Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"There's something here..."

The hairs on the back of Fang Bailu's neck stood up, and a chill ran from his tailbone all the way up to the top of his head.

Ping! Ping!

Short clashes were heard, as if someone was hitting two daggers against each other - along with the clanging of metal, a stream of light shot out from the outer sect Taoist's alchemy room and danced around the outer sect Taoist's body.

There was a white trail behind the flowing light that lingered for a long time, like the contrail left by a fighter jet flying past.

With the sound of flapping wings like a bird, the stream of light cut, chopped, and severed everything around the outer sect Taoist priest.

The plastic foam cracked and shattered piece by piece, then turned into powder before hitting the ground and dispersed with the wind.

In a breath, all the body-shaping foam turned into flying snow and was blown towards the whole Kuala Lumpur by the howling wind.

The cage that had just trapped the outer Taoist priest so tightly that he could not move no longer existed.

The stream of light passed through the pouring rain and quietly hovered beside the outer sect Taoist priest. The raindrops seemed to be avoiding it, sliding around the stream of light in an arc.

The five-colored light shone on the outer Taoist priest, making him look like a holographic poster.

The light gradually dimmed, and Fang Bailu saw its true face.

It was a long, thin round tube, about the length of a forearm, with an extremely smooth surface - various colors shone through it.

Deep blue, scarlet red, navy blue, goose yellow, and moon white bloom from the circular tube as the center, yet continue to flow around it.

The various colors vaguely outline a Han Dynasty sword: the sword body, hilt, sword tip, and sword head are all complete, but they are blurry like smoke, like a photo with extremely low resolution.

Flying sword.

This is a man-made flying sword.

Fang Bailu gently licked the empty groove next to his big tooth: the next moment, a mixture of 5cc of sedative and concentrated modafilin was injected into his body through the implant capsule on the inner wall of his mouth.

This is an emergency mechanism he set up using autohypnosis: when his mental state fluctuates drastically, he can instinctively activate this implanted gadget and use drugs to maintain the stability of his thinking.

This was the first time he had seen with his own eyes this kind of magical weapon that people had restored from various fictional works. The shock caused his various physical indicators to soar drastically, automatically activating the emergency mechanism.

There are many rumors about man-made flying swords.

It is said that before the blackout, countless flying swords were produced, assembled, packaged, and shipped from factories all over the country as children's toys, fitness props, and competition supplies, and a very small number became military weapons.

Now that knowledge and tradition have been lost...

The flying sword spun, danced, and jumped, emitting waves of distorted human voices:

"Tongmeng...Toys Company...thanks for your purchase! Tongmeng...Toys...Company thanks you for your purchase!"

The soft and intermittent female voice muttered softly, as if she was still thanking an unknown consumer.

"Tongmeng Toy Company..." This is a toy-grade flying sword.

In the olden days, this was just a toy for children to play with and stimulate their minds.

But now——

Fang Bailu glanced at the empty surroundings of the outer sect Taoist priest and laughed:

A 1cm thick plastic foam is enough to withstand the impact of 100 rounds of .22 caliber bare lead bullets without deforming. In other words, an old Glock pistol can fire more than ten magazines on the plastic foam without leaving even a dent.

The layer of plastic foam that had just wrapped the outer sect Taoist priest must have been several dozen centimeters thick, right? Now not even a crumb was left.

What was once a toy is now the most terrifying destructive machine.

As the tranquilizer and concentrated modafil gradually took effect in Fang Bailu's body, his heartbeat, which had been beating like a drum, slowed down. The fatigue caused by the surge and fall of adrenaline surged into his heart, but it only made him calmer.

"Master, your flying sword has not been repaired yet, right?" Fang Bailu straightened up, as if the flying sword that could cut through anything was not worth mentioning. "Aren't you afraid that it will be completely scrapped if you use it so carelessly?"

The intermittent and distorted fault sound and the blurred sword shape on the outer circle of the flying sword all show that the flying sword is in very poor condition.

Moreover, if Fang Bailu guessed correctly...

"Unregistered...user! Unregistered...user! The...trial...time...is...about to expire." The flying sword circled around the outer gate, and there was a hint of anger in the soft female voice.

"really."

Most of the flying swords circulating in the new century can only be operated in trial mode, unless they are unearthed in brand new packaging.

A flying sword in this trial state, if not cracked and the software reset, can only be used for a few minutes to a few hours each natural day.

