Sima Yuan stared at Wang Luo who was entangled in his own golden threads, his eyes empty, and he raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Someone muttered to himself: "There is really no wall in the world that is airtight!"
There was a drop of rain on Sima Yuan's palm.
Sima Yuan held a short knife in both hands and stepped closer to Wang Luo.
The wind got stronger, and for some reason Sima Yuan remembered his long-dead master, who did not teach Kung Fu, but only taught blacksmithing.
My surname is Zhang, I only know him as Old Man Zhang in the village.
Old Man Zhang said that you should use a short knife for self-defense, and that you have to make your own weapons. If it is too long, it is too weak, and you cannot see clearly, and you cannot know your destiny.
I still like the feeling of my own life being controlled by myself. I always rely on an illusory thing and feel nothing.
In the past, when Sima Yuan was blacksmithing with Master Zhang, he could not understand the meaning of this sentence. It was not until now that Sima Yuan understood it deeply.
The more you want to kill someone, the more likely you are to win.
The further you want to go, the more sure you have to go step by step.
"Two hundred and twenty-seventh!" Sima Yuan muttered, and took action with his two swords.
Go straight to Wang Luo's vital point.
Wang Luo is not stupid. Although his feet are trapped, he can still fight with hammers in both hands.
Two hammers against two knives, you can't bear it to death.
Sima Yuan's sleeves shook, and more gold threads came out. He bypassed the double hammers and tightly entangled Wang Luo's hands.
No matter how hard Wang Luo struggled, he couldn't break free at all.
"I forge iron and cast silk. The knife is forged from volcanic stone, and it was frozen in the deep sea for ten years before being opened. Not to mention this silk, I once had the opportunity to obtain half of a dragon's beard, refine it and add it.
Even gods can't untie it when it reaches the spider silk." Sima Yuan said proudly.
After Wang Luo heard this, he stopped struggling and just sighed.
After Sima Yuan finished speaking, he put his two swords behind him. Without waiting for Wang Luo to speak, he punched Wang Luo directly in the face.
The punch hit his flesh, and Wang Luo's whole body fell back.
Due to the pull of the gold wire, it will not fall down.
Just like that, Sima Yuan punched Wang Luo a hundred times. Blood was flowing out from Wang Luo's ankles, and even the bones at his wrists were vaguely visible.
Wang Luo endured the pain and did not say a word.
Wang Luo stared at everything in front of him and became confused.
"Be a bad guy in your next life and don't get in trouble with the forces. Also have a good memory in your next life. You can't offend anyone in this world. If you want to blame, just blame the person who issued the kill order." Sima Yuan finished calmly,
Then he turned around.
"Don't you want to see my vision of everything? Take a good look at it before you die. It will be regarded as my granting your wish."
Sima Yuan said, tapping the center of his eyebrows.
The sky and the earth are dark, and everything is unified. The sky above the scar is even more thunderous. Countless golden light pillars appear in the small world, just surrounding Wang Luo. Moving little by little, wherever they go
Everywhere, even the land was cut into tiny particles of dust.
Wang Luo looked at the sky above his head, his eyes cold, and he slowly kneaded the hand.
You can vaguely hear "Nine Heavens Fall!"
Wang Luo used his last breath to control his own space, and the sky ended. But what shocked Wang Luo was that the two layers of "sky" collided, and his own sky was unable to suppress Sima Yuan's "scar". Wang Luo was desperate.
At the end.
"Don't be afraid!" Wang Luo heard a hallucination, as if someone was patting him on the back.
He turned his head and was very confused.
But it was a vast expanse of white, very much like the snowflakes in Wuling City in winter.