Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

If this "sword" hits, it can cut the Qigong practitioner in two. However, considering Anbennola's cybernetics, this will not kill her.

Fang Bailu did not hold back: without a "selfie stick" as the "handle", it was extremely difficult to cut Anbennola. Besides, she was not that easy to deal with -

Anbenola took a step forward, digging her five fingers deep into Xiaoxin's ribs. She raised her hand, grabbed the boy in front of her, and blocked Fang Bailu's sword.

There was a crisp crackling sound in the store, as if a bundle of dead branches was really broken by someone's foot: this was the sound of Xiaoxin's ribs being crushed by Anbennola.

"Hold!"

When the "cell phone" was about to hit the respirator covered with fangs, it suddenly turned out of an arc and sank into the alloy bulletproof plate of the counter.

Chapter 135 Stars (V)

Guluuluulu...

Suddenly, a boiling sound like boiling water came from the respirator covered with fangs.

In an instant, the green smoke turned into deep red, as if there was evaporated blood mist lingering in the air.

Xiao Xin pushed against the wall with one foot and rolled his body suddenly. He put the five fingers of his unmodified arm together and chopped at the ribs that were grabbed by Anbennola with his palm.

The fingertips had grown into sharp nails at some point, scratching across his ribs.

The muscle that Anbenola's five fingers were deeply embedded in was cut off by Xiaoxin himself. Strangely, no blood splashed out of it.

call!

Freed from his confinement, Shin turned his neck in the air: spherical sticky smoke separated from the respirator as if blowing bubbles.

flutter!

The red smoke stuck to Anbennola's mask - she suddenly raised her hands and waved them in front of her face: judging from her somewhat helpless movements, the smoke could actually block several of the mask's permanent detection mechanisms.

Ordinary smoke could not block her sight.

"Kill her!"

Shin-chan raised his head and the respirator made a sing-song cry.

At some point, Erni had already jumped behind Anbennola. She tightly grasped the ring-handled sword that was originally placed in the corner of the shop, and her posture was a little deformed because she had not yet adapted to the weight of the "Jade Bamboo Shoot".

Two canine teeth were pierced into the lower lip, and the blood oozed all the way to the chin. The upper and lower arms of "Jade Shoot Point" were bent into a strange angle - normal human limbs could not be folded into that shape.

Fang Bailu couldn't see with his naked eyes how Erni had slashed out with the sword.

In the previous moment, Erni was still retracting her arms to gather strength; in the next moment, the blade of the long sword had already cut Ambennola's neck.

The elbow joint of "Jade Shoot Tip" must have stored extremely terrifying kinetic energy. This posture is extremely clumsy, but it can cut the knife faster than she has ever done before.

Ding!

With a crisp bang, Anbennola's mask was "knocked" away by the knife - perhaps because Erni had not yet fully mastered the "Jade Bamboo Tip", or perhaps because Anbennola tilted his head slightly to avoid the knife's path, the slash failed to succeed.

The crimson fog followed like a shadow, hitting the wall along with the flying mask, and then slowly dissipated.

Anbenola's face was exposed to the air again: her thin lips, which were as sharp as a blade, were tightly pursed, and her green eyes were burning with rage.

Although Erni's blow failed to hit Anbennola's cervical vertebrae, the huge impact still caused her to stagger slightly, and she almost tripped over the prosthesis at her feet.

"Now is the time..."

Fang Bailu opened his eyes wide.

The body of the prosthetic index finger blossomed like a flower bud, leaving only the last joint at the end.

The tip of the finger popped out silently, with a thin bundle of nerves attached to it. It flew slowly and headed for the back of Anbenola's neck.

Click——

The fingertip embedded into the Qigong practitioner's spiritual orifice, then opened outward and got stuck.

“Connected!”

Although the time, location and manpower were not satisfactory, Fang Bailu finally achieved the tactical goals in his plan.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on an action movie, and this short, fierce fight came to a halt.

This was within Fang Bailu's expectations: as long as "Shou Niang" was the person he guessed, Anbennola would definitely stop at this time.

"Little ghost! You won't die, will you?"

Erni had no expression on her face, and stared at Anbennola without blinking. Clusters of tiny blood flowers were rhythmically emerging from the connection between the "jade shoot tip" and the flesh.

There is a price to pay for rashly using a prosthetic limb that you haven't fully mastered.

Xiao Xin shook his head: there was a piece missing from his ribs, and there was a little pale white mixed in with the pink muscles - that was not fascia or tendons, but bone fragments left by Anbennola. Perhaps it was the mysterious effect of the relic respirator, the muscles were slightly squirming, squeezing out the fragments piece by piece.

Anbenola shook her head, shaking out her short blond hair that blocked her view. She seemed to have given up on continuing:

"You linked me to yourself."

The little finger shot out by the prosthesis is not a very scary weapon. It is just a simple neural pipeline and a quick-connect access plug - but only the Drowned Ghost can make it so delicately.

Fang Bailu tapped the electrode on his temple and signaled to Anbennola.

"'She' should have told you... what I am in the digital space, right?"

He leaned against the handrail of the stairs and put his hands, which were shaking due to excessive nervousness, into his trouser pockets.

"Calm down, let's talk. Otherwise, I'll drag you into a 'funny' trip."

A few days ago, Fang Bailu had planned to "subdue" Anbennola and cut off her connection with Shouniang... To this end, he prepared three plans, this is one of them:

After being transformed by the Drowned Ghost, Fang Bailu can use his prosthetic body as a transit node and "go online" with the other connected party - thereby forcing the other party to face his electronic body and the unparalleled amount of information in the digital space.

