After the maintenance and repair of the Ivory Tower, the main cannon of the Nautilus, [Cross Depth Strike Mass Weapon – Whaling Harpoon], was also brand new.
Although due to the limitations of funds and materials, it was temporarily impossible to create a special cannonball that could severely injure and shackle some small rulers, Grand Master Mikhail still left the Sky Fortress, which was about to be finished, in his busy schedule, and specially made a total of forty-eight Heavy Mass Annihilation Cursed Bullets for it.
Of course, the war tool that could vaporize half of the Ivory Tower in one shot was absolutely impossible to use on the Sword Saint.
Otherwise, if he was not careful, the old senior would be gone, and Huai Shi himself would probably be finished.
He did not even use the Hellish Annihilation Missiles that were used to wipe out the ground. He just purely extracted the Origin Substance, and in a very short distance, in this short moment, carried out a combined attack.
Under the push of the Nemo Engine, dozens of Origin Substance Armaments cracked in the furnace. A sea of disasters and miracles collided with each other, completely stimulating the qualitative change of light and shadow, gathering into a turbulent light and shooting!
A large amount of metal vapor condensed into iron sand that shone like stardust, mixed in, and formed a storm that could penetrate all defenses.
At this moment, the mighty light rushed over, illuminating the thin figure.
Shangquan raised his hand and casually slashed down. The sound of the tide stopped abruptly, as if it was also killed by the solemn will surging on the blade. The stream of light opened up under the blade and flew out to both sides, burning a large piece of heat-resistant armor. Viscous iron flowed down, sizzling.
"It's like a cool breeze, very comfortable."
Shangquan held the blade, his thin neck supporting his head, and laughed strangely. "Huai Shi -kun, are you such a gentle person? That's great, I like opponents who are reasonable like you the most. "
Reasonable?
Huai Shi was expressionless.
How was this him being reasonable? It was clearly that old thing opposite him who was being unreasonable!
"That's also Supreme?" He asked curiously.
"That also needs to be Supreme?"
Shangquan glanced at the scorched marks on both sides, and sneered in between coughs. "It's just going with the flow, breaking it open like flowing water. Do you need more advanced skills?"
A drop of sticky saliva fell from the corner of his mouth and landed on his collar.
It carried the muddy stench unique to old people.
The stains were like plum blossoms.
"Run, Huai Shi."
He said vaguely, "I'm going over."
In that instant, a premonition of death suddenly burst forth from his soul.
When the skinny old man took a step forward, his aged face suddenly crossed the long distance and was very close to him.
He couldn't hear the sound of air being torn apart, and he couldn't feel the tiny tremors when his feet collided with the ground. Even his messy white hair didn't flutter or change at all.
It was as if space had been abruptly omitted.
Huai Shi's position was also omitted, along with his permission.
Without asking for his permission, an invisible force sent him to his opponent.
And there, in Shangquan's hands, the blade that had fallen to the ground flipped slightly. The blade rose upwards, aiming for Huai Shi's crotch, abdomen, chest, throat, and even his head.
It was not a terrifying sword technique, but a basic sword technique that was so standard that it could even be called rigid.
— — Against the Wind!
But in Shangquan's hands, it was as if an angry star had broken free from the ground and rose towards the sky, exuding a frightening and fierce aura.
The ground trembled.
Huai Shi suddenly stomped on the ground. His body leaned backwards, and he flew backwards, narrowly dodging this greeting sword. Immediately after, the ground beneath his feet shattered, and an angry, burning bull rose from the ground, charging towards the Sword Saint!
The sound of metal scraping against metal flashed past. Shangquan expressionlessly took a step to the left, stepping on the scorching ground. The raised blade seemed to be waiting for his opponent to come to him.
The Origin Substance Incarnation was cut open from the side by the impact.
A deep crack appeared in the flesh and bones that were comparable to steel. Very quickly, it dissipated into the void.
Without waiting for the Sword Saint to react, Huai Shi waved his hand. From the cracked ceiling, countless pieces of metal rained down like a storm. Under Yun Zhongjun's will, they chaotically flew towards Shangquan!
