Cui Zuojing walked into the front yard, Henry's figure loomed from the fog, the knight's warhorse and itself were fully armed, and the rust of the armor and long sword fell off. There was fresh flesh and blood sticking to the sword, and I thought about which unfortunate I had just killed.
It has no legs, and the whole person seems to grow from the hips on the horse's back, so it looks very uncoordinated. The outline of the man's face could be vaguely seen under the helmet, but apart from those scarlet eyes, it was not clear.
The dirt in the center of the hollow chest throbbed, and after the triple iron hoops shattered the outermost layer, Henry changed from a corrupt zombie knight to a human appearance, and it was only an appearance.
Cui Zuojing vaguely remembered what he looked like.
Henry, a German man, was one of the first people Cui Zuojing met when he came to the Pure White Realm. Together with Fu Zhe, he gave Cui Zuojing his initial teaching when he was most helpless.
Later he died. Cui Zuojing died just a month after he knew him.
In that box, they failed to find Henry's body, but now Cui Zuojing knew how he died - beheaded in half.
The warhorse neighed aggressively, and its hoofs stomped on the ground, causing a dull sound. The knight did not act rashly. Hit kill.
Cui Zuojing has no time to waste time with it here. No matter what happened in the past, Henry has become a monster in front of him, forgetting everything in the past.
He has to hurry out of this box to join Victor.
So he attacked first.
Cui Zuojing suddenly stepped on the ground with his left foot and flew forward to meet Henry. At the same time, the long sword came head-to-head, and he raised his hand to block it with the handle of the spoon. With the crisp sound of "ping", the long sword broke open, and the spoon shattered into countless pieces. With a huge impact, he jumped again and grabbed the bridle of the war horse with one hand!
It's hard to believe how a slightly thin young man can have such a powerful force. He clasped his five fingers into the horse's helmet, leaving deep finger marks on the steel armor, and waved his chopsticks at the same time!
But Henry stopped.
The long sword slid across his chest at an unimaginable speed, blocking the heart entangled in black qi and avoiding Cui Zuojing's fatal blow.
The chopsticks slid to one side along the side of the sword, and the remaining force only pried off a few pieces of armor. Cui Zuojing fell to the ground and glanced at his right hand, which had a cut, and blood was slowly flowing down the back of his hand. It was scratched by splattered armor.
He stared at the knight and took a deep breath.
The longer the weapon, the more difficult it is to withdraw quickly. This is something that everyone who has combat experience knows. Such a long sword can be withdrawn in an instant and make effective resistance. The speed is absolutely beyond everyone's imagination.
Henry got stronger.
The iron hoop that imprisoned the heart seemed to be a seal-like existence, and each time it broke open, its power became stronger.
In order to confirm his conjecture, Cui Zuojing took out a chopstick, clenched it tightly, and rushed up again.
This time he aimed at the face, except for the heart, the only place on Henry's body that was not protected by armor.
The chopsticks of more than 20 centimeters were turned into a trembling weapon in the hands of Cui Zuojing. The young man held the chopsticks in both hands. The moment he approached Henry, the chopsticks in his left hand went straight into the warhorse's eyes!
The chopsticks pierced the solid helmet like tofu, pierced the flesh and penetrated the rotting brain. The warhorse howled heartily. Under the severe pain, the two front hooves suddenly lifted, and the whole horse stood upright. Get up, almost crazy!
If he hadn't been with Ma Chang, Henry would definitely have been thrown straight away, and Cui Zuojing took advantage of this opportunity and swiped his right hand fiercely. , and immediately retreats after a hit.
Withdrawing the offensive, Cui Zuojing stood on the side and calmed his breath. He hadn't fought with such an intensity for too long, and it would take some time for him to regain the rhythm of the past.
The warhorse was still neighing in agony, unmoved by Henry's reprimand. The chopsticks in his hand turned into powder, but it didn't seem to cause any injuries to the knight.
But three seconds later, a smooth crack slowly appeared at the junction of Henry's left arm and torso, black energy sprayed frantically like blood, and the whole arm chopped off by Keegan just fell to the ground.
And the sound of broken limbs falling and crushing dead leaves became the last straw.
The knight roared in anger, his heart beating so wildly that it almost brought out bursts of afterimages, and the rush was like a continuous drum beat. The wound healed rapidly as the seal was broken.
But it wasn't just that. There was one less layer of restraint, and the heartbeat reached a new level again, accompanied by the sound of metal shattering, and finally the iron hoop burst open, allowing the heart to finally beat unscrupulously.
