Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The blood on the outer sect Taoist's mask was blown away horizontally by the wind, leaving several bloodstains.

He pulled up his sleeves and wiped it slowly and carefully.

"Didn't you notice any blood on the mask? Perhaps the outer sect Taoists don't rely on their naked eyes to see things..."

There were several times when the outer sect Taoist's robe sleeves completely covered his head, but Fang Bailu did not attack. If his guess was correct, I'm afraid that covering his head would not affect the outer sect Taoist's observation of the surrounding situation.

Fang Bailu watched the outer sect Taoist priest wipe his mask several times with his left and right sleeves alternately, feeling somewhat puzzled:

"The outer sect Taoist priest is quite protective of this mask. But why is he so careless when killing people?"

The outer sect Taoist loosened the straps of his Taoist bun, and his nerve lines danced like snakes, like the banshee Medusa in the mythology of the old century.

"Boss Fang is really good at this. The Yanshi Club's reserve members were dealt with/destroyed by you in just one move." The outer sect Taoist's voice was still clear through the heavy rain, but his strange habit of saying multiple words at the same time sounded a little blurry.

"Didn't the outer sect Taoist see my evil-repelling talisman? I didn't expect that the evil spirit was from the Yanshi Club..."

Fang Bailu's heart trembled.

The night rain was getting heavier, falling endlessly from the sky. Thousands of raindrops hit the metal outer wall and maintenance racks of the oil tower, making a sound like the low groan of a giant.

"Without the Immortal Master's help, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble." Fang Bailu raised his eyebrows and deliberately lowered his voice. Mixed in the sound of the rain, his voice was as thin as a mosquito. This was to test the sensitivity of the outer sect Taoist's hearing to the amplitude of the sound.

But what he said was half true. If the outer sect Taoist priest had not taken action just now, it would have taken a lot of effort to completely get rid of the evil spirit.

"Boss Fang is a truly respectable man, not at all greedy for credit." The outer sect Taoist put his hands into the sleeves of his black Taoist robe and pointed his head towards the large hole that was cut by the Yin spirit with the single-molecule silk thread. "This alchemy room has been reinforced. How did Boss Fang open it?"

The interference of the sound of raindrops, the distance of nearly ten meters from the sound source, and the deliberately low volume did not affect the outer Taoist priest's ability to hear Fang Bailu's words clearly.

"And he didn't even notice that I was deliberately lowering my voice... or did he simply not care?" Fang Bailu couldn't help but curl his lips: the situation began to turn into what he had planned.

"Single-molecule silk thread." Fang Bailu pointed to the air outside with his lips. "It wasn't made by me. It was... the 'probationary member of the Yanshi Club' you mentioned."

"Spider Cut?" The outer sect Taoist tilted his head back slightly, seeming to be very surprised. "Boss Fang can even counter Spider Cut. He is indeed a hidden talent."

Spider cut is the Japanese name for single-molecule silk thread. Interestingly, this is something that Chileans invented, but the nickname given by the Japanese is more well-known.

Fang Bailu spread his hands and shrugged: "Master, the backlash of forcibly escaping from the tortoise breath should be healed. How long do we have to talk nonsense?"

The outer sect Taoist priests were not the type to be so nagging. Considering Fang Bailu's previous experience of him holding her neck while talking, he was definitely stalling for time.

In addition, it didn't take much effort to crush the half-broken body of the Yin spirit. Fang Bailu dared to conclude that the outer sect Taoist priest was forced to break out of the turtle hibernation state and was backfired by the redundant data.

But... Fang Bailu's plan to defeat the outer sect Taoist priest required the outer sect Taoist priest to be in relatively good condition. This was also the reason why he chatted with the outer sect Taoist priest.

The outer sect Taoist stood quietly in the rain, his dark mirrored mask like the entrance to a bottomless abyss. The raindrops swirled in and hit his robe, then bounced off without leaving a trace. This was the effect of the curved surface of the robe, and if a bullet hit it, it would probably be the same.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to Fang Bailu. "Boss Fang, you are smarter than I need. As for the things before the 'big blackout' era, I'd better wait until I put your head in the petri dish before asking you. It's really troublesome to keep your body."

