Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The body of the new being gradually expanded: it had swallowed up all the mental illnesses from Jakarta to Manila; the annoyance, sorrow and troubles gradually expanded its body. The auxiliary limbs became fat and thick; the coding layer as the electronic shell gradually dissipated, and the countless information flows inside gradually flowed out.

Then, he was swept up by the violently spreading digital vortex and the pestilence that could pollute the mind, and rushed towards another Earth - the so-called beacon that served as a "time machine".

And a thin line extending from the bottom of this digital space into reality: at the other end... is a bomb lodged in the swordsman's mind.

Suddenly, its body exploded: until this moment, the three lives and three thoughts that constituted its existence suddenly felt a little regret.

Why bother?

This question, like most things in the world, has no answer and no reason.

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Chapter 268: Eighth Injustice (I)

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Some time ago -

The edge of Manila: In the sky, the "Mother River" and the "Yinchi" are still bright. The light they cast replaces the moonlight, reflecting the continuous and undulating low-rise buildings in the city of Manila: even if it is late at night and lacks some vitality, everything is still intact.

The structure of Luzon's capital is like a fried egg that is not fully cooked, or a pit dug by an ant lion: a group of low houses made of iron sheets and plastic sheets are continuous and spread all over the slightly curled upwards; while the urban area in the middle is arched high.

In the center of the city - the zenith of the bulge; the huge "capsule" that was once the president of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association is projecting blue and scarlet flames all around; illuminating Er Ni, Huang Wuye... and the two "nobles" who belong to the Taihai chain on the edge of the city.

The nun of Luzon named "Comas" shed tears from her empty eye sockets - there were eyelids but no eyeballs; they were like two long and thin black holes. The gradually extinguished city lights were reflected in the dripping tears: it seemed that she was silently weeping for the bleak future of Manila.

She wore a "head covering" made of three masks pieced together diagonally, and her arms were around the neck of another Qigong practitioner - the torso of the practitioner only reached the waist, and there was nothing below it, without even hips and lower limbs.

The Qigong master who carried her on his back and went by the Taoist name "Zhao Jizi" had once been used by the Yanshi Club to fight in Kuala Lumpur; now, he has returned to his hometown of Manila:

Frosted iron sheet was fixed to his head with rivets, covering his facial features tightly; his hair was braided into small braids and finally tied into a Taoist bun; the Taoist's limbs were all dark black metal with a faint blue glow, which contrasted with the light green robe he was wearing.

Has he already been possessed by the devil? Or perhaps he no longer worries about the risk of losing his mind. When the swirling air currents pass by, one can see the body composed of all cyborgs beneath Zhao Jizi's robes.

And beside his ear: is one of the three masks of "Chamos" - a kind face with round and soft, slightly narrowed eyes, deep nasolabial folds and crow's feet. It is facing the right ear of the Qigong practitioner, opening and closing, and whispering non-stop.

Opposite them——

The mirror-like blade in Erni's hand reflected the high-fleshed hair of Master Huang Wu beside her, as well as the meaningless holographic text circling around Zhao Jizi's head:

“—good good ...

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In the air, there are huge blue-red capsules floating. On the ground, a life-and-death duel is about to break out.

The Qigong practitioner, who was made of gold and iron and carrying only half of the female crown, faced off against the petite blue-haired swordsman with a fluffy yellow dog. The situation was so tense that even the air seemed to become scorching; but the two parties in this scene were bizarre and absurd - just like a freak show hundreds of years ago.

At this moment, no one had expected the end that would come to Manila. And Erni was angry: this anger was mixed with anxiety and excitement.

The wrist joint of Yusunjian rotated violently, and then stopped in an instant; the emergency stop caused a strange sound of the linkage device. Erni clenched her fists, and the veins on her neck bulged - she could feel the trembling like an electric shock, this was a dangerous signal, and all the hairs on her body stood up.

The swordsman frowned, revealing her snow-white upper molars - her sneer was still ferocious, murderous and sharp:

"You're a Qi Refiner, right? Show me what you're capable of!"

At this moment——

Manila has not yet had a horrible crater blown out by Fang Bailu's Dantian energy furnace, nor has the crater been turned into a muddy red lake by countless corpses and flesh and blood; nor has there been a spiritual storm that is about to invade from afar, triggered by the Fangshu Empire, to wash away everything.

At this moment:

Erni held the ring-handled swords in both hands upright in front of her face and struck them together, causing sparks to fly out from their sharp blades.

There was no time to wonder what the strange background of the strange object rising behind him was...

