Wei Curcuma ran away quickly without any desire to look back.
"Classmate Liu Tao, will we die?"
Li Zixin in his arms looked at him with tears in her eyes and spoke with a vibrato.
"Won't."
Wei Zeshu spoke extremely briefly. He suddenly jumped up and hooked one hand on the condensate pipe on the roof of the corridor. He suddenly changed direction and jumped in the other direction.
The moment after he changed direction, the entire straight corridor where he originally landed was instantly reduced to rubble by the waterfall of soul pressure, and the reinforced concrete was like tofu.
"Too damn exaggerated..."
Wei Curcuma pointed his toes on the stairs and jumped down dozens of steps.
"Also, don't call me Liu Tao, my name is Wei Curcuma!"
Wei Curcuma didn't have time to think too much, because a rainbow-like sword light struck him straight and sharply along the stairs.
Dozens of marble steps split apart silently, as if a huge chasm had appeared on the ground.
Wei Curcuma's free fingers moved slightly, and the black dagger was constructed. He slashed seven or eight times in a row, cutting the wall in front of him into tofu pieces of different sizes. Then he used his shoulders to protect the girl in his arms, and suddenly hit him. Got out.
He himself didn't even notice that in such a life-and-death crisis, the dagger he constructed would not collapse instantly with just one slash. On the contrary, it could already perform crazy continuous slashes, which was almost a qualitative change for a magician. .
But even if he noticed it, Wei Curcuma probably wouldn't feel any joy. The sword in the hand of the monster chasing behind him could probably cut through the building with one slash!
Wei Curcuma ran wildly all the way, and the black dagger in his hand kept cutting. He did not dare to sprint in the same direction for too long, because he would easily be taken away by the sword of the monster behind him.
For the first time in his life, he was grateful that he had the most severe soul overflow syndrome. Ordinary people like Wu and others who suppressed the abnormality would be in a dilemma where their soul pressure would be exhausted after just a few slashes. However, while he was running like this with crazy continuous slashes, the soul pressure in his body was not at all. any decreasing trend.
"Nothing else, the soul pressure is enough!"
While Wei Zeshu kept changing directions and running wildly, he cut any roadblocks around him wantonly. Whether it was walls or windows, they were shattered by the black dagger in his hand, as fast as a sprinting Iai.
But what really upset him was the petite body in his arms. She was becoming stiff and losing body heat.
Her jaw kept opening unconsciously, and her eyes filled with tears of fear.
"I seem to be turning into that kind of thing..."
Big tears rolled down her cheeks. Wei Zeshu looked at her seriously, biting his back molars tightly to prevent himself from showing anger and sadness.
"It's okay, it's okay...it won't be like that..."
Wei Zeshu took off his tie and quickly circled her chin several times to ensure that she would not continue to deteriorate, thus comforting her.
"After you get out, I will send you to my university. You know, my university is in the north. The principal there is very powerful. He will definitely be able to save you... You can also get a top diploma. There are also art majors..."
While comforting her like this, Wei Zeshu took a deep breath. The dagger was held by the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and the remaining three fingers were held empty. In an instant, he swung dozens of slashes, severely cutting the last gate. It turned into countless broken cubes. He stepped out and rushed out of the teaching building boldly, stepping into the deserted sunset campus.
There are still a few hundred meters...to rush out of the school gate!
Wei Curcuma exhaled. Such a high-intensity use of reverse enhancement made his body unsustainable, and his lungs burned as if they were on fire.
The most critical thing is his back... Even if he can dodge most of the slashes, there will always be some attacks that can graze his body.
On Li Zixin's invisible back, Wei Curcuma's back was dripping with blood, and it was almost invisible. There was a most terrifying slash, which almost cut him in half.
Such a wound caused Wei Curshu to feel pain every time he took a step, like countless knives slicing his nerves, making him almost crazy.
"It's okay...it's okay..."
Wei Curcuma gritted his teeth, and he suddenly ran again, holding Li Zixin in his arms, with heavy cold sweat dripping to the ground because of the pain.
"I definitely will....."
Wei Curcuma kept running, approaching the school gate.
As if sensing such a change, the strange thing no longer retained its strength, and Wei Curcuma could hear a huge explosion suddenly appear behind him.
The ancient sword seemed to be unwilling, but it was held in the hand by skinny fingers. The sword inscription was completely swallowed up by the thick black blood, and it could only tremble slightly.
The light shone brightly, and in Wei Curcuma's horrified eyes, the teaching building behind him was cut open in half diagonally.
The building, which was more than ten meters long, began to collapse diagonally, like a flash flood. It was so terrifying that it was almost a natural disaster.
Bright red blood suddenly sprayed out from the oblique wound that penetrated the four-story teaching building, just like the blood flowing out of the building.
A skinny human figure stood on the ruins holding a sword. Although he couldn't see his gaze, Wei Curcuma could feel it staring at him.
What's the expression under the tattered bamboo hat?
Its head was lowered, three long swords still penetrated its body, and the sword in its hand had become bloody.
As if flowing backwards, the overflowing blood swept up in the opposite direction, rolling back to the body along its chest. With this change, Li Zixin's body in Wei Curcuma's arms was trembling violently.
Finally arriving in front of the door, Wei Curcuma's vision was completely blurred and he could only fall to the ground. The Zhengwu and other abnormal suppressors on the side quickly took over and protected him and Li Zixin.
There were many people around, and the scene was very mixed, but Wei Curcuma could feel the complex and huge soul pressure beginning to rise, which seemed to be some kind of huge barrier.
"Our people have withdrawn! Activate the barrier immediately!"
After he said this, he lowered his head to comfort Wei Curcuma, who was almost unconscious, and frowned seriously.
"Don't be afraid, you are already safe! The huge offensive and defensive barrier has been constructed and is now activated to trap that thing inside."
Wei Curcuma looked at the school gate with blurred vision due to blood loss. Indeed, as he said, this barrier had been constructed long ago, and it seemed that it had been waiting for him and Li Zixin to escape and activate it, completely blocking the campus.
A rare sense of security arose in Wei Curcuma's heart, causing the wounds he had suppressed to burst.
"That's good......"
Before he could finish his words, Ruhong's sword light cut through this huge offensive and defensive barrier as easily as it penetrated a piece of rice paper.
The skinny human figure stepped out of the barrier in just one step without any pause. The next moment, it arrived at Wei Curcuma's side.
On the path he passed by, heads rolled down, and the heads of all the people he passed were cleanly cut open, which was indescribably weird.
"run!"
Before the steady veteran Zhengwu and other deviant suppressors could make any counterattack, his cheeks slowly parted along the bridge of his nose, then his neck, chest, and arms.
His whole body was brutally cut into countless sections, and his broken body fell to the ground.
The skinny human figure with three swords stuck in his chest slowly lowered his head and stared indifferently at Wei Curcuma next to him.
