boom!
The big stick of the mace fell behind Wang Dong, who was running rapidly, with a loud noise. Wang Dong was staggered by the hurricane swept by the big stick, and almost fell to the ground. Wang Dong felt a chill in his heart. He used his hands and feet to steady himself and continued to run on the round platform.
"Hahaha, run away, little mouse..." Mace laughed wildly, with a face full of joking excitement, as if he enjoyed chasing Wang Dong very much: "Little mouse... I can smell your timidity and fear. , totally delicious!”
"He's playing tricks on me!" The mace's pursuit was more like driving away. Although it could pose a fatal threat to Wang Dong, Wang Dong tried his best to escape from the opponent's attack. Wang Dong, who was running all the way, suddenly understood this in his heart. One thing, mace does this intentionally.
The mace is like a hunter toying with his prey. He seems to be waiting for the moment when Wang Dong is exhausted before giving Wang Dong a fatal blow in order to create greater pleasure of torture for himself.
"There is no way to go on like this..." Wang Dong secretly thought. Not only did he have no power to fight back, but even the rhythm of his escape was tightly controlled by the other party. Wang Dong's face was filled with shock. He was completely toyed with this state of applause. It gave him a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Little mouse... can't you take it anymore?" Mace laughed wildly and used the big stick to drive Wang Dong away, and said: "You have to hurry up, and faster... This is just the beginning. I won't stop until I have finished my fun." It will make your death very ugly!”
"Regardless of the consequences, I have to advance, and I have to escape!" Feeling that his physical strength was constantly decreasing under the chase of the mace, Wang Dong bit down, and with a firm heart, he ran out as fast as possible. Run towards the handle base.
"Now!" After Wang Dong rushed to the edge of the base, he turned sharply, quickly detoured around the base, and then turned around, making the handle base become an obstacle that separated the two people.
"Haha, little mouse, you want to play around with me? I like it!" Wang Dong made such a move. Mace was not surprised, but smiled excitedly. It seemed that Wang Dong's behavior was in line with his. With his appetite in mind, Mace twisted his neck carelessly, shrugged his shoulders, and made bursts of bone crunching sounds.
The behavior of the mace created a brief respite for Wang Dong. He didn't waste a moment. He took out the token from his waist as quickly as possible and put it into the groove on the base.
"Little mouse, do you want to escape?" Seeing Wang Dong's movements, Mace felt as if he had been humiliated by his prey. The annoyance of being whipped around by Wang Dong that day surged to the top of his head, making his hair disheveled. His bad hair also stood up instantly: "I tell you, it's enough for me to be played with my mace once!"
As soon as he placed a token on the pedestal, Wang Dong felt a sense of crisis coming towards his face. Wang Dong hurriedly dodged. In his field of vision, the mace was sandwiched between the two of them. The pedestal in the room was smashed directly towards Wang Dong with the giant stick.
With a loud noise, the big stick hit the base, knocking Wang Dong not far away from the base.
Wang Dong didn't expect that the mace could be so overbearing, and he didn't even worry about the base being destroyed by him. Fortunately, the base was made of who-knows-what material, and it withstood the blow of the mace without even leaving a trace. There is no one left.
"You forced me to do this!" After the mace knocked Wang Dong down with one blow, his face became colder and colder. His eyes were full of anger towards Wang Dong: "Little mouse, you are too insidious and have too many evil ideas. Duo, I have lost the fun of playing with you... prepare yourself for my wrath!"
Wang Dong knew that his actions had aroused the real fire of the mace, but that was the only thing he could do in this situation. If he did not escape by handing over a token to advance, he would have no other way to survive. Wang Dong got up unwillingly, held his remaining sword tightly, and watched the opponent's movements vigilantly.
"Wolves dancing wildly!" Wang Dong responded with a loud shout from the mace. With the cry of the mace, the giant stick in his hand turned into afterimages. Wang Dong did not expect that the mace in his hand was The giant stick was so flexible that it blocked all his escape routes in all directions. Wang Dong looked shocked. Under this intensive attack, the remaining sword was unable to block.
"So strong!" Facing the real mace, Wang Dong had no time to react, and was directly hit in the ribs by one of the afterimages. A huge force suddenly caused a cloud of blood mist to spurt out of his mouth. Then, his body was suddenly Like a kite with its string broken, it floated straight out from the round platform.
"Hmph, it was you who forced me to use this move!" Mace looked at Wang Dong who was sent flying, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
"Oops!" Only when Wang Dong reacted did he realize that his body had been blown out of the round platform by a blow from the mace. A horrified look suddenly appeared on his face. Below him was an abyss and an extremely horrifying storm of blades. His body fell uncontrollably.
"Hahahaha... Very good, this is very good!" Standing on the edge of the round platform, looking at Wang Dong falling into the abyss, Mace laughed wildly to relieve his anger. He stared straight at Wang Dong's figure until After the opponent's figure disappeared into the blade light of the blade storm, he left with satisfaction.
"Am I going to end here?" The moment his body came into contact with the storm of blades, Wang Dong's heart was filled with despair. He discovered that the sword light wrapped in the storm was actually a genuine long sword, and they were densely dancing in the wind. Turning, making bursts of tinkling sounds.
"No, I can't sit still and wait for death!"
Faced with life and death, Wang Dong, who was about to fall into a storm of blades like a broken paper eagle, decided to make one last struggle at the critical moment...
I saw Wang Dong suddenly adjust his body shape in the chaos, and tried to use his foot to step on a long knife that was flying in the wind...