Although Er Ni seemed aggressive, in fact, she still did not have a suitable plan on how to defeat or even kill these two enemies. How a swordsman could confront a Qi cultivator head-on has always been a difficult problem for New Malaysia and even the entire Southeast Asia.

As a former courier practitioner, Erni worked as a freelance swordsman for a while after leaving Bidair Express. Naturally, she also heard about how other swordsmen challenged themselves and took on jobs fighting against Qi Refiners.

The swordsmen would find out the opponent's daily routine in advance and plant poison on the remaining biological parts in the body of the Qi Refiner; they would also detonate high-yield bombs stuffed in the iron cushion when the Qi Refiner was in a trance; they would even offer high prices on the black market to trick other swordsmen into rushing to the death trap together, setting up a dragnet and encircling and killing the Qi Refiner with a numerical advantage of dozens of times.

The only thing he would not do is fight with a Qi-refining practitioner in a street fight. Such a swordsman would have died long before he could even hold a sword or a gun...

Even if they use either fair or extremely sinister means, most swordsmen are doomed to a tragic fate when they block the path of Qi Refiners.

There is a complete functional difference between the two——

Even the complete set of artificial meridians that New Malaysia once produced and became popular throughout Southeast Asia is not enough to make up for the gap. In a life-and-death struggle: compared with a Qi-refining practitioner, a swordsman's tolerance for error is too low.

If the wrist and elbow are grabbed, it means that the arm will be torn off at the root; if rare things that are never seen on the forehead and face are seen, it basically means that you will never see the sun again; sometimes, just being brushed by fists and palms will cause the skin to be torn.

But if it were the other way around... Swordsmen often carried only two weapons - cold weapons that carried the functions of artificial meridians, and firearms: and these firearms often did not have much destructive power. Especially compared to those Qi-refining practitioners who were proficient in smelting techniques.

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"That's what I said..." Erni licked her dry and cracked lips with the tip of her tongue, her heart pounding and jumping like a drum; "But I have to fight too."

She never liked to retreat - in most cases; not to mention: Erni was not an ordinary swordsman at all.

"Add Xiao Huang - it's a spirit, and it's pretty powerful. It should be able to fight!"

Hey!

Huang Wuye held his furry tail between his legs and huddled up, saliva dripping from his half-open mouth. He really looked like a frightened dog, except that the cracks in his fur had already opened and were about to deform his body again at any moment.

"Damn it, if it doesn't work out, I'll just find a chance to abandon Erni and run away! Anyway, this woman usually only bullies me..."

It sniffed and thought viciously.

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Chapter 269: Eighth Injustice (Part )

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"It's okay, it's okay... Even if you leave this world today, after a long time, we may fight each other to the death again like we are doing now."

The nun named Thamos once again shed two lines of salty tears from the empty eye sockets in the center of her mask. Unlike her bizarre appearance, her voice was soft and gentle, but it was a little sharp because of her thinness.

"In the not too distant future...everything that is now will no longer exist...everyone will have a chance to start over, and we will no longer have to endure pain."

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Ouch?

Master Huang Wu withdrew his sharp gaze from Tsumos and cast a questioning look at Erni beside him:

"What does she mean? Has she gone crazy?"

Before he could get a response, Master Huang Wu lowered his voice and muttered the next question through his sharp teeth:

"Otherwise, just run away. A crazy Qi Refiner is more difficult to deal with..."

"Alright, alright, Gouzi! If you run away without trying your hand first, where can you escape to?"

Erni waved her hands wildly at Master Huang Wu as if to drive him away; but she also agreed with part of what Master Huang Wu had just said:

"Is this woman crazy? What nonsense is she talking about?"

Erni rolled her eyes, her pupils almost bulging into her head: But this time, she did not taunt the Qi Refiner opposite her -

"Hey! No information, doggie?"

She nudged Master Huang Wu with her calf and asked softly. Compared to an old-fashioned person like herself who had never met a few Qigong practitioners, Master Huang Wu's database in the digital space might be more trustworthy. Master Huang Wu bared his teeth and protested to the two Qigong practitioners - but his pink gums had already quietly peeled off, revealing the complex and dense mechanical structure and interconnected circuits underneath:

"I don't know about the one on the left...but the one on the right, the one on the right! The one with a lot of words on his head is a fully artificial body cultivator; the master fought with him in Manila...and got beaten to a pulp."

"All-round body..."

Erni certainly knew what these three words meant in terms of function and strength. She adjusted her breathing gently and slowly, letting the dry and hot air around her fill her body:

Boom... Boom, boom, boom!

