Shirai brother of a certain science

Chapter 61
There is no bright sword light, nor a strong sword intent.

Even if you just find a gym on the side of the road, the swordsmanship masters there will give Shirai this chop a bad review.

The posture is wrong, the speed is too slow, the sword is not drawn ruthlessly, it can't even be called Iai Slash, it can only be said to be an ordinary sword drawn out, and then slashed.

Shirai didn't even have a scabbard, he just put the sword on his waist symbolically.

click-

There was the sound of glass breaking.

bang bang bang --

Cracks gradually appeared in the air and spread rapidly in a fan shape. Tanks, floors, walls, and ceilings
All in all, everything within the attack range will be smashed to pieces under this slash.

"call"

Take a deep breath.

Shirai's right hand trembled and hung down.

In fact, Kong Dodge's starting moves and slashing strikes do not affect the power of Kong Dodge. Pulling out the knife and slashing out is just a spell or seal similar to a magic formula to release the power of space, so he didn't deliberately Go to practice Ju He Zhan.

"boom--"

The space cracks became more and more dense, and finally formed a space turbulence, like a black hole, tearing and pulling everything around. Under this level of offensive, the chance of old Hank surviving is very low.

That is to say, he doesn't smoke. If he had this hobby, he might have already lit a cigarette, turned around gracefully, and left behind a handsome picture of a real man who never looks back at the turbulent space.

After the space turbulence raged for a while, it slowly dissipated, and the broken space was slowly restored, but the items above the space coordinates were all swallowed by the space turbulence and disappeared.

"Perfect."

Putting away the bamboo stick and sword in his hand, and then picked up the Fantasy Killer who was randomly thrown to the side when he threw the tank just now, Shirai planned to go back to do business.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again.

Turning around, he saw a light.

That's right, a lamp.

But it's not an ordinary desk lamp, or an incandescent lamp.

It was an old kerosene lamp.

There was obviously no wind, but the flames in the kerosene lamps were flickering slowly.

If it was just like this, it wouldn't make Bai Jing feel vigilant. The most important thing is that this kerosene lamp is floating in mid-air.

"The light goes on and off, the light goes off and on again."

A weak voice sounded from the fourth underground floor, and Shirai didn't need to look to know that it must be Old Hank.

Unexpectedly, in that situation, he was not dead yet, and he even made this kerosene lamp.

Shirai didn't hesitate, he wasn't the kind of idiot who would ask the enemy what it was, he would just kill what he thought was a threat in the bud right away.

Fantasy Killer was directly transported into the kerosene lamp by him.

"Wave--"

The kerosene lamp shattered like smoke, and then reassembled without being touched by Fantasy Killer.

Stretching out his hand and pinching Fantasy Killer into his hand again, Shirai's expression turned ugly.

"It's stuck!"

At this moment, the only remaining light in the corridor flickered and a spark burst out.

The lamp did not go out, and soon returned to normal, but the spark it flashed did not disappear as usual, but turned into a small fireball, quietly drifting towards the kerosene lamp, and submerged in the lamp.

Not just this light.

Even the flashlight that was left on the ground by some unlucky person actually flickered sparks, bringing a gleam of fire to some kerosene lamp.

Immediately afterwards, in the entire Academy City, except for the building in Aleister, street lights, night lights, neon lights, car lights, and indicator lights
In short, as long as there are things with the concept of lights, all sparks burst out, forming small fireballs, flying towards the direction of the Five Elements Organ.

One after another, the small fireballs entered the third basement floor of the Five Elements Organ through the stairs, like dancing butterflies, swaying and submerging into the kerosene lamp.

"Hehehe"

A sinister smile came from under the lamp. Old Hank only had his upper body left. At this moment, he seemed to be lifted by a pair of invisible big hands, floating under the kerosene lamp. Shirai even saw some rotten intestines hanging on his wound.

After Shirai's failed attempt to break the kerosene lamp, he began trying to disperse the fireballs.But the number of these fireballs is really too much, even if one is knocked out, there are still several who got into the kerosene lamp by this time.

Immediately afterwards, something that horrified Shirai appeared.

It was a fireball.

A ball of fire hovering directly above a kerosene lamp.

A fireball that Shirai is very familiar with.

Shirai once watched this fireball destroy an entire town.

He must be stopped!

But as soon as Bai Jing raised his hand, part of the fireball that was flying towards the kerosene lamp stopped, and then hit Bai Jing at an incredible speed.

Shirai used Fantasy Killer to extinguish a few, then dodged a few, and was finally hit by a fireball.

No way, it's too dense.

There was no deflagration and no burning sensation, the fireball passed through Shirai's left arm like an illusion.

A sense of powerlessness spread from the pierced place, and his left hand soon lost all feeling.

Seeing this, Bai Jing didn't hesitate, and directly took out the bamboo stick sword in the space with his right hand, and cut off his left arm with one sword.

The severed left arm dried quickly like a dead branch, losing moisture, before it landed, it turned into a handful of dust and was blown away by the wind.

"This"

Shirai's face became increasingly ugly.

Just a small fireball has such power, if that big fireball blows up here.
Shirai gasped.

He is actually not afraid of this fireball exploding, he is afraid that this big fireball will run around in Academy City like a small fireball, and by that time...it is estimated that Academy City will be completely wiped out.

"This is not an ordinary fire, but a hundred fires."

Old Hank seemed to have regained some sanity, he looked at Shirai with his cloudy eyeballs and said.

"A ruined product?"

Shirai just heard this word, but didn't understand what it meant, because Old Hanke said these three Chinese characters in English.

"Baijiahuo does not refer to a hundred household fires, but the lights of the people all over the world. However, this concept does not come from the West, but from the Celestial Dynasty. If I tell you, you will not understand."

Old Hanke didn't explain this to Shirai, but he surprised Shirai quite a bit.

As a pure celestial person, even if Bai Jing didn't know about Baijiahuo, he had heard of Baijiayi, Baijiafan, Baijia Umbrella and so on.

When it comes to these, it is either praying for blessings or blessings, in short, this is something mysterious and mysterious.

Fire, for human beings, is of great significance.

Dispel darkness and bring light.

Chase away wild beasts and bring ease.

It is it that made mankind out of the era of ruthlessness and blood drinking.

And Baijiahuo, also known as Baijia lights.

Hundreds of lights also symbolize the fire of people's livelihood.

This fire of people's livelihood cannot be touched.

Like him, it is a blessing to only lose an arm. If he were a monk of the Celestial Dynasty, Shirai might have been burned back to the research institute in England by the lights of hundreds of schools.

PS: The so-called lights of a hundred schools of thought and the fire of the people's livelihood are just my nonsense. People who know how to do it should not blame it. After all, it is a novel, and I want to write it in a more compelling style.

(End of this chapter)