Bang! The two balls of rain water at the outer sect Taoist's feet exploded into circles, and the alloy maintenance ladder floor sank downwards - that was the recoil caused by his kicking the ground.

The outer sect Taoist priest rushed towards Fang Bailu through the rain like a cannonball or a hunting cheetah.

The two were only ten meters apart, and in less than a blink of an eye he had already covered half the distance. Fang Bailu, who had not undergone dynamic vision enhancement, could hardly even catch the movements of the outer sect Taoist priests in his eyes.

But Fang Bailu doesn't need it either.

Boom! The outer sect Taoist priest who was charging suddenly tilted his body and hit the metal outer wall beside the two men, and was embedded in it due to the impact.

A small rocker arm emerged from Fang Bailu's chest pocket, with a metal flower spinning on it: this was a medium balance disturbance device.

It can cause disturbances in the vestibular organ of the cochlea through sound waves of a specific frequency, resulting in spatial adaptation syndrome.

For ordinary people, there will only be a short period of dizziness. But for people with modified nervous systems, it is a completely different matter: their nervous systems are much more sensitive.

It is impossible that a person with the reflex speed of an outer Taoist priest has not undergone neural modification surgery.

The outer sect Taoist struggled out of the metal pit, holding the mirror mask with both hands: he had not yet gotten rid of the dizziness caused by space adaptation syndrome.

Fang Bailu reached into his backpack and pulled out a rectangular block that was as thick as his forearm. He shook his hand, and the block opened its axles with a crackling sound, and instantly expanded into a gun.

This is a subsonic sandbag gun. It looks a bit like an old-fashioned shotgun, except that the barrel and gun body are flatter and shorter.

He rested the butt of the rifle against his shoulder and aimed the crosshairs at the center of the outer Taoist's torso.

Puff! With a low, muffled sound, the high-fiber sandbag bullet flew out of the chamber, leaving a hole the size of a fist in the rain.

The sandbag hit the outer Taoist priest's robe and bounced away gently as if it was pinched by an invisible hand.

The kinetic energy generated by the old-fashioned lead azide primer had no effect on the outer Taoist priest - the impact was dissipated by the curved structure of his Taoist robe.

The outer Taoist priest didn't even move his body.

Sandbag guns are generally used in urban areas to suppress riots. They fire sandbags filled with iron sand instead of bullets. This type of sandbag can only cause blunt force injuries and is unlikely to cause fatal injuries. Although Fang Bailu's sandbag gun has been modified to greatly increase its initial velocity, it still causes very few casualties to external Taoist priests.

Fang Bailu had no intention of relying on the force of the impact to kill the outer sect Taoist priests.

"Sizzle—" With a sound like a balloon deflating, countless bubbles gushed out from the popped sandbags and wrapped around the torso of the outer Taoist priest!

In an instant, the outer Taoist priest's neck and below seemed to be covered by snow, leaving only his head on the snow. The foam became solid and hard, tightly adhering the outer Taoist priest and the maintenance frame together.

This was originally an emergency quick-drying material used to build foam roadblocks, but after being modified by the blacksmith, it can be fired through a sandbag gun. Once it is fixed, even an elephant will have to wait for two hours.

"The turtle has been caught, and the next question is how to crack open its shell."

Fang Bailu slung the sandbag gun across his shoulder and slowly walked towards the outer Taoist priest.

Chapter 7: The Waterfall

Fang Bailu put the back of his hand in front of his eyes and took a look: a faint yellow light was flowing on the skin - the effect of the talisman was still there.

The outer Taoist priest's neck and below were wrapped in body-plastic foam, but his head was still half-lowered and shaking, as if he was still troubled by the space adaptation syndrome caused by the jammer.

But Fang Bailu knew he was pretending - the jammer was only to give himself time to fire the foam bullet, and his vestibular disorder should have passed long ago by now.

