Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

But Fang Bailu still tried his best to raise his arms, as if a wanderer returning home was about to pounce on him.

This attitude is naturally part of the plan.

Image can sometimes play a decisive role.

If you move your perspective outside, you will find that Xianying Palace is collapsing in a strange way:

The huge "storage and access hall" with a square base that occupies a quarter of the commercial area had a hemispherical bulge and then exploded outward - that was the deformation caused by the material of the building wall that could not withstand the pressure; it was like a pot of steaming asphalt with bubbles.

Clusters of rain flowers evaporated into mist before they fell to the ground.

Fire rained down from the explosion of smoking bricks and stones in the surrounding blocks. The cheap walls of the Handshake Building were scraped and lifted by the debris of the storage hall, exposing many bedrooms and living rooms to the humid and hot air of Kuala Lumpur.

The "orchid" in Anbenola's hand was originally a toy sold to children and their parents in the old world; although his "mobile phone" could not be classified into specific categories, it should be considered a "daily necessity" based on its function and power...

Fang Bailu had naturally never seen the "military-grade" products that were at the top of the product chain in the ancient times - but he knew that these rare and ferocious creatures existed, just not in New Malaysia.

And the large formation of the Guardian Research Society in front of us...

“Competition level.”

This is Mr. Kui's information: hundreds of years ago, they were used in formal sports and competitions for people to watch.

The twelve flying swords were approaching. They finally solidified into a shape—twelve long incandescent light bulbs, projecting a line of clear Song-style characters: Floating outside the surface, yet not too far away.

"Home for Southern Fujian Sword Fighting Enthusiasts. Centralized purchasing. No lending."

"friendship first, competition later……"

Faintly, he seemed to hear such whispers.

Sparks and smoke flew from Fang Bailu's sleeves, but he ignored them.

This is not because of complacency.

He knew clearly in his heart that competition-level flying swords would not stop for their own status: they were forged with the sole purpose of tasting the body fluids of the opposing athletes.

Gushing blood, urine of fear, or tears of failure, it's all fine. Even if I'm a true citizen of old Pan Asia, it's the same.

Unlike those toys--

The happy people laughed loudly, their voices sharp but joyful. Xiaoxin opened his eyes wide and moved his paralyzed body, but his broken hands weakly touched the respirator and could not get it off.

Fang Bailu touched his forehead: there were soft bubbles there, and they felt very smooth.

If he continued like this, he would burn like a torch without being hit by a flying sword.

A mobile phone cannot compete with these competition-level flying swords... In fact, it is precisely because of the "mobile phone" that it is regarded as an opponent by these twelve flying swords.

But this was expected—

Fang Bailu knew how to stop this sword formation.

He cleared his throat in the dry hot wind and said righteously:

"I admit defeat and withdraw from the competition completely."

……

The heat disappeared, the air became lighter, and the white mist that had been shrouding my eyes disappeared.

The twelve flying swords stopped in front of Fang Bailu. The strong wind made his coat rustle and the skin and muscles on his face tremble. The surrounding dust and gravel spread out like waves.

They flew in a circle around Fang Bailu, roaring loudly - that should be the victory declaration left by the previous sword holder:

"You fight with the sword too well! You fight with the sword too well! You fight with the sword too well!"

This ridiculous mocking voice was repeated over and over again, but the flying sword just flaunted its power around him intimately, without any more burning heat.

Then, they rose up, drew bright lines, flew out of the hole in the storage and access hall, and disappeared in the neon lights of the night.

"Hey."

Fang Bailu couldn't help but grin - this response was the first one that came to his mind after he learned about the "competition level", and he didn't even prepare any other backup plans.

As for whether it was because he was a citizen or anyone could do the same...

He doesn't know.

"Before I meet the girl from Xihe, no, before I kill her, I don't need to worry about my safety."

The future is set. At least until you change it.

"It's not yet time."

Fang Bailu raised his hand and pointed at Huan Sanren who was standing blankly by the side. The jaws of the two masks collapsed dramatically, revealing a shocked expression that could only be seen in cartoons:

"Come on, keep going."

hum!

Huan Sanren shuddered all over, and then became a blurry afterimage.

The next moment, he appeared at the half-collapsed door of the storage and access hall:

"Please do as you please. A gentleman should help others achieve their goals. I will go back to the alchemy room to study on my own—"

boom!

As he ran, a cloud of dust rose behind him; his footsteps made the ground shake, and Fang Bailu almost fell.

Looking at Huan Sanren's back that disappeared in the blink of an eye, Fang Bailu exhaled lightly through his nostrils:

All the Qigong practitioner had to do was walk up to him and point a finger—and he would fall to the ground.

The tired body has affected his mind, making it difficult to control the "cell phone" perfectly: According to Mr. Kui's information, in addition to the talismans and magic tools bestowed by the research institute, Huan Sanren can also activate large formations; he is more proficient in the art of body refining.

Fortunately, the information also included his personality: lazy enough, cautious enough.

"One left."

"Tsk, the most troublesome one..."

Fang Bailu knelt on one knee—crouched down, his numb legs only leaning back—and put his palm on the ground.

He moved his larynx to give a signal.

