Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

There might be some minor annoyances, but nothing major.

The arm squirmed for a while, and the real person didn't pay much attention after he glanced at Purgatory Xingshourou.

Because Joseph also moved when Purgatory Kyojuro attacked.

Jumping up and stepping on the head of the transformed alien at the front, Joseph used the opponent as a pedal and jumped up.

The body stretched out like a bow, and golden ripples shone on the fist wrapped around the hermit's purple.

It must be uncomfortable to be hit by this punch.

Real people think so.

However, a creepy feeling came, and the death warning frantically warned the real person at this moment.

And the source of the danger...  

It's the human with the knife!

Before he had time to think about it, the real person reluctantly turned his body around.

But it's still too late.

"Flame Tiger!"

The raging flames turned into a giant tiger biting down.

The sharp knife light flashed, and one arm and one leg of the real person flew into the air.

'It hurts! ! '

The pupils trembled violently, and Zhenren looked at the human in front of him in disbelief.

The severe pain from the soul told Zhenren that this blow was really effective.

why?

Obviously the attack at the beginning couldn't hurt it at all!

But why does it hurt this time!

'Wait, this knife? '

At this time, Zhenren realized belatedly that the knife in the hands of Purgatory Xingshoulang seemed to be a little different.

Not the original knife.

'Don't take me for a guy who doesn't know what to do. '

Raising his head slightly, the eyes of Purgatory Xingshourou seemed to convey such a message.

Today's portion.jpg

Chapter 640 This is my escape route!

The sharp knife light flashed, and one arm and one leg of the real person flew into the air.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, Purgatory Kyojuro didn't feel much resistance.

It may also be because the real person didn't take the attack of Purgatory Xingshourou to heart at first.

One is Purgatory Kyojuro who can't do actual harm to himself.

One is Joseph who can do actual damage to himself and looks like he's about to explode at full force.

The real person subconsciously focused on Joseph.

But I didn't expect Purgatory Xingshoulang to change a knife during the period of 'invisibility' just now.

It is not complicated to make a temporary knife that can attack the soul in a short period of time with the current level of the organization.

To some extent, the production process refers to the primary form of the Zanpakuto, but whether it can become a real Zanpakutō depends on fate.

Maybe, maybe not.

Just treat it as a potentially small matter and wait without hope.

From the appearance, there is not much difference between this knife and the sun wheel knife of Purgatory Kyojuro himself.

Purgatory Xingshoulang himself didn't say anything, but continued to entangle with those modified aliens.

This caused the real person to make a wrong judgment, that is, Purgatory Xingshourou could not cause harm to it.

Then at this critical moment, he successfully cut off an arm and a leg of the real person.

Using the rest of his hands and feet together, Zhenren retreated far away in embarrassment before stopping. I don't know why Purgatory Xingshoulang was not busy chasing him.

Tsk, it's that damn muscular man......

and many more!

The real person suddenly raised his head, and what caught his eyes was a voice that shone with light.

From a real person's point of view, only Joseph's eyes staring at it could be seen.

The arms wrapped around the purple of the hermit stretched to the maximum, and then......

smash it down!

boom--

A big hole was smashed out in the ground in an instant.

A large amount of smoke and dust was splashed, and a figure in embarrassment rolled on the ground for about ten meters before barely stopping.

Getting up from the ground, the real person raised his remaining hand with an ugly expression.

This arm full of suture marks was hammered into a puddle of mud by Joseph's blow just now.

Looks very disgusting.

"Damn thing..."

Staring sullenly at Joseph and Purgatory Kyojuro who were not far away, Masato barely stood up with one leg.

The severed wound and the arm smashed by Joseph began to squirm.

These wounds can be barely healed by changing the shape of the soul.

But it doesn't mean that the real person is really not consumed.

Those two attacks just now did have a big impact on it.

If it is a general attack, the real person can easily recover without even doing anything.

Because it affects the body through the soul, so no amount of normal attacks is useless.

But on the other hand, once the soul can be attacked, the real person will appear very fragile.

Because this guy who seems to be playing with the body but is actually playing with the soul has no protection for the soul at all.

Same as normal people.

outrageous.

In this gap, a middle-aged man in a panic rushed out from the darkness.

"Help! Help me!"

With a terrified look on his face, the man yelled as he ran.

But an imperceptible joy and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Back in time for a while, the middle-aged man, or the homeless man looked at the real person strangely.

"Game paused?"

This was the first time, and the tramp felt slightly uneasy.

"Someone may come to trouble me after a while."

Squatting on the ground and fiddling with something, the real person said casually.

Hearing this, the tramp's first reaction was not to finally have a chance to rid himself of the monster.

Rather, why would someone come to seek death?

There is even some complaints in my heart.

Tramps have long been used to this kind of life.

There is food and drink, and there is money without work. When the person who is pulled into the game at night dies, he will get the money.

This kind of behavior seems to be called bag licking in the game, right?

The tramp thought so.

Looking at the expression of the homeless man, the real man grinned slightly.

In the human world, what is this situation called?

What syndrome?

Forgive me for not remembering that word.

"this is for you."

From nowhere, he took out a long pitch-black needle, the length of his index finger was short and the thickness of a chopstick.

The real person casually tossed it to the homeless man.

The homeless man hurriedly caught it.

"This is............"

"This one, it's a poisonous needle."

"I transformed it with the blood and tail of the alien."

The real person said indifferently.

The homeless man who was holding the poisonous needle froze, carefully putting away the poisonous needle.

"I need you later......."

Facing Daoist's instructions, the homeless man nodded repeatedly.