Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

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Cang Yangzi's holographic projection was like a water surface hit by a stone, with ripples flashing across it. The ropes in its hands, which were sometimes thick and sometimes thin, were all broken into two pieces.

No matter what method it used to block Zhaojizi from thousands of miles away, it failed in the end.

Having broken free of his restraints, Zhao Jizi no longer had any obstacles. He turned around and swung his sword, the pale grey blade twisting and trembling as it cut towards Fang Bailu's throat.

Fang Bailu looked at the gray metal that was about to take his life, and felt that everything had slowed down: he seemed to be able to see rows of raindrops being cut by the unparalleled sharpness and turning into smaller water balls.

He stretched his neck back as hard as he could, draining every last bit of strength from his body to avoid the impending death. Until the moment when his consciousness faded, Fang Bailu did not want to give up his existence:

"Damn it, I'm doomed. I wonder what the environment is like in the memorial box? Is there any chance of resurrection--"

……

The rain burst.

A fist that glowed white and looked like fine jade hit the iron sheet on Zhao Jizi's cheek:

With the collision point as the center, a spherical hole appeared in the dense raindrops in the deep alley. The vertical curtain composed of countless water drops suddenly rolled up and flew out horizontally in the direction of the fist. The passing time seemed to be stagnant for a moment, as if a frame of the video was removed...

When Fang Bailu blinked again, Zhao Jizi had disappeared from his sight. Only a gust of wind blew through the dirty water, shaking his body and almost falling down: from the right, there was a heavy sound of collision and collapse, like a mine detonating in the sea, and it seemed that there were several unfortunate walls on the path of the Iron-faced Qigong practitioner. The tip of the sword that was going to cut his throat had already flown into the ruins with Zhao Jizi.

The figure in black Taoist robes staggered to a stop in front of him, with half of his right calf sunk into the ground. Cracks grew from his calf to the sides, extending to Fang Bailu's side.

呲——

The joints of Anbennola's right shoulder, elbow, and wrist were like a boiling kettle, trembling and emitting cinnabar-colored steaming hot mist; even the carbon fiber Taoist robe could not block it, allowing it to melt into the surrounding raindrops.

She turned around, and the dark red light on her full-face mask pierced through the rain and mist, flashing into Fang Bailu's retina: "Give it your all! Give it your all!"

It was as if the object was not a human body, but was filled with melted rouge: several streaks of red that looked like blood flowed out from the junction of the mask and the neck, and merged into the rain on the surface of the Taoist robe.

"It's not hurt."

Anbenola uttered a mechanical, dry synthesized voice and stated it with certainty.

Chapter 106: Dao Dou Dao (Part )

The hot, iron-smelling air penetrated Fang Bailu's nostrils. It was the red mist steaming out of the Anbenola joints. He raised his hand, grabbed a handful of raindrops in front of him, and rubbed them on his fingertips:

A faint pink mist spread across the fingertips - the mist was blood.

Fang Bailu put down his hand and shook his head:

"I'm not seriously injured, I'm just hungry and my legs are weak."

"How long can you hold on..."

In the puddle beside Anbennola's left foot, a stream of red water was spreading outward: it was flowing down from the full-face mask along the Taoist robe.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, Anbennola definitely did not have a minor problem like ruptured capillaries due to recoil.

Coupled with the constantly flashing "full strength" warning... Although this earth-shattering punch knocked Zhao Jizi away, Anbennola was not completely unharmed.

In the alley, deep scratches on the wall, shop signs that disappeared out of thin air, gravel and holes on the ground formed a long path, which was the track left by Zhao Jizi after being "launched" by a punch. The end of the track was a huge and deep dark hole sunk into a residential building - several cables and light boxes hung down weakly, emitting a bunch of white light spots on the scattered steel and concrete blocks on the ground.

It looked like a heavy truck with a drunk driver had just plowed through this narrow alley.

"Zhao Jizi should have lost his fighting ability...right..."

Thinking of the carriage weighing dozens of tons falling in the subway tunnel, Fang Bailu was not sure about the outcome. He hesitated for a moment and pointed at Anbennola's red neck:

"How about you? Are you okay? Your blood..."

Anbenola shook his head and wiped the blood from his neck with the rain:

"It's just a little kickback, don't worry."

Fang Bailu remained silent and began to think about other things:

"Where's Jie Shouzhen? Cang Yangzi is missing too..."

It seemed that since Anbenola appeared, this guy had not been seen again. He used to be jumping up and down happily. And Cangyangzi also disappeared after his Taoism was frustrated and he failed to stop Zhaojizi, as if he was a ghost that had returned to the void.

Anbenola pulled his right foot out of the pit he had stepped into, reached his relatively stable left hand into his arms, and took out a square box the size of two palms: "Eat something first, as a cushion."

