Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 270: 269 ​​Secret One Heart

Chapter 270 269. Secret One Heart

Time is passing bit by bit, and the facts cannot change anyone's will and begging.

Lan En and Ashina Isshin now truly felt how far an immortal species with a long first-mover advantage could arm themselves.

Eight Hundred Bhikshunis' talents are not high at all. Whether it is sword skills, light body skills, physical limitations, or other talents, she is mediocre.

Her sword skills are only solid. Even if she has practiced for hundreds of years, she is only at the level of 'solid'.

If it was Isshin Ashina who was full of energy and the two of them only spoke with swords, the skinny old man would even be sure to chop off her head within three minutes.

Her light body technique is on the same level as Xiao's, but because she doesn't have to hide like a ninja, the large monk's robes and cassocks she wears can catch the wind, making her lighter and more fluttering when she jumps or lands. further.

Her body has absorbed enough source water over a long period of time to grow to its current size and strength.

This undead person with mediocre talents in all aspects has spent a long time arming himself to become the troublesome person he is today.

Eh haha!

Yinyin's sharp laughter came from all directions, which was the sound of ink phantoms summoned by the 800 bhikkhuni.

These phantoms will disappear like fading clouds and appear somewhere else like thickening clouds.

It seemed to have the airy texture of an ink painting, but when Ashina Isshin and Lan En managed to avoid the naginata wielded by these ink phantoms by a hair's breadth, they knew it.

There is no difference between the phantom blade and the real steel.

The attacks of these phantoms were not taken seriously by Isshin Ashina and Lan En, because both of them were superior to eight hundred bhikshunis in the art of swords.

The two of them can basically use the smallest movement, such as dodging sideways, to avoid each other's sword swing.

The real headache is that this spell makes it impossible for the two of them to find where the other person's body is.

They can only wander around the entangled bodies of Master Xianfeng and Old Robert to prevent the enemies from joining together.

This spell must have a duration, because Lan En observed that the moves of these ink phantoms were becoming more and more disintegrating.

But the key is time! It's still time!

The demon hunter frowned. Behind him, Old Robert's steel armor and flesh and blood body kept hearing the sound of being torn apart by the undead insect's limbs.

Old Robert is dead. He never uttered a cry of pain or scream until his death, only a sigh of regret.

The other party is now just abusing his body that has no feeling.

This is the only thing that makes Lan En feel comforted now.

But even if it was a corpse, old Robert was almost reaching his limit.

Three undead insects that are much more ferocious than their kind are about to tear apart this 'prison' made of steel and flesh!

Kuroli still hasnt come back.

Finally, the countdown that Mentos set on the corner of Lan En's retina came to an end.

In Lan Ens ears, the centipedes also dropped the broken limbs in their mouths and secondary limbs.

Master Xianfeng is out of trouble.

The dry human body pedestal sighed and recited scriptures sadly.

He wanted to die and didn't want to harm others anymore, but now even the ability to die was taken away by the undead insects.

The sound of the chitin carapace rubbing against the ground was heard, and the spring-like centipede began to move on its 'base' again.

Two crackling sounds from behind made the demon hunter turn around suddenly.

The giant sword in his hand slashed horizontally. The two undead insects and the upper body of the Immortal Peak Master were directly cut open by the blade of the giant sword, and then were torn in half by the power and inertia of the sword!

This sword is not good at cutting, but good at smashing!

The demon hunter's sword directly chopped away the three undead insects that jumped over, but his face did not feel relaxed at all.

Because undead insects are immortal, and now, the situation becomes one-on-one.

In the Buddhist hall, the ink-like phantoms suddenly disappeared together, and a huge blade of purple light and shadow thrust out from the disintegrating haze towards Lan En's lower back!

The blade has a spiral airflow blade, like a large rotating drill bit.

If it were stabbed into Lan En's body this time, it would not just be a knife edge, but his entire waist and abdomen would probably be severed by the airflow blade!

A foot wearing a simple straw sandal stepped on the blade of the naginata that was stabbed from top to bottom.

This dangerous move even stunned the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

The blade of the knife, which was distorted by external force, penetrated into the ground and picked up fine pieces of wood chips and soil and masonry, but no one was hurt. This kind of move, which could lead to death if you make the slightest mistake, seemed to the young Isshin Ashina to be an ordinary way to deal with it.

When he was young, Ashina was ambitious and motivated.

Moves that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about, in his eyes are like "Although you will die if you are not careful, as long as you succeed, you can gain an advantage."

The skinny one-eyed old man was panting, sweating, and his beard and hair were disheveled.

But the corners of his mouth showed a happy and generous smile unconsciously.

Lan En went to block the unkillable monster from Master Xianfeng, and then stood in front of the master.

To prevent two enemies from joining together, destroy them like ashes. But the opponent's endurance as an immortal was already dragging him to death.

But the knife that could reverse the situation was never delivered.

It seems to be a very desperate situation.

But Ashina Isshin still couldn't help showing pleasure.

It would feel good if I could die in such a battle.

Lan En, hoo-can you still hold on?

The old man asked the young man who was entangled with the undead insects behind him.

The young man didn't answer, but there was no hesitation or flinching in the sound of the giant steel sword causing strong winds and colliding with the monster.

It is a crisp sword.

Under the influence of this pleasant sound, Ashina felt better.

"'Persist until the end, even if you go to the guillotine, remember to ask the executioner for a bowl of water. Who knows what will happen when you drink water'. I was taught this when I was young, Lan En. Now this sentence The words are also for you.

The old man stood in front of the tall eight hundred bhikkhunis with a smile, but uncharacteristically, he put the gold and steel dragon sword in his hand back into its scabbard and stood it up in front of him.

His tall and thin body slowly squatted down and lowered his center of gravity.

The Phantom Master, who had been attacking fiercely just now, seemed to feel a certain depressing atmosphere at this time, and the violent offensive posture turned into a defensive posture without realizing it.

An endurance battle between life and death. Even if it hurts so much that you want to die, you must persist until the end, otherwise your death will not be pleasant. This is what I think.

You havent read the [Wuxin Flow] scroll I gave you, right? Its actually a bit difficult to understand.

Now is the right time, let me show you.

My achievements in [Wuxin Flow]!

He had raised the unsheathed katana in front of his face, blocking his destroyed eyes. Only one sharp single eye looked at his opponent from behind the hilt.

Lan En could sense that Ashina was going to fight for something in order to stop the eight hundred bhikkhunis alone when he was exhausted.

Now, everyone is working hard.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a breeze blowing through the entire Buddhist hall for no reason.

It seems like something is pulling a huge amount of air together.

The sawdust and dust on the ground are rolling in one direction, and the flames on the candlestick are swaying in one direction.

Ashina Isshins direction!

Suddenly, it was as if the volume of the world suddenly dropped for a moment. The sound of burning, the creaking of the floor, and the neighing of undead insects were all muffled.

Only the words from the old man's mouth were clearly audible.

[Secret].

The scabbard opened slightly, and then there was silence.

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