Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 270 269. Secret · One Heart

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

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

The talent of the Eight Hundred Bhikshunis is not high at all. Whether it is sword skills, light body skills, physical limits, 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 robes and cassocks she wears can catch the wind, making her lighter and more fluttering when she jumps and lands. further.

Her body had 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 spent a long time arming himself and became the troublesome person he is today.

"Ehhaha!"

The sinister and shrill laughter came from all directions. It was the sound of the ink phantom summoned by eight hundred bhikkhunis using their magic.

These phantoms will disappear like fading clouds and appear again like thickening clouds elsewhere.

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

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

Ashina Isshin and Lan En did not care about the attacks of these phantoms, because both of them were superior to the eight hundred bhikkhunis in the art of swords.

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

What is really troublesome is that this spell makes it impossible for the two to find where the other party's body is.

They could 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 getting weaker and weaker.

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 was 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 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 didn't come back.

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

In Lan En's ears, the centipedes also dropped the broken limbs in their mouths and auxiliary 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 anyone 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 piercing 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 look relaxed at all.

Because undead insects are immortal, and now, the situation has become 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 Lan En were stabbed this time, there would not only 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 naginata blade that stabbed from top to bottom.

This dangerous move even stunned the eight hundred nuns.

The blade of the knife, which was distorted by external force, penetrated into the ground, picking up fine wood chips and soil and masonry, but no one was hurt.

This kind of move, which would put him to death if he made just the slightest mistake, seemed to the young Ashina Isshin 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, won't you gain an advantage?'

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

But on the corner of his mouth, a happy and generous smile appeared unconsciously.

Lan En went to block the unkillable monster from Master Xianfeng, while he 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 like a very desperate situation.

But Ashina Isshin still couldn't help showing pleasure.

It would feel good to 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's a crisp sword.

Driven by 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 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 Seat Master, who had been attacking fiercely just now, seemed to feel some kind of oppressive atmosphere at this time, and his fierce offensive posture turned into a defensive posture without realizing it.

"It's an endurance battle between life and death. Even if it hurts so much that you want to die, you have to persist until the end, otherwise it won't be a happy death. This is what I think."

"You haven't read the [Wuxin-ryu] scroll I gave you, right? It's actually a bit difficult to understand."

"Now is the right time for me to 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 feel that Ashina was going to do something 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 seemed like something was pulling a huge amount of air together.

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

Ashina Isshin's 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 Tradition]."

"Click"

The scabbard opened slightly, and then there was silence.

"【一心】"

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