Fang Bailu took the exquisitely crafted iron box and looked at it carefully.

"This is my midnight snack."

"Could it be something like a bento..."

His eyes were red and his stomach was rumbling - Fang Bailu felt that he had been drained of the three yang meridians of the foot, as if he had not eaten for three days and three nights.

"Yes, yes! The diet of a Qigong practitioner must be very different." God knows how long he has not eaten normal food. The "dishes" he had at the Compassionate Knife Restaurant, which were dyed with holographic light to create "color" and "fragrance", were the most delicious delicacies he had tasted in the past few years.

Fang Bailu curled the corners of his mouth with his tongue and opened the lid of the box——

In the box lay a few round pills and neatly arranged test tubes: an indescribable pungent smell filled the air.

……

"By the way, if your digestive system hasn't been modified, you can only eat this." Anbenola leaned closer and touched one of the pills with an uneven surface that looked like it was made of dirt. "If you eat the others, you won't be able to withstand the effects of the medicine and your gastric mucosa will be perforated."

Fang Bailu pursed her lower lip, but still reached out to take the mud ball that looked like the one made by Jigong when he was scrubbing his bath.

Unexpectedly, the pill felt heavy in my hand, like a piece of iron.

"It's okay. It probably smells bad but tastes good..."

Fang Bailu was well versed in food: no matter what it was, since it could be put into the food box of a Qigong practitioner, it couldn't be too bad. Besides, in all these years in Kuala Lumpur, he had tasted a lot of things.

“Ugh!!”

For a moment, an indescribable taste exploded in his mouth...

Has anyone ever tasted the dung balls pushed up by dung beetles?

The moment the pill entered his mouth, a memory from hundreds of years ago suddenly flashed back to his mind: During the summer vacation in elementary school in his previous life, his playmates in the countryside were keen on picking up dung balls in the bushes and throwing them at each other. Among them was a urchin who was unlucky and got a dung ball in his mouth...

Fang Bailu felt that the unfortunate child's feelings at that time were probably not much different from his own.

He wanted to spit out this indescribable horrible taste, but the pill literally melted in his mouth and flowed straight down his esophagus into his stomach. Fang Bailu could not spit out anything except his smelly saliva.

"You... usually eat this kind of food?" Fang Bailu wiped away the snot and tears on his face; "I'm sorry for your hardship. I'll treat you to a meal when I'm free."

Anbenola carefully closed the food box and hid it in her arms again. She scratched her mask with her fingers, seeming a little uncomfortable:

"No, I have no sense of taste anymore."

Fang Bailu didn't think that his words offended her, but he didn't know how to respond. In the end, he just let out a long breath:

"This guy paid a lot of price..."

Although it tasted extremely bad, the effect of the pill was immediate: a warm feeling surged up, the stomach that had been twitching and wriggling due to hunger calmed down, and bits of strength emerged from the legs.

But the rapidly expanding feeling of fullness did not stop, and in a short while he felt as if he had just drunk ten cans of beer, and his stomach was full.

"This pill contains about 5000 calories, which is enough for you to burn off for a while."

"One pill has so many calories?! How much do you normally eat?"

Fang Bailu frowned, and suddenly thought of a possibility:

"Qingyun Temple now has unlimited right to self-defense against me. The person in charge seems to have gone into hiding. If they attack you as well... will the research institute be held accountable?"

Xie Shouzhen also threatened to deal with himself and An Bennola here... Compared with when Fu Yisheng met Mr. Kui, this was too unscrupulous. And he was not even a Qigong practitioner.

Anbenola pointed at the Taoist robe that was so black that it blended into the night:

"It's already been done to me."

Fang Bailu then discovered that there were several cuts on her Taoist robe. The sky was dark and strange things were happening, so Fang Bailu didn't notice it.

"Several swordsmen were lying in wait on my way here, trying to stop me." Anbenola stroked his trembling robe sleeve with his left hand. "I killed six of them, and one escaped."

"No wonder. I was wondering why it would take Anbennola so long to get here from the oil tower... Turns out there are ambushes." Fang Bailu frowned as he recalled the previous battle; "I didn't have enough money before, so it affected my thinking."

He had thought of this possibility when he had been circling around for a long time but hadn't encountered any swordsman.

"But as long as the leaders of the other party don't meet me directly, I can find a way to shirk responsibility afterwards. After all, we are a company. Let's get rid of them... It's better not to have them haunt you like a thorn in your side in the future, and I will have less reputation to show for myself when I attend the seminar."

"By the way, I've seen the swordsman who ran away before. He was——"

She suddenly stopped talking and looked towards the other end of the alley:

A ball of light mixed with black and white swayed and flew out of the deep pit created by Zhaojizi. It passed through the arc of light from the broken cable and the stream of light from the light box, and stopped in the misty rain.

Fang Bailu saw clearly that it was a butterfly sketched with landscape brushstrokes - it fluttered its wings, which were larger than a palm, and looked at the two people in the rain.

Zhao Jizi followed the butterfly, stepped over the concrete ruins and walked into the pouring rain.

The iron sheet on his face was like a folded page of a book, and the rivets that were used to fix it had loosened, revealing a half-covered pale face. There were no protruding or concave facial features like those of ordinary people, only crooked eyes, nose and mouth that looked like they were roughly drawn by a naughty child with a marker.

There were still bubbles like dialog boxes floating above his head, but they were empty, without all the various cartoon patterns like before.

"This guy...what on earth is going on..."

Although Fang Bailu didn't think that Anbennola's punch could defeat Zhao Jizi, this scene still made Fang Bailu shocked.

"Boss Fang, protect me." Anbennola rolled up his sleeves, revealing his right arm which was covered with cracks and had patches of skin sticking out. "I'm going to open the altar and break his hibernation."

Chapter 107: Dao Dou Dao (Part )

When Fang Bailu is free, he will write and draw on the screen of his workbench with a marker; this is a small habit of his to help himself think.

When he saw Zhao Jizi's face under the iron skin, he was immediately attracted by the unusual facial features - it really looked like someone picked up a marker and painted it with crude painting skills, and there were even traces of ink smudges. But the "canvas" was clearly intact skin...

Fang Bailu frowned, and suddenly made a judgment about Zhao Jizi's indestructible body: "Even if it is still a human body, it is almost a complete prosthesis. At least the facial features and face have been replaced. No wonder he is crazy, is he possessed by a demon... Is his alchemy practice not enough, or has he practiced a secret technique?"

He felt that there was no brain tissue left in Zhao Jizi's body - no matter what kind of brain it was, it would be impossible for it to issue commands to the body after experiencing all the previous shocks.

If I had copied my three souls and seven spirits and put them into Niwan, would the situation be the same?

Fang Bailu stared at Zhao Jizi, turned his head slightly, and urged An Bennola behind him softly:

"Whatever you want to do, do it now. He...may not interrupt you now."

He was very sure about this because Zhao Jizi's attention was not on Fang Bailu and the others at all.

The butterfly drawn in ink fluttered and landed on the wall: it almost merged with the water stains and cracked walls, just like street graffiti carefully drawn with a brush.

Zhao Jizi staggered forward, stumbling with his hands and feet, even worse than the drug addicts wandering the streets during the day. Fang Bailu felt that his attention was not on himself or on Anbennola, who had hit him on the face.

He raised his hands high, groping for the mist upwards. His dark arms searched alternately, and the air currents and rustling winds created by his heavy swings tore a hole in the rain.

Fang Bailu looked in the direction of Zhao Jizi's hands: if you draw a straight line in the direction of his face, that would be where the butterfly stayed.

Is he catching butterflies?

"Before, all the strings in Cang Yangzi's hand broke, and it seems that it started when this butterfly appeared..."

What on earth is that? Judging from the landscape painting that makes up the wings, it is definitely not a real thing.

Fang Bailu opened his eyes wide, but in the heavy rain and fog, he couldn't see many details.

"But I can't care less. I'll leave the puzzle to be solved later..."

For now, it seems that all we need to do is let Zhao Jizi stay in this sleepwalking, confused state:

"Why don't you use your sword today?"

Anbennola's "Orchid Grass" is much more accurate than a "mobile phone" because of the sword holder's nervous system. Zhao Jizi can predict his own sword path, but he may not be able to keep up with the "Orchid Grass"...

Seeing that Anbennola did not answer, Fang Bailu turned around:

She was stomping her toes again and again, digging hard into the already messy road surface.

The Ambenola spun around, like she was performing an unrecognizable dance in the rain. Her toes traced intertwined straight lines, and in a moment, a picture scroll appeared on the ground.

Squares and straight lines were interconnected, and rainwater accumulated in the newly added holes in an instant - what she stepped out was a tree-like diagram.

"Aren't you going to practice? Why are you making a mind map on the spur of the moment..."

However, Anbennola always liked to perform some magic that made him confused, so Fang Bailu just let her do what she wanted.

The face shield in his pocket was shaking. Fang Bailu took it out, and the light spots on the screen were gathering here in twos and threes: the corpse soldiers controlled by Xie Shouzhen with the formation were jumping over the streets and alleys, pressing towards the two of them.

"Although the guns have been locked by Cang Yangzi, if they form a formation and attack together... I can't handle it alone."