066, Two-color Demon Eye

"The moment when the sword is stabbed is not the moment when the result is caused. Relax the whole body, keeping the mind absolutely clear without any reservation."

The moment when the sword is stabbed...isn't it the moment when the result is?

Relax your whole body...?

The state of mind...clear?

And at the end... don't carry anything...

……reserve?

In an instant, the snow that fell on the child's head seemed to be driven away by something, and moved unnaturally. But just a moment later, the snowflakes fell on him again... towards this "people" who were as cold as them.

"Um?"

The man stopped. Because he found that the child behind him who was supposed to be lying down and waiting for death actually stood up again. He sneered: "Why, don't you wait for death obediently, do you still want me to deal with you soon?"

The man smiled and turned around. He didn't take the other person seriously at all. No matter what, he was just a child, a child in his early teens. How could such a child do? It really makes people laugh.

But when he turned around and looked at the child's eyes, the contempt just now cooled down in an instant. He knew that the child's eyes were very cold, but he never knew that the child's eyes would be so cold! It was not like a pair of eyes that humans should have. There was no emotion, no hope, and no despair in these eyes. There was empty and there was no brilliance that any living person should have!

"...Hmph, how is it possible? I was actually frightened by such a little devil?!"

The man stopped leaving, and he turned around and walked back, and his right hand began to gather strength again. But, perhaps just a sense of danger, he picked up the little baby girl in his left hand and blocked her body in front of his heart.

In the alley in the dark—

"Has Wuxin Martial Arts finally succeeded? Then, it's time to undo the shackles."

The speaker snapped his fingers gently. Suddenly, the handcuffs and chokers that bound the idiot were untied after four sounds of bang. The shackles fell to the ground, and with a bang, they smashed a big hole in the snow-covered ground!

Free from the constraints...

How terrible is a beast free from bondage? The idiot's eyes swept across his hands and feet, and his white breath exhaled from his mouth. His right hand swung, and the Sword of Dark Destruction was held in his hand again. But this was not the case, because the next moment, a more terrifying fact had already appeared in front of the man!

The chain that tightly tied the little beggar's right arm began to rotate, and a chain with a sharp pointed tip suddenly drilled out from the hilt of the black long sword, and pierced hard into the little beggar's arm! The chain began to wriggle, making a sound of Gragra, and the whole right forearm of the little beggar's right forearm was finally completely covered by the chain! Not only that, the little beggar's right eye slowly moved the chain...

Turned into a bright red like blood.

"You...you! What's going on!!!"

The white gas slowly exhaled, and the little beggar held the sword and took a step towards the man. The man's instinct told him that he had become very dangerous now and he needed to throw the baby girl in his hand and run away immediately. But his self-esteem did not allow this! As a powerful man of the pure spirit level, if someone knew that he was running away in front of a ten-year-old child, what status would he have in the future?

"Hahahaha...hahahaha! Interesting, so interesting! Human boy, yes, that's it! In normal times, I let you wave it. During the battle, you can control the rules! "The First Prison" tastes good? Come on, now we will rush up and split that guy and that damn baby girl in half! Then, you will truly understand what strength is and what indulgence is! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

The bloody pupils looked so eye-catching in the snow. The dark migrated laughed wildly, waiting for the idiot to rush forward! It was waiting... waiting... waiting...

What I waited for was still the white breath, slowly sucking and sucking in the snowflakes.

"What's going on?!"

The bloody eyes raised and looked at the idiot. At that moment, the first "real" surprise since rebirth appeared in this eye!

The idiot's right eye was indeed dyed bright red. But his left eye was still dark! He was not swallowed by the power of the First Prison. Does this pair of eyes with different colors mean that he is controlling the dominance of the "No. 1 Prison"? Standing here as a human, not a demon?!

"Damn it, good boy!"

Surprise, fleeting. The surprise in the blood pupil of the dark migrant was gradually replaced by a sneer. It snorted: "There is a set, so let's see, which prison power can you support? It's interesting, it's so interesting."

Blood Eyes were no longer rampant, but on the contrary, they all had their best to transport the power of the First Prison into the idiot's body. The snowflakes around began to fly in a mess, and the dark sword also emitted a darkness that was enough to devour all the light! Then, the idiot's footsteps moved. He walked forward, his speed getting faster and faster, and he rushed towards the man as he stepped on the trajectory of the Sword of Sorrow in his mind!

(Why, the previous Sword of Sorrow cannot be used?)

"Oh shit!"

The man cursed. Although the idiot's changes before surprised him, he still saw the little beggar in front of him clearly, and it was not difficult to fight back.

(Because, I have some reservations.)

The snowflakes fell and quietly pressed against the idiot in the sprint. The man sneered, raised his hand to form a knife, ready to slash at the other party's shoulder.

(I am very weak, and what I am weak is always thinking about is how to protect myself.)

The little beggar... disappeared? No, his figure was still rushing towards him, and his eyes could still capture his movements! But why... why did he give me the feeling... it was completely disappeared? What is this in front of me? Is it an illusion? No, it could not be an illusion, it was him! But why can't I attack? I can't find a way to kill him... I don't even know whether the fist that was waving towards him was facing the face or towards his chest!

(Every time I draw a sword, I think about how to protect myself from being killed by the opponent's counterattack every time I draw a sword. I am afraid... I am afraid of death. The more I am afraid of death, the more I cannot stab my sword without reservation. The more I cannot reflect the true meaning of the "Shang" sword.)

The little beggar in front of him raised his hand. The man watched the painted black blade stab out and hurriedly held the baby girl in his arms to block his heart.

(Sword of Sword, the enemy has died before the sword is released, the sword technique has not been completed, and the battle has ended. Therefore, it is-)

A chill in my throat.

(Kill with one sword.)

The pitch-black sword blade penetrated the man's throat, going in and out. The man had not yet felt what was going on, and quickly retreated with his body holding the little baby girl. The idiot's empty two-color pupils looked at him quietly, drew out the sword, and took a step forward, reached out to grab it, and grabbed the bread from the man's arms.

The snow continued to float. The Animi had turned into a dagger again and got into the chain. The chain of the First Prison was also pulled out, and the right eye stained with blood also returned to its previous blackness. The idiot turned his back to the man standing still, letting the white snowflakes fall on his shoulders, covering his seemingly thin body.

The man noticed it. After taking ten steps back in a row, he finally realized what was going on. He covered his throat and stared at the small back standing in the white world in front of him...

"Gum..."

Puchi—!!!

A blood column spurted out from the wounds in the front and back of the throat. The blood driven by the heart penetrated his vital points like a red spear. The man's hands were still covering his throat, and his eyes turned pale. After a few seconds, he finally fell down.

The red blood merged with the white snow and turned into a pink snowflake, slowly falling from the sky. It was quiet and beautiful...

"On there! I saw Trit walking in that direction! Hurry! Let's get on!"

In the distance, a woman's cry gradually came. Judging from the voice, it was Quinin's. But at this moment, the idiot had no strength to deal with it. Although he won, the pain on his body did not disappear. The sword that was released, activated the first prison, and stabbed with the unintentional martial arts in the mysterious man's mouth had actually consumed a lot of his physical strength. The next moment, his feet were weak and he knelt on the snow...

"ah……"

The tired hand gently raised and hugged Xiaobread. The painted black eyes met the green pupils again. Xiaobread was frightened, but returned to the idiot's arms again. The fright on her face had turned into attachment and grievance. She whined, threw herself into the idiot's arms and started crying loudly.

"Not afraid, I... are here."

The rough hands gently stroked the little girl's pink hair. Then...
Chapter completed!