Yuansou was raised by apes in the mountains since he was a child. When he was ten years old, he was found by a family of swordsmen in Zhao County of Zhou State. He was more animal than human.
At first, he just secretly tortured and killed the animals around the house. When he felt that it was not enough, he attacked and killed the servants, and even devoured their meat.
When he came of age, his cannibalism was exposed, so he killed most of his tribe, left Zhao County, and fled in all directions.
Challenge, or rather attack, famous swordsmanship masters from various places, kill them, and then devour their bodies.
Or, he may be a young monk who pretends to be a demon-slayer and protects the Tao, and goes on an adventure with other talented swordsmen to kill demons together. It wasn't until the end of the journey that he revealed his identity and killed his companions happily in the eyes of them in disbelief.
Such experiences made Yuan Sou develop a sword that was extremely ruthless and swift.
Extreme, which means easy to predict.
Deep in the rock formation, the remaining ink threads were constructed into integrated circuits, quickly calculating the sword moves, sword shapes, and sword movements that the ape old man might use.
Combined with the subtle changes in Yuansou's expression, muscle movement range, Qi flow trend and other data, the final prediction is made.
"Is it."
The old man pressed the rock wall with his backhand and broke free. The sinister and cruel expression on his face suddenly disappeared, and his whole person was as calm and indifferent as an ancient well without waves.
At the critical moment of life and death, his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful, as if he had returned to seventy years ago.
That day, his ape adoptive mother and fellow monkeys were slaughtered in front of him by the "tribesmen" wearing gorgeous clothes and holding long swords.
In a pool of blood in the forest, a woman in palace clothes cried and hugged him, speaking in a language he didn't understand, and put human clothes on him.
That very day, the boy who had been raised by a group of monkeys died, and was replaced by a beast in human skin.
"call"
The old man looked through his past life, holding the hilt of the sword firmly in his hand, his eyes sharp again.
He really couldn't understand the armor on Li Ang's body that could spit fire and push forward, but this did not affect him. He could vaguely guess the reason why Li Ang could keep up with the sword moves.
Is it far beyond the calculation ability of ordinary mind masters?
Then let you experience the power of the sword that cannot be measured.
The long sword swayed, and the ape old man's shoulder seemed to split, splitting into a second sword-holding arm, followed by a third and fourth arm.
The hundreds of arms are obviously made of pure sword energy, but they have different colors and weights, and they perform different sword moves.
"I have traveled around the world for many years and have seen countless swordsmen.
The master of Jiange who has been in seclusion for many years and has no interest in worldly affairs; the young hero who is just starting out and is high-spirited; the assassin who is willing to degenerate and recognizes money rather than people.
I killed them and ate them. Turn their swords into a part of my body. "
The indifferent voice of the ape old man echoed in the cave that was about to collapse, "Thousands of changes are tied to one sword. Its name is,"
"Heart monkey."
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"Did Yuan Sou die down there?!"
High in the sky, Fei Lian cursed loudly.
The battle is still going on. The wind and thunder whirlpool caused by Jun Qianzi and Lian Xuanxiao, mixed with the chaos wind, has expanded to the entire Duji Province, and has destroyed Shannan East Road, Henan Road, Hedong Road, Hebei Road, Guannai Road, and Gyeonggi Road. Part of it is also included.
The people from Zhaoming shuttled through the air, harassing Lian Xuanxiao continuously.
Madam Zhu's silk threads can repair injuries and even heal damaged spiritual veins.
Jiali's magic method can gather the spiritual energy and help others restore the sea of qi.
It was by relying on these two things that everyone in Zhaoming was able to maintain the battle situation and share half of the pressure for Jun Qianzi.
Boom!
The river below stirred up turbulent waves, and the pale sword energy belonging to the ape-sou burst out of the water, cutting the water flow.
Yuansou hadn't escaped alone yet. He was fighting with someone underground.
"Crow Nine!"
Jiacheng shouted sharply at the ground. Yajiu, who was far away on the surface, instantly understood. The battle was in a stalemate. It was difficult for everyone in Zhaoming to get away. Only she could go over to check.
At this moment, half of the slaves and puppets controlled by Yajiu were delaying the so-called Lu Bu of unknown origin, while the other half were frantically attacking the river embankment, causing more floods to flow out.