The outer sect Taoist priest was like a turtle now: the Taoist robe and the fully enclosed mask on him were not easy to deal with. At least with the resources Fang Bailu had, he would have to work on the workbench for a while before he could break them open.

If you can't break a shield, use a sharper spear to break it.

And this spear does not necessarily have to be your own.

Fang Bailu's figure was reflected on the outer Taoist priest's mirror mask: the two were already very close.

Fang Bailu raised his sandbag gun - he knew that sandbag bullets could not hurt the outer sect Taoist priests at all, but he had to pretend:

If the outer Taoists still have some strength to spare, now is the time to take action.

Snap! A piece of plastic foam exploded from the right side of the outer sect Taoist's body starting from his shoulder, and fragments as hard as iron flew in all directions.

His right hand, as smooth as jade, was as fast as wind and lightning. He put his middle finger and index finger together to form a sword gesture and stabbed towards Fang Bailu's neck!

"Here it comes!" Fang Bailu's heart couldn't help but rise to his throat -

The outer Taoist's right hand moved slower and slower. It didn't seem like he was moving in the air, but rather in some sticky liquid.

Just when his right hand was about to touch Fang Bailu's carotid artery, he stopped.

Although it was a dark night covered by heavy dark clouds, the hand of the outer sect Taoist priest was still covered with a layer of warm jade-like brilliance. This reminded Fang Bailu that this hand was not created by nature, but came from human wisdom.

The right hand slowly rotated 180 degrees, driven by the wrist and the forearm, while the middle finger and index finger remained together.

Then, he slowly but firmly stabbed the outer Taoist priest himself!

"Use his spear to attack his shield."

"Whoever plots against me will suffer the consequences." Fang Bailu silently recited the prayer from the ritual when he activated the talisman to ward off evil spirits.

What Fang Bailu was betting on was that the outer Taoist priest's prosthetic body was a product of the new century and its authority was not as high as that of the talisman.

He made the right bet.

The skin on the outer sect Taoist's right hand was originally smooth and greasy, but now it was faintly lit with silver lines, extending from the back of the hand all the way into the depths of the robe sleeve. Fang Bailu recognized that this was a modified microcircuit system.

As the right hand approached the outer Taoist's neck, a "crackling" sound was heard from the palm of his hand, and his fingers began to tremble slightly.

Fang Bailu did not intend to take the opportunity to attack or help the outer sect Taoist to kill himself: he did not want to accidentally interrupt the effect of the evil-repelling talisman on the outer sect Taoist. If he guessed correctly, a reflection would last until the original attack stopped.

The outer sect Taoist's mirrored mask flashed a dark red line, which kept sweeping back and forth from the top of his head to his chin. As his right hand kept approaching, the light on the mask flashed more and more intensely.

He was fighting with the evil-repelling talisman for control of his prosthetic limb.

Snap! The outer sect Taoist's middle finger wailed and bent backwards 180 degrees.

Then each knuckle of the middle finger twisted and dislocated, like an unfried dough stick. A few shiny threads protruded from the broken crack at the base of the palm, which seemed to be optical fibers: the right hand, which was previously seamless and almost invisible in the knuckles, was now completely unrecognizable.

Fang Bailu saw a few pieces of skin hanging from the crack, with an unnatural texture and smoothness.

"Is this material... a high-strength special ceramic?" Fang Bailu was secretly surprised - this is not an ordinary skin prosthetic material, and every square centimeter costs a lot of money.

Although the outer sect Taoist's middle finger had been bent upside down, his wrist and forearm still led the remaining index finger to pierce his carotid artery, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

The dark red lines on his mask, which were originally flashing wildly, were becoming dimmer and dimmer - in this local battle for control of limbs, the outer Taoist priest could no longer resist.

The red light on the mirror mask flashed a few last times and finally fell silent: the outer Taoist's remaining hand finally broke free from the shackles and rushed towards him.

At this rate of impact, it's probably not just a matter of rupturing the carotid artery and losing blood. I'm afraid the entire forearm will pass through the neck, smashing the cervical vertebrae and medulla oblongata into pieces.

