Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

During his first visualization, Fang Bailu saw a scene that might be the "future".

The exhausted shop owner once said to himself:

"There is no God in calculation, only the demon of Raspus."

"The future...the destined future?"

……

It was as if lightning had struck his head - some horrible, madman-like conjecture was born in Fang Bailu's mind:

The visualization machine is not calculating, modifying and refining the practitioner's alchemy method.

They will record every operation, even those "visualizations" that have not yet occurred, and capture the results of the analysis at a later time.

"The elixirs that are more advanced than 'Foundation Building' cannot be 'injected' at all... because they don't exist 'now' - the elixirs tailored for each person are in the foreseeable future."

Fang Bailu suddenly realized that he had been confusing cause and effect, reversing the relationship between cause and effect:

Qigong practitioners do not actually improve their own cultivation through visualization.

To what extent will the alchemy method be finally analyzed, what kind of unique Taoist fruit will be produced by practicing, and what kind of magical powers and spells can be mastered...

All this was already destined.

No wonder there is no "master-disciple" in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association: the master and Taoist tradition of every qigong practitioner actually come from their future self.

……

The pale, twinkling "stars" gradually faded away, perhaps representing the success and end of this visualization.

Fang Bailu floated in the lightless air, rising and falling. The nothingness around him made it impossible for him to tell whether he was in the depths of the universe - or trapped in the center of a nutshell?

The stimulation of this huge amount of information made him continue to think:

Is the live drama currently being performed in Kuala Lumpur what Fang Bailu had speculated? And are the characters appearing in it the ones he had speculated?

"The future... the future is predetermined."

The clues of the past lay like pearls in the wet sand by the sea, and now there is finally a new necklace that can string them all together:

Shou Niang understands the "hometown dialect" from the distant past that should only be understood by Fang Bailu.

She also knows her identity as a living dead and the secrets of her awakening.

There was also the "mobile phone" that he had never even noticed, hidden in the handle of a recliner in a hardware store.

And she chose Anbenola as her agent...

"Fuck it, I was wrong before!"

The conclusions I drew based on scattered intelligence were only part of the story - just like a computer inputting incorrect parameters, the results would only be incorrect:

Shou Niang is not a star official at all, nor is she a fellow villager of mine in terms of time.

She is clearly——

……

vomit!

Fang Bailu pulled out the needle from the back of his hand and spat out the sour water that was rising in his throat.

He shuddered, his body shaking uncontrollably: this was not just a side effect of the external elixir.

Everything seemed the same. But Fang Bailu knew that his soul and body were now compatible with a primary prosthetic limb.

Squeak!

The glass door downstairs was pushed open, and the heavy rain rushed into the hardware store along with the strong wind. The poor sound insulation in the store allowed him to clearly hear the sounds on the first floor even on the second floor.

It was a mechanical, dry, and unrelenting synthesized sound that Fang Bailu had heard countless times:

"Boss Fang, is he here?"

Chapter 134 Stars (Part )

The glass door was swaying back and forth in the strong wind outside the store, but Anbennola's Taoist robe did not move at all.

Fang Bailu held onto the handrail of the stairs: There couldn't be a worse time. The effect of the external elixir hadn't worn off yet, and he felt as if someone had poured a bottle of liquor into his nostrils, and maybe even into his cerebral cortex.

Erni bent over slightly, her back half arched, and her "jade shoot tip" unconsciously dug on the floor - she looked, inexplicably, like a mother wolf protecting her cubs.

She stared at Anbenola with her eyes wide open, and her jawline was straight, obviously clenching her teeth.

"Have these two people met before? Why is Erni so hostile? Or is this her intuition..."

From Anbenola's full-face helmet, it was impossible to tell where she was looking:

"It's you? You're not dead, and your hand is still connected. You're really lucky."

A dry voice floated out from the mask, revealing an inexplicable sense of playfulness.

Compared to the strange "chat" that Anbenola suddenly said, Fang Bailu was more worried about Xiaoxin who was leaning against the corner of the store -

"Shou Niang" wanted his life.

Fang Bailu tried his best to calm down: After knowing what happened to "Shou Niang", many things can be discussed...

Besides, Anbenola might not recognize that this was the target she and Shou Niang were looking for.

"Why are you here suddenly? Do you want to talk to me?"

"I've gotten your visualization permit, and I also brought you the Pandan Method from the research institute."

Anbennola turned his mask towards Fang Bailu and tilted his head slightly:

"I didn't expect you to find someone so quickly. Is it the child? I didn't bring a petri dish. Are you prepared?"

Fang Bailu shuddered all over and raised his hand quickly:

"Wait a minute! Let's talk first, then-"

A hint of bright color shone through Anbenola's cuffs - that was the brilliance emitted when the flying sword "Orchid" took shape:

"Boss Fang, you don't know how important this matter is..."

flutter!

As she exerted force, a lump sank beside her feet. It was the anti-slip groove that Xiaoxin had chiseled out earlier.

