Chapter 377 Taixu Sword God 2

Chapter 377 Taixu Sword God×2

"Cough cough cough——"

This time, the person who pulled himself out of the ice and frozen soil in embarrassment became Mikael. But Kevin also had a hard time. His sword-wielding arms were completely broken, and the two arm bones were bloody and fleshy. Even though Garuda Factor tried hard to repair them, it was still not easy to straighten the bones. He could only waste his victory in vain. A chance to pursue, watching Mikael stand up again.

In fact, Mikael's recovery was a step faster than him. When Mikael straightened his body, his arms were still recovering.

But Mikael gave him another chance.

"I was careless..."

He let out a long sigh, and there was no resentment, sadness, or ridicule in his voice, as if he just read these three words steadily.

"I said that in all places where the solar eclipse can be seen, I am immortal now. This is the result I have forcibly decided. But, Kevin, after fifty thousand years, you are still the one who can... Give me some different fun. Well, I’ll play with you more, but isn’t it good for you to bully an unarmed person like me?”

Under Kevin's vigilant gaze, he raised his right hand and stretched it to the side...but then he seemed to change his mind, raised his right hand and stretched it straight towards the eclipse ring above his head.

"This is!"

Kevin's pupils shrank, and he immediately understood what he was trying to summon, but he had no means to stop it. He could only raise his head and saw a small red dot light up on the dark moon that ruthlessly blocked the sun. .

Along with the sharp sound of breaking through the air, a slender red line penetrated the darkness. Kevin lowered his head. Just as he thought, Mikael held a red spear shaped like a fork in his hand.

"Okay, now it's time to play fair."

The spear spun several times in Mikael's hand, and was finally slung behind his back.

"Click-click-"

Kevin's arms recovered at exactly this moment, as if every moment of time had been carefully calculated.

"call--"

They both took a deep breath. The drifting white steam stood out against the dark background, and the falling snow also arrived inadvertently, but all of this was torn apart by the breaking airflow a tenth of a second later.

The two bodies collided, but they didn't stab each other in the heart like they did 50,000 years ago. Both sides seemed to be a little more rational than then, although only a little bit.

The weapons kept colliding, and the exploding sparks melted a snowflake that had not yet fallen to the ground. Before the snowflake that followed had a chance to rejoice, it was cut in half by the red spear that passed by at high speed.

Compared with the heavy sword of destruction, the spear as thin as a branch is obviously more flexible. It can be turned, swept, chopped, or stabbed in Mikael's hands, while Kevin can only keep moving, so as to The traction pulled the sword and kept blocking.

This is of course not a simple duel between spearmanship and two-handed swords. Even if the weapons of the two are reversed, the result will most likely be the same. Although spears are more elegant and flexible, broadswords are generally more advantageous in terms of strength. Those holding spears may be able to crush them with speed in a short battle, but those holding large swords can also completely defeat them with force - —Well, that’s how it should be.

But the fact is exactly the opposite. For Mikael, who has the power of the End, and even further, the End itself, even if Kevin enters the state of karma and demon fusion of Brahma and beasts, his physical fitness is still a little worse. mean.

Therefore, even though Kevin tried many times to shake away the tip of Mikael's gun, he could not shake it at all without exception.

"when--"

The spear and Jie Mie collided again. Kevin held the sword across his hands, but his knees sank unconsciously, and there were even downward cracks on the ice where his feet stood.

Mikael's spear technique is actually just a simple attack routine. He slashes first, and Kevin naturally cannot block with his sword horizontally, because Mikael's spear comes very fast. Even if he thrusts Jie Mie forward one step ahead, then it will be impossible for him to block it. The red double-pronged spear tip definitely reached Kevin's head one step earlier than the crescent-moon-like tip of the annihilation sword.

Besides, Mikael still had one hand free.

He only held the gun with one hand to suppress Kevin's strength, but he seemed unwilling to get into this meaningless struggle, and seemed to deliberately not use his other hand. With a turn of his wrist, the gun was released. He drew Wu Jin's sword to the side.

