Blade and Swift

There was heavy fog everywhere in the Basilica Theater. It is not accurate to say that it is fog, because the theater is dark and dry, and it does not look like fog.But the air in front of Yan Xichen did become cloudy.

Just now, he took advantage of Fang Shuo's inattention to counterattack, failed to make any attack, but escaped temporarily.

Yan Xichen gripped the gun tightly from the ground, his palms were full of sweat.

It's not a good sign to see blood before anything happens.

Wiping the blood from his palms on his pants vigorously, Yan Xichen closed his eyes and listened to the sound in the mist.The vision is blocked, the movement in the ear becomes sensitive, and the heart becomes quiet again.

He came to kill the escape of the past, not to recall the past.

The hand moved suddenly, Yan Xichen opened his eyes, the black shadow in the retina flickered suddenly, Yan Xichen subconsciously raised his hand.

He held the knife across his chest. Last time at the Basilica Grand Theater, he was like this, standing in front of Du Yachen.The speed of the shadow was so fast that Yan Xichen could hardly see it clearly.The gun in his hand was useless, but the knife was cut first.

It was not clear which direction Fang Shuo was coming from. Years of combat experience made him swing the knife subconsciously.Nothing, like chasing after the wind.Looking down, there was a faint trace of blood on the blade.

Yan Xichen's heart was beating extremely fast, but his attention was extremely concentrated. He looked at all directions and listened to all directions. He opened his fingers holding the bayonet in turn, and grasped them tighter and harder.

The people under the stage were no longer visible, and the entire stage illuminated by the spotlight was scattered with Tyndall beams by the thick fog.A figure slowly emerged from the thick fog, this time it didn't approach Yan Xichen very quickly, but it made Yan Xichen stunned for a moment.

11-year-old Fang Shuo, how long ago did you remember it?

She is young, her face is still immature, and her fair face is covered with freckles, but her expression is completely different from that of a child's maturity.Yan Xichen remembered that they were chatting and joking that year, and Fang Shuo said many things that a boy of his age with a well-established family could not understand.Every time Fang Shuo didn't force it, it seemed that it was a great satisfaction that Yan Xichen could listen to him by his side.

The young Fang Shuo walked up step by step, at first his eyes were fixed on Yan Xichen, and the closer he got to him, a smile appeared on his face.

Yan Xichen's hand holding the bayonet was a little sore: "Brother Shuo..."

This is his memory, and it is already difficult to start.Can he really do it to the 11-year-old Fang Shuo?

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, when there was only one meter between Fang Shuo and Yan Xichen, Yan Xichen moved.

He closed his eyes, not too fast, even a little gentle, but he slit the throat of the boy in front of him without hesitation.He smelled the sweet smell of blood, the figure in front of him fell down, and there was applause behind him.

Fang Shuo was behind him this time, but his voice sounded sinister: "Unexpectedly, you can really do it."

Yan Xichen tightened his grip on the gun again, before he opened his eyes, he listened, and fired a shot in the back involuntarily.

Opening his eyes, Yan Xichen turned his head back, Fang Shuo in his youth, young and energetic, standing a few meters behind him, tilting his head, the bullet hovered in front of him, failing to penetrate an inch.Those bullets were reflected in Yan Xichen's direction as before.

Yan Xichen clenched his fists at the sound of the wind, the bullet first stopped in front of him, and then fell to the ground with a jingle.

During the silence, Yan Xichen threw away the gun, drew out the knife with both hands, and hung it by the side of his trousers.

"It seems that bullets are useless to both of us. If we really want to decide the winner, we can only fight with swords or with bare hands." Fang Shuo's figure disappeared from the darkness again. Fast, but it is no longer impossible to catch the sight like before.

Yan Xichen stood where he was, looked at Fang Shuo's young face that disappeared from sight at the last moment, and made a decision in his heart.

What he remembered was the Fang Shuo who was still gentle and still in love behind the door of the ward in the outer world.

The familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him made Yan Xichen confirm once again that he had said goodbye to the real Fang Shuo.

He grabbed the knife, stood where he was, and did not pursue impulsively. Instead, he listened to the wind intently, while his mind was spinning rapidly—he had to believe that he was the only person with will in this space, and nothing could make him He changes, as long as he is willing, he is invincible.

Cain was invincible because he was protected by his will.To defeat him is to overcome the weak self in the past.Between them, it's time to end.

Yan Xichen's figure suddenly moved, sharper than the knife in his hand, cutting through the thick mist, and approaching Cain's face.

His speed has never been faster, and his shots have never been sharper.There were more than one sound of crisp metal collisions. At first, the collision was crisp, and then there were clanging sounds. It sounded chaotic, but actually there was a pattern to follow.Yan Xichen couldn't see how he made the saber, in fact he couldn't even see how he made the saber clearly.

His speed has gradually become the same as that of Cain.

There was a silver light in front of his eyes, Yan Xichen subconsciously leaned back, bent his waist, and at the same time sent out the sharp knife in his hand, from his thighs to his back to his shoulders, his physical strength burst out suddenly, and his shot was extremely heavy.After a cut, he turned over and stretched out his legs, and the knife in the other hand was offered from below!

