I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

"There are still 27 seconds..." He seemed to be knocking his head in distress, and after thinking for a while, he smiled: "I can give you - 100 lives~"

The bamboo knife was slammed into his waist by him, and the center of gravity of his body began to tug and fall, staring at him like a poisonous snake about to pounce.

"25 seconds..." The corner of his mouth curled up in a strange, almost crazy arc.

Whoosh!

Sima Zhezhen opened his eyes wide suddenly, and the nerves in his whole body tensed up to the limit.

--coming!

Face, back of the head, neck, heart, waist, crotch!

At that moment, Sima Zhe really fell into the monstrous storm surrounded by death, and he was like a solitary boat, struggling with all his strength in the raging waves, and he could only rely on the last bit of buoyancy to support him. will be overwhelmed.

Death, death, death, still death.

The moment the bamboo knife collided with the bamboo knife, it was blocked by the exhaust force, and then a huge shattering feeling spread from the tiger's mouth to the entire arm.

Good weight!

Snapped!

Holding on hard, Sima Zhe was really sweating profusely.

In the end...how many times did you die?

If he hadn't kept his hand, I'm afraid it would have been...

Clap!

The tip of the knife slammed against the ear, and another swift blow was aimed at the head.

A mere 25 seconds....

Sima Zhezhen was about to bite his own teeth into pieces, blood flowed from his nostrils and dripped onto the ground of the dojo, splashing a layer of red waves.

——Is it so long? !

Clap! !

"99...!" His voice trembled with excitement.

How could it be, even a single knife—couldn't be swung! ?

In Sima Zhezhen's nearly withered eyes, a bright light suddenly burst out.

The swordsman has his own final dignity, and he must not give up at this point, at least——

[Shinto Yixinliu Profound Truth! 】

"Xia sword eyes!"

Breathe out, stop the water for a moment.

Take the sword—draw the sword——

At least implement the original intention that must never be abandoned!

Then a deafening roar came from the throat:

"cut!"

The bamboo sword Zhezhen put into his waist waved out a three-color arc of light like a cloud of clouds. The sharp sword energy condensed and came out instantly, and he was slashing.

When crossing the dojo floor, it was easily smashed into pieces and dragged out into deep ravines.

This blow was so powerful that even a wall made of concrete and steel bars could be broken in one blow.

But Sima Zhezhen still made a mistake, a fatal mistake.

Standing in front of Sima Zhezhen is not an [ordinary person]

But the strongest in all fields of weapons——

Sword God!

"....one hundred!"

The wooden knife in his hand was not even blocked by the slightest bit, and the moment the trajectory of the swing touched Xia Jian's eye, it was cut in half.

It struck straight at the top of Sima Zhezhen's head.Thinking that even Xia Jian's eyes would be easily shattered by this blow, I'm afraid I will die here too.

Sima Zhezhen slowly closed his eyes.

but....

"To be able to fight against the 'God', it's worth it...it's worth it!" But in my heart, I let out a long and carefree sigh.

call out--

Snapped.

You can feel the tactile sensation of the bamboo knife touching your forehead, which is clear and clear.Even the cold sweat on his forehead was absorbed by the white cloth wrapped around the blade, and the fierce sword intent instantly turned into a wave, spreading from the top of his head to his whole body.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

.....

"Hey, wipe your nosebleed."

Then came such a voice.

what?

Opening his eyes, Cheng Rang seemed to be a different person in front of him. His black eyes were clean and transparent, sweeping away the madness before, and the bamboo knife he took back was firmly held in his right hand, and the few strands of white hair on the bangs on his forehead disappeared. .

He handed himself a white towel, and seeing that he didn't respond, he leaned forward again.

Sima Zhezhen took the towel and wiped the blood from his nostrils.Then, as if he had realized something, he suddenly knelt down towards Cheng Rang in front of him.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

Cheng Rang quickly bent down to help, but Sima Zhezhen still looked like he was being taught humbly.

"thank you very much!"

That sword, like an enlightenment, penetrated from top to bottom the blocked heart that had troubled him for many years.

But this was just a way for Cheng Rang, who had taken over his body again, to save Sima Zhezhen's life in front of him when the time was up.

After all, another self has just taken over this body, so it's not so important to start playing crazy.

【Hey~ I accidentally overplayed it, he can't die!People are still looking forward to using brand new weapons~]

The other self who returned to the body told me like this.

It was a sword that contained an extremely weak ray of the ultimate meaning of the sword, and it gave Sima Zhezhen a sword that felt like an enlightenment.

Contrary to the killing sword that kills life and death...

After finally pulling Sima Zhezhen who kept kowtowing in thanks from the ground, he immediately ran out of the dojo staggeringly, muttering something like "I have it, I have it!"

Leaving Cheng Rang standing here for a while, I realized that I should follow up, otherwise this place is full of password doors that require card swiping, and if they are locked, they can only wait for someone to come or hack all the way out .