But before he could land on the ground, he saw a heart-chilling flash of metal flash past.
Hundreds and thousands of cubes of metal ingots cracked open from the center. The cracks were as smooth as a mirror. After they escaped Huai Shi's control, they piled up on the ground.
Among the countless pieces of metal, Shangquan raised his eyes.
He sighed regretfully.
"I told you to run — —"
Standing in place, he raised his blade and aimed it at Huai Shi's face in the air, assuming a sudden thrust.
In the next instant, the light of the blade shot forward like a shooting star!
In less than the blink of an eye, it crossed a long distance and got close again. An immense pressure rose from the blade. A terrifying will that seemed to have substance completely sealed the air, not allowing any escape or dodging.
Just like that, it approached Huai Shi's face inch by inch.
When the metal light on the blade appeared on the reflection in Huai Shi's eyes, a biting cold lightning suddenly rose from the pitch-black darkness!
Burst forth!
There was a loud roar.
Without any warning, a blazing lightning fell from the sky and struck Shangquan's figure.
The moment Huai Shi clasped her hands together, the countless iron ingots that had been sliced closed under her will, forming two iron walls that closed in on the old man in front of her.
Then, the lightning shattered, and the iron walls broke from the middle at the waist. Wisps of dissipating lightning dissipated.
Shangquan stepped on the broken wall, leaving a scorched mark on one of his sleeves.
He lowered his head, looked at the red-hot blade in his hand, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm with faint traces of blood.
"It's not good to spit on the ground, Senior Shangquan."
Huai Shi sighed softly. "I heard that people from Yingzhou are the most polite."
"You didn't put up a sign forbidding spitting on the ground."
Shang Quan replied nonchalantly. She glanced at the lightning that was suddenly flickering in and out of his body. "This is the only move that's exciting, brat."
"It's best if you're satisfied."
Huai Shi smiled. "Of course, if you think it's enough, I can also welcome you with open arms."
"This is just the end of the warm-up, Huai Shi."
Shang Quan waved his hand, and the red-hot sword broke into two. He threw it to the side without any pity. Then, he hooked his finger at Huai Shi and said, "I heard that your goods are pretty good. But why haven't you taken the initiative to offer a gift since you've been standing here for so long?"
Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh.
The old man was indeed the old man, and his style was extraordinary. It was fine that he came here to beat people up, but he even asked the victim to provide him with the tools to commit the crime.
He even made it seem like it was an honor to be beaten up.
"Don't worry, sir, I'm still preparing." He patiently persuaded, "I'm just worried that there are too many things, and I'm afraid that it's not easy for you to carry them."
Before he finished speaking, another thunderous roar erupted from the top of the sky.
Thick water vapor rose to the top of the sky against the earth. In an instant, it turned into a dark cloud. Thunder and lightning flashed, and a cold and mournful light flashed.
Then, a slender blade slowly emerged from the thunder and lightning and poked out from the clouds …
Then, the second, third, fourth, and fifth rays of light appeared …
After a few short moments, the sky was filled with iron light, and countless katanas had been aimed at the old man's skinny figure. They were entwined with wisps of lightning, showing off their sharpness.
"Do as you wish."
Huai Shi smiled and spread his hands. "You can take as many as you want."
At that moment, the iron rain fell to the ground and swallowed everything in an instant.
But in Huai Shi's eyes, everything seemed to be unbelievably slow. Under the gaze of full concentration, he could see the old man casually stretching out his palm toward the sky.
He easily closed his fingers and clamped down on a sharp blade that was heading straight for his face. Then, he casually tossed it towards Huai Shi.
It was an easy movement, but it burst out with a loud sound that was enough to suppress the thunder in the sky.
After the katana that was spinning in the air cut down countless of its kind, it swept toward Huai Shi's head. Then, Huai Shi grasped the handle of the katana and suspended it in the air.
The blade was covered with cracks and instantly shattered into dust.
However, amidst the rain of swords that filled the sky, the old man laughed loudly and took a step forward. His hands casually held a large number of weapons, and he swung them casually, slashing them, and destroying all the weapons that came stabbing at him and the blades that were nailed to the ground.
