Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Her palm covered Shiji's line of sight, and she reflexively retracted the knife that had stabbed at Araya Zonglian's chest, and slashed towards her arm, intending to cut off the monk's right hand.

"Dai Tian." Huangye Zonglian said.

The blade went through his wrist without causing any damage.

Almost, Araiya Zonglian's right hand was about to touch two rituals.But for some reason, the monk's hand paused.

"Ok?"

It was this moment of time that gave the girl enough time to react, and blocked the hand that did not hold the knife in front of the trajectory of Araya Zonglian's right hand.

Bang!

The monster-like arm smashed the girl into the bottles and jars next to her. The hardened glass of some jars was even smashed, and the head and formalin ran out together.

The first close battle between the two ceremonies and Araya Zonglian ended with her complete defeat.Two hundred years of tantric monks, in addition to magic, martial arts is the pinnacle.

"Knowing that you won't just sit back and watch, Bahram."

Araya Zonglian stared at Rope who distracted him with a strong killing intent, and the other party sat in the same position and did not move.

Even with such a blatant expression of killing intent, the monk still did not dare to act rashly-because he knew that if he was careless, there was a [-]% chance that he would die.

——No mistakes are allowed in the battle with the war god.

Luo Pei ignored Araya Zonglian, looked at the place where Shiji fell, and asked calmly.

"Do you know a little about how far your strength is different from his? Shi, ask me for help honestly. I will help you get back the injury you just suffered."

The sound of the bottle being pushed, the girl in the kimono crawled out of it, and she felt a little rain after being soaked in formalin.

"...I don't need you, don't mind your own business Rope."

The hand she used to resist Araya Zonglian lost consciousness, and she didn't know if it was a broken bone or a muscle contusion.

Even so, the two rituals still stood up, holding the sword in one hand and staring at Araya Zonglian.

"The revenge of "Weaving" must be avenged by me! "

"..."

... You said that there is nothing wrong with standing by and watching, the super thug is right next to you, just say how you want to take revenge.

The stubbornness of the two rituals was not incomprehensible, but it still troubled Rope.

Because of this, she is the two rituals.

"I really lost to you, girl."

Ropey stepped down on his shoulders and sighed.

Afterwards, he skillfully pulled out a double-barreled revolver from the inside of his jacket - "Blue Rose. Kai".

"There was something better for you, but let Shishi say something like swearing allegiance to me... It's not possible. Just like this, let's make a big fuss, then go home and sleep peacefully, tomorrow will be again. a new day……"

Rope's muzzle was not aimed at Araya Zonglian, but two rituals.

The girl was a little stunned. Although she could feel Rope's kindness, she still felt chills from the bottom of her heart when someone pointed a gun at such a thing.

This is the instinctive reaction of humans after understanding the effect of firearms.

The next moment, Rope pulled the trigger.

——The secret technique "Thinking Acceleration".

Chapter [-] Death dances, the end of the old monk

The bullet wrapped in the secret technique silently passed through the air and shot into the girl's forehead.

There was no pain, the expressions of the two rituals became a little dull for a moment, and then returned to normal. She instinctively noticed the changes in her body, or "brain".

It's like a sophisticated computer starting to power up.

The southeast direction of the room, the wind from the vent; the thin breathing of the monk; the drop of water dripping from the sleeve of one's own kimono is once a second; the frontal distance to the enemy is [-] meters——

The information that would have been ignored by instinct was recognized and understood at once, and the eyes of the two rituals saw more things, and more "death" of all things.

"This is..." She raised her hand in amazement, and she could clearly feel the order of the muscles under her skin.

Rope turned the revolver in a circle in his hand, put it back, and said with a smile.

"Very good, right? You can kill it if you can see it. As long as your reaction and information processing abilities are improved, that monk's enchantment is just a piece of tissue paper."

"Thank you."

It's rare to say thank you.

It seemed that she had adapted to the effect of "thinking acceleration", she kicked off the wooden shoes, and her small feet stepped on the ground wearing foot bags, as soft as a cat walking.

Although the injured arm has some influence on the movement, in this state...the eyes of the two rituals were condensed, and they rushed up again.

More sensitive than before, when the distance was about five meters, the girl jumped up high.

The same attack routine as just now - close-up pressure, the target is the chest.

But Kuroye Zonglian sensed something was wrong.Is it the effect of the bullet fired from the Bahram pistol just now?He wasn't sure, so the monk took back his three-point attention on Rope and focused on the two rituals.

The magician pointed his palm at the girl who had nowhere to help in mid-air, and let out a low roar as if drinking back.