second level of the 'Mountain Prison Forbidden Law'. Master, you must take care of yourself, otherwise I, Xiao Huang, will be worried--"

"Then connect to the security port and send me the real-time battle map. Don't forget about the security team."

Fang Bailu didn't bother to pay attention to Mr. Huang Wu's disgusting words, so he hung up the phone and covered his eyes.

After a while, he put down his hand——

The scene before my eyes changed its appearance:

Light green grids spread in all directions until they covered every corner of the field of vision and formed a circle.

On the lines, human figures drawn with landscape brushstrokes gradually emerged and filled the Xianying Palace: they were moving upwards, rushing towards Fang Bailu's position.

That is the real-time position of the Taoist soldiers; it is being directly generated in the retina by the external consciousness.

Fang Bailu stood up and looked around——

"Huh? Are there still people who want to shoot me in the back?"

Suddenly!

Fang Bailu fell backwards straight up without moving his knees.

Puff—a muffled sound came from my ears.

He turned his eyes: the hair on his cheek flew past, the long needle inserted into the wall shook, and the exploded cement fragments scraped the tip of his nose, leaving a thin bloody wound.