The Tangdao that had cleaved into Grandpa Zhang's "brain" was dominated by an invisible force that continued to press down, however, the power of Level 2 [Metal] was really limited.
When Qing Ling exerted his full strength, the Tang Blade could only be pressed down inch by inch.
Two tentacles quickly wrapped around the Tang Blade, pulling it out with force and throwing it outwards. Zhang Dajie's brain was extremely tragic as blood sprayed wildly, despite this, the large split on the brain that had been cleaved out began to heal, but the speed of healing was significantly lower compared to the healing of the tentacles.
It was hurt badly, but ... it is still alive!
The broken tentacles were crawling on the ground and then leapt back into the main body, then the newborn tentacles once again emerged from the body.
Qing Ling's fall was not light, her face was pale and covered with blood stains, she staggered to her feet, still trying to pick up the knife on the side. Four tentacles shot out sharply and strangled her hands and feet.
Qing Ling struggled to break free, but to no avail, the tentacles dragged her closer to the main body ...
"Die!"
With a shout, Gao Yang, who was holding up a golf club, rushed towards Master Zhang.
He knew that as a waste, the only thing he could do now was to run away, as far away as possible, this was the self-cultivation of a waste. But he didn't know why, when he saw Qing Ling being grabbed, his legs didn't listen to him at all, his brain gave up thinking, and by the time he came back to his senses, he had already rushed up like an idiot.
Gao Yang didn't have time to get close to Grand Master Zhang, a tentacle slid along the ground and came over, strangling his calf with one hand.
The tentacle pulled hard, and Gao Yang fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and his entire body was dragged towards Master Zhang's main body. Immediately, he would be just like Qing Ling, becoming a meal in the belly of Master Zhang.
"Hold on tight!" Officer Huang rushed up as well, grabbing Gao Yang with one hand and holding onto a nearby streetlight pole with the other. Thanks to the blessing of the Gun God's talent, Officer Huang's arm strength was amazing, he steadily clamped down on Gao Yang's wrist, and for a while, he was actually in a stalemate with the power of Master Zhang's tentacles.
Gao Yang, however, was not happy.
First of all, his body was like a rope in a tug-of-war, it felt like it was going to be ripped off at any moment, on the other hand, more and more tentacles began to repair and engage in the battle, dragging it on, they had no chance of winning.
And most damaging of all, Qing Ling on the side was being irreversibly yanked towards Grand Master Zhang.
Calm down, calm down.
The more times like this, the more calm you have to be.
Gao Yang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
[Entering the system]
[You have newly gained 30 Lucky Points]
--30 Lucky Points?
[You've just experienced 6 minutes of high danger, earnings increased to 300 times]
-Comprehend a new talent! Hurry up!
It will cost you 30 Luck Points to realize your new talent. Are you sure?
--OK!
"Understanding ....
"Understanding ....
"Understanding. ....
[Successful realization]
[Talent: Copy. Serial number: 18. Rune type: Knowledge]
[Level 1 Duplication: Can duplicate any talent with a serial number of 30 or higher] [Duplication Method: Touch the opponent's body for 1 second]
[Copy Method: Touch each other's body for 1 second] [Copy Method: Touch each other's body for 1 second] [Copy Type: 1 type
[Copy Quantity: 1 type. Storage Time: 1 hour]
[Usage time: 3 sec. Copy interval: 12 hours]
[Level 1 Copying Permanent Attribute Bonus: Spirit +30, Charm -10]
- -Giving! It's finally here!
[Congratulations! First time to realize the new talent is successful. 60 Lucky Points are needed to realize it again.
[Access ended, system hidden]
[Beep-]
Gao Yang opened his eyes, a meter away, Qing Ling was sideways against the ground, being dragged a little bit towards Master Zhang, her hands clasped the ground with force, trying to stop the tentacles from pulling, but to no avail.
Gao Yang observed the situation and quickly made a judgment, "Officer Huang! Let go of me!"
"You're crazy!"