Wang Dong, who had already mastered the skill of stepping on blades on the stone steps of the temple, easily stepped on one of the long knives. He put more force on his feet, put a little more force on the sharp knife, and then He jumped up using the strength.
"Not enough!" The moment Wang Dong jumped up, he knew that his actions were in vain. He could not return to the round platform above his head. Not only that, the strong wind in the blade storm had a powerful impact on his body. The suction force caused his body to fall towards the center of the storm again.
Wang Dong had a look of despair on his face. He didn't want to end his life here. He reluctantly raised the broken knife in his hand and knocked away all the long knives that were coming towards him. At the same time, he tapped his feet from time to time. The long knife flew by, using its strength to slow down its falling trend.
"Huh?..." Wang Dong didn't expect that his instinctive struggle for survival would allow him to survive the blade storm, which made him find a glimmer of hope.
In the abyss and the storm of blades, Wang Dong either fell to death or was strangled by the light of the sword. He used the remaining sword to open the long sword that was attacking him, and at the same time stepped on the blade and fell, which greatly slowed down his falling speed. He accidentally This move actually broke these two dead ends at the same time!
"This... this works!" Wang Dong's eyes became active, and he found the trick to survive. He immediately waved the broken knife to protect his body, tapping the blade with his toes, and slowly fell into the abyss. go.
"Is this the purpose of the test on the stone steps of the temple?" If he had not developed the ability to walk on the stone steps of the temple, he would have died in the storm of blades by now. Stepping on the flying blades one by one, Wang Dong sighed sincerely.
Wang Dong discovered that as he fell, the number of blades in the blade storm slowly increased, but the speed of the blades did not increase very fast. The swing speed of his remaining sword could slowly keep up and adapt to this rhythm.
"This is a good way to practice. You can regard it as a kind of practice." After noticing this phenomenon, Daohun also spoke up to remind him.
"I think so too." After fighting for a glimmer of hope for himself, Wang Dong began to concentrate on blocking the sharp blades in the storm of blades. Every time these sharp blades increased by one point, the remaining sword in Wang Dong's hand increased by one point. He couldn't help but feel that if he continued like this, he wouldn't need to advance to the seventh level of martial arts to be able to practice the backhand sharp knife that Xiao Wu mentioned.
"When will it end? This blade storm won't be endless, will it!" I don't know how long he has been missing. Wang Dong felt that his physical strength was slowly drying up, and it became difficult to block the flying knives.
"The danger must come to an end!" Daohun said.
"I hope what you said is true!" Wang Dong gritted his teeth and continued to block with all his strength.
There were flashing sword lights everywhere, the never-ending falling, and the unchanging vision made Wang Dong lose the concept of time. Only the loss of physical strength on his body silently described the passage of time to Wang Dong.
"I'm going to die!" Wang Dong's breathing became rapid. He felt that he had reached the end of his strength. In the process of blocking, a flying knife missed him, causing the flying knife to cut open his leg. A bloody mouth.
"If it doesn't work, just enter the sword realm space and take a rest." The sword soul said helplessly.
As soon as the sword soul mentioned the sword domain space, Wang Dong's expression suddenly changed. He knew that the characteristic of the sword domain space was where he entered from where he was in the real world and where he was when he came out. But in this storm of blades, if a flying knife happened to hit his vitals when he came out, the consequences would be disastrous.
Wang Dong struggled in his heart. If he used the sword domain space, he might be killed immediately when he came out. But if the current situation continues to develop, he will also be stabbed to death by the long swords flying around. Wang Dong will die regardless of the situation. He calmed down and said, "Then let's take a gamble!"
As soon as Wang Dong finished speaking, his figure appeared in the knife domain space. Without the pressure of the flying knife attack, Wang Dong gasped loudly.
After regaining his composure for a while, Wang Dong began to use the Return to the Sea Jue to restore his physical strength. After his physical strength was full, Wang Dong stood up with a struggling look on his face: "If you go out, you might die, right?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to take a gamble?" Daohun grinned and said, "What if you happen to miss the fatal flying knife?"
"I'll lend you some good words!" Wang Dong nodded, and with a thought in his mind, he ducked out of the sword domain space.
The moment he left the sword domain space, Wang Dong raised the remaining sword and assumed a defensive posture as quickly as possible. After the dazzling feeling in his eyes passed, Wang Dong swung the remaining sword out as quickly as possible and hit the nearby person. Several flying knives are nearby.
Sufficient psychological preparation, abundant physical strength, and the desire to survive allowed Wang Dong to swing dozens of knives in a split second. In just one breath, Wang Dong opened all the deadly flying knives that were aimed at him. .
"Heaven will not kill me!" The crisis was over, and Wang Dong shouted excitedly. He adjusted his state and blocked again while falling.
With the first experience, Wang Dong became more and more comfortable when he came out of the sword domain space for the second time. During the fall, as long as Wang Dong felt that his physical strength was not enough, he would enter the sword domain space. Supplement, then come out of the sword space and continue to fall to block.
When he came out of the sword space again, Wang Dong couldn't remember how many times he had repeated this process. He could now freely enter and exit the sword space in the blade storm, and those flying knives could no longer pose any threat to him. .
"That's..." He casually blocked several flying knives coming towards his door. Wang Dong stepped on one of the flying knives, slowing down his fall, and looked for another one suitable for landing. When the knife was flying, a huge shadow entered Wang Dong's field of vision, and he couldn't help but let out a exclamation.
(End of chapter)