In the past thirteen years, Irin hadn't been injured for a long time.
He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be injured.
Irin's hand was bruised and purple, and he could barely feel it.
But he didn't care. He tried to pull it out a few times, but he couldn't, so he went to the next one.
The next sword seemed to be of the metal attribute among the five elements. Just as Yi Lin's hand was placed on it, a swift and fierce spiral sword aura suddenly twisted towards Yi Lin's right hand along the sword hilt. Yi Lin's right sleeve was instantly torn into strips of cloth. His skin and flesh were lacerated, and fresh blood dripped out.
The third one …
The fourth one …
The fifth one …
Yi Lin took advantage of the fact that the hand could no longer feel pain and simply used it to touch porcelain, trying one after another.
When Yi Lin tested the twelfth flying sword expressionlessly, Yi Lin's right hand was already in a tragic state, with all kinds of scars. It was as if his hand had been burned by ice and fire, then dripped with wax, and then repeatedly ravaged by a whip. It had become a bloody, swollen, and brittle pig trotter.
If it was an ordinary person, his hand would have been cut off.
"No wonder Old Chen said it would take ten days."
Irin looked at his' pig trotter 'and raised his eyebrows. It wasn't as easy as he thought to take a flying sword out of the Sword Catacomb.
This was also why Chen Bei was worried that Irin's life would be in danger during the process.
In the Spirit Residence, the three spirits who had been paying close attention to Irin's movements couldn't stand it anymore.
They floated beside Irin in their 'mini' forms and looked at Irin's' pig trotter 'with heartache.
"Young Master, don't try anymore."
"If you keep trying, your hand will be gnawed off."
"Little Mei's heart hurts so much that she can't breathe …"
Irin rested for a while and sat down to meditate.
Inside his body, a strange warm current came from his heart. It first circulated in his body and then flowed to his injured arm. Irin's "pig shoulder" was covered in a layer of hazy white light, giving people a warm and pleasant feeling.
It was unknown where the white light came from, but it was slowly repairing Yi Lin's body, nourishing everything silently.
"Young master, how is your body?"
After thirteen years, Bai Xiaoyi noticed something strange.
They knew the Irin inside out.
The Three Spirits knew that Irin used to have a special "non-human" physique.
They were not sure if a severed head could grow back, let alone being injured. Irin had never been severed before. However, to Irin, breaking a limb was as easy as cutting a nail. It was just a little painful.
It was just that now, Yi Lin's recovery speed was clearly a beat slower than before.
Irin felt the warmth coming from his heart. He slowly closed his eyes, unwilling to be moved. He muttered to himself, "It's … her."
"Her?"
Bai Xiaoyi noticed that there was a complicated expression on the young master's face. There was nostalgia, guilt, warmth, and regret.
But that complicated expression disappeared quickly. Soon, Irin opened his eyes again and regained his calmness. He smiled and said, "I finally understand why my panel is a mess."
The pocket-sized Nie Hongxiu, Bai Xiaoyi, and Gaya Koto came up to Irin like three little bees and fairies, waiting for an explanation.
"Other than the fact that this world is a land outside the law, my abilities have been separated after I came out from the cycle of reincarnation." Yi Lin smiled. As the trotter was repaired, he pressed his other hand gently on his chest. "My current bloodline should be that of a pure 'human'. As I was' reborn ', only companion equipment and parasitic equipment … grew out together."
"Then what about us?" Bai Xiaoyi was stunned. She pointed at her pink little face.
Gaya Koto was a spirit attached to the parasitic equipment [Laughing Mask], but Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu were not.
"I have a bold guess." Irin smiled. "Your bodies are in the storage space, and the storage space should still exist in some corner. It's just that I can't open it normally now. But I can summon the spirit attached equipment through the connection and bond with you. I don't know how Xi'er did it, but I guess that when I'm whole again, the panel will return to normal. "
"So now, it's Miriam who's protecting you." Nie Hongxiu understood. She looked coldly at Irin's pig shoulder that was slowly healing and growing white and tender skin. There was an inexplicable jealousy in the depths of her eyes.
"Yes. So, her 'distant ideal land' is still in my body. Heh, not bad, I've figured out another thing. "
Irin moved his right arm and thought that it was a pity.
With the recovery of his injury, Irin's hand gradually regained feeling. If he went up to the old senior's flying sword now, it would be very painful.
Saber ~ Can't you slow down a little?
"Tsk."
Just as Irin was about to continue the scam.
A red light drilled out from between Irin's eyebrows.
The red light shook in the sword tomb and turned into a cute little bat.
Grimm came out.
Seeing the big boss appear, Irin was stunned.
"You … can actually leave the Pivot?"
Grimm sneered and shook his red-eyed little head. "Don't underestimate me."
Irin was speechless. "Then why did you hide for thirteen years? What were you doing earlier? "
"I fell asleep."
Grimm put his wings on his waist and answered righteously.
"… Then you came out now and exercised after waking up?" Irin did not dare to criticize and asked tentatively.
Grimm flapped his wings and circled above Irin's head a few times like a fighter jet. Finally, he landed on Irin's shoulder. The bat's mouth twitched and showed a look of disdain. "I thought you were doing something. I didn't expect you to waste time in this garbage dump."
"Garbage … Garbage dump?"
"Yes …" Grimm's voice was louder. "I'm not targeting anyone. Here, except for one thing that's a little interesting, the rest are all garbage! Yes, the garbage of garbage. "
Grimm did not finish his sentence.
Irin thought to himself that this was not good.
He reflexively wanted to cover Grimm's smelly mouth.
But Irin's reaction was too slow. After all, he was not agile.
Grimm's voice echoed in the sword tomb like a tsunami.
"…"
After a moment of silence, the thousands of flying swords in the sword tomb suddenly burst out a burst of angry roar.
"Buzz buzz buzz —"
In the shockwave of the sound, Irin painfully covered his ears. Blood flowed through Irin's fingers.
"Rumble —"
Along with the sound of the swords, the surrounding mountain walls trembled violently. Gravel fell from the top of their heads.
The sword tomb … was boiling again!
The flying swords of the ancestors, under Grimm's disdain, were instantly enraged.
The flying swords that could not be pulled out from the ground one after another under no one's control. They were suspended in the air.
Every flying sword was flowing with a terrifying light. The flying swords turned and spontaneously formed a complex sword array in the air. At the same time, they were pointing at the stunned Irin on the ground.
"F * ck?"
At this moment, Irin wanted to grab Grimm from his shoulder and shove him back into his head.
At this moment, Grimm did not have the consciousness of being the initiator. He was like an experienced driver who had been through many storms. With his wings on his waist, he grabbed Yi Lin's shoulder and laughed. "Let's go through the garbage dump … young man!"
"You're still scolding me!"
Irin's expression changed. The whole sword tomb was shaking violently. Countless flying swords were ready to pierce his heart. He did not have time to complain. Without another word, he activated his skill.
"I just used up a blood ball and did not have time to replenish it. 'Overdrive' can't be used. Moreover, there is no need to use 'Overdrive' in this situation. Then … Second Release, Third Release! "
Irin's eyes were bloodshot. His palms grabbed two translucent blood balls from the void and patted them on his chest.
Although the interface was a mess, Irin had been reborn for thirteen years. He knew his own body too well. After adding points at the fastest speed, he adjusted "strength", "agility", and "spirit" to positions that he felt comfortable with.
Boom!
Rays of sword light twisted into a light screen. When Irin jumped up, the dazzling light screen swept past Irin's feet.
Irin looked down from above. His heart skipped a beat. The hard rock floor was as thin as paper under the power of the sword array. The sword light swept across, leaving deep and crisscrossing grooves and sword marks.
At this moment, Irin was like a fly that had entered a meat grinder. In the middle of the spread out sword array, he was so small that he was not even worth mentioning.
The flying swords of the ancestors seemed to be ignited. Irin was suspended in mid-air. They suddenly spread out in the sky, on the ground, front, back, left, and right, forming a dense sword net. The flying swords were as agile as fish. They moved back and forth in the sword net and surrounded Irin.
Irin's body was covered with a layer of light red blood veil armor. The "simplified version" of the Bloodthirsty Disaster's special effect was much more low-key than the normal way of using it. There was no scene of blood rushing into the sky.
"You said that everyone here is a pleasure, except …?"
"Over there."
Grimm knew what Irin wanted to ask. In other words, he was waiting for Irin to ask.
Bat was very straightforward. He curled his bat into a finger and pointed somewhere in the sword tomb.
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