Fang Bailu got the inspiration from his biggest fanboy Cang Yangzi: the Qigong practitioner's external incarnation was said to have shattered into powder like a bubble when he looked directly at himself.

If even its Yin Spirit cannot be resisted, then Anbennola, who is not proficient in Yin Spirit practice, will be even more unable to resist.

But she is very likely to suffer permanent brain damage as a result - so the original target of this "move" was to destroy the "Shou Niang" who was "summoned by the spirit".

Of course, this should be done after making all the necessary preparations...

Instead of being forced to act like it is now and then succeeding by luck.

Although the situation was dire, Anbennola still held back. If she had targeted herself at the beginning, the battle would have been over by now: Fang Bailu's natural body would not be much tougher than glass in her hands.

But this Qigong practitioner was determined to kill Shin-chan.

……

Anbenola bit his lower lip hard and shook his head:

"...You always have some new tricks every time."

The cold voice was heated up by anger and became more lively than before.

She stared at Fang Bailu, the fire in her eyes still burning:

"Tawake (asshole), I was trying to save you! You don't understand at all—"

"help me?"

Fang Bailu was stunned, and then he could no longer suppress his anger: he was really fed up with this kind of self-righteous behavior.

He pounded the wall hard, and roared even louder than Anbenola:

"Fuck it, why don't you explain clearly what's going on! Or are you just following orders and acting like a puppet?!"

Anger exploded in Fang Bailu's heart like a bomb - most of the problems could be solved through communication and exchange, so why did they insist on going their own way and not listen to others?

He staggered down the stairs, pointing his finger viciously at Anbenola:

"That's enough! If it weren't for——"

Gah, gah…

Before he could finish his words, a strange noise came from the ceiling, accompanied by the rustling of dust.

Fang Bailu raised his head:

The large hole that the prosthetic had dug in the second floor floor was now splitting in all directions.

Boom!

The brand new visualization machine, dragging along countless pipes, fell from the hole and landed on the floor of the first floor.

The hardware store's ceiling, which was already in disrepair, could no longer withstand the repeated torture.

Fang Bailu, who was still in a dizzy state, could no longer stand and fell to his knees on the heavy pipes.

"If you can't explain it clearly, let 'her' speak! Tell me what's going on!"

He picked up the helmet that had fallen to his knees: his hands felt solid, cold and heavy.

Fang Bailu grabbed the smooth mask and shook it violently. The mirrored material reflected his face with bulging veins and spit flying:

"There's a visualization machine right here! Summon the spirit! Let 'her' come out and explain clearly!"

His knees were hurt by the coiled wires, and the Taoist bun on top of the mask fell apart with his rough movements.

His face was numb from the rage - in a daze, Fang Bailu felt that the scene before him seemed familiar.

"... Got it. I'll do the trick."

A sound like ice flakes colliding came from beside him: it came from Anbennola who took off his mask.

“The third contemplation: nothing is gained.”

what……

Fang Bailu recalled the scene he saw in the visualization machine not long ago: he clearly knew the direction, but how come it was realized?

He stared at the visualization machine blankly, at a loss.

Anbenola's voice seemed to come from a distant place:

"Otherwise, this time, you can just talk to 'her' directly... There are many things that I can't explain clearly."

"All we need to do is connect the visualization machine's neural lines to the mask..."

Chapter 136 Don Quixote in the Small Room (I)

This was already the third time of visualization, and Fang Bailu gradually got used to the experience of wandering between nothingness and reality.

Every time, he appears in a different scene...and this time is no exception.

Fang Bailu lowered his head: the light from the incandescent lamp shone on his palms, shirt, and overalls; the pungent aroma of air freshener mixed with shower gel wafted from his nose.

Unlike the previous two visualizations, this time he had a body.

This is a not very spacious one-bedroom apartment: the living room and bedroom are connected, and there is only an independent bathroom located in a corner of the room, with blurry frosted glass as the exterior wall.

“Although it’s not big, it’s still quite cozy…”

"Hey, pretty boy! What are you daydreaming about?"

A teasing female voice interrupted his thoughts. It was a playful voice: the clear voice was forced to become rough.

Shou Niang was sitting on a soft lazy sofa, her hands hugging her knees and her back against the end of the bed. In front of her was a small folding coffee table and on the wall was a wall-mounted TV, about a 43-inch model.

Everything in this small room is more similar to the era of Fang Bailu's "previous life".

She blinked her green eyes and waved towards Fang Bailu:

"You're here! Welcome, welcome!"

"it is as expected."

Looking at Shou Niang's face which was exactly the same as An Bennola's, Fang Bailu was not very surprised.

She was not wearing the carbon fiber Taoist robe that Fang Bailu had long been accustomed to, nor the full-face mask that she never took off. Her short light blond hair was neatly tied up, and a few strands of hair covered the "yin fish" and "yang fish" pinned on her earlobes. The oversized nylon T-shirt was printed with a faded "Doraemon" pattern - Shou Niang also stuffed her knees into the T-shirt, which looked very funny.

"Sit anywhere! Sit anywhere."

Shou Niang patted the mattress behind her, and the fluff flew everywhere.

Fang Bailu glanced around and finally chose to sit down at the end of the bed - it was soft to the touch, and it was his favorite spring mattress.

He took a deep breath of the dizzyingly heavy aroma in the air and got straight to the point: