Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 124: Sound of Heaven (3/4)

It seems that there are a thousand thunders resounding in the ears, and it seems that there are a thousand lightnings piercing the sky.

Ian raised his sword and took a step forward. In a kind of intoxication and enthusiasm, he stepped into a darkness full of light.

The fascination comes from the brain, and the heat comes from the body. In the eyes of the young man at this time, the world has completely turned into a sea of ​​radiant mist, but the deeper he goes into it, the more he seems to step into a bottomless abyss.

—Is this the feeling I have never experienced before?

At this moment, Ian felt that the shackles of his thinking were slowly being shattered, and things that he had never thought about before appeared in his mind, and the strong stimulation and toxin brought by the fruit of the soma wine tree were smoothly The mucous membrane penetrates into the blood, and then transmits to the brain, forcibly opening one after another physical restraint and thought shackles.

It's not because I'm anesthetized that I can't think—it's because I'm overwhelmed by too much information, so I can't think.

If it is an ordinary person, even an indigenous warrior who has been trained since childhood, will turn into a bloodthirsty beast at this moment. He can only rely on instinct to attack the enemy and become a berserker who kills both the enemy and us.

But Ian feels that everything is very good.

Very good.

"It turns out that death is like this, slowly stepping into selfless destruction..."

Just suppressing his psychic backlash, Wiggs raised his head and heard the boy of Bai Zhimin muttering to himself: "This is really a completely unknown feeling... completely different from the darkness and unknown in the starry sky, but the darkness of death It feels good to be with the unknown..."

—What happened?

The knight frowned. He continued to listen to Ian's heart, but he didn't hear anything.

But in contrast, there was a sudden whistling wind coming from the bones of his ears.

"What?!"

Weggs was startled, he raised his left hand to block, and with the sound of bone and iron, something even more shocking happened - Ian's strength had doubled compared to just now. The power was so wild that the bone sword he blocked was deflected a little.

Listening to the voice carefully, the knight was stunned to realize that Ian's state at the moment was extremely wrong!

His heartbeat speeded up, and the rush of blood was several times stronger than before. If it weren't for the sublimated person's blood vessels and heart, the blood vessels would have burst, and the internal muscles would have been over-congested and disabled!

There was even a gust of hot air rising from the opponent's body, rolling the surrounding rain and fog like a wind!

Clang! ! !

Just when Wiggs was in doubt, Ian slashed with his sword again, as if lightning tore through the night—this time he still didn't hear the slightest heartbeat, and he didn't even feel a vague instinctive reaction. !

Losing both eyes and the skin's sense of wind, even the psionic power of the sound of the wind is invalid. The knight hastily blocked, but was still knocked back, and staggered back several steps.

The young man Bai Zhimin had no intention of retreating. He continued to move forward silently, chasing Weggs. He had obviously lost most of his thinking ability and was immersed in the darkness of death, but he was still able to find the most tricky and critical angles. The enemy waved a series of fierce sword gestures.

"It's psionic power!"

Although he couldn't see it, Wiggs could sense that the 'gaze' that was originally vaguely focused on him seemed to be more than ten times stronger.

The opponent didn't look at his vitals at all, he just relied on the pure 'premonition' brought by spiritual energy, and relied on the 'prophet's intuition' to attack himself!

Thinking? instinct? No need... At this moment, Ian just swung his sword purely at the specific color in his psychic omen.

He's not even attacking.

A sword is heavier than a sword, and a sword is faster than a sword. At this moment, Ian has integrated Hilliard's teachings with his own spiritual power in the past two years—his body discarded all superfluous Actions, using the feedback of psionic energy as the basis for fighting.

Therefore, there is no prophet.

Weggs felt as if he was fighting a smaller Hilliard, who was obviously very weak, and might lose his fighting ability at any time due to the backlash brought about by this inexplicable state, but it was the same He can persist until the moment when he feels incredible.

The more he swung the sword, the more he fought, the more he felt that the two figures were overlapping... Although the prophet's swordsmanship is different from the mentor's back-to-basics skills, but for him who is now seriously injured and near death, it is not the same. There is no essential difference.

And...

He was indeed dying.

Crack! I don't know how many steps back, Wiggs stepped on a rock under his feet, this is a mistake he would never make before - a swordsman can't even control the strength of his own feet, it can only show that his The pace has been messed up to the point of collapse.

He raised his sword, and silently slashed Ian horizontally with the bottom of the bone blade. The sound of steel scraping against bone was harsh and sharp, making him feel like vomiting.

No... not because of the sound.

But the guts are about to strike.

Weggs is well aware of his body.

The effect of the medicine is wearing off.

Thunder's paralysis has not completely dissipated.

The power of forced excitation is decreasing.

Lose so much blood that the internal organs are on the verge of failing.

The injury caused by the bombardment by the teacher and Lei Guang has recurred, stripping away his few remaining lifespan bit by bit.

Even the sublimation of the second energy level is about to reach the limit at this moment.

And Ian's sword is still being swung again and again.

Like thunder.

Toughness, genius, intelligence, quick-wittedness, determination and always being able to find the right option... All these words can be placed on the young man of Bai Zhimin.

Blocked another sword, the bone blade has been knocked out by the Wufeng epee, but Wiggs has no spare energy to activate the source quality and absorb the surrounding calcium to make up for it.

The knight just turned his head sideways, and 'looked' in the direction where the old man's breathing sound came from the wind and rain.

Weggs looked at the mentor who rescued him from the sea of ​​suffering, at the mentor who led him to the road of sublimation, and he looked at the mentor who disappeared completely without saying a word, letting all the old friends and disciples of the Patrol Knights The mentor who was murdered looked at the mentor who was old enough to be close to death, but still insisted on the mission of 'don't know what it is'.

In the empty eye sockets, the brilliance of spiritual energy is gradually dimming.

—Is this the heir you have chosen? It is really a very good successor...

Looks like...

I really don't deserve it.

The brilliance of the sky is gathering, and the dazzling bright red is condensing on the frontless epee. Even now that he is completely intoxicated on the verge of death, Ian still throws the long sword in his hand without hesitation, and shoots straight at it. Wiggs stabbed in the chest.

The knight who had reached the limit instinctively wanted to raise the bone blade in his hand to block, but the left-hand sword, which was already on the verge of breaking, broke as soon as it touched it.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword that followed directly penetrated the slowly collapsing enamel exoskeleton, and went straight into the center of the **** chest.

Weggs fell to the ground with his head up, but even so he was not dead, he listened in relief to the roar of the sky gradually coming from above his head, which was rapidly attacking him, the heat and thunder gathered.

The psyker who is eager to hear the opinions of others, and the opinions of others, has lost hearing of everything.

In a huge roar that pierced the whole world, he fell into real, decisive and silent darkness.

Never return.

The white-haired boy stared at this scene, also slowly closed his eyes, and fell backwards.

He also fell into the quiet, familiar and warm darkness.

It's like coming home.