The dog, whose fur was burnt black and covered with a layer of pale white dust, came out from the corridor of the storage and access hall and gestured to him from a distance:

The dog grabbed the collar in its mouth and dragged Pu Wenzhi, who was unknown whether he was dead or alive. The nerve tubes went from the back of his neck to the front of his neck, extending to the dark place that could not be seen clearly. The Korean was still immersed in the dream brought by the wandering mind; or in his words, it was called "mind-seeking".

Uncle Huang Wu scratched the ground with his front paws and let out a few hoarse barks.

"All three levels of forbidden magic have been broken."

Fang Bailu pointed at the ground below and nodded to it:

"Open Sesame..."

He grumbled so that only he could hear it.

Then, the door opened.

The red-soaked soil rolled to the sides and was pushed to the edge of the temple; it was the Red Sea that was parted by the prophet in the ancient story, but beneath it was a dark abyss.

In silence, a huge object rose up until it occupied Fang Bailu's field of vision.

It was a hand with the palm facing up - the thumb and little finger were of the same length and thickness, making it impossible to tell whether it was the left hand or the right hand; although it came from underground, the skin was a healthy wheat color as if it had been sunbathed.

Each of the long, bony fingers reminded Fang Bailu of the old rocking chair in the store: at least in terms of width, they were almost the same.

It was like the hand of a giant reaching out from deep underground.

It was spread out in front of Fang Bailu's feet, wedging into the cement. The brick surface made a strange squeak, then broke apart, allowing the giant hand to sink into the hard ground.

"I'm going down."

The phone slipped out of his coat and flew to his wrist, acting as his crutch.

"elder brother."

Hearing the trembling voice, Fang Bailu turned his head in response to the call. Xiaoxin propped up half of his body with his elbow, and the white of one eye turned completely red due to the heavy blow:

"I want to take her home."

Judging from the weird angle of his back, it would be difficult for him to move forward.

Fang Bailu gave a thumbs up and laughed. He tried to soften his tone as much as possible:

"Well, take a rest first."

He followed the broad index finger and staggered into the palm. The sole of his foot felt rubbery and a little soft—just like real flesh and blood.

The dim yellow giant pillar was half hidden in the darkness, revealing veins pulsating like thick water pipes; perhaps it was a forearm, extending into the bottomless abyss.

Fang Bailu sat down, leaning against the base of his fingers.

The light reflected from his body gradually broke into pieces and then disappeared: his five fingers gradually closed behind his back and dived silently.

Chapter 176: The Abyss (Part )

In the beginning, there was no light.

Over time, a faint light lingered around - it flashed a pink halo like flying clouds on its cheeks, illuminating the vague picture of the surroundings.

The walls of the diving tunnel were shiny, as if they had just been coated with chrome.

Fang Bailu thought this was a side effect of the neural splicing technique, but then he abandoned the idea: he did not tamper with his optic nerve, nor did he install any auxiliary visual system in his external consciousness.

"Too tired, hallucinating?"

He collapsed onto the base of his fingers and continued to sink.

A message flashed in the corner of my retina, signed "Mercy Knife".

Fang Bailu turned his gaze and clicked on the pop-up window. This young hacker was in the digital space, engaging in electronic warfare with many guardian gods, continuing to divert his attention:

"The person is being transported and has already left. The temporary official document has been prepared and uploaded."

He scratched the tip of his nose.

Everything was going according to plan. Xiao Xin, Huang Wuye, and Park Wenzhi, who were still in the storage hall, should have been taken away and detained by the Kuala Lumpur police who broke into the Xianying Palace.

This was one of the evacuation methods Fang Bailu had prepared. No, it should be said that it was specially prepared for the store employees:

When he "bailed" himself out of the police station, he asked the Korean hackers he took with him to break into the database and store it in Huang Wuye's memory.

The police-civilian interface and reinforcement code that I obtained at that time were to be used at this time——

Now it is time for the mobile police officers from the Kuala Lumpur Police Force to arrive at the Xianying Temple: This is not the first time that the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society has been attacked, but these official forces of the New Malaysia can only play a role in cleaning up and finishing.

Not to mention that most of the Taoist soldiers, wrestlers and administrative staff in the research institute had been killed or injured.

The guards will arrest the three employees of the hardware store who were "marked" and dozens of messengers outside the palace as suspects and take them away from the scene...

When they returned to the police station and were temporarily detained, the police officers discovered that there was a small "error" in the database. These three so-called "suspects" were just honest people who came to offer some small incense to the God of Wealth on behalf of the store.

After all, in this era, clothing, face or whereabouts are not as effective as a row of records in a database.

Of course, a symbolic fine would still be collected before the three people were allowed to leave.

Without this step, the institute will hound them until their teeth turn to ashes.

But as the price of avoiding the remaining Qigong practitioners in the research institute, it can be ignored - this maze will probably take the ghost cultivators in the research institute several hours to sort out the clues.

This is enough: especially when you have yourself as your biggest goal...

"With any luck, it should be over by then."

Fang Bailu took out a cigarette and lit it. The crisp sound of the lighter was not echoed.

The new injury was not what he expected - but it was exactly what he wanted.

Sometimes, children should not be allowed to interfere in adult matters.

……

I don’t know how long it took, but as the giant hand under me stopped moving, the scene in front of me finally became clear.

The dome of the huge hemispherical room was dotted with stars - they were custom-made arc lamps, arranged at regular intervals and forming subtle patterns.

Fang Bailu held the middle finger of the giant hand, stood up, and walked out of the deep passage.

In the center of the empty room is a furnace.