"Hey!"

"hiss--"

The friction caused a series of sparks, and Kevin quickly retracted his left hand to prevent it from being cut off by the spear. Without the support of the other hand, the sword could no longer stand sideways, but fell towards the tip of the sword.

The spear swept across, and Mikael's body twisted accordingly. By the time Kevin inserted the sword into the ice to stabilize his body, the tip of the spear had turned 360 degrees and struck from Kevin's right side.

Fortunately, he was somewhat familiar with this routine and placed his body weight on the left side one step ahead. Faced with the current situation, he took advantage of the situation and dodged half a step to the left. The tip of the spear grazed the rag strips of his torn shirt and hit the great sword of annihilation hard.

This time, Kevin's power was not suppressed. The big sword penetrated the ice from top to bottom and was not easily shaken. Although Mikael was physically stronger, he could only swing the gun with one hand.

But he still has the advantage of speed, so why bother?

The tip of the spear was quickly retracted. Kevin was about to pull out the sword when Mikael thrust forward with his spear. The double-pronged spear tip hit the sword of Jiemie, which brought an impact force that could not be matched by a single spear tip. Kevin leaned on the Jiemie sword and dragged a mark of hundreds of meters on the ice field before he could stop retreating. But he just raised his head and saw Mikael coming to him without a breath.

"Tsk! Get up!"

Jiemie instantly ignited a raging fire. Kevin held Jiemie upside down and swung it upward with all his strength. The flame drew a crescent shape in the air. Mikael was like he had hit the crescent. His body was easily split in two, and even the broken end was still charred black from the destruction of the sky fire.

"Uh!"

Kevin's eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief - is it that simple? Could it be that killing Mikael, who he had been thinking about, was that simple?

Could it be that 50,000 years ago, only this sword would be enough to end everything?

Time kept slowing down, slowing down, and slowing down again, and finally it seemed to be completely stagnant. This was the so-called moment of victory, and it was also what Kevin was most obsessed with from beginning to end. But now Kevin stared blankly at Mikael's body, which was split into two halves and fell to both sides, without any joy in his heart.

On the contrary, it was like a tide that filled his whole body, and it seemed that countless hands were constantly moving up along his body, and finally strangled his throat, which was unspeakable absurdity and sadness.

Things that had been regretted for countless days and nights were now done in such a simple and incredible way. It was hard not to feel absurd, and it was hard not to make people wonder whether this step could have been done 50,000 years ago. It was only because of his own despair and retreat that led to a worse ending, Mei's death and the reincarnation of the world?

As for sadness...how could he not be sad? Did he kill just a simple enemy? No, not really. He killed his comrade whom he had been searching for for 50,000 years, his family who had agreed to walk into the future together, and the one he had been seeking answers for for so many years.

Killing Mikael was something he had been thinking about day and night, but it did not mean that he would be happy, enjoy it, feel that his revenge had been achieved, and feel that he had gotten what he wanted.

What followed was a more desperate emptiness.

After all, he had finally accomplished the last thing he had been eager to do out of his own will. But...but...

Just like when he was practicing shooting alone on the basketball court of Qianyu Academy at noon under the scorching sun. He certainly had athletic talent, but that was more about crushing his opponents with his physical fitness. For something as technical as shooting, he could not be said to have a poor talent - he could only be said to be completely ignorant.

He did not want to be like this, he could not accept himself like this, he could certainly become an indispensable member of the team with his extremely strong physical fitness and breakthrough ability, but if the winning shot was not made for him, he always felt that something was missing, he always felt that this was not a real victory, at least not the victory he wanted.

That's why he wanted to compete with himself, so he trained alone in the basketball court under the scorching sun, and even forgot the agreement with Mei... But the result of the so-called diligence can make up for clumsiness is that he couldn't score a single goal in the whole morning.