"You, you, 伱, and you, go down to the river to investigate."
Crow Jiu's puppet issued the command, and the veins of the monks who were clicked jumped. However, they were still afraid of Crow Jiu's shaky fingertips and had no choice but to jump into the water.
The river water is mixed with sediment, making it turbid and difficult to distinguish.
Several people released their spiritual consciousness and slowly descended against the flood.
Buzz——
A piercing sword energy suddenly shot out from below the river bed, and one person could not dodge it. It was split from the center of the eyebrow to the waist and abdomen, and disappeared in an instant into the rapidly flowing turbid water.
The others sensed the change and immediately swam towards the river. However, they were still a step too late and were cut into pieces by the dense sword energy that pierced the rock formations.
The last person got wise in his haste and moved forward instead of retreating. He swam to the bottom of the river bed riddled with holes and lay on his back on the rock, motionless.
Lightning will not hit the same place twice. Similarly, sword energy will most likely not hit the same place twice. perhaps.
The man covered his mouth and nose, closed his eyes not to see the infinite sword energy cutting through the lake water around him, and prayed desperately to the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
After an unknown amount of time, the sword energy finally stopped. The survivor caressed his body, and was surprised to find that he was intact and had not been cut by the sword energy.
There was only a loud rumbling sound. Due to the destruction of the rock formation, the huge rock under him was lifted up by the rapids, rolled, and carried him towards the river bed.
There was a bang and he died on the spot.
Yuansou didn't know that he had added a few more lives to his hands. He was completely submerged in the water and still maintained the posture of drawing his sword. The sword blade in his hand pierced Li Ang's abdomen, lifted it all the way, and cut it open to the neck.
This move of the mental ape is a fusion of all the sword intentions that the ape old man has ever seen in his life. It is unrestrained and formless, and the number of changes has exceeded the calculation limit of the mind.
The will integrated into it also disturbed Mo Si, making it stagger and unable to effectively repair the injury.
Although Yuansou himself was not doing well, the Dragon Meteor spear penetrated his chest, but the injury was not fatal - as long as he left here, Madam Zhu, who was good at healing wounds with stitches, and Jun Qianzi, who mastered various strange and strange techniques, could can save lives.
Gululu——
Li Ang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood and a series of bubbles.
Yuansou could clearly see that Li Ang's mouth shape spoke a word.
'Thank you. '
Thanks? Thank you for what?
The ape-sou instinctively sensed something was wrong, kicked Li Ang's chest, withdrew and rushed towards the river above.
Too late.
Li Ang let go of the Dragon Meteor Spear and grabbed Yuan Sou's ankle with his right hand to prevent him from escaping. The elbow of his left arm turned into a vector nozzle, erupting fire and providing thrust. He grabbed the back of Yuan Sou's neck and smashed him into the rock formation.
On the surface of the arm, dense threads sprouted.
These threads are like veins and vines, constantly squirming and changing.
The working mechanism of the talisman is to form a specific pattern through the lines of pen and ink, driving the spiritual energy to run along the strokes, and finally achieve the effect.
During this process, the talisman paper will burn on its own, igniting the cinnabar ink, releasing the talisman master's will contained in it, thereby leveraging the spiritual energy of heaven and earth several times or even ten times.
In the past, in Li Ang's impression, Mo Si had always been extremely difficult to destroy. Only special things like Gang Feng could destroy Mo Si.
A slightly lower level of power can only temporarily damage Mo Si, but it can still slowly heal itself over time.
Until now.
Yuansou's sword intent cut open Li Ang's chest, abdomen, and spine, which not only disrupted Mo Si's self-healing ability, but also disrupted Mo Si's self-preservation instinct.
This caused Li Ang's control over the silk thread to rise instead of falling.
With a determined gaze, he controlled the ink silk on his arm to draw patterns, concentrating all the remaining spiritual energy in the sea of qi and pouring it into it.
Use the whole arm as a large brush and silk thread as ink to draw explosive symbols.
The light flows along the veins of the blood vessels, lighting up the dim and turbid river water.
Fu Cheng.
The bright light surged, and everything was silent.
(End of chapter)
