Han Baiyi was immersed in the pain of the moment his head was pressed into the floor. Somehow, Yongzhen's figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Look at her gentle face, bright eyes, and delicate red lips.
Then whisper to yourself:
"Anyway... we must come back alive."
"grass!!!"
The nightmare wakes up instantly.
Han Baiyi jumped up and jumped on his feet, and threw the long limbs in his hands into the ground with a bang.
The force was so great that it even knocked his already reckless old face into something more abstract.
Gus stood next to him, his eyelids twitching.
Did he take the wrong medicine?
Han Baiyi's eyes were red, and he felt aggrieved.
He said why he was so unlucky!
I died twice within an hour of going up the mountain!
And every time he died, it was inexplicable.
At first, he thought that it might be Miyazaki's old thief who had set up a foreshadowing to harm him.
Now that I think about it, Yongzhen's small, flat chest sets such a huge flag for herself, who can stand it?
How can you marry me if I go back alive?
When Han Baiyi thought about this, he suddenly paused.
Inexplicably, I felt grateful to Miss Yongzhen.
Fortunately she didn't say anything more at that time.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Gus frowned at him.
From the beginning, this guy's behavior has been strange.
"fine."
Han Baiyi took two deep breaths, looked up at the door in front of him, and calmed down.
Looking at the door pushed open by the two of them, Han Baiyi looked at Gus beside him seriously:
"The old man inside is very powerful. Although there is only one person, you have to be careful."
Gus' frown deepened.
"Didn't you just say you didn't know what was in it?"
Han Baiyi didn't have the time to explain this to him. Maybe he would die after just one second this time. He rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily:
"I just remembered."
Gus looked at him deeply, but still listened to the words and drew the sword from his back, always ready.
Han Baiyi didn't dare to be as careless as the last time. He opened the door and opened the door with a pale white spirit covering his pupils, cautiously.
After all, he died once.
That kind of power and speed has long been deeply engraved in his heart.
However, although he still felt irritable because of his last sudden death, Han Baiyi's rational instinct made him unconsciously think about the words of the old monk in green robe.
'Master Immortal Peak... is fake.'
'In other words, is the Master Purple Clothed Immortal Peak whom I saw last time in Bodhisattva Valley the real one?'
'What's the difference between them?'
'Why do we need to distinguish between true and false?'
'Since he thinks that I, Long Yin's bodyguard, will not be resurrected and is confident of killing me, he should not deceive me on this matter.'
'So, who created a fake Immortal Peak Master?'
'Who is [that guy] mentioned by the fake master?'
Although Han Baiyi had indeed cleared Sekiro many, many times, he suddenly discovered that players in the identity position of 'wolf' could not get much information about the plot world.
Players can only learn that the final boss of Sekiro World is probably the Sakura Dragon who lives in Fairyland. The rest of the information is incomplete and can only be guessed to explore the plot.
What's even more uncomfortable is that because Sekiro has a low degree of freedom in the game, you can only choose the camp that is opposed to Ashina, and there are only four fixed endings, so many side plots seem a bit confusing.
This makes it difficult to get the exact context.
For example, why did Senhoji Temple, which was supposed to protect Ashina, become the notorious Senho Laboratory? Why did Senhoji's dynamic ninja group, the Ranha Shou, become the target of everyone in Ashina?
'mouse'?
There are many questions in my mind, but I have no time to explain them.
His eyes were filled with pale white light, and his whole body was wrapped in white thunder and lightning, making a continuous stinging sound of static electricity.
Suddenly, Gus around him seemed to be attracted by the pure white lightning.
As soon as his footsteps landed on the ground, the blue stone slab exploded, leaving several deep cracks in place.
The legs and feet were spread out. Just taking a step was as strenuous as treading water in a swimming pool. The tip of the knife that was raised habitually to open the door sliced the air. The straight ponytail formed a straight line under the pressure of air resistance.
Raise your knees and press your upper body tightly down.
Pointing forward with the tip of the knife, Han Baiyi felt as if he were facing a huge current, breaking through the waves.
"Oh oh oh..."
The fake master pretended to show off his acting skills in front of the two of them, probably because he wanted to show his sorrow for the tragic experience of the son of transformation.
But his originally extremely slow voice, in Han Baiyi's ears at this time, was like a five-yuan street stall wireless headset connected to a smooth 360p video, and every frame of sound was full of noise and stuttering.
The spiritual machine wrapped around his eyes, blocking the pressure of the air on the eyeballs, and allowing his nerve reactions to barely synchronize with the speed of his body.
