Chapter 302 Chapter 312: This Is My Last

Chapter 303 Chapter 312: This is my last ripple!

The violinist placed his bow, the drummer grasped the drumsticks, and the oboe player placed his mouth on the instrument.

The conductor raised his baton and waved it down.

Then the passionate symphony performance began. In the tacit rhythm, the young man holding the gun exerted his power to let the enemy learn the top spear skills under the divine realm.

Stab, sweep, collapse, pick...

The spear roared like a dragon and swept across, but there was always a dim iron light that appeared just right, forcing it to stop.

The crowned assassin swung his sword, and although his eyes were burning with fire, his deep disappointment could still be felt.

As weak as ever, he even gave up on the tyrannical Demonic Eye of Direct Death, as if he never had it, and just used mortal martial arts!

It's like a carefully cultivated seed that dies shortly after being planted.

It shouldn't be so!

Even if the old man of the mountain has never taught anyone else in his life, in a training ground with almost unlimited lives, if he teaches step by step, even a pig can gain something!

Is this because the students are too stupid, or are the teachers taking things for granted?

Just as Assassin, who was ranked first, was in astonishment, the young man in front suddenly spoke.

"I have always asked you to be merciful, Mr. Old Man."

It seemed like he was about to give up, but the mountain man had a stern look on his face and raised his sword with both hands!

The crimson lightning struck down and struck the ancient long sword. The fierce fighting spirit collided with the cold spiritual fire, exploding into brilliant light and mist like fireworks, adding bright color to this dim world.

There was a crisp sound of 'click'.

The old man of the mountain's expression froze, while the smile on Shuo Yue's face became even wider.

The next moment, the big sword in the assassin's hand was broken into two pieces, and the red spear, which had lost its opponent, screamed, broke through the air, and pierced the chest of the tall old man. Then he deftly broke away, snatched away the grasping hands, and Shuo Yue spun around. , holding the tail of the gun, swinging the magic gun wide open and wide, with rainbow-blue light shining in his eyes.

Although it was only a short moment, it was enough to determine victory or defeat.

The dead line is locked, and the spear is smashed down!

There were no blood flowers blooming, only the clear cry of swords clashing. Under the long sword that had returned to its original state, the fire in the eyes of the old man in the mountain became even brighter:

"Do you think you can defeat me by breaking your weapon? Are you too arrogant?"

Even if the severely worn weapons in dozens of battles gave Shuo Yue an opportunity, as an assassin, how could the old man in the mountain not be prepared?

Facing Wang Hassan's questioning, Sakuye smiled even more in his eyes:

"This is just a casual prank. It would be great if it works, but if it fails, it will save you the guilt of not being able to win."

As the young man waved the spear, the cold bloody light spread like a tide. Even if he faced an enemy he had killed dozens of times, there was still no fear in Shuo Yue's eyes.

In fact, the power of the spear in his hand became even more astonishing.

"I know what you want to teach me, Your Excellency. However, students are used to being unrestrained throughout their lives. They don't like the sudden explosion after suppression. Instead, they like to be crushed straight away."

Knowing the painstaking efforts of the crowned assassin, Shuo Yue slowly lowered her body, and her eyes gradually revealed a rainbow-blue look.

After a short rest, the Demonic Eye of Death reappeared.

"Although I am a dull student, there are always things I can do, such as now -"

As he moved forward, not only did the young man turn into a strong wind, but even the red gun in his hand let out a hearty cry:

"Teacher, please come and appreciate the works honed by students after experiencing so many deaths!"

Strong wind blows.

The spear was extended again, along the direction of the line of death.

But this time, the mountain man could no longer find the possibility of counterattack. He raised his long sword and blocked the powerful and heavy magic spear. But then he felt a lightness, and the tight force lost its landing point and escaped. Come on.