The outer Taoist priest's neck was stuck tightly by the body-shaping foam, as if he was fixed in a guillotine, and he could not move.

If this hits, the outer Taoist priest will disappear from the world.

Click, click, puff - followed by a series of strange sounds, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the foam plastic on the left side of the outer Taoist priest's body and hit his right hand hard, which was about to break his neck!

The right hand was deflected upwards by the impact, avoiding the neck and just brushing against his mirror mask.

The wind from the index finger was as sharp as a knife, scraping a two-finger-wide crack on the mask.

The inertia of his right hand did not decrease, and it twisted the outer sect Taoist's entire right arm 90 degrees. Crack! There was a sound like a peanut shell breaking - his shoulder joint was dislocated.

"Damn it, it was just that close... What a monster!"

Fang Bailu cursed inwardly.

Only now did he see clearly that the black shadow was actually the left arm of the outer Taoist priest, or rather, the remains of his left arm.

Even though the left arm had been modified, it was still difficult to see with the naked eye: the arm was twisted and distorted, with broken bones protruding everywhere, and twisted into an extremely unnatural shape.

The outer Taoist priest should have used his muscles to forcibly break the left arm bone trapped in the body-shaping foam, and then used the strength of the trapezius and deltoid muscles at the shoulder to pull it out, and knocked his right hand away like a whip.

He now looks like a half-finished snowman:

The right hand that was originally as smooth and crystal as jade was now mottled and broken, and it was stretched straight behind his back due to dislocation; judging from the shape of the left arm, this hand did not have any intact free upper limb bones, and the radius and humerus were even sticking out of the body. Blood dripped out from the gap, staining the pale white plastic foam with a touch of red.

Snap! A bolt of lightning struck through the abyss of night in Kuala Lumpur.

In the instant of light brought by the lightning, Fang Bailu saw the right eye in the crack of the outer Taoist priest's mask.

It was a deep emerald eye, like a deep green pool. The long curved eyelashes were slightly raised, and a thin black eyebrow was tilted upward like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Hahahahahaha!" Laughter came from the crack in the mask of the outer Taoist priest.

The laughter was not as rough and dry as before, like the friction of metal, but crisp and sharp, like a piece of cut ice.

This is the original voice of the outer Taoist priest - the external voice changer also became ineffective as the mirror mask was damaged.

"I wanted to applaud, but I'll hold my hands back now since I have two hands like this." The outer sect Taoist priest spoke in a steady and calm tone, not looking seriously injured at all, and not seeming to feel any severe pain. "When I saw those little toys, I thought you would inevitably become mentally retarded when you revived."

As if it was not the mask that was broken but the chatterbox, the outer sect Taoist priest began to mutter non-stop:

"If you had the ability to hack into my body, you would have done it long ago. Why wait for me to hit you? And my right hand is not controlled by magnetism."

"Well, that's a means of counterattack. Ah, got it, the running record -" The broken mask of the outer sect Taoist priest seemed to be covered with a spider web, and it flashed red light weakly for a few times; "The authority of the right upper limb was covered by the 'Evil-Repelling Talisman' for 2.7 seconds?"

"It's actually a spell... Boss Fang, Boss Fang, how many secrets do you have? So, Spider Cut was also countered by you in this way."

"So your original plan was to attract my attention and then kill yourself with my own hands, right?"

"You also used these messy pieces of junk to fix my position, making it impossible for me to dodge your attacks... good trick!"

Chapter 8: Three feet of water in the box of our ancestors, once entered Wutan and killed the dragon

Every time the outer sect Taoist priest said something, Fang Bailu took a step back. Now the distance between the two of them was nearly ten meters.

Fang Bailu didn't listen much to the Taoist priest's long speech outside: there were certain signs and omens that quietly grabbed all his attention.

The air became thick and a buzzing noise sounded from all around.

His nose smelled a burnt smell, which came from the rapidly changing electric charge field around him.

The outer sect Taoist priest said nothing more, but just stood there quietly, bathing in the endless rainstorm. It seemed as if he had turned into a statue.