He shot again and again, and was disappointed again and again. But failure could not defeat him, it would only make him more and more courageous, and would only make him more and more eager for the final, real victory. This almost meaningless madness lasted until he scored the first goal of the day - standing under the basket.

Then, Su and Mei came. That day was a holiday, and they made an appointment to have dinner together. What did Su and Mei say at that time? Kevin's memory was extremely vague, and he could no longer accurately grasp those words, but he remembered that he seemed to have said something extremely childish, which seemed to be the so-called "moment of victory" - there was neither a past nor a future, but only a victory in this moment, it seemed to be said so.

Then, Su urged him to leave the stadium. He agreed with his mouth, but his body stood outside the three-point line in a huff, closed his eyes, and imitated the posture of the stars on TV and shot at will.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the basketball that landed gently in the net - "Shua!"

His throat suddenly choked, and he turned around excitedly and called out to Su and Mei, wanting to share this moment of victory with them... but there was no one behind him.

To this day, did all this really happen, or did it only exist in his increasingly blurred and lost memory of fantasy? He really couldn't figure it out, and it didn't matter if it was clear.

His mood at this moment was not exactly the same as that time - at that time he could still feel a moment of joy because of the goal, but now even this insignificant joy no longer existed.

But generally speaking, there is still a common point, that is, the endless emptiness that is truly won after the so-called "moment of victory".

Everything he really wanted to achieve out of 100% of his own will was successful, and then it would be a long journey of living for the Stigma Project, for Mei, and for everything in the past, and living a life worse than death.

But...but...

"But, Kevin, why do you think victory is so easy?"

Kevin looked up and saw Mikael's torn body still in mid-air. His hands were still tightly holding Jiemie above his head. Every wisp of the flame was as still as ice, as if only his sight was beyond time.

Of course, there was also Mikael's voice.

The next moment, the two broken ends of Mikael's body suddenly began to wriggle, and tumors of various sizes sprouted out one after another, each with Mikael's facial features.

Until hundreds of "Mikael" spoke together:

"Kevin, Kevin, you are a little self-righteous after all. But... you are also sad about my death, which is really surprising... and quite happy."

Regardless of his tone that resembled Alicia, Kevin pursed his lips, and after making sure that he could speak, he just replied coldly:

"I should not be affected by mental power."

"Oh?"

All the "Mikael" opened their mouths into an O shape at the same time, with a playful expression.

"I said Kevin, you are a little self-righteous. Why do you think that everything happening now is just an illusion under the influence of mental power?"

"Is that so."

Kevin wanted to nod, but it seemed that he couldn't do it.

"Then what?"

"Tsk!"

Mikael smacked his lips, and then time once again went against the flow.

"Don't forget, Kevin, as long as you are in this solar eclipse ring, you can't kill me. Of course, removing this prerequisite will not change the result."

Time went against the flow, and everything happened again, but this time, Mikael's body stopped at an incredible angle, where the leaping flames were about to lick his bangs.

"Well, is that so?"

Kevin raised his eyebrows, but the voice did not come out of his mouth. Of course, he had never learned false voices, and probably couldn't make a girl's voice.

Mikael turned his head in surprise and saw a determined girl. The girl was unarmed, and only pinched a sword gesture in front of her. The girl's long hair flew with the wind. It was unknown whether it was stained by the snow or it was just like that at this moment. Her black hair had turned into white silk, just like her name - Lingshuang.

Her eyes were bright and ruthless, and she just stared at Mikael with an extremely indifferent attitude.

Then, she uttered words that were not difficult to understand gently and firmly:

"God is the ultimate change, and he can describe all things in words. He cannot be shaped or questioned - Taixu Sword Qi·Shen Yun!"

The girl did not have a sword in her hand, but a huge sword that almost covered the entire sky fell from the sky. The air flow split to both sides along the position of the sword tip, and wherever the sword tip reached, it was Mikael, and only Mikael.