"Here, someone is here again!" "Come down, I've been waiting for a long time!" "Come quickly!" These figures stretched out their arms, waved to Gordon impatiently, and gave out thrilling calls.
The scream was like a howl squeezed out from the end of a nightmare, full of endless pain. Sometimes it was ground into a sharp needle, sometimes it was like a ghost crying, sometimes it was like a huge boulder weighing heavily on his chest... Gordon's heart seemed to
He was grabbed by the screams, crazily crumpled, torn, and torn into pieces. The torture was almost unbearable for him.
"Listen carefully to this cry." Ghost Salamander's hoarse voice came from a distance, "This is the warrior's unwilling despair and regret before he dies."
Gordon turned around, held the dagger, and stared at the ghost salamander appearing in his sight. His eyes were always as calm as stone, without any trace of disorder.
Golden waves of fire slurry roared behind Gordon, covering thousands of feet. There was no road there, but there would never be only one road.
"Compared to you, that guy is nothing but rubbish and has no qualifications to be called a warrior." Ghost Salamander looked at Gordon with interest and licked his long tongue. The "that guy" in his mouth obviously meant the thin man.
"What is a warrior?" Gordon asked quietly, scanning the ravines around him with the corner of his eye. Those ravines were bottomless, spitting out fire, and making faint roaring sounds. If you jump into them, you will definitely die.
"The so-called warrior: not greedy for pleasure and pleasure, not fettered by worldly feelings. When a mountain collapses in front of him, his appearance does not change, his desolation remains behind, and his heart does not regret." Speaking of this, the ugly face of Ghost Salamander showed a solemn look, and slowly
He straightened his body, walked upright, and entered the stone realm of fire in stone.
Gordon shook his head: "We are just assassins, not knights." He tried to talk nonsense to Guixiao as much as possible to give his tired muscles more time to recover.
"A warrior's faith has nothing to do with his profession!" Gui Xi said indifferently, "Without faith, martial arts will always be reduced to a tool for killing people." There was a roll of dark red bandage in his hand, and he wrapped the bandage around it while walking slowly.
The entire body was covered with airtight seams, revealing only pale blue eyes and lips as red as blood.
"Martial skills are a tool for killing people." Gordon felt strange, what kind of belief does a low-level killer of the Blood Prison Society have, and his brain is damaged by practicing?
"Then in the end, you will become a killing tool, no different from a dagger or a stabbing sword." Ghost Salamander walked to the opposite side of Gordon, stopped, and pointed the stabbing sword at the figures in the magma river. "
It’s no different from them. Do you know what they are?”
"Bitter owl monster." Gordon replied. Each bitter owl monster let out a shrill and painful howl, arms reaching out to the two of them, and lava flowed down their claws.
They have human faces, limbs, and torsos similar to humans, except that their whole bodies are tightly wrapped in thick and dense feathers, shining with a golden luster.
In the magma river where the Bitter Owl Monster lives, ordinary people will fall down and their flesh and bones will be melted on the spot. But when warriors who have cultivated their source power fall into the river, they will be hugged by the Bitter Owl Monster. The feathers on the Bitter Owl Monster's body will fall off strangely, covering them.
It turns the warrior into a bitter owl monster.
The bitter owl monster that loses its feathers will be burned to ashes in the flames.
"In ancient legends, the bitter owl monster was transformed by the regret of the warrior when he died. He could not leave the magma river for the rest of his life and suffered endless pain. Therefore, they devoted themselves to finding the warrior and turning him into their own substitute, thereby gaining relief.
." The ghost salamander was talking eloquently. At this time, he didn't have the aura of a beast, but instead looked like a meditating philosopher.
"This is just a legend." Gordon stared at the bandages wrapped all over Ghost Salamander's body. It should be a special fire-proof cloth that can effectively isolate high temperatures. Being close to the earth's fire and magma, Gordon's clothes were soaked with heat, and Ghost
Not even a drop of sweat broke out from the salamander.
"Legend is also a kind of belief." Guixiao said slowly, "Whenever I feel that cultivation is too hard and I want to give up, I will always come to the magma river and watch these painful and struggling monsters."
"Do you want to become them? Do you want to leave endless regrets after your death? What was the purpose of practicing martial arts in the first place?"
"I asked myself again and again, looking for the real answer in my heart." Ghost Salamander stared at Gordon, slowly moved towards him.