Yan Xichen didn't think about anything, his actions flowed smoothly, as if it had been arranged in advance.The blood all over the body is hot, every inch of nerves and muscles are like a tight bow, but there is not a drop of sweat on the body.He didn't even need to concentrate, all the attack instructions seemed to be written in his bones and blood.Holding the knife and facing a strong enemy, as long as he overcomes this psychological barrier, he will be an invincible sword that will split all the fog.

Yan Xichen was killed with a knife, and when his eyes flickered, he saw Cain clenching his teeth, unable to find a way to strike.He was getting weaker and weaker, which was a manifestation of the loss of Yan Xichen's will projected on him.In close combat, especially in fierce confrontation, the opponent can most sensitively perceive every slight change in each other.Yan Xichen's shots were already ruthless, but after capturing Cain's state, he shot even faster.

It took him 3 minutes to push Cain from the front of the stage to the back of the stage, and suddenly his strength accelerated.Chopping, chopping, stabbing, he gave up the strength and angle of each move, and gave all his speed and strength.

This is a strong attack, it is a desperate blow, it is a fatal blow!

Cain's speed was comparable to that of Yan Xichen, and there were almost no flaws. However, in Yan Xichen's stormy attack, there was a gap in Cain's unbreakable arc.

He struck through the gap, the blade slamming into Cain's chest.

The violent storm seemed to be suddenly pressed to the pause button. The figure in front of him swayed, threw the knife, and grabbed the blade on his chest with his bare hands.Blood trickled down the sharp and bright knife edge, Yan Xichen followed the bright red, and finally raised his eyes to meet those eyes.

Unbelievable, and then anger, grief, and many other emotions pierced his heart no less than the knife in Yan Xichen's hand.

But he didn't let go, he ignored the hand holding the blade, forcefully and slowly pushed the knife to the deepest point, until only the handle remained outside.

Those emotions did not belong to Cain, Yan Xichen said to himself, but belonged to himself who had escaped.A few months ago, he probably couldn't believe that he could put a knife into Fang Shuo's chest with his own hands.

For the first half of his life, he has been avoiding... the world, Peach Blossom Spring, Utopia, Cain.

That dizzy feeling came again.

The fog in the Basilica Theater dissipated, and the knife in Cain's hand fell to the ground. He had retreated to the back of the stage and had nowhere to retreat.Behind it is a rose-red velvet curtain, so many stage plays with all kinds of joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys have been staged from behind the red curtain, and ended when the red curtain fell.

As if unable to stand still, Cain reached out and pulled the red velvet curtain, and the whole curtain fell down, covering the darkness behind him.Yan Xichen let go, allowing him to stagger back two steps.Yan Xichen wiped the sweat from his palms on his trouser legs. Before he realized it just now, his back was already soaked.

Then he stepped forward again, grabbed the handle of the knife with his backhand, closed his eyes and slashed down the knife in Cain's chest——

There was no bloody smell as imagined, no corpse, and Cain disappeared like a puff of smoke in the space that began to transpire and distort.

Everything is speculative.

On the other side of the world, Du Yachen led his three watchmen, including Lao Jiang, to make a final confrontation in the S area.The entire battlefield seemed to be on fire. There was a bombing half an hour ago, and the entire city was filled with gunpowder smoke. The asphalt road under our feet was reduced to scorched wasteland.

This is the third round of attack. They lost more than 70 people. It means that the world forces launched a crazy attack on the border of S area three hours ago. Du Yachen must block their way to A area within three rounds of attack.

This is the only plan he has not told Yan Xichen.

Three hours ago, they released the wind to the entire S area, and Cain appeared in A area, and they will focus on destroying Cain's will.

Du Aachen looked up amidst the gunfire and gunpowder smoke - only in this way, no one would bother the Basilica Theater.The battlefield that belongs to Yan Xichen is there.

He said he would be the knife in his hand, and he would do what he said, and when necessary, he was also a shield in front of him.

Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, as if someone had plucked the tail string, Du Yachen suddenly looked in the direction of the Basilica Grand Theater again.Somehow, he felt something subtle.

There was deafening artillery fire on the high platform in the distance, and it fired three times in a row. He heard someone's voice like misty smoke in the air, slowly drifting along the wind——

"The door is open! The door is open! The door is open—" The person standing on the high place shouted hoarsely and cyclically. The voice contained ecstasy, loneliness and anger, and mixed feelings.

That voice kept roaring, it was the outburst of loneliness and fear for more than ten years, it was the choking emotion after the desperate battle.

The entire battlefield cooled down for a few seconds, and then people from the inner world erupted in carnival shouts, screams, and cathartic roars.In contrast, there are voices of anger, shock, grief and despair from the watch world.

The sound of pain always penetrates farther than the sound of happiness. Many people were shocked by the sound of despair, and put down the cannon on their shoulders for a moment, at a loss.More people reacted and showed blank expressions.

"To the east..." Du Yachen quickly climbed onto the roof of the armored vehicle, "To all directions! Take your people away! Those blocked roads, the border of the map has been opened! Go back to the real world!"

Immediately there was a loud roar with a distorted tone: "Go back to the real world!"

The crowd boiled.

Du Yachen's heart was beating extremely fast. Looking far away, he saw the end of the road, and the steaming air began to become distorted again.

The last time it was the Basilica Theater, this time it was the whole world!

The will of the space has dissipated, Cain has been killed, this world... this space is about to collapse.

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