Chapter 142 I can't cut it anymore, I'll go crazy if I cut my family Xia Mi again.
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The moment he tightened his grip on the blade, his already burning eyes became even brighter, like a car light illuminating the darkness, or like a torch lighting up the black fog.
Her slender wrists slowly moved up from the bandage around her waist, and the blade of the sword was detached from the scabbard, glowing with the wild moonlight, exuding a touch of cold sadness.
The long knife was waved gently in her hand, and she made a smooth cut in front of her face. It couldn't be called any sword skill, it was just a casual cut.
The sound waves of the waves and the vibrations of the air suddenly disappeared,
At this moment, the entire sea was silent as if there was only the cold long knife...
The long knife slowly cuts across.
Corpse guards, sea water, boats, air, and even the huge group of dark clouds that were rolling in the sky. After a second, they began to fall apart,
The sharp fragments spread out together with the air fragments, as if a tornado swept across the sea. Wherever it went, the sharp wind blades splashed thin and dense rainstorms, and the sea water flew around like black ink.
It has a completely different effect from the huge iceberg just now, but what remains unchanged is the order. In the huge field, the thing she gave the death order to,
All must die!
With Eriyi as the center, all the sea water shoots into the air at high speed, like the waves caused by a boulder falling in the lake, but the smallest wave here must be at least ten meters high.
The seawater surrounded the small boat. In the surrounding space, except for the small boat under her feet, the sky above her head and the underground water with Eriyi as the center were all given orders, all given orders in obscure dragon texts.
She does not allow life to exist, so life will not be allowed to exist around her.
The surviving corpse guards further away fled in all directions in horror. They were instinctively frightened by the girl and wanted to escape, wanting to escape further.
The next second, their bodies split in the middle, and the split bodies were divided into two halves again, and the two halves continued to be divided, and so on.
"Alas..." The weak voice sighed helplessly again.
Eriki, who was standing on the boat and looking around, suddenly looked to a certain direction under her feet.
It was as if she could see clearly what was inside through the thick black sea water.
She couldn't see clearly.
But she could feel that the other party did not die under her order.
If there is no death, then naturally we need...
Eriyi slowly raised the crimson sword in her hand again.
The violent air around her became calm the moment she raised her hand. She used greater strength and used higher-level dragon weapons.
Countless pieces of sea water are stagnant in the mid-air, and small pieces of moonlight shine through the dark clouds around them, like pearls in the sun.
Clean and full of hope.
Time seemed to have been paused by God at this moment. The water droplets were suspended in the air. One side was rolled up by the moonlight, crystal clear, and the other side was swallowed by darkness, as dark as ink.
Under time, the only thing that changed was the long knife in Eriyi's hand. The long knife was swung in a semicircle, and the shadow of the huge statue flowed in the air.
The power of death is superimposed along the shadow, and the thick darkness grows and extends crazily under the spread of death.
finally.
brush!
Snap.
The slender palm fell on his shoulder.
The long sword that Eriki raised could no longer be swung up or moved down no matter what.
Eriyi stood there blankly, her expressionless golden vertical pupils gradually becoming dull.
She couldn't understand why the enemies in the deep sea suddenly appeared behind her. What she couldn't understand even more was that she felt that the power in her body was retreating. It was like a group of snakes encountered a snake king. They did not dare to step forward, but they did not
Dare to step forward,
What should I do?
The enemies she has ever encountered have been split in half by one blow of her sword. Even if they are not dead, they will be killed by the second blow of her swing. In her battle consciousness, if the enemy cannot be defeated by one sword, use two swords. If two swords are not enough, she will kill them.
Just three swords...
She has never even been in a situation where she couldn't swing her sword.
She stood there blankly and tried her best to wave her arm downwards, but the palm of her hand was pressing down on her like a mountain.
Water stains gradually blurred Eri's shoulders, and the clean miko uniform was gradually eroded by the red color on her palms. A faint iron smell began to permeate the air.
Eriki couldn't move, and the people behind her didn't move either.
Time passes little by little, maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour.
The scale of tornadoes is getting bigger and bigger, and the energy in the deep sea vortex is getting more and more terrifying.
Finally, the figure behind him finally rang out from the silent air.
Still so weak, but not so dying.
"We can't chop it any more. If we chop it any more, my Xia Mi will go crazy."
Eriyi's body suddenly trembled, and her ears stood up and moved slightly.
She seemed to have heard something very important. Her expressionless eyes were quickly covered by thick ripples, and even the erect golden pupils in her pupils were slowly replaced by crimson.
She didn't even have the most basic qualities of a prisoner. Without the permission of the figure behind her, she suddenly broke away with less and less strength behind her.
He twisted his body.
really.
What appeared behind her was a man, a man she was familiar with and the man she wanted to find.
It's just that the current man is a little unusually embarrassed, which is in sharp contrast to the handsome and smiling man in her memory.
At this moment, Fu Nian was dressed in a shabby black cloth that could be called tattered. It was the diving combat suit prepared by the Japanese branch for them before, or the diving combat suit with cotton, thickening and down.
It's just that they have all died heroically now, and the few strands left on Fu Nian's body can only cover something hanging down around his waist.
As for the chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs, there is no chance at all. The whole person looks like a refugee who has fled all the way back from the East African prairie. No, the refugee may have luggage with him. He only has the burden of traveling with him. They are better than Fu Nian now.
Good or bad.
Eryi's eyes fell on the other person's most eye-catching head. He seemed to have been blown up by something. His hair, which was originally full of texture, was now smoked black, and each strand of disheveled hair seemed to have been indulged in without modification. A
A person pursues freedom.
The injury seemed to be quite serious. A large amount of scarlet liquid appeared in Eriyi's eyes as he continued to move downwards. They were stuck to every corner of his body, most of which were around his ribs and waist and abdomen.
Eryi looked at Fu Nian at this moment, took two steps back slightly, then stretched out her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose.
There was a strange look in his eyes.
Fu Nian suddenly laughed when he saw the change in Eli Yi's expression.
Looking helplessly at the porcelain doll-like girl in front of him, he wanted to reach out but hesitated.
Finally, he sat helplessly on the boat, looked at the two guys under his feet and sighed.
Every time he made a mistake, he was not the only one who climbed up with Fu Nian, but there were also two strong-looking men, Caesar and Chu Zihang, who had broad waists and broad bodies.
It's just that they are in a coma now. And they are not as miserable and embarrassed as Fu Nian. They are neatly dressed, and there are even thick layers of black bandages in many places.
That was the diving suit Fu Nian was wearing. Although Fu Nian tried his best to protect their safety, the power of the nuclear bomb explosion was still beyond his imagination.
But luckily, at least the two of them were rescued by him. Although there was a little accident during the process, the ending was good in the end.
The blood on his body is not his. Compared with the external injuries on Caesar and Chu Zihang, for him they are more internal injuries.
But it doesn't matter, the recovery speed of the dragon body is astonishing and unimaginable. He has experienced physical recovery at least ten times at the bottom of the sea.
I'm still standing here fine now, it doesn't matter, except for my weak legs, which are a little weak, everything is fine.
Fu Nian raised his head helplessly and met Eli Yi's alert eyes.
Then a small notebook appeared in front of his eyes.