It actually broke two floors one after another!
The black gas that spewed out from the wound of the broken arm formed the shape of an arm like life, and the face under the helmet of the knight was finally really clear. Eyes are still scarlet.
The black on the armor and the long sword has completely faded away, and all of them are shiny with silver light. The patterns are complicated and luxurious, which seems to mean some kind of mystery.
Henry finally had an expression on his face, showing a look of pain. He stared at Cui Zuojing in front of him, the muscles in his cheeks kept shaking, he seemed to recognize who he was, and he had something to say.
But in the end, he raised his long sword again.
Cui Zuojing also greeted him again.
The battle ended two minutes later, and the final seal was lifted. Henry was indeed stronger than a little bit. The black mist on his left arm had a strong corrosive effect. Cui Zuojing had to be careful not to be touched. .
Henry's sword was faster and sharper, and Cui Zuojing's eyes couldn't even catch the speed of his sword. But it doesn't matter, from a long time ago, he basically didn't need vision when fighting, everything relied on the instinct and intuition of thousands of times of life and death.
When the knife was inserted into the beating heart at that moment, all the sound disappeared.
No blood spurted out, as if the heart had long since dried up. The pained look on Henry's face disappeared, replaced by a twisted... gratification.
Cui Zuojing clutched the bleeding wound on his flank, released his hand, and left the unenhanced knife in Henry's heart.
A true knight should die by the sword, not by other ridiculous weapons.
That's why he took this knife, which was not as good as chopsticks.
The black air scattered from the gaps in the armor on its body, as if it were the biological breath that it gradually disappeared. The red light in his eyes finally subsided, and Henry Hailan's eyes reflected the young man in front of him. At the end of his life, he finally recognized Cui Zuojing again.
The young man who first entered the pure white world many years ago, was obviously scared to death but pretended to be indifferent, desperately trying to survive.
It's been so long ago that it seems like a lifetime ago.
Not yet... out
Henry's eyes gradually darkened, and after his heart stopped beating, the warhorse under it shared the same life system with him, and could no longer support the heavy body, and fell to the ground with a bang. At this time, the knight stabbed the last sword in his life.
It pushed the sword straight into the ground with all its strength, supported its body like this, and knelt down to meet death. It didn't fall in the end.
A true knight never falls.
"You're welcome."
Looking at Henry's body, Cui Zuojing said softly.
- You can be freed as you wish.
Finally relaxed, the inexplicable exhaustion from the depths of the heart swept through the whole body instantly, the back of the hand no longer bleeds, but the blood on the belly has been dyed red. Cui Zuojing staggered and felt that his hands and feet were out of control, as if floating in the clouds.
He is familiar with all the rules of the pure white world, and he also understands that this is not his body's voluntary reaction: the ability the prisoner can exert and the time of his appearance are closely related to the spiritual power of the "master". He used it when fighting Henry. Many abilities, for Dong Zheng, a newcomer who has not undergone any reinforcement and training, has long been difficult to support.
Moreover, he has just returned, and his control of strength and body is still very unfamiliar, otherwise he would not have suffered Henry's sword at the last moment and put it in the past, but he could easily escape.
Cui Zuojing sighed, a little helpless.
He was the best knife, the sharpest blade, the sharpest sword, the strongest slayer.
But now it seems that it is completely unworthy of the name of the year.
The boy's body gradually dissipated, and finally turned into invisible energy fluctuations, which were instantly sucked back to Dong Zheng's left hand by an irresistible force.
The unremarkable grass pattern appeared on the back of Dong Zheng's hand for a moment, and then disappeared. Only the unusual heat told Dong Zheng what happened just now.
At this time, the two brothers of the Dong family were walking on the gloomy path. The screams and neighs from the direction of the hut in the forest were all vaguely heard. They were related to the blood pact. Although they could sense that Cui Zuojing was not in danger, but Dong Zheng still had some unspeakable worries.
The blood contract is a one-way connection. The passive party's injury or direct death will not have any negative impact on the active party. However, if an accident happens to a living person who has an intersection with him, it is not as if he has just entered this place. Like Cui Zuojing, Dong Zheng, who can treat the death of his companion as a normal thing like drinking cold water, is still a little hard to accept.
Now he is back. Dong Zheng was relieved, he lightly touched the mark on his left hand, and suddenly felt the unspeakable exhaustion in his soul, so that his eyes lit up.
"What's wrong?" Lin Hai asked.
"It's alright." Dong Zheng shook his head, cheered up, and continued to move toward the unknown southeast with Dong Linhai.