The spear that lost its user fell to the ground, and the young man seemed to be floating in the wind, clinging to the ground at an extremely fast speed, swooping over, and the black and white knives in his hands pulled the dark curtain and slashed out in staggered directions.

Following the dead line again!

Although he was astonished, the old man of the mountain was still not afraid. He flipped his wrist and met the general Mo Xie head-on with a flip of his wrist. Steel collided and sparks flew out!

Two figures passed by each other, Shuo Yue's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he threw away the two swords without hesitation. He took the bronze long sword, and the clear light on the blade cut through the dark night.

Heading towards the mountain's thin line of death!

The strong wind roared, and Wang Hassan took the initiative to retreat for the first time in this battle. His tattered windbreaker swayed, and several blue spirit fires flew out and were randomly chopped by the long sword. The young man was bathed in blue flames and roared, as if he was mighty. And the solemn hero put his strength on the edge of the sword and slashed diagonally!

It's still the pursuit of the dead line, and it's still the perfect posture that can't be blocked!

Finally realizing what this cheap student showed him, the mountain man gave up the idea of ​​blending into the shadows to dodge, and accepted the blow calmly. As the old sword was neatly divided into two, his body also started to move from top to bottom. A cut opened underneath, and an unknown substance like a shadow leaked out of the scar.

Like a punctured paper man, Wang Hassan took a deep look at Shuo Yue and disappeared into the darkness.

Shuo Yue gasped and leaned down, her rainbow-blue eyes were frighteningly bright, like an incandescent lamp that was about to burn out.

Won.

There was no opportunism, let alone defeat without force. Before the thirty-sixth death, Shuo Yue chopped the sword of the old man in the mountain into pieces along with himself.

This is a victory that no one can fault!

The sense of victory over the Grand Heroic Spirit finally emerged, and the young man panted, sat on the ground, and laughed loudly.

If a single martial art cannot keep up with the power of the Eye of Death, then what about Diarmuid's double guns? Or the Great Qin killing technique recorded from Wu'an Jun? Or the double swords and longbow from Red A?

If a strand of the techniques that the Heroic Spirits are proud of is cut off and blended into one, then can such a variety of skills catch up with the free death line?

The death of the old man of the mountain proved the correctness of this idea!

"Wonderful battle, I really look at you with new eyes."

The shadow outlined the figure, and in the same way of resurrection, the old man of the mountain reappeared in front of Shuoyue, but he had put away the greatsword.

"By constantly changing your weapons, you can capture the essence of your martial arts while revealing a corner of death in every move... This is a completely different path from mine, but it is also a way of fighting that scares me."

"As you said, I am really stupid in martial arts." Shuoyue replied with a wry smile, "The first thirty deaths were when I tried to combine spearmanship with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception - but I failed. It seems that creating tailor-made spearmanship is not something that a half-assed person like me can do."

"In desperation, I can only use this splicing method to achieve a coherent attack."

"That means you only used five deaths to integrate the Mystic Eyes into your martial arts?" The old man in the mountain looked at the man with a humble smile and fell silent.

This student didn't seem to know that although he was indeed very weak in martial arts compared to his magic talent, he was still very weak, but... he was still a genius that ordinary people could not reach.

Even if what he had accepted so far were gifts from others, even if it was just a theory and a practice, he could still create a fusion martial art that could defeat the champion hero.

Although this was contrary to his original intention, it was undeniable that this was a skill that was enough to establish a school...

It was not a one-shot kill, but a big move, with the unique heroic spirit of young people.

Perhaps, he was too inflexible...

The blue spirit fire flashed in his pupils, and the old man in the mountain spoke slowly.

"You have proved your ability to me, so you should take this responsibility well."

"What?"

Before Shuoyue could react, the old man's figure completely disintegrated and turned into a blazing blue spirit flame that enveloped him.

"This power... Could it be!"

Before the last words fell, the young man's figure disappeared, completely disappearing in this gradually collapsing dream.

The next chapter will be slower, no need to wait