The wind blows the candlelight in the Buddhist temple,
Green Lantern Ancient Buddha.
However, the green-robed old monk in front of the Buddha is made even more monstrous and strange.
Although Gus behind him roared and charged forward with his sword, his slow speed was basically negligible in Han Baiyi's eyes.
He stared at the old monk closely.
The tip of the knife almost penetrated his neck.
The monk suddenly smiled strangely.
"soon."
"But not fast enough."
No sound came out, but Han Baiyi understood the mouth movements.
The moment Han Baiyi was about to open the door and penetrate it, the old monk suddenly swayed, his body lowered, his steps bent, his body formed an arch, and he stretched as hard as he could.
In Han Baiyi's pale pupils, his wits quickly rose.
There was a violent vibration in my ears.
Without any warning, the old monk, who had almost curled up into a ball, suddenly stepped on the ground. The bluestone floor under his feet was shattered inch by inch. The stones splashed up in the burst of inspiration as if gravity had been lost, and one foot felt like stepping on the water.
The huge reaction force brought speed and power beyond the limit. Facing Han Baiyi, the whole body leaped up like an upside-down golden hook. It was obviously resisting gravity, but the speed was so fast that it made people feel confused in time and space.
Such a sense of contradiction.
There was a wave of white air on his feet, and an irresistible sharp sound came from his ears.
Almost a sonic boom.
Han Baiyi responded calmly, leaning forward with the blade and making a forward cut, with the blade pointed directly at his knees.
The old monk reacted very quickly. He pressed his hands on the ground in mid-air. He immediately jumped three points higher and flew right over Han Baiyi's head. The majestic inertia carried his dry body far away.
The ground was rubbing against the ground, almost sparkling with fire, and smoke was coming from the soles of the feet.
Gus's eyes widened, and he was optimistic about where the old monk would land, and he swung his sword past.
The old monk was calm and unhurried.
He turned around, raised his left elbow slightly, and hit the hilt of Gus's sword, causing the blade to rise two points higher, and his body just slipped through the gap.
Make a gesture with your hands, and it becomes a posture with just one movement.
[King Kong Combo Fist Humha Form]
Exhale loudly.
"snort."
Step forward with your feet in an arch shape. The force starts from the ground, passes to the waist, twists the back, enters the arms, and opens and closes with one punch.
‘Boom’
It was obviously almost rotten flesh, rushing towards Gus with the invisible force, but it was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, making a loud sound.
Gus's iron armor can be said to be invulnerable. Under the old monk's withered and thin fist arms, it was actually dented in like a torrent. The iron armor creaked. The breastplate, the thickest and hardest armor in the whole armor, was actually weaker than paper in front of this punch.
The movie is even worse.
Gus vomited a mouthful of blood.
Han Baiyi's eyes were about to burst, and Bai Lei stimulated his muscles and twisted around to rush in the direction of the two of them.
However, how could the old monk disturb him? The essence of Xianfeng Temple's kowtow combo is that one punch is faster than the other.
In the blink of an eye, Gus's deformed breastplate received three consecutive blows, each sounding louder and louder than the last.
Han Baiyi's lightning-fast speed seemed so slow at this second.
"ha!"
As the old monk lowered the iron mountain support for the last time, Gus's whole body flew out with the strong force. The sword weighing several dozen kilograms whirled and smashed into the ground. Gus's mouth was filled with big mouthfuls.
Blood spurted out, along with countless internal organ fragments.
Turning around, he smacked the black knife that Han Baiyi had struck with his palm. He moved his feet and leaned his arms close to his body. Han Baiyi immediately rolled and flew out like Amiya.
The wrist holding the knife was twisted into a twist under that support.
It's basically unusable.
Seeing this, the old monk did not rush forward to kill the two of them.
Instead, he patted the monk's clothes leisurely, and his voice was completely different from the hoarse and slow tone before.
It was an old female voice.
"The smell of Long Yin on your body is already very weak. How did you pick up the Immortal Sword?"
"Is it the water of transformation?"
"How did you get the news about me?"
"Even if the Bana girl escaped from my hands back then, she would have only breathed her last before she left. It would be impossible to tell others about it."
While talking, the old nun stepped forward and held Han Baiyi's neck, blocking him so that he could not breathe.
There was no expression on the face that had lost all muscles and skin, but there was doubt in his tone.
"Tell me, who told you?"
Han Baiyi couldn't care less about what she said. His right hand was curled into a twist and it almost hurt him to death. He was about to open the system panel to read a file when a progress bar suddenly appeared in front of him.