When the two katanas were in his hands, it seemed that the world was also spinning with his movements.
The hurricane rose out of thin air and retreated in all directions.
Countless sharp blades flew out and nailed to every inch of the earth.
Behind the wheelchair, the attendant staggered back.
In front of countless flying sharp blades, 008 was motionless. His body was like a phantom, letting countless sharp blades pass through, indifferent.
As for Huai Shi, he had been engulfed by the storm.
Yes, an indescribable storm that was like a natural disaster and could not be avoided …
It was right in front of him.
In his perception, the old man, who seemed to be about to fall dead in the next moment, began to dissolve, collapse, and spread.
He detached from the outline of a person and turned into an amorphous, indescribable, all-pervasive … storm!
When the two blades crisscrossed and chopped down, the storm of nothingness briefly projected a fatal gap from reality, but more often, it could not be locked and detected at all.
Where was the enemy?
It was everywhere!
The whole world had become his enemy. Under the sprinkling of Shangquan, even the steel created by Huai Shi had turned into a blade that could devour its owner.
In his hands, the pure and basic sword skills were better than all secret skills and profound knowledge.
Tangzhu, Against the Wind, Kasaya Chop, Reverse Kasaya, Horizontal Cut, Stab …
It was obviously a 'beat' that they had long been familiar with and used to, but in Shang Quan's hands, it performed a terrifying chapter that Huai Shi had never expected.
Around Huai Shi, afterimages constantly flashed. Blades, swords, axes, halberds, chains, and iron hammers. The Origin Substance Armament was constantly changing. The incarnation appeared and disappeared immediately.
The number of more than ten times that of the opponent was easily suppressed by Shangquan's sword.
Only the sound of steel colliding with steel constantly burst out in the air.
In Shangquan's hands, the katana constantly cracked and collapsed under the rough use. Immediately, he casually pulled out another one from the ground and slashed at Huai Shi again!
"Ah, the music is pleasant to the ear, the dance is wonderful … Huai Shi, am I visiting Yoshihara's brothel? It's all ridiculous things. "
The old man laughed hoarsely. "Why don't I see Nautilus's bombardment? And where's your miracle engraving? What about the heavenly sword that destroyed the black tide on the endless sea? "
"Why don't you take it out?"
He stepped forward, his skinny body casually closing in on her. After destroying the afterimages, he lunged forward, the sharp blade in his hand casually piercing through the air. It brushed past Huai Shi's face and pierced deep into the wall.
On the face covered with age spots, the eyes had already turned scarlet under the torment of anger, like an evil spirit. "There should be a limit to looking down on people, little brat!"
Huai Shi was expressionless. He raised his hand, and the Sword of Virtue swept across, blocking the trajectory of Shangquan's slash. "Your Excellency Sacred Swordsman has not used the Sacred Mark and your own Supreme until now, right?"
"Moreover –"
He paused for a moment.
In his hand, thunder burst out again.
The entire foundry center suddenly shook, and a loud noise echoed in the ivory towers. Smoke and dust rose, and was quickly sucked away by the Creator's framework.
But at that moment, the entire foundry center's roar burst out terrifying power, the thunder brewing in the thunderclouds, and the sound of countless sharp blades had gathered in Huai Shi's hand.
Unlimited superposition!
Even the arm that had turned into a steel structure could not bear this jaw-dropping power. As the iron fist pushed forward, it brazenly defeated the sharp blades in Shangquan's hands.
It smashed mercilessly towards his face.
Mastery – Symphony!
At that moment, Shangquan finally … took a step back.
The ferocious smile dissipated.
His skinny body slowly slid out of the erupting hurricane as if he was riding on the wind. Soon, he stood still in the midst of the swords and blades.
When he looked up, he saw the figure walking out of the dust and broken iron.
Surrounded by thunder and flames, Huai Shi dragged the solemn longsword in his hand and moved forward expressionlessly.
He glanced at the opponent in front of him.
He looked down on him.
"We are from the Orchard Gym. Do we need to rely on a cheat to deal with an old thing?"
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