I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"There are still 27 seconds..." He seemed to knock his head in distress, and after thinking briefly, he smiled and said, "I can give you - 100 lives~"

The bamboo knife was suddenly pulled into his waist, and the weight of his body began to pull downwards, staring at him tightly like a poisonous snake about to pounce.

"Twenty-five seconds..." The corners of his mouth curved in a strange and almost crazy way.

Whoosh!

Sima Zhezhen's eyes widened suddenly, and the nerves in his whole body suddenly tightened to the limit.

--coming!

Face, back of head, neck, heart, waist, hips!

At that moment, Sima Zhezhen was plunged into a monstrous storm engulfed by death, and he was like a lone boat, struggling with all his strength in the turbulent waves, and could only survive with the last trace of buoyancy. will be flooded.

Death, death, death, still death.

The moment the bamboo knives struck each other, they were deflected by the force, and a huge cracking feeling spread from the tiger's mouth to the entire arm.

Good weight!

Snapped!

Sima Zhe was sweating profusely as he struggled to hold on.

In the end...how many times have you died?

If he hadn't held back, I'm afraid it would have been...

Crack!

The tip of the knife made an explosion in his ear, and another swift blow was aimed at the head.

Just twenty-five seconds...

Sima Zhezhen almost bit his own teeth into pieces. Blood flowed from his nostrils and dripped onto the ground of the dojo, splashing a small red wave.

——Is it so long? !

Crack! !

"Ninety-nine...!" His voice trembled with excitement.

How is it possible? Even a knife can't be swung! ?

Sima Zhezhen's dim, almost dead eyes suddenly erupted with light.

The swordsman has his last dignity, and he must not give up just like that, at least——

[Shinto Isshin-ryu·Second Truth! 】

"Xia Jian cuts the eyes!"

Breathe in and out, and stop the water for a moment.

Take the sword——draw the sword——

At least implement it and never give up your original intention!

Then a deafening roar came from his 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 is so powerful that it can break even a wall made of concrete and steel bars in one blow.

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

The person 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 sword in his hand was not blocked at all. The moment the trajectory of the swing came into contact with Xia Jian's eyes, it was cut in half.

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

Sima Zhezhen slowly closed his eyes.

but....

"It's worth it to be able to fight against 'God'... It's worth it!" He let out a sigh of relief and no regrets in his heart.

call out--

Snapped.

You can feel the touch of the bamboo knife touching your forehead clearly. Even the cold sweat on his forehead was absorbed by the white cloth wrapped around the blade, and the sharp sword intent instantly turned into a wave, penetrating from the top of his head through his whole body.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

.....

"Hey, wipe your nosebleed."

Then came this sound.

What?

Opening his eyes, the Cheng Rang in front of him seemed to be a different person. His black eyes were clean and transparent, and the previous madness had been swept away. The retracted bamboo knife was firmly held in his right hand, and the few strands of white hair on his forehead bangs disappeared. .

He handed a white towel to himself, and when he saw no response, he leaned forward again.

Sima Zhezhen took the towel and wiped the blood flowing 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 hurriedly bent down to help him, but Sima Zhezhen still looked like he was willing to be taught.

"Thank you so 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 the body again, to save the life of Sima Zhezhen in front of him after the time was up.

After all, the other self has just taken over this body, so it's not that serious 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 warned me like this.

It was a sword that contained an extremely weak wisp of the ultimate intention of the sword, giving Sima Zhe a feeling of enlightenment.

Contrary to the killing sword that kills lives...

After finally pulling Sima Zhezhen up from the ground, who kept kowtowing in thanks, he immediately muttered something like "Yes, yes!" as if he was crazy, and ran out of the dojo staggeringly.

Cheng Rang was left standing here for a while before he remembered that he should follow him. Otherwise, this place is full of password doors that require card swiping. If they were locked, they would have to wait for someone to come or hack their way out. .

Chapter 67: Melting

"Get out of the way, everyone!"

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

"I want to forge a sword, now, immediately!"

In the office on the top floor, Cheng Rang was sitting on the sofa and scratching his head in embarrassment. Sima Weiwei, who was sitting behind the table, opened his mouth slightly and stared at the crazy-looking Sima Zhe on the monitor, bumping around. real.

"Mr. Cheng...."

"Accident, it's all an accident! I can add more money..." The voice became smaller and smaller.

"No, you misunderstood me!" Sima Weiwei waved his hand quickly, "It's just that from that day on, I have never looked as excited as Grandpa Zhezhen does now."

"When?"

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

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

Murderous Knife·Xue Ying....Jue Knife·Xia Ying....

The names of these two swords seemed to have some kind of pattern, which made Cheng Rang pick up his chin and think.

Although the knife in Mu Geng's hand was just ordinary 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 we describe it in another way, if the murderous sword Yukikage in Tendo Kidara's hand can be sharpened with blood, it can even have the ability to withstand the nameless sword that can kill with one strike. This kind of regular slash infusion ability.

Of course, just accepting the infusion cannot fully unleash it.

But that's amazing enough.

And obviously, the weapon named "Jue Dao Xia Ying", which was made by Sima Zhezhen, is definitely not mediocre.

"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 is doing it himself this time. I can't make the final decision on the price for the time being..."

Cheng Rang raised his brows slightly and said clearly, "Is it because mere money is beyond measure?"

"Based on what I know about Grandpa Zhezhen... he may be giving the upcoming 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 very curious about another thing, which is how Mr. Cheng made Rentaro-kun, who has been avoiding me all this time, confess to me in person?"

Cheng Rang's eyes were wandering and he touched the back of his head as if he was struggling.

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

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When Rentaro stood panting at the school gate, many people had gathered around him. Centered on the two people who were quarreling, people surrounded the ring-shaped human wall.

Three girls walked past Rentaro.

"What's going on?" "Look, that person in class three is said to be a carrier of gastroenterovirus!"

"No, it seems that I have been touched by her. What should I do?" "I have always disliked her. I always felt that she was a little too complacent."

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 men are yelling, but the dialogue is one-sided.

It seemed that when the boy roared, the people around him started to cheer, but when the girl roared, she was greeted with a deathly cold gaze and a silence that was close to reproach.

The moment Rentaro discovered that Enju Aihara was in the center of the crowd, he felt a nausea similar to wanting to vomit, causing him to cover his mouth.

It turned into a situation that Rentaro had always been afraid of. He steeled himself and approached Enju, and there was a chest-straining noise coming from around him.

"The guys with red eyes are really around us. Why don't the police drive them away?"

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

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

Who do you think is maintaining peace in the Tokyo area? Rentaro felt the urge to rush out of the crowd immediately and beat them all away. However, seeing their expressions, he had to lower his fists.

Most of them are just joining in the fun, and they are all cowards who point fingers behind others' backs just because they are different from themselves.

However, the rest of the people were livid, genuinely afraid of being infected with the gastroenterovirus.

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

Rentaro had seen the boy who was quarreling in Yanzhu's class photo. He had the face of a lively baseball boy, but now he was angry and angry, making sharp noises and pressing on Yanzhu step by step.

"My father, after one of his legs was eaten by a gastral monster during the war, has been immersed in alcohol and punched and kicked my mother! It's because you went around killing my family..."