Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Fang Bailu stared at the horrific mark, but his feet did not stop at all and continued to move towards the rear of the subway car.

呲——

With a teeth-grinding cutting sound, the long, light grey blade pierced through the metal roof. A hand flashing with steel-like color, mixed with deep black and blue, inserted into the cut gap and lifted up half of the roof.

Then, a Taoist priest fell into the carriage: frosted iron sheet was fixed on 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 priest's limbs were all dark black metal with a faint blue glow, which contrasted with the light green robe he was wearing.

The words condensed by holographic light formed a vertical circle of light, hovering over his head:

"The sage has no fixed mind, but takes the people's mind as his own. He treats the good with kindness, and the bad with kindness..."

The slender blade at the sole of his foot sank into his leg, moving under the skin, through his waist and abdomen, and all the way up -

The Taoist reached for the back of his neck: Swish! As if he had just pulled out his spine and used it as a weapon, he pulled out the long sword from behind his neck. The blade was like a living thing, twisting and curling like a python.

"Zhao Jizi, there is no constant mind. Zhao Jizi, there is no constant mind. Zhao Jizi, there is no constant mind."

The light ring on the wheel beside his head that was playing the clips of the Tao Te Ching suddenly changed into a square rectangle, with fine lines similar to real paper - like a business card. Countless "Zhao Ji Zi, Wu Chang Xin" appeared on the "business card" in overlapping layers, like waves.

The “business card” changes again, becoming an ellipse with a playful hook, like a speech bubble of a cartoon character:

Inside the bubble was a cartoon-like Taoist holding a sword in one hand, and around him were scattered human heads—the painful expressions painted on the heads in bright colors were extremely vivid. Speaking of which, it looked like some kind of extremely bloody and cruel emoticon package.

"Zhao Jizi...his name? Is he a Qigong practitioner?!"

Fang Bailu took out his cell phone: This was the worst situation he could imagine.

Chapter 86 A Chase (V)

How does the other party see and search for the enemy? What attack method does he use? How far can he cross? Are there any weaknesses that can be identified?

This is the question Fang Bailu would ask when a new enemy appeared before him. The reason is simple: people nowadays are hiding many secrets - especially Qigong practitioners - and information is the key to winning a battle.

"Calm down, calm down... Don't fight a battle you're not prepared for."

This was not the first time he had faced a Qigong practitioner alone, but he still had an unshakable fear. Fang Bailu confronted the Taoist "Zhao Jizi" and scanned his body:

The iron sheet fixed to his face with rivets was definitely not for defense - the organs on his face were soft, and behind them was his brain. Blunt objects or impacts alone could cause him to have a concussion, not to mention that bleeding from his nose and mouth could easily enter his trachea and cause coughing.

Furthermore, it obstructed his physical vision: no one would deprive himself of the means of observation out of thin air.

"So you are limiting yourself in order to practice some secret technique, or..."

He remembered the name the security director had given to this "Zhao Jizi" - "rotten iron". Fang Bailu had never seen anyone so disrespectful to a Qigong practitioner, let alone someone from a subsidiary of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

"Interesting... a captured lone Qigong practitioner? That's not impossible."

The strange appearance of Qigong practitioners is not just for decoration: for those who pursue the unity of soul and body, the external characteristics are usually the manifestation of their alienated inner heart - their transformation and Tao fruits produced by alchemy also follow this law.

"The iron sheet nailed to the face... self-isolation? Autism?" He was puzzled: he knew too little about Qigong practitioners.

Fang Bailu took a step back, and the Taoist "Zhao Jizi" followed closely. The two stood at the head and tail of a carriage, about six or seven meters apart.

His heavy, shoeless feet made a fascinating sound when they hit the floor of the carriage. Even if you ignore the terrifying amorphous soft sword, the power of his massive limbs was like that of an excavator from the old days.

Fang Bailu believed that the biological structure of Zhao Jizi must have undergone subtle adjustments, and even most of the bones and muscles had been replaced: normal vertebrates would not be able to bear such a huge weight.

"Expression method." Fang Bailu thought, "Look for some clues from their expression method."

So far, Fang Bailu has seen three Qigong practitioners with his own eyes - the outer Taoist An Bennola, Mr. Kui, and the "Zhao Jizi" in front of him.

The modified "double voice" structure of Anbennola is for ritual chanting. Mr. Kui communicates through the text displayed on the face scarf - Fang Bailu suspects that this is related to the "little ghost" he raised - and Zhao Jizi...

Fang Bailu looked at the funny yet horrifying expression cast by the holographic light, and became more and more certain that this was probably related to Zhao Jizi's ability.

"Impermanence... Impermanence. What does that mean? Some kind of secret technique?" Fang Bailu couldn't help but hate himself for not learning more about this aspect.

He placed one hand on the door frame between the carriages, where the glass had already shattered: on the surface, Fang Bailu was holding the door, but in fact, he quietly threw the "mobile phone" in his palm out through the gap.

Fang Bailu chose a more reliable way to draw his sword - sneak attack. As the two of them confronted each other, the mobile phone was slowly moving along the side wall of the subway towards the "Zhao Jizi".