Chapter 67 Melting

"Get out of the way, get out!"

Sima Zhezhen, who was wearing a white Taoist uniform, ran up all the way, with dried reddish-brown blood stains on his white collar, and pulled aside the researchers who came forward to stop him.

"The old man wants to forge the knife, now, immediately!"

In the office on the top floor, Cheng Rang, who was sitting on the sofa, scratched his head in embarrassment, while Sima Weizhi, who was sitting beside the desk, opened his mouth slightly and stared at Sima Zhe who looked like a madman and bumped around in the monitor. real.

"Mr. Cheng..."

"Accidents, it's all accidents! I can add more money..." The voice became smaller and smaller.

"No, you misunderstood me!" Sima Weizhi quickly waved his hands, "It's just that since that day, I have never been as excited as Grandpa Zhezhen is now."

"When?"

Sima Weizhi looked away from the monitor screen and swallowed lightly.

"Ever since Grandpa Zhezhen realized something and forged a magical weapon 'Jue Dao Xia Ying'...he never touched the forging platform again."

Killing knife · Snow shadow.... Absolute sword · Xiaying...

The names of these two swords seemed to have a certain pattern, making Cheng Rang pinch his chin to think.

Although the knife in Mu Geng's hand was just a fan iron, even in Cheng Rang's eyes, it was undoubtedly a good knife.

After all, the power system and mystery of this world are too low.

If it were to be described in another way, if the murderous knife Xueying in Tendo Kigeng's hand could be cut with blood, it could even have the nameless sword that can withstand one cut and kill, this kind of ability to infuse regular cuts.

Of course, just receiving the infusion doesn't allow it to be completely released.

But that's amazing enough.

And obviously, the weapon that came out of Sima Zhezhen's hands and was dubbed "Superior Saber Xiaying" is definitely not a mediocre thing.

"I'm looking forward to it a little bit..."

It was reported that it would take at least a few days to complete the forging of the weapon, so Cheng Rang planned to put down the deposit before looking for Zhi Ziying.

Yin extorted some funds, and after all, it sounded like the master would rekindle the fire for himself, so the cost would certainly not be cheap.

But Sima Weizhi returned the deposit.

"Grandpa Zhezhen did it himself this time, and I can't decide the price for the time being..."

Cheng Rang raised his brows slightly, and said clearly: "Is it because mere money can no longer be measured?"

"Based on what I know about Grandpa Zhezhen....He may be giving the soon-to-be-baked sword to you, Mr. Cheng."

"give me?"

"Well, I'm just a middleman now. Let's not talk about the financial matters for now." Sima Weiwei waved the folding fan in his hand and covered his face.

"But I'm curious about another thing, that is, how did Mr. Cheng get Rentaro-kun, who has been running away from me, to confess to me in person?"

Cheng Rang's eyes were erratic, and he seemed to be struggling to touch the back of his head.

"Well...you may have to be mentally prepared."

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When Rentaro was standing at the gate of the school panting, many people had already gathered around him.With the two quarreling in the center, people surrounded the city with a ring-shaped human wall.

Three girls walked past Rentaro.

"What's going on?" "Look at the man in the third class, it is said that he is actually a carrier of the original enterovirus!"

"No way, I seem to have been touched by her, what should I do?" "I used to dislike her, and I always felt that she was a little too smug."

Rentaro felt a sense of déjà vu and felt out of breath. He loosened his tie and walked into the crowd.

The content of the argument cannot be heard from here, but both are yelling, but the conversation unfolds in a one-sided way.

It seems that when the boy roared, the people around him shouted like cheering, while the girl roared, and what she cast was a deathly cold gaze, and a silence that was almost reproachful.

The moment Rentaro found Enju Aihara in the center of the crowd, he felt a nausea like wanting to vomit and covered his mouth.

It turned into a situation that Rentaro had been dreading all along. He forced himself to approach Enju, and there was a chest-thinning noise coming from around him.

"The guys with red eyes are really around us, why didn't the police drive them away?"

"It's disgusting. The pupils glow red, people like that. I hope they don't come to school."

"Don't run in from the outer perimeter!"

Who do you think is maintaining peace in the Tokyo area!Rentaro felt an urge to rush out of the crowd immediately and beat them all into the air.However, seeing their expressions, he also had to lower his fist.

Most of them just join in the fun, cowards who point fingers behind others just because they are different from themselves.

However, the rest of the people were livid and really afraid of being infected with the original enterovirus.

But they should know that as long as they have the correct knowledge, they will not be infected without receiving a large amount of blood transfusion from them.

Rentaro had seen the boy who was arguing in Enju's class photo, with a lively baseball boy's face, but now he was purple with anger, making a sharp voice and pressing on Enju step by step.

"My father, who has been addicted to alcohol since his leg was eaten by a gastrulation monster during the war, punches and kicks my mother! It's because you are killing my family everywhere..."