"Damn it...why are you so stubborn!"

This was not the ambush site that Fang Bailu had originally planned, but he couldn't care less at this moment.

He raised his head and shouted at the fastest speed:

"recover--"

At the corner of the ceiling and the end of the counter, the recording that Fang Bailu had prepared long ago sounded simultaneously—

“Factory delivery!”

"set up!"

A total of three speakers are connected to Fang Bailu's throat microphone, and the corresponding voice trigger mechanism is set up.

This was to prevent Fang Bailu's speech from not keeping up with Anbennola's sword.

The light that was about to fly out from Anbennola's sleeve suddenly disappeared: a round tube slid out silently and fell to the ground.

That was the sign that "Orchid" had recognized the voiceprint of the Sword Master - Anbennola's customized "Sword Spirit" and "Weapon Soul" were all ordered to be disintegrated and washed away, returning to the state of waiting to be refined.

Erni, who was half squatting, curled up and then stretched out suddenly with the strength of her waist and abdomen.

The movement was so familiar and fluent, as if he had already thought out the attack method thousands of times in his mind.

The "Jade Shoot Tip" picked up the cement blocks that had been crushed into powder, and with the elastic force of each of the seventeen joints of the fingers, shot them towards Anbennola.

boom!

Rows of shelves were hit by the shotgun-like force and fell down one after another; the garbage and waste materials piled in them flew everywhere.

Erni's attack missed because Anbennola had already rushed forward like a cannonball.

She ignored Erni who was closest to her, and also ignored Fang Bailu who was standing on the stairs.

In the blink of an eye, Anbennola knocked aside the shelves that blocked the store and rushed towards Xiaoxin who was at the other end of the hardware store.

Her Taoist sleeves rolled up with the huge momentum, revealing her crystal clear right arm. She put her index and middle fingers together to form a sword gesture, aiming at the new throat.

If it hits, the boy's entire neck will probably be blown into pulp.

But something broke faster—

boom!

Directly above Anbenola, the fragile ceiling of the hardware store exploded.

Fragments of cement, plastic, and aluminum sheets fell like rain, and a heavy human figure was wrapped in smoke and dust:

The prosthetic fell from the second floor of the hardware store, with its limbs spread out in a "big" shape to cover as much area as possible. Fang Bailu was not sure whether the prosthetic would land on Anbennola's head just right.

Her speed was too terrifying.

when!

The frantically dancing hands of the prosthesis hooked onto Anbennola's elbow, making a sharp sound of metal collision. The Qigong practitioner's unparalleled charge was interrupted by the massive mass of the prosthesis and the potential energy of the fall.

But this only caused a momentary stumble.

Anbenola slammed her right foot into the ground to stabilize her unbalanced body. Her right upper arm and right forearm, as smooth as warm jade, clamped even tighter, firmly fixing the prosthetic hands. She twisted her hips and swung the prosthetic body in a semicircular arc.

Boom! !

The prosthesis smashed a round hole in the rough cement, and cracks spread around like a fleeing snake. The whole store shook with the impact, and the peeling paint almost slipped into Fang Bailu's eyes.

Dedededede…

The newly repaired prosthesis was twitching at a high frequency, and the back of its head kept hitting the ground. This fall damaged the artificial spine that the Drowned Ghost had just replaced.

Cold sweat slid down Fang Bailu's forehead: no matter how many times he had seen it, Anbennola's strength and speed still exceeded his expectations.

I thought that the prosthetic body could buy me some time, just like when I subdued Master Huang Wu...

He tried hard to concentrate - the prosthesis was still shaking, but his wrist moved in response.

The killer weapon can still be used.

"Just a moment to activate that thing! Just a moment will do!"

Anbennola turned around and turned back to his target: but the brief fight just now had given Xiaoxin time to react.

Blue-gray smoke spewed out of Xiaoxin's respirator, split into two streams and spread out on the ground.

buzzing-

The sword and the holder engaged with each other and swirled at high speed, the edge of the blade becoming a blurry shadow. It enveloped the surrounding smoke, like a tornado condensed into a real object.

Shinji bent his leg and stepped into a horse stance, while his other leg stepped back. Then... he drew his sword!

Anbennola raised his deformed five fingers and moved towards the sword.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

Sparks shot out from the collision between fingers and sword, leaving a few burn marks on the wall that had just been painted a few days ago.

Ping!

With a final crisp sound, the impact stopped.

Anbenola held the blade firmly, as if it were just an ordinary steel pipe. Then she gently clenched her fist - the blade silently deformed, squashed, and bent into scrap metal.

"Get away!"

Fang Bailu shouted.

He raised his other elbow and hit the gripper. After a slight "click", he removed the gripper and let Anbennola hold the lonely sword and prosthesis.

He leaned back—

呲!

The "cell phone" brought about a terrifying wind pressure, and the blue-gray smoke was rolled into a vortex, and then blown away by the airflow. It drew a long trajectory and slashed towards Anbennola's torso.