"Let go! I have a way! Trust me!"
Time was running out, Officer Huang couldn't care less as he let go of Gao Yang.
The tentacles instantly fired, and Gao Yang was dragged towards Grand Master Zhang at a speed faster than Qing Ling. When he brushed against Qing Ling, Gao Yang fought to extend his right hand, he originally wanted to touch Qing Ling's head, but the two bodies were in a parallel line, they were just that two centimeters apart.
Gao Yang tried to straighten his arm and spread his fingers, but still he could only slide past the front of Qing Ling's forehead, tip of her nose, mouth, and chin, and was never able to touch it.
Finished!
Gao Yang's heart sank.
NO! His eyes lit up and he quickly found hope!
Half a second later, the tip of the middle finger of Gao Yang's right hand gently hooked onto Qing Ling's bulging breasts.
Qing Ling, who was still struggling, also noticed this strange move of Gao Yang, she was not angry, and there was only a faint confusion in her eyes: what does he want? Struggling to die? Or is he saying goodbye before he dies?
[Explored the only replicable talent: Level 3 Blade God. Does it copy?]
-Copy!
In an instant, Gao Yang felt a wave of energy drilling into his inner body through the tip of his middle finger, the energy was very subtle, as if it had a life, and carried the owner's vivid imprint and breath.
Gao Yang yelled, "Hand me the sword!"
Qing Ling was not sure what Gao Yang wanted to do, but she instinctively made the most correct response, her hands no longer gouged the ground, but concentrated on controlling her weapon.
Not far away, the Tang knife levitated and flew towards Gao Yang.
Gao Yang quickly caught the long knife, and the moment he gripped the hilt, a sense of familiarity surged throughout his body, as if he had used this weapon ten thousand times.
Memory, movement, experience, intuition ... countless information fused into an indescribable energy, which was like a divine life form, or a mysterious Ying Ling, gently covering or enveloping the whole body, guiding him, dominating him, and giving him strength.
With a deft rotation of his right wrist, Gao Yang easily sliced through the tentacles strangling his calf.
At this moment, he was less than two meters away from Zhang Dajie's main body, which was the most dangerous position and the most favorable position. His eyes had already figured out the best breakthrough and the most suitable angle to swing the sword.
He sidestepped, half crouched, and pressed the knife.
Leg, waist, and right arm in a three-point line - sheathe!
"Bare-" The Tang blade sliced diagonally through the disgusting lump of flesh tumor from the bottom up.
It wasn't over yet, the knife he had swung out quickly folded back and made another slash, and the two-thirds of the cut down sarcoma, still suspended in mid-air, split into two halves again.
Everything happened in a split second.
The first spray of blood came out, the wail came half a second after swinging the knife, but it was so short that it had no time to take shape before dissipating into the rain of blood.
Three seconds ended.
The Blade God talent disappeared.
At the same time, the tentacles that were strangling Qing Ling loosened.
Qing Ling slightly stunned, quickly jumped up, sprinted, grabbed the Tang knife in the hands of Gao Yang, towards the corpse and slashed a dozen knives in a row, in the true sense of the word will be "dismantled", to confirm that it is impossible to come back to life before stopping.
Under the moonlight, Qing Ling's dark hair was dyed with scarlet blood, which flowed wetly on her cool face and white school uniform.
The girl tilted her head slightly, her chest rising and falling violently, at her feet were messy limbs and internal organs, at this moment, she was like a killing angel that had fallen into hell.
After a few seconds, she slowly turned back, looking at Gao Yang with cold and sharp eyes.
"Wow..." in the blink of an eye, the blood-dripping Tang knife was on Gao Yang's neck.
Qing Ling's voice huffed, "You'd better explain what happened just now."
"I'm sorry!" Gao Yang raised his hands and apologized in a panic, "I shouldn't have touched you ..."
"Who cares about such things?" The face of the blade in Qing Ling's hand turned, "Speak! Why do you have the Blade God talent? Why have you been hiding your strength?"