This kind of cracking and resetting is called "refining".

As for the information about blacksmiths or mechanics who were able to refine artificial flying swords, Fang Bailu had only heard a little bit in the entire New Malaysia.

The flying sword in trial status is not only time-limited, but its output power is also extremely unstable.

It has only been a minute or two since the flying sword was unsheathed, but the trial alarm has already sounded: the flying sword in the hands of the outer sect Taoist is probably in the worst condition.

The flying sword spun around, performing a maneuver similar to a fighter jet's "barrel roll," and then hovered beside the outer sect Taoist's head, level with his eyes.

The five-colored lights flashed in turn, illuminating the outer Taoist's right eye with layer upon layer of brilliance.

He did not respond to Fang Bailu's words, obviously not wanting to waste the limited trial time left on the flying sword.

"Can the evil-repelling talisman stop it?"

A question flashed through Fang Bailu's mind——

The falling rain rolled back and formed a half-meter-high water curtain, which flashed with colorful lights, like Gothic church glass, magnificent and unusual.

Bang! The water curtain and rain hit the maintenance ladder together.

The right sleeve of Fang Bailu's rubber raincoat broke silently at the shoulder and slid to the ground.

The five-colored light circulated around and returned to the outer Taoist priest.

Before he could finish his thought, the flying sword had already traveled back and forth over a distance of ten meters, cutting Fang Bailu's sleeve in the process.

"Did children in the past play with toys like this?"

Fang Bailu wanted to make a joke, but couldn't laugh.

"It seems that my flying sword is still better, isn't it?" The outer sect Taoist's tone revealed a clear sense of joking. Since his mask was damaged, the emotions in his words were no longer as difficult to discern as before.

Fang Bailu knew why the sword did not cut off his head directly: the outer Taoist priest was conducting an experiment.

Test the flying sword and the evil-repelling talisman to see which one has higher authority.

If the flying sword's authority level is not as high as that of the talisman and it is rebounded, the outer sect Taoist priest will at most lose one sleeve.

"There are 30 seconds left in the trial. Let's start the countdown: 30, 29..."

Intermittent sounds came from the flying sword.

"Time is limited, so no more pleasantries. We'll talk in the petri dish. Goodbye, Boss Fang." The outer sect Taoist priest bowed slightly.

The next moment, the tip of the flying sword, which was shone with five-colored light, stopped in front of Fang Bailu's nose. It stopped, but the rain it brought up splashed all over Fang Bailu's face due to inertia.

Before Fang Bailu had time to wipe the rain off his face, he heard shouts from the flying sword at the tip of his nose:

"Do not use on other citizens! Do not use on other citizens!"

"High-risk gameplay warning: The system is locked... Please use your identity code to unlock it."

The light around the flying sword dissipated instantly, and the slender cylinder fell to the ground of the maintenance ladder with a "thump".

The outer sect Taoist was stunned, and Fang Bailu was also stunned.

"what happened?"

Fang Bailu leaned over to pick up the fallen flying sword core, and sat down on the ground with a plop. He pointed the flying sword core to the outer sect Taoist priest:

"Aren't you going to fight?"

Fang Bailu was a little tired. He was not a swordsman, he did not yearn for the adrenaline-fuelled battles, nor did he want to find his own value on the brink of life and death.

Fang Bailu, who had just had his skull nearly cut off by a flying sword, just wanted to have a good sleep after surviving a life saving blow.

No matter why the flying sword suddenly turned back into a piece of scrap metal, Fang Bailu regarded it as some kind of revelation and luck.

Now Fang Bailu can't kill the outer Taoist priest, but the outer Taoist priest holds his biggest secret.

The outer sect Taoist priest was unable to break Fang Bailu's evil-repelling talisman, and the flying sword fell into Fang Bailu's hands.

Not to mention that the outer Taoist priest's arms were completely disabled, even if his limbs were intact, as long as Fang Bailu threw the flying sword to the side of the oil tower, it would probably take the outer Taoist priest several years to get it back from Kuala Lumpur.

No matter how worn out a flying sword is, it is something that is hard to come by in this era.

"Master, I think we can cooperate."

The outer sect Taoist priest seemed to have recovered from his previous daze and chuckled:

"Boss Fang, I have your big secret in my hand, and you beat me up like this... Do you believe me when I say we should put aside our past grudges?"