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The heart beat faster and faster, and the heartbeat became as loud as a war drum; it was even clearly audible in her ears. Receiving the signal sent by Erni through her breathing rhythm, the modified and modulated sinoatrial node adjusted the rhythm and frequency of the heart, and the myocardium contracted and relaxed fiercely; pumping arterial blood with a much higher oxygen content than ordinary people to the limbs and bones.

Erni's heart rate has exceeded 200 beats per minute. This is not a heart rate of too high, but the body is preparing for the battle at hand: in the past few months, Erni has added many interesting "gadgets" to her internal organs-

From biological capsules that regulate the secretion of endogenous hormones and neurotransmitters, to a second set of miniature organs that can temporarily maintain internal circulation, and even the newly produced "Five Internal Organ Gods" that re-adjust and replace the hematopoietic organs and blood throughout the body...

At least in short-term encounters and conflicts, Erni's physical explosiveness has been raised to a whole new level - at least in terms of the body's motor function, it is enough to compete with Qi Refiners in an explosive state.

But Erni also knew that being able to keep up with the opponent's speed did not mean being able to "hurt" or even "kill" the opponent.

She did not choose an external UI visual interface to control her body more intuitively - instead, she modified and adjusted the triggering conditions to "breathing" and "body rhythm" that could better integrate with her original combat habits: this also enabled her to completely control her body, which was no longer the same as before, in a short period of time.

In addition, she was also happy to prolong the confrontation time - there would be enough time before the real fight so that she could organize her thoughts: Erni would not die here!

Although she had only fought against a Qi Refiner once, and it ended in a big defeat... Er Ni was still confident that she could win. After all, she had changed a lot in the past few months: the tip of the Jade Bamboo Shoot seemed to sense the ups and downs of Er Ni's mind, and it started to spin more fiercely.

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But Erni remained calm and thoughtful, because in addition to adjusting her condition to the peak, what was really important was intelligence and information.

The "Comos" and "Zhaojizi" on the opposite side were as strange-looking as most Qigong practitioners: the appearance of Qigong practitioners was often deeply connected to their minds and the Taoism itself. Erni had gained a lot of experience from the last time she fought with a Qigong practitioner with real swords and guns - she was thinking and planning carefully in her heart.

If she really fought with these two weirdos, it would be the second time. The last time, Erni accidentally ran into the "outer sect Taoist priest" Anbennola and paid the price of an arm.

If her many years of courier career - and even becoming an ace courier in the end - had given Erni any experience in fighting against Qi Refiners... Mr. Huang Wu was right: the most cost-effective option was not to fight against Qi Refiners.

It was too late to cram at the last minute: now all I could do was collect as much information as possible during the battle, and then formulate a strategy to defeat the enemy...

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Suddenly—

With his arms around Zhao Jizi, Zuo Moshi quietly raised his right index finger, pointing it at Erni and Huang Wuye.

"coming!"

call out!

Huang Wuye, who was already extremely tense, seemed to have a trampoline with extremely strong elasticity appearing out of thin air under his four feet: almost at the moment when the somos pointed at him... he arched his back high and bounced into the air, drawing a line diagonally to the side and flying straight out -

Erni did not move quickly to avoid the attack: instead, she stayed where she was, with her feet slightly bent; her arms were tense, ready to swing the knife at any time.

In fact, Mr. Huang Wu's seemingly cowardly behavior of withdrawing from the battle actually suited Erni's wishes.

The initial strategy she had roughly planned was to maintain her position and distance by moving around, and then find the right opportunity to launch a defensive counterattack: compared with the two opponents who were almost like conjoined twins and inseparable, she and Master Huang Wu had the advantage of flexibility.

If the Qi Refiners did not have any special Taoist methods, they could at least reduce the probability of both themselves and Master Huang Wu being hit by the other party at the same time. Even if one of them was hit, the remaining one would be able to obtain some information and intelligence - and could always maintain a side that could lock onto the opponent's side or back to keep the attack contained.

In addition, Erni has never had any tactical cooperation with Huang Wuye - if two "people" engage in close combat with the Qi Refiner at the same time, they might hinder each other.

Therefore, it is necessary to disperse.

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Chapter 270: Eighth Injustice (Part )

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but……

There was no lightning that burst out from the holes in the fingers, nor was there a dart that was controlled by magnetic force and ejected from between the fingers.

Instead, it was like some tentacle invisible to the naked eye was emerging from the fingertips of Somos, crossing a distance of nearly twenty meters in the blink of an eye, and then touching the back of Erni's neck.

It was a kind of pain like being pricked by a needle, and also like being stroked by a feather: this slight tingling and pricking sensation came from the offensive defense wall that Erni had built for herself to resist magical powers; it was warning Erni -