Because the phone was floating outside the car, he could not observe it with his naked eyes and could only roughly estimate the location of the phone based on his memory.

"Why isn't he attacking? Is he waiting for backup..."

Fang Bailu then noticed that the sound of gunfire coming from the front of the car was gradually weakening: the security forces of Qingyun Temple might have stabilized the situation.

"We can't put it off any longer—"

Fang Bailu was just about to take action, but Zhao Jizi took action first.

He held the long sword horizontally in his right hand and reached it under his left armpit. His legs moved forward and backward, forming a bow stance.

Seeing his movements, Fang Bailu subconsciously drew his sword——

Like a hummingbird, the "cell phone" flew into the car through the empty window behind Zhao Jizi. It made an elegant arc and turned in front of Zhao Jizi, stabbing straight into his upper right abdomen: Fang Bailu was aiming at his liver - as long as this "Zhao Jizi" still retained his human form, damage to his liver would immediately destroy his fighting ability. Attacking this position was sometimes even more effective than hitting the head and neck.

Fang Bailu was still confident that he could hit the fixed target at this distance.

At the moment before the "cell phone" flew out, a thought flashed through his mind:

"By the way, his posture doesn't look like an attack...?"

"Impermanence! Impermanence! Impermanence!"

The "emoticon" next to Zhao Jizi's head disappeared, and only the three words "impermanence" kept repeating, flashing like a warning sign.

Ding!

Zhao Jizi suddenly stood up and swung his right hand, which was holding the sword under his left armpit, to the side of his body - this was a backhand action like playing table tennis. With the crisp sound of metal clashing, the phone was knocked diagonally out of its trajectory and a deep hole was dug in the floor of the carriage.

Fang Bailu opened his mouth in surprise, but he didn't stop for a moment and turned to run to the back of the car. The phone dug a bulge on the floor of the car like a mole moving in the soil, and flew back into his palm. "Putting the sword away" was his most skilled move now.

"What kind of physical reaction speed is this?!"

Fang Bailu had an inexplicable thought: before he "drew his sword", Zhao Jizi was already prepared to counterattack.

"What's going on? Did you predict the move, or..."

No matter which one it was, Fang Bailu understood one thing: he couldn't continue to fight with this Qigong practitioner. Since he couldn't get rid of him quickly, it would be even more troublesome when the rest of the security team caught up. Not to mention that if he continued to fight, he would probably be the one who was eliminated.

"We must expand our depth and not be surrounded by them."

Boom! Woo-Eey-Eey

As they were running, the entire metal carriage let out a hoarse scream.

Fang Bailu suddenly felt that he had changed from running on flat ground to climbing a slope. This was not an illusion, the entire rear of the car was tilting upwards. He turned around: Zhao Jizi clasped his hands together and smashed them under his own feet - the huge potential energy made the car tilt upwards like a seesaw.

"With such high output, why not use some more efficient methods?"

He was a little confused: although he used the "cell phone" to protect his back, judging from the reaction speed that "Zhao Jizi" had shown before, he could easily find a gap to throw a throw attack on him - even if he didn't use the soft sword in his hand that was like a living snake, he could just pull off a chair and throw it at Fang Bailu to make him pay.

"This Qigong practitioner's intelligence seems to be somewhat low... Is he possessed by a demon?"

Judging from the transformation of "Zhao Jizi", his alchemy skills must have been quite advanced: the terrifying output power of his limbs is not something that ordinary prostheses on the market can achieve. Qigong practitioners usually have judgment and analytical abilities to match: it is said that in their brains, in addition to neurons, there are countless chips.

As the carriage tilted, Fang Bailu's legs began to slip - he had stepped on too much body fluids and fat in the guard room before, and now the grip of the soles of his shoes suddenly seemed insufficient.

Fang Bailu glanced at Zhao Jizi, who was walking towards him leisurely. His feet were deeply embedded in the floor of the carriage, and he walked on the inclined ground as leisurely as if he was walking up stairs. However, Fang Bailu slid towards Zhao Jizi because the angle of the ground was close to vertical.

"You need a foothold to jump out."

The "cell phone" flew out again and hovered at Fang Bailu's feet, forming an angle with the ground.

He jumped up and stomped his feet hard on the "mobile phone" screen that was suspended in the air - and then with the force of the recoil, Fang Bailu leaped diagonally upward. He curled up his body as much as possible and put his arms in front of his face to protect himself.

Bang! Fang Bailu smashed the glass on the rear door of the car and jumped out of the subway with debris all over the sky.

Chapter 87: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age Part (Part )

Fang Bailu twisted his body in the air, took off the two "night pearls" from his waist and threw them into the car window.

The person is in mid-air with no support and has to change his posture forcibly - this makes it impossible for the Night Pearl, a directional radioactive flash bomb, to aim at the target.

But he had no intention of blinding Zhao Jizi's eyes with this sudden bright light: it was still a question whether there were any visual organs behind that layer of frosted iron.

Fang Bailu closed his eyes and put his index fingers into his ears.

hum!hum!

An indescribable loud noise burst out from the two "night pearls", and even with the obstruction of fingers, Fang Bailu still felt dizzy.