There was a hint of mockery and anger in his laughter, and it was unclear whether it was directed at Fang Bailu or at himself.

Fang Bailu felt that since the mask was broken, the outer Taoist priest had become more and more human.

"I can help you completely refine this flying sword."

Hearing Fang Bailu's words, the outer Taoist stopped laughing.

Fang Bailu had a guess since the flying sword stopped at the tip of his nose. If the guess was correct... helping the outer sect Taoist to refine this flying sword would be a piece of cake.

A completely refined flying sword, even if it is just a toy grade, an outer sect Taoist should know the value it represents.

After a long silence, the outer sect Taoist sighed, and the resentment gradually faded from his tone:

"Hey...what do you want? You know I won't let you perform any memory-wiping surgery on me."

The outer sect Taoist priest did not doubt whether Fang Bailu could refine the flying sword, and it seemed that he already believed it.

Fang Bailu holds the secret to reviving the living dead, and he is probably already bound to and symbiotic with the outer sect Taoist priest. Fang Bailu himself knows this.

But he had other plans.

"I want to know your real name and the answers to some questions." Fang Bailu turned the cylindrical core of the flying sword in his hand. "Is this the minimum standard for cooperation?"

"You are a Qigong practitioner, and I am the best middleman on A Luo Street. You know me...my secrets, and I can help you refine your flying sword. Since we can't kill each other, let the secret be the basis of our cooperation, isn't it?"

"One more friend and one less enemy is good for both of us."

Fang Bailu was serious. A dead body might be sold for a lot of money, but a dead Qigong practitioner could bring about a catastrophic disaster.

And a Qigong practitioner as a partner? Harmony brings wealth, isn't that wonderful.

The rainstorm never stopped.

The outer sect Taoist priest walked to the wall, leaned over and pressed his dislocated right shoulder against the metal outer wall, and pushed hard—click! With a sound that made one's teeth ache, his shoulder joint was reset.

He stretched his right arm, put his broken right hand in front of his eyes and looked at it, then looked at Fang Bailu calmly, his eyes seemed a little complicated:

"Okay. You convinced me."

The outer sect Taoist priest inserted his intact index finger into the gap of the mask, hooked it, and lifted the mask off.

The raindrops fell on the outer sect Taoist's short blond hair, sliding down along his smooth and full forehead. The water drops flowed over his two sword-like eyebrows and long eyelashes, but avoided his deep green eyes.

A drop of rain hit the high nose bridge and rolled down to the slightly upturned nose tip, finally quietly passed through the two pale pink thin lips and stopped on the slightly pointed chin.

The true appearance of the outer sect Taoist priest is a young woman who appears to be in her early twenties.

He, no, it was she, who bowed slightly to Fang Bailu, her emerald eyes emitting a faint light in the darkness.

She spoke softly, her voice clear and cold, like the sound of ice breaking:

"I am YasumotoNora, Anben Nora."

"Boss Fang, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Chapter 9: In the Alchemy Room (Part )

Fang Bailu stood in the alchemy room. The cold wind wrapped in rain rushed in from the big square hole, making him tighten the collar of his rubber raincoat.

The alchemy room of the outer sect Taoist priest—no, Anbennola—can even be described as extremely simple, completely different from the messy and chaotic Fang’s hardware store:

Measuring cups, measuring cylinders, and flasks were neatly arranged on the laboratory table according to their capacity. The test tube table was filled with prepared liquid pills that the Qigong practitioners took when they were practicing. A Tai Chi diagram was sprayed on the ceiling, and a few nerve lines were hanging from the huge visualization machine in the center. They should be used by Anbennola to assist in opening up the meridians when he was practicing. There was an iron cushion in the middle of the floor, which could stabilize the mental state of the Qigong practitioners through the wavelength emission lines extending horizontally from it.

Apart from the training tools used by these Qigong practitioners, there was nothing else in the entire house.

Although Fang Bailu was not a Qigong practitioner, he knew all these things well: these were all purchased by Anbennola through Fang's Hardware Store. However, Anbennola did all the transportation, assembly and installation herself, so Fang Bailu didn't know the location of her alchemy room before.

Anbenola walked through the alchemy room and leaned her tattered left arm on the laboratory table. She began to reset the bones one by one from the fingers, and seemed to have no intention of talking to Fang Bailu.