Sitting under the broken window, Wu Qian neither left nor approached.
Although Haozi was also sitting aside, he was full of doubts.
Because the reason for staying was to record the process of the battle, no matter whether Xu Zhe was alive or dead. If the monster was still alive, it was destined to be his enemy...
So what is Wu Qian doing
Slowly place a camera connected to the computer on the windowsill.
The bright sunshine and good angle make the picture particularly clear...
“Want to take a look? How does Xu Zhe fight…” Haozi meant well and invited Wu Qian who was “daydreaming” alone nearby.
"Don't seduce me..." Leaning against the cold wall, Wu Qian didn't want to see the screen at all, even though her eyes wandered aimlessly.
"I'm not watching porn..." Haozi was at a loss.
"No matter what, I can't watch." The hands supporting the ground clenched into fists. Haozi could feel that Wu Qian's body was shaking. "That guy is always like this. At the beginning, he is so miserable and makes people worry to death. But when you can't help but want to help, you find out... It turns out that everything is under his control. In the end, any help you offer becomes beyond your ability. And it also becomes a burden and encumbrance to him..."
Wu Qian lowered her stubborn face and looked at her fists trembling on the ground. No matter how she looked at them, they were so thin and powerless...
"It seems that you and Xu Zhe really had many unpleasant stories..." Haozi never thought of himself as a psychologist, nor did he have any interest in prying into other people's private affairs.
The topic ends here, and all that remains is the rhythm of fierce keyboard tapping...
Although not the most watched battle, this battle attracted a lot of attention and also determined Xu Zhe's life or death...
And what about Xu Zhe himself? He stood in front of the ghost with a breath of concentration. Even though his whole body was covered with a demonic aura that was enough to make people vomit, his cold face could not show any strange expression.
"Son, wait for death..." The ghost's words were like a verdict, filled with power that could not be disobeyed. The originally handsome face was now particularly hideous.
The violent air currents blew around the bound demon. The talismans attached to the chains were like scraps of paper in a storm, dancing and ready to be ruthlessly torn apart at any time.
"Boom!!" The big bell hanging behind the ghost was blown and hit the hammer. The deep sound was like a horn before a war.
Xu Zhe was pushed back more than a meter by the wind. The black windbreaker on his body fluttered as if it was about to be torn apart, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
In this world that is equal to darkness, Xu Zhe does not feel that he is blind. Instead, he can see scenes that are difficult to describe in words.
The place where the ghost was located was a ball of red fire. Countless red flames were blowing in all directions, and the breath of other living beings was either swallowed up or burned.
The spirits of trees, flowers and plants didn't even have the slightest chance to struggle in front of this monster and were simply swallowed up mercilessly.
A person without a soul is called a vegetative person. What should plants without souls be called
He gently raised his index finger to his mouth, bit it with force, and bright red blood instantly gushed out.
"Ah!" He swung the large peach wood heavy sword in his hand, resisting the raging wind, and inserted the sword straight into the ground in front of him.
The accuracy is between the two floor tiles, which keeps it from shaking even in the wind.
"Nothing can help..." The ghost laughed at the sky, the evil spirit in his body surged faster, and the iron chains bounding his body began to twist and deform.
Ignoring the talkative guy, Xu Zhe half-knelt in front of his sword. His bloody fingers gently stroked the old sword, and every inch of the touch seemed to endow the swordsman with spirituality.
Xu Zhe's heart was so calm that he ignored everything around him, as if he was in a completely different space. The sword was his canvas, the blood was the red paint, and his fingers turned into soft brushes.
I am painting, painting the crystallization of the wisdom of the Taoists of Country Z for thousands of years, painting words that are no longer words. Maybe few people know them, maybe no one understands their meaning. But for the unknown world and unknown creatures of human beings...
It is a battle horn, a tool to gather strength, and a glimmer of hope for the weak to survive...
"Boom... Boom..."
"Did you hear that?!" Wu Qian, who was under the windowsill, suddenly grabbed Haozi's hand for no apparent reason.
"What's wrong?" Haozi was a little frightened by Wu Qian's nervousness.
“It’s a heartbeat! A ‘burning’ heartbeat!” Even Wu Qian herself didn’t know why she used the word “burning” to describe it? This has no grammatical basis at all…
But Wu Qian could only find this word in her mind, because the scorching temperature and every tremor touched her heart.
Possessing higher inspiration, you are destined to experience things that ordinary people cannot experience.
"Boy, lock the camera on Xu Zhe's sword! Quick!" Suddenly, Yaqi's unusually serious voice came from the boy's headphones. He sounded so excited and surprised, as if he had discovered something rare.
In Yaqi's office, he silently watched the peach wood sword blade on the screen becoming clearer and clearer. The bright red words on it made Yaqi's nerves tremble...
“It’s it! I didn’t expect this guy to have mastered this?! It’s so exciting…” Yaqi’s hand holding the wine glass was shaking slightly.
"My Lord, what is 'it'? I can also feel that the pattern is unusual... There is a suffocating heat." Indeed, the boy's head was covered with beads of sweat, and the demonic energy hidden in his body was ready to move. It was a resonance...
"Five Elements Forbidden Spell... Fire Talisman..." Yaqi's words were clear and distinct.
"What is that?" The boy was still confused.
"You don't want to know... This kind of power is no longer something that humans can possess... Xu Zhe, how many shocking surprises can you bring me? What kind of existence are you?" Yaqi really began to hesitate...
Hesitating whether Xu Zhe still had the qualifications to continue living? Would the overly powerful force really affect the feast of a hundred ghosts