Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 618: Unburned

The spear rushed forward!

The cavalryman didn't even have time to groan before his entire body exploded into a ball of blood and flesh, splattering everywhere.

But even more horrifying than this scene is the figure behind the spear.

The broken armor had long since fallen off, revealing a dark red and black flesh and bloody human body, as if it had just fallen into a sea of ​​fire, making people wonder how he could have survived.

However, the other party survived and was even taking lives at an alarming rate.

At this time, someone with sharp eyes started yelling.

"—He's slowing down! He's dying! Release the arrows! Hook the net!"

Song Shi said nothing, but swung his spear horizontally, smashing another person's head, and liquid flew everywhere.

At this point in the battle, the originally dry and cold land had become wet and mushy. People fell down every moment, and blood and slurry covered the soil and flowed down along the rugged stone cracks. It was hard to tell whether it was blood or gasping. The disgusting warm and dry air rose up and enveloped every pore of the person.

The sound of swords cutting into flesh, the sound of wailing in pain, the sound of roaring with all one's might, endless waves of sound rang out from all directions, rolling and echoing, as if they would never stop.

Even the thunder in the sky became less noticeable in front of it.

Sweat, or rather blood, made the gun body increasingly slippery, but his thick five fingers still held the gun firmly like an iron clamp, accurately piercing through flesh, breaking bones, and slaughtering new life.

Boom! The cavalry and the infantry, the upper clan and the Beitian army, thousands of individuals collided with each other, and it became a war, just like two opposite tides colliding together. The first wave was broken with a loud bang, but it didn't matter, because the next wave came right after.

The fighting consciousness that had long since turned into an instinct allowed Song Shi to remain sharp at this critical moment. Although the night was still dim under the flickering torches, the brightness was enough for the second ring [Transcendence].

Then the young man saw it.

The Beitian Army can't hold on any longer.

At this point in the fierce battle, the casualties on both sides added up to more than a thousand. With this level of loss, perhaps the New Sky Army at its peak could have held on, but the remnants of the Northern Sky Army could no longer do so.

Song Shi suddenly raised his head.

A red light lit up.

One, two, three, one split into two, two split into four. At this moment, it was like thousands of meteors streaking across the sky. The scarlet sword light turned into hundreds of slender sword beams, covering the high-speed moving lightning shadow in front!

But it didn't hit.

The sect master, who had always been highly cautious, activated a psychic skill without hesitation. His speed increased dramatically, and a streak of lightning rushed through the gaps in the sword light in a dazzling manner.

Even if he was hit occasionally, he would not stop to relieve the injury, but continued to run fast.

"Why—is this the end of your tricks?"

Sword cultivators focus on the momentum of a sword. The killing power is concentrated in a line and disappears in an instant. In the blink of an eye, thousands of red meteors dimmed. Bi Qing laughed loudly: "Xiao Changlie! Your killing calamity will begin today!"

"Fool!"

It was a voice that was noticeably much lower and hoarse, but still had the same fierce power.

That was Xiao Changlie's rude voice!

"Don't you want to see where you are?"

Where?
Bi Qing was slightly startled. His perception was always maintaining his current position.
Fifteen meters above the ground.

He suddenly realized that the opponent's sword beams that split into hundreds of beams were meant to secretly force him here!

But what can we do if we are forced to this point?

A thick blood mist suddenly rose from this moment.

The blood mist was far more violent than any previous one.

【Blood Evil】, a psychic skill that combines the transformation of blood with the substantive transformation of evil spirits.

At first, it can give psychics stronger physical functions. After mastering it, it can gradually be released and attached to external objects such as weapons to enhance its lethality. However, this is not its limit. The highest realm of [Blood Evil] is...
“Does the interior scene affect the exterior scene?”

Bi Qing's pupils shrank slightly and he was shocked. Something was wrong!

“Is this a further step towards the unity of man and nature?!”

At this moment, the people who were fighting all paused at the same time.

It's not that I was shocked by the scene. How could I stop my murderous mood because of something like this?

It's just an external force.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Those that were soaked in the mud, hanging on the wounds, the dead and the living, the massive amount of blood and evil spirit that erupted tonight was like being stirred up by an invisible giant hand. A huge amount of dark red blood mist that was almost condensed into substance rushed across the battlefield and forcibly suppressed both warring parties.

Then, they violently gathered towards one person!
Hatred, hatred, murderous intent. In an instant, Song Shi felt that his brain was bombarded with countless attacks. These fresh [blood evil] were wrapped with extremely complicated and turbid thoughts. If it were the original Zhang Er, he would probably not be able to hold out for even a breath.

No, the real Zhang Er couldn't even reach this step. With only the second ring of [Transcendence], he pushed [Blood Evil] to the highest level, forcing the unity of nature and man to control the murderous intent and resentment on this battlefield.

