Chapter 270 269. Secret · One Heart
Time passes bit by bit, and the facts cannot be changed by anyone's will and begging.
Lan En and Ashina Yishin now truly felt how far an immortal species with a long first-mover advantage could arm themselves.
Eight Hundred Bhikshunis' talents are not high at all. Whether it is sword skills, light body skills, physical limits, or other talents, she is mediocre.
Her sword skills are only solid. Even if she has practiced for hundreds of years, she is only at the level of 'solid'.
If it was Isshin Ashina who was full of energy and the two of them only spoke with swords, the skinny old man would even be sure to chop off her head within three minutes.
Her light body technique is on the same level as Xiao's, but because she doesn't have to hide like a ninja, the large monk's robes and cassocks she wears can catch the wind while jumping and landing. Time can be lighter and float further.
Her body absorbed enough source water over a long period of time to grow to its current size and strength.
This undead person with mediocre talents in all aspects has spent a long time arming himself and turned into the troublesome person he is today.
“Hey haha!”
The sinister and shrill laughter came from all directions. It was the sound of the ink phantom summoned by eight hundred bhikkhunis using their magic.
These phantoms will disappear like the fading clouds and mist, and then appear in other places like the thickening clouds and mist.
It seemed to have the light texture of an ink painting, but when Ashina Isshin and Lan En were able to dodge the naginata wielded by these ink phantoms with just a hair’s breadth, they knew.
There is no difference between the phantom blade and real steel.
The attacks of these phantoms were not taken seriously by Isshin Ashina and Lan En, because both of them were superior to eight hundred bhikkhunis in the art of swords.
The two of them could basically use the smallest movement, such as dodging sideways, to avoid each other's sword swing.
What is really troublesome is that this spell makes it impossible for the two to find where the other party's body is.
We can only walk around the entangled bodies of Master Xianfeng and Old Robert to prevent the enemies from joining together.
This spell must have a duration, because Lan En observed that the moves of these ink phantoms were increasingly disintegrating.
But the key is time! It's still time!
The demon hunter frowned. Behind him, Old Robert's steel armor and flesh and blood body kept hearing the sound of being torn apart by the undead insect's limbs.
Old Robert was dead. He never uttered a cry of pain or scream until his death, only a sigh of regret.
The other party is now just abusing his body that has no feeling.
This is the only thing that makes Lan En feel comforted now.
But even with a corpse, old Robert was reaching his limit.
Three undead insects that are much more ferocious than their kind are about to tear this 'prison' made of steel and flesh apart!
Kuroli still hasn’t come back.
Finally, the countdown that Mentos set on the corner of Lan En's retina came to an end.
In Lan En's ears, the centipedes also dropped the broken limbs in their mouths and appendages.
Master Xianfeng is out of trouble.
The dry human body 'pedestal' sighed and recited scriptures sadly.
He wanted to die and no longer wanted to harm others, but now even the ability to die was taken away by the undead insects.
The sound of the chitin carapace rubbing against the ground sounded, and the spring-like centipede began to move on its 'base' again.
Two piercing sounds from behind made the demon hunter turn around suddenly.
The giant sword in his hand slashed horizontally. The two undead insects and the upper body of the Immortal Peak Master were directly cut open by the blade of the giant sword, and then were torn in half by the power and inertia of the sword. !
This sword is not good at cutting, but good at smashing!
The demon hunter's sword directly chopped away the three undead insects that jumped over, but his face did not feel relaxed at all.
Because undead insects are immortal, and now, the situation has become one-on-one.
In the Buddhist hall, the ink-like phantoms suddenly disappeared together, and a huge blade of purple light and shadow thrust out from the disintegrating haze towards Lan En's lower back!
The blade has a spiral airflow blade, like a large rotating drill.
If Lan En were stabbed this time, it would not only be a knife edge, but his entire waist and abdomen would probably be severed by the airflow blade!
A foot wearing a simple straw sandal stepped on the naginata blade that stabbed from top to bottom.
This dangerous move even stunned the eight hundred bhikkhunis.
The blade of the knife, which was distorted by external force, penetrated into the ground, picking up fine pieces of wood chips, soil and masonry, but no one was hurt. This kind of move, which would put him to death if he made just the slightest mistake, seemed to the young Ashina Isshin to be an ordinary way to deal with it.
When he was young, Ashina was ambitious and motivated.
The moves that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about, in his eyes are 'Although you will die if you are not careful, as long as you succeed, won't you gain an advantage?'
The skinny one-eyed old man was panting, sweating, and his beard and hair were disheveled.
But the corners of his mouth showed a cheerful and generous smile unconsciously.
Lan En went to block the unkillable monster from Master Xianfeng, while he stood in front of the master.
To prevent two enemies from joining together, destroy them like a beast. But the opponent's endurance as an immortal was already dragging him to death.
But the knife that could turn the situation around was never delivered.
It looks like a very desperate situation.
But Ashina Isshin still couldn't help showing pleasure.
It would feel good if I could die in such a battle.
"Lan En, hoo-can you still hold on?"
The old man asked the young man who was entangled with the undead bug behind him.
The young man did not answer, but there was no hesitation or flinching in the sound of the giant steel sword causing strong winds and colliding with the monster.
It is a crisp sword.
Under the guidance of this pleasant voice, Ashina felt better.
"'Persevere until the end, even if you go to the guillotine, remember to ask the executioner for a bowl of water. Who knows what will happen when you drink water'. I was taught this when I was young, Lan En. Now this sentence The words are also for you."
The old man stood in front of the tall eight hundred bhikkhunis with a smile, but uncharacteristically put the gold and steel dragon sword in his hand back into the scabbard and stood it up in front of him.
His tall and thin body slowly squatted down and lowered his center of gravity.
The Phantom Seat Master, who had been attacking fiercely just now, seemed to feel some kind of oppressive atmosphere at this time, and his fierce offensive posture turned into a defensive posture unknowingly.
“The endurance battle between life and death. Even if it hurts so much that you want to die, you must persist until the end, otherwise your death will not be pleasant. This is what I think.”
"You haven't seen the [Wuxin-ryu] scroll I gave you, right? It's actually a bit difficult to understand."
"Now is the right time, let me show it to you."< br>
“My achievements in [Wuxin Ryu]!”
The sheathed katana has been raised in front of his face, blocking his destroyed eyes, with only one sharp One-eyed, looking at his opponent from behind the hilt of the knife.
Lan En could feel that Ashina was going to do something to stop the eight hundred bhikkhunis alone when he was exhausted.
Now, everyone is working hard.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a breeze blowing through the entire Buddhist hall for no reason.
It seems like something is pulling a huge amount of air to gather.
The sawdust and dust on the ground are rolling in one direction, and the flames on the candlestick are swaying in one direction.
The direction of Ashina Isshin!
Suddenly, it was as if the volume of the world suddenly dropped for a moment. The sound of burning, the creaking of the floorboards, and the neighing of undead insects were all muffled.
Only the words from the old man's mouth were clearly audible.
"[Secret]."
"Click"
The scabbard opened slightly, and then there was silence.
"【一心】"
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