The noise released by the "Night Pearl" is as high as 200 decibels, which is enough to cause normal people within the range to temporarily lose their hearing.

"If you can't see it, you should be able to hear it, right?"

Since Zhao Jizi could receive orders from the security chief, he at least retained a certain degree of hearing.

Fang Bailu, who was in mid-air, twisted his body with difficulty and landed on his legs. Although the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot provided him with powerful explosive power, leg strength and flexibility, it did not give him the muscle memory of how to land safely when falling from a certain height.

At this time, the tail of the carriage was stuck at the top of the tunnel, about six meters from the ground - if it were a house, it would be more than two stories high.

Only after installing Qinggong can one achieve the effect of lifting heavy objects with ease: Now Fang Bailu had to use his tactical rolling to relieve the force. He rolled out several circles skillfully, and the sharp protrusions on the ground track hurt his ribs.

"hiss!"

Fang Bailu rubbed his ribs and elbows, which were still in great pain, and stood up. He looked at the carriage behind him that had been baptized by the "Night Pearl":

The rear end of the carriage was raised and even embedded in the top of the tunnel's load-bearing wall - like a tilted coffin.

Then the coffin was opened:

Zhao Jizi's metallic hands lifted the hard floor and skin of the carriage as easily as an ordinary person lifting a door curtain.

He stepped onto the ground leisurely: the 90-gauge (90KG/m) heavy railroad made a strange creaking sound as he walked.

"It can't be... is it that heavy?" Fang Bailu's eyes widened: This is the specification of the rails that can carry passenger subways?

"...Tsk."

Although Fang Bailu did not hold high hopes for the "Night Pearl", he still felt a little frustrated when he saw Zhao Jizi not even shaking.

But he quickly cheered up:

"At least it proves that this Zhaojizi's entire hearing system has been enhanced, or he has a special way of balancing his nervous system."

In any case, I still got a little more information - stay curious about your enemies and opponents.

"Let me get to know you a little better."

Fang Bailu muttered softly: Every bit of information I collect makes this Qigong practitioner appear a little more vulnerable in my eyes.

"Besides... I'm not completely helpless."

He ignored his sore, numb, and swollen legs—the three yang meridians of the foot were already extremely tired from the continuous exertion, and there was a risk of the meridians being severed. He took the subsonic sandbag gun that had accompanied him through many life and death situations from his waist, and put the Zhaojizi into the crosshairs.

Fang Bailu fired two shots in succession: the first sandbag bullet was aimed at Zhao Jizi's iron-covered face, while the second shot was fired randomly.

This time, Zhao Jizi did not take the defensive posture seriously as before. He swung his right hand, and the soft sword extending from his palm cut the first sandbag bullet. As for the second bullet, Zhao Jizi seemed not to see it and let it fly over his face and hit the subway car.

"I ignored the second shot... Did you know you couldn't hit it?"

The tiny steel balls in the sandbags fell to the ground and hit the rails, making a tinkling sound.

"It protects the face, which means blunt force trauma is still effective... But the action was very casual this time. Zhao Jizi must have been able to sense the threat posed by the 'cell phone' to him."

Fang Bailu put down the subsonic sandbag gun and quietly looked at the "expression pack" above Zhao Jizi's head which had changed again: a head was pierced on the winding and twisting blade in the hands of the Cardodon master, and from the lifelike facial features, it seemed to be Fang Bailu himself.

"Are you angry?" Fang Bailu refolded the Kia Sonic Sandbag Gun, put it back on his waist, and looked up at the top of the tunnel's load-bearing wall; "But you can't deal with me today."

Zhao Jizi followed Fang Bailu's gaze and looked upwards together -

"The location is just right. We can say goodbye to this Immortal Master for now."

The carriage that had been hit and lifted up by him and stuck in the concrete of the tunnel was now pressing down on Zhao Jizi with great force: the huge potential energy brought about unparalleled wind pressure, blowing away the surrounding dust.

"Intelligence is very important. This Qigong practitioner is too stupid right now."

The two shots of sandbags just now were to cover up the mobile phone that was about to strike out again - Fang Bailu had already used his ability to do two things at once to the extreme. The "mobile phone" aimed at the position where the rear of the car was stuck in the concrete of the load-bearing wall, and completed its task: as long as the concrete around it was broken, the car would fall again.

Although Fang Bailu didn't know which company won the bid to build the Kuala Lumpur Metro, he had heard about how the alloy used as the material of the carriages was shoddy. In his previous life, an empty (no passengers) subway carriage weighed about 40 tons.

But in the current Kuala Lumpur Metro, the weight of a subway car is less than 8 tons when empty - this reduces traction energy consumption and cuts maintenance costs: as for the increased risk of derailment and accidents, not many people care.

And this 8-ton body weight, plus the gravitational potential energy when falling and Zhao Jizi's terrifying weight...

"It's all my own fault." Fang Bailu thought.

This confirmed Fang Bailu's previous guess: Zhao Jizi shot down the flying sword and sandbag bombs because he was responding to those "aggressive behaviors against him". In addition, due to his low intelligence for unknown reasons, he did not realize Fang Bailu's plan.