"But... not as good as Huo Yan!"

Time flows again.

The scarred man grinned and laughed wildly.

Its root is in the feet, starts from the legs, is controlled by the waist, and takes shape in the fingers.

This is the most standard "thorn".

Under the gazes of countless people, the ground in the center of the battlefield with a radius of one meter sank an inch. Someone rose from the ground like a cannonball. Song Shi raised his head, and his spear, wrapped in a mighty blood evil, stabbed towards the dazzling lightning above.

"If a few thousand blood demons can't defeat it—"

Violent roars and gunshots swept across the entire battlefield.

"——Then you deserve to die!"

Then, the lightning flashed.

"You are just an ant trying to shake a tree!"

It's too late to dodge.

Then just don't avoid it! Bi Qing roared, his green sleeves fluttered violently, and the terrifying electric light condensed and collapsed in one thousandth of a second, and then expanded outwards.

An area of ​​several hundred meters in radius turned into pure dazzling white. The thunder method of "punishing on behalf of the heaven" could punish the evil spirits, but it also meant that a strong enough murderous resentment could also defile the thunder method.

This is a moment of pure strength.

——Can the murderous spirit that specifically provoked the great battle tonight and controlled the fight between thousands of people suppress a master in the middle level of the third realm?

Bi Qing gave the answer.

--No.

Even though the opponent's attack was extremely well thought out and exquisite, and allowed him to be at the lower level of the second realm, the lethality had forcibly reached the level of the third realm.

But how can this defeat oneself?

Better than the true disciples selected from countless people by the upper sect [Lingxiao Tianfeng], better than those who work hard day and night, and better than the thirty-six years of practice of "Qing Tingzi" Bi Qing!

"Break it for me!"

Just like the morning mist meeting the warm sun, the thunder magic that was pushed to its peak tore through the bloody sea like a rotten wood. All the blood, resentment, murderous intent and hatred, everything was annihilated in the thunder.

Afterwards, the remaining power of the lightning blasted down the top of the mountain and swallowed up the man with the spear.

At the last second before being engulfed by lightning, Song Shi's lips opened and closed.

——You’ve been fooled.

More terrifying than lightning, more fierce than blood evil, the heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and the terrifying murderous intent washed over the world. The fifth heaven level, the six-sided path.

The most powerful swordsman in the world.

A ray of red light illuminated the sky and the earth, like the last glow of firewood before it burns out. The incomparable sword light pierced through the human figure condensed by lightning.

After a few breaths, the latter exploded with a loud bang, and countless arcs of electricity scattered, like a silver firework raining down on the world.

The noisy fireworks reflected a number of very different faces.

A red light hung in the sky, illuminating the earth, and a roar echoed again.

"——The true teaching of the previous sect, Bi Qing is dead!"

The next second, the cavalrymen who had almost crushed the Beitian Army abandoned the victory that was within their grasp without hesitation and fled with undisguised fear, not even looking back no matter what happened behind them.

Without Bi Qing's support, killing them would be no different from killing chickens and dogs for a master at the third level.

Until the last cavalryman disappeared over the horizon, the red light that had been hanging high in the sky suddenly shook, and then the second time, it seemed more like it had fallen into the main camp of the Beitian Army than it had descended.

"Captain, Captain!"

"Captain Xiao!"

"Go and take care of Zhang Er right away!" Xiao Changlie's face turned pale, and he coughed up blood every time he spoke a word. However, his eyes were wide open, and he tightly grasped the arm of the nearest person: "Then the entire army will quickly cross the big mud mountain. Don't slack off for even a step. Those who disobey orders will be executed!"

After saying this, without waiting for the other party to respond, Xiao Changlie tilted his head and completely fainted.

······
When Song Shi opened his eyes again, he found that his body was shaking, as if floating on the sea.

He shifted his gaze to the side and found two men who were obviously much stronger than ordinary soldiers. They were carrying something. Oh, the stretcher on which he was lying.

Song Shi tried to move his hands. His left arm was fine, just very painful. His right arm was more delicate, and he felt numb and unresponsive.

This was normal, as his dominant hand was his right hand. He was holding a spear and charging at the opponent, so he was struck by lightning the hardest. His flesh was probably cooked and his blood was evaporated, to the point where his "self-healing" psychic skill had exceeded its limit and he became necrotic.

Hearing the noise, the man carrying the stretcher turned around subconsciously, and seeing the strong man staring at him, his hands trembled, and he almost let go of the stretcher. His companion was about to curse, but he looked in the direction of the other person's gaze and was also shocked.

"Master Zhang? Are you awake?!"

"Yeah, I'm awake." Song Shi nodded: "How long have I slept? Oh, and you can put me down now."

"Put it down?" The other party showed an embarrassed expression and said carefully: "But your injury."

"At least walking is fine."

