spirit walker

Chapter 1011 Fighting for Life
"Yuan Zi looked for you?"

Jiang Yu'er was puzzled by what his nephew said. Wasn't this a very common thing?

Chen Yuanjun hesitated for a few seconds and said:
"After I recovered my memory, I remembered that Yuanzi, who I had been with day and night for more than three years, was a moron who could only communicate and had a dull mind. However, in one memory, Yuanzi's IQ was normal.

"This conflicts with my memory. I can't tell whether it's my memory that's wrong or whether it's true."

Jiang Yu'er's brows suddenly frowned.

As a hypnotist, she knew very well that Chen Yuanjun's memory would not be damaged. The essence of hypnosis was just "forgetting". If he remembered, he would remember. There would be no memory confusion.

In other words, during Yuanzi's time as the Demon Lord, he had looked for Chen Yuanjun!

"You remember correctly, it was Yuanzi who came to you secretly. Well, if you really met him, you should be able to instantly realize the difference between the two Yuanzis and sense that something was wrong, but you didn't react at all." Jiang Yu'er frowned and asked:

"He must have hypnotized you after he found you. What did he want to do with you?"

Chen Yuanjun smiled bitterly and said, "That's why I was in a hurry to come back. I remembered this past event, but I forgot the specific details."

At this point, he asked:
"It seems that Yuanzi is unreachable. No one answered my call."

Your cousin is busy saving the world! Jiang Yu'er thought for a few seconds and said, "I'll use hypnosis to help you remember."

She reached into her trouser pocket and fished out a coin. "Look at it. I will flick it into the air. When it falls, you will enter a state of complete relaxation."

The higher the status of the clone, the more spiritual power it consumes, and the spiritual power is paid by the original body. She is just an clone used to accompany her family, so naturally her status will not be too high.

The coin bounced into the air, spun, and landed on the ground with a ding.

Chen Yuanjun's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he was sleepwalking. His body muscles slowly relaxed, his face became peaceful, and his emotions calm.

Jiang Yu'er's voice was ethereal and gentle, like a mother's whisper:
"What does Yuanzi want to see you about?"

Chen Yuanjun replied in a dreamy voice: "I, can't remember clearly..."

After a pause, he continued, "Okay, it seems like something very important, very important..."

Jiang Yu'er frowned a little and asked again, but got the same answer.

……

In New York County, the clone Zhang Yuanqing leaned forward suddenly, staring at the Elvis speaker.

The sound coming from the speaker is not a deliberately hoarse voice, but his normal voice.

The Demon Lord was also him, using a normal voice, and the person he was talking to was his cousin... He only had one cousin.

Sure enough, Chen Yuanjun's concise reply came from the audio: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately pricked up his ears, but a "sizzling" sound of electricity came from Elvis' speakers, and his voice was covered by the sound of the electricity.

After a few seconds, the sound became clear again:
"Cousin, look at this watch... After I count to three, you will forget this conversation today and forget what I asked you to do. Three, two, one..."

End of audio!

"Luckily you are here," Zhang Yuanqing patted the Elvis speaker as a reward and said, "Keep going!"

There are many more audios to follow, so to be on the safe side, you have to listen to them all.

……

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

The Demon Eye King's eyes were blood red, as the blood from his broken forehead flowed into his eyes.

His clothes were torn and he was naked. Of course, people would pay attention to the issue of nudity in such occasions.

His body was already riddled with holes, and his eight sturdy arms had been broken and grown again, and now only three were left, with the remaining seven unable to regenerate.

His whole body was covered with comminuted fractures, his waist, abdomen, and back were covered with flesh and blood, and his internal organs were vaguely visible.

The long period of high-intensity fighting almost drained his physical strength, and the Rising Sun Talisman refined by the Lord of the Sun himself suppressed all spiritual power, cutting off the possibility of seizing spiritual power and repairing himself.

In addition to the physical injuries, the injuries on the soul level are what really make the situation worse.

The heads on his left and right shoulders were pulled off by the King of Fear not long ago, and the wounds are still bleeding.

The three heads of the ancient god of war are not decorations, but real heads that keep an eye on all directions on the battlefield, so each head contains part of the soul.

Cutting off the head is equivalent to cutting off part of the soul.

"Have you used up your Sunrise Talisman?" The Demon Eye King spat out blood and said, "I can't hold on any longer."

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "This is the last one."

After studying the sword techniques on the murals in the South Garden of Shushan, Fu Qingyang's sword skills reached an extremely high level. With the help of the insight technique, he was naturally stronger than the Demon Eye King in close combat.

So Master Qian's condition was slightly better, but only compared to the Demon Eye. In fact, Master Qian's injuries were not light. He lost his left hand, his sternum was comminuted, his internal organs were bleeding extensively, and his left eye was blind.

Although these injuries are slowly healing, they are still a drop in the bucket.

Under the light of the rising sun, they died, truly died.

A demigod is still a demigod after all, even if most of his skills and props are suppressed, even if high-level scouts are the strongest profession in swordsmanship and physical skills in the spiritual realm, even if Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye join forces, they are still no match for the King of Fear.

However, the King of Fear was also seriously injured. His majestic body was covered with sword marks and wounds from fists, and his heart had just been pierced by Fu Qingyang's sword.

Only five of the eight arms remain.

But these injuries can be repaired in a short time as long as the "Sunrise" ends.

"Just withdraw Sunrise," said the Demon Eye King, "I'm going to fight him to the death!"

Fu Qingyang's sword-holding hand was shaking slightly, this was caused by muscle spasm. Even though he was seriously injured, his eyes were still sharp, and he said:

"Who gave you the illusion that I could actively cancel the Sunrise?"

The Demon Eye King twitched his lips and sneered:
"Then pray that we can hold out until the end of Sunrise."

"When the sun rises, it will be our death!" Fu Qingyang said coldly: "When I was in the Saint Realm, I learned a move called 'Breaking the Dam Sword Technique'. It was a sword technique adapted from the 'Breaking the Cauldrons' skill by an ancient sword master. The advantage is that scouts in the Extraordinary Realm can also learn it."

"And then?" The Demon Eye Heavenly King glanced at him, "Are you counting on the extraordinary swordsmanship to help us turn the tide?"

Fu Qingyang was like a cold swordsman, and said calmly:

“This sword technique does not involve spiritual power, it is pure skill. The core is to stimulate cells through meditation, mobilize all physical strength, and burst out damage beyond one’s own level.

"The Fearful King's spiritual and physical strength is running low. You hold him for one minute. Just one minute. We must inflict a serious blow to him before the Sunrise ends."

This is the only way there is a glimmer of hope.

"But my physical strength has reached its limit." The Demon Eye King shrugged.

Fu Qingyang said expressionlessly: "Then you go and die first, I will follow."

The Demon Eye King stared at him deeply, and after a few seconds, he raised the corners of his mouth:

"Row!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged his body full of holes and rushed towards the King of Fear, like a lonely warrior going to die.

In the distance, the King of Fear, who was taking the time to recover his strength, grinned and took the initiative to greet him.

"boom!"

The Demon Eye King was knocked to the ground by a punch the moment they started fighting.

Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, suppressed all emotions with his strong willpower, and quickly entered into meditation.

After more than ten seconds, although there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, his muscles became bulging and the bleeding from the wounds quickly stopped.

Bang, bang, bang...fists rained down like a rainstorm. The Demon Eye King, who was lying on the ground, bent his elbows to block for a moment, kicked Fear's chest, and took the opportunity to slide away.

He stood up quickly, bent one arm for defense, clenched his fists, and struck out with two "swishes" like a venomous snake.

The King of Fear tilted his head, dodged easily, took a step forward, and hit the Demon Eye's lower abdomen with his tricky fist.

"Ugh~"

The Demon Eye King's eyes bulged out instantly, became bloodshot, and he hunched over, spurting acid from his mouth.

The King of Fear held his head, pressed hard, and at the same time hit him with his knee.

Bang, bang, bang... The fierce knee strikes hit the face of Demon Eye again and again, breaking his nose, shattering his steel teeth, and popping his eyeballs.

The King of Evil Eyes struggled with his three arms and stubbornly swung his fists to fight back, but was clamped by the King of Fear's arms.

The King of Fear stopped his knee strike and grabbed the Demon Eye's neck from behind with both arms, using his remaining three arms to clamp the Demon Eye King's remaining three arms.

"Why, you are reluctant to use the gift you got in the 'Battle of the Devil'?" The King of Fear exerted force with his arms a little bit, and a "cracking" sound came from the neck of Demon Eye, which was the sound of broken cervical vertebrae.

"Wait till I rip off your head, and you won't be able to use it under the sun's divine power." As he said that, he glanced at Fu Qingyang not far away in fear, his expression changed slightly, and then he raised the corners of his mouth:

"I understand. You want to injure me first, and then use the gift of the gods! Heh, who do you think will be in better condition by then, you or me?"

He continued to exert force with his arms, the "cracking" sound became louder and louder, and the Demon Eye's neck was obviously stretched a bit longer.

In the severe pain, the Demon Eye King took the initiative to hold the three arms of Fear and roared, "Are you okay?"

"puff!"

The head of the Demon Eye King was separated from his body, along with half of his lamb scorpion.

A fountain of blood gushed out from the broken neck, five or six meters high.

His hands were still tightly clasped around the Lord of Fear.

Fu Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, his body turned into a sword light, and in an instant he came behind the King of Fear. The two swords in his hands turned into two sword wheels, and the sword light bloomed on the King of Fear.

The tendons in his hands were severed, the Achilles tendon was cut, and the abdominal muscles that symbolize core strength were cut.

As Fear slowly knelt down, Fu Qingyang paused, rotated his waist, and moved his arms to slash fiercely at the left shoulder of the King of Fear.

puff!puff!
One knife cuts through the flesh, and one knife cuts through the neck bone!

The head of the King of Terror rolled off his left shoulder.

"Hiss, hiss..." Under the shining of the sun's divine power, illusory green smoke emerged from the head, and the soul contained in it melted away.

To this head, it is already dead.

"Hiss, hiss..." Green smoke began to emerge from the head of the Demon Eye King. The difference was that the soul of the left head of the Fear King was weaker and was the first to be destroyed.

And the soul inside the main head of the Demon Eye is still holding on.

The King of Fear roared, lunged forward, and headbutted Fu Qingyang in the chest.

With a loud "bang", Fu Qingyang, with two swords crossed on his chest, slid back more than ten meters.

Blood gushed out of his seven orifices, his body stood straight as a pine tree, but his heart stopped beating and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

What he didn't tell Demon Eye was that this sword technique put a huge strain on the body. If performed when the swordsman was not in good condition, it would cause shock and sudden death. Therefore, it was often used by ancient swordsmen as a means of mutual destruction.

He was already exhausted, and as expected, he died suddenly.

At this moment, the sun behind Fu Qingyang's head slowly went out.

……

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)