"You are an ascetic monk!" Gordon suddenly realized.
Ghost Salamander nodded silently.
"Why are you saying this to me?" Gordon continued to talk. Many warriors like to talk a lot of nonsense before killing the enemy to satisfy their own sense of superiority. As a result, they delay the time and suffer a comeback from the enemy.
"Because I also feel the faith of a warrior in you. People like you and me are actually very lonely." Ghost Salamander moved his stabbing sword and pointed it at Gordon, and the tip of the sword condensed into a shining point of light. "
For a respected opponent and a valuable kindred spirit, I hope you will die with no regrets and not become a bitter monster who will suffer for the rest of your life."
"Faith? Why don't I know anything about it?" Seeing that Gui Xuan was about to take action, Gordon quickly found a topic.
A strange smile appeared on Guixiao's face: "For example, you are delaying time now, looking for opportunities to counterattack. Or you are escaping into the cave, not out of fear, but to snipe that trash."
"This is the faith of warriors!" Ghost Salamander screamed and jumped out, his stabbing sword trembling with thousands of cold lights.
At this moment, the narrow bayonet disappeared in front of Gordon's eyes, turning into flashing light points. Each light point seemed to be transformed by the bayonet, seeming virtual and real, leaping and contracting, and it was completely impossible to judge what was falling.
trajectory.
Gordon jumped up on the ground, gasping for breath, and flew around the ghost salamander at full speed, like a rotating hurricane. The dagger was thrust out frequently at a dizzying speed, using the fastest speed to deal with the delicate and complicated sword skills of the ghost salamander.
Facing such a powerful opponent, any reservation will only lead to death.
The sword light of the Ghost Salamander suddenly flashed, turning into a round bright ball of light. The whole person seemed to be wrapped in the center of the ball of light. "Dang, Dang, Dang!" The swords and daggers struck each other hundreds of times. No matter how fast the daggers were, they would always be struck one after another.
The light spot is blocked.
Ten minutes later, Ghost Salamander shook his stabbing sword and began to fight back.
The sword light suddenly turned into strands of silver thread, intertwined into a network, and wrapped around the dagger, getting tighter and tighter. Gordon found that the dagger was getting heavier and harder to swing flexibly. After a while, the dagger was caught by the sword light.
He was driven by the sword and couldn't help himself. After a while, his whole body was entangled in the densely intertwined sword net, making it impossible to escape.
In an instant, the Ghost Salamander sword net tightened suddenly, and countless silver threads cut towards Gordon.
The heart of the totem surged, the original and pure power poured into the dagger, and Gordon rushed towards the ghost salamander outside the sword net.
"Dang!" The dagger shook away the stabbing sword, and the sword web shattered into countless light spots and disappeared into the air. Gordon's dagger made a sharp sound, threw it out of his hand, and shot at Guixiao's forehead.
The long tongue of the ghost suddenly came out and grazed the dagger. The dagger changed its direction slightly and passed across the cheek of the ghost, tearing open a wound as deep as the bone.
Gordon pulled away and flew back, until he retreated to the edge of the conglomerate. The ground fire spurted out all around, and behind him was a golden-red river of fire, boiling and rolling.
Gordon was unarmed and subconsciously assumed the Tibetan Abyss pose, with his left palm standing in front of his chest and his right palm stretched behind his back. Suddenly, his mind was shaken, and he saw in a trance deep underground under the magma river, a magnificent long river of time rushing forward.
And passed.
"Amazing!" Ghost Salamander touched his blood-stained cheek and burst into hoarse laughter, "This attack is already at the hematite level! If you have any other special skills that can beat the enemy, just use them, I'll give them to you
Opportunity to compete!"
"Ascetic monks challenge the limits and pursue the ultimate in martial arts." Gordon thought thoughtfully and said, "There is a limit. I wonder if you are willing to compete with me?"
Ghost Salamander stabbed his sword and shook out a ball of cold light: "Say."
"The limit of life and death." Gordon suddenly laughed. His way of life was cut off and he was trapped in death. A trace of crazy excitement arose in his heart for no reason. "In ancient legends, warriors who became the substitutes of the bitter owl monster were also reborn from the ashes.
Chance."
Ghost Salamander was slightly startled: "That's just a legend."
"You said that legend is also a kind of belief." Gordon flipped upside down in the air, jumped into the lava river, and stretched out his arms towards him.