"Okay. Uh, you've been unconscious for a day and a night. We're about to cross the big mud mountain, and we haven't seen any trace of the pursuers yet."

"Where's Xiao Changlie?"

The other party ignored the subtlety of addressing him by name and replied, "The captain is also recovering from his injuries. Oh! By the way! He said that when you wake up, you should go find him!"

"I go find him? Ha, you're still being arrogant."

Song Shi turned over and got off the stretcher. When he stepped on the ground, he couldn't help but hissed.

It hurt so much that my feet felt like they were not my own. Every step I took was like I was actively leaning my knees against a saw.

But it’s okay for now. It won’t hurt to death. I should be able to get used to it after a while.

"Well, forget it. I won't force myself to eat it. I remember there was a cart. You can change it into a wheelchair. Bring me one."

After rejecting others' suggestions to help carry him, Song Shi leaned on the wheelchair and staggered all the way to the front of the army formation.

A man who had obviously lost some weight was standing on the edge of a cliff, his hair tied up in a hasty manner becoming disheveled again due to the cold mountain wind.

Hearing the creaking sound of wheels behind him, Xiao Changlie turned around, and was stunned when he saw the wheelchair. He then shook his head and threw a leather bag over.

"Drink some."

Without waiting for a reply, Xiao Changlie picked up the bag of wine in his hand and started drinking.

Song Shi took the leather bag, and a strong, pungent smell of alcohol rushed out, with a rather bitter aftertaste. It was obvious at a glance that this wine was not good stuff.

But in this situation, I can't really expect to drink anything good.

After drinking for a while, the other party suddenly said.

"You are not Zhang Er."

"Oh?" Song Shi asked, "Why do you think so?"

"I'm not mentally ill, how can I not see that?" Xiao Changlie sneered, "Zhang Er is stupid as hell, and his martial arts are just so-so. Let him fight Bi Qing? Hey, he'll be killed at the first encounter."

"Hmm." Song Shi shrugged: "My last name is Song, my first name is Shi, and I don't have a given name."

"Song Shi." Xiao Changlie read it aloud to confirm that he had never heard of a master with this name.

"Zhang Er is a fool, but he is still my subordinate, Xiao Changlie." The man raised his red eyes and stared at the man in front of him: "Let me ask you, is Zhang Er still alive?"

"Perhaps he was never alive in the first place?"

Song Shi shook the wine bag and found that there was indeed not a drop left.

“Perhaps I am not from this era, but from the future.”

".Afterlife?"

This time the silence lasted an unprecedentedly long time. Xiao Changlie's face, which had remained unchanged even when he slashed Bi Qing with his sword, now showed obvious astonishment.

After a long moment, he hummed softly.

Song Shi was a little surprised now: "You actually believe this kind of argument? Don't you want to ask a few more questions?"

"No need." Xiao Changlie shook his head: "With your talent, you can't be an unknown person, but I have never heard of the name 'Song Shi'."

“You have a very strong ability to accept things.”

Song Shi praised, and seeing that the other party was staring at him, his lips moved a few times, and finally he spoke.

"In the future, we will be the new heavenly army?"

"I do not know."

"That's right." Xiao Changlie showed no sign of frustration: "This matter must involve a huge amount of cause and effect, and it's just right that you can't reveal it..."

"No." Song Shi shook his head: "I mean, I really don't know."

"Huh?" Xiao Changlie was stunned.

"I'm not very good at history, whether it's the Seventh Sect or your New Heaven Army, I don't know the specific situation." Song Shi met their eyes: "I can only tell you the current situation, which is different from the Seventh Sect, but it is far from better."

Xiao Changlie was silent for a long time.

Then he said, “Yeah.”

"Don't you plan to say anything?" Song Shi leaned on the wheelchair: "Now that you know the future."

"Hahahahaha!"

Laughter rang out, starting with just a low, husky laugh, and then the laughter suddenly rose up, as if it went straight into the sky.

"What a bullshit future! The people of the upper sect 'Jingxin Xianyu Mountain' are the best at confusing people's minds and disrupting their cultivation!" Xiao Changlie grinned, and his face, which was pale due to injuries, condensed with a cold light like a sword's edge: "Who knows if you are one of them, and you come here specifically to say such ridiculous things!"

It was dusk in the distance, and the sun rose, illuminating a vast sea of ​​clouds. A huge mud mountain that stretched for who knows how many miles fell behind the winding team. After walking forward for some more time, they arrived at the position of the Nan Tian Army.

"The sound of the ancient iron scabbard is like thunder in the valleys. It splits the clouds and mountains, and writes the sky with blood!" Xiao Changlie threw down the wine bag, pressed the sword case, and walked down. He never looked back. Only the song echoed in the empty valley and mountains for a long time: "The stars are shining, and the river tide flows into the wine glass. There is no need to fear the future, as there is still hope!"

(End of this chapter)