But there seemed to be something hidden in the shadows, a cold light flashed, and Brut, who was clutching his left arm, frowned and looked forward.
In the fire, the black-eyed, black-haired, yellow-skinned young man was suspended in mid-air. His serene expression seemed to transcend the whole world. The ice-blue and flame-red rapiers without hilts revolved around him non-stop.
"Who are you?"
Brutt asked loudly, one side of his body shimmered and turned into a pure light form, but the young man didn't speak, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of white sword qi descended from the sky.
Jenkins passed out after finishing some abstract paintings. He came to the streets of Nolan City like a dream, and followed his instinct to fly to the center of the fire.
He can see all of this but can't control it. It seems to be the instinct in the subconscious that controls the body's actions.
The face of a familiar stranger appeared in front of him, and when he raised his hand, a sword energy pierced his right arm, and then he spoke Chinese that he hadn't used for a long time:
"Thousand Fang Remnant Shadow Sword."
It's like watching a movie with magnificent special effects, the sword fairy flying into the sky and hiding from the ground beats the ice-using supernatural being with nowhere to hide.
Even if the [Ice Servant] froze the whole street into ice, even if he manipulated the raindrops to condense into thousands of ice arrows to fight back, even if he transformed parts of his body into elemental forms in an attempt to avoid the attack, but he was shot by the sword fairy resolve.
But [Surprise] has always been dangerous. Gradually, Jenkins could feel that the sword fairy he saw from the first perspective was getting out of control. His attack was no longer limited to one enemy, and the eerie whisper was heard again in Jenkins' ear.
"Forgive your life!"
Watching Brutt, who lost his left arm and was covered in blood, disappear into the entrance of the sewer, Jenkins gritted his teeth looking for the feeling of waking up. He knew that if he didn't quit, he might become mentally disturbed even if he could wake up.
Opening his eyes, the flames in the distance are still not extinguished, and a lifelike Chinese-style man is drawn on the paper pressed by his left hand.
"Sorry, how do you explain this?"
He was thinking annoyedly, staring at his corpse in the dark, and felt evil:
"I still have eight bullets, enough to kill everyone here!"
The murder plan was formed in his mind, and Jenkins could already imagine how he would sneak into the apartments downstairs, wrap the muzzle of the gun with clothes to avoid noise, and then kill all the residents in the building one by one.
The white paper in his hand was shaken by the wind outside the window, which once again awakened the purest desire in the user's heart.
The [Medal of Wisdom] on his chest suddenly trembled, but it was useless. It was broken into pieces in an instant, and turned into smoke before falling to the ground.
But it is a pity that the painter this time drew something that does not belong to this world.
Just one piece of information that Jenkins penned reveals a world in a completely different form. Under the excitation of the rules, invisible ripples are moving back and forth in all directions. A great figure in the void cast its eyes on it, and the ripples were bounced back and condensed in the paper, and finally the whole paper turned into pieces.
The cold air flowed into Jenkins' body along his left hand, and he shivered suddenly and suddenly realized what he was thinking.
Lowering his head, that [creepy thing] has turned into shreds of paper, and there is no light at all.
"Destroyed the [unpredictable thing], so the spirit that got feedback from the world?"
He thought to himself and stood up. With the continuous infusion of spirit into the body, the weak and numb body is gradually recovering, and the mental impact caused by using the [Surprise] is also reduced.
Only the extremely cold breath in the right palm is still there, but it has stopped moving.
Jenkins hesitated for a moment, collected the scraps of paper and put them in his pocket, then hid the young student's body under the bed and hurried out of the attic.
I thought I would be questioned by the landlady, but I ran out of the apartment without meeting anyone. Jenkins stepped into the rain with a clear goal, full of physical strength enough for him to activate his abilities and run wildly.
The trouble is almost solved, and now I can wash away my suspicions by returning to the original place and staying.
Crossing the dark street, the Ocean Church in the dock area was in front of him. Just after turning a corner, a figure that seemed to come out of the ground ran into Jenkins.
"Goddess, I don't believe in fate anymore!"
Jenkins cursed, because the one who collided with him was the escaped [Icebringer] Brutt.
Without even thinking about it, the two explosion charms in his hands were thrown out, but they didn't explode at all, and they were wrapped in ice and hit the face of the opposite person.
"It is you?"
Brut, who was smiling happily, asked, did he still remember meeting this young man in the antique shop in the morning. Although he lost an arm, at least he escaped from that demon's grasp. What could be more joyful than meeting an ant that can be crushed to death
"it's me."
Jenkins smiled wryly and fell to the ground, leaning against a brick wall beside him, unaware of the rain dripping down his collar into his underwear. Even though he can almost be said to be in his prime now, he still doesn't think he can defeat the injured level 8 powerhouse.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"Yes, sorry."
Jenkins shook his head, not surprised, "I'm thinking, maybe some of my actions inadvertently offended the gods, if that's the case, please forgive that great existence, I really don't know anything. Hahaha, today , could it be more unlucky?"
Brutt listened to Jenkins' inexplicable words in doubt, is he unlucky today
Stretching out his finger and pointing to Jenkins' forehead, maybe the gods really heard Jenkins' words, and a timid voice came from the two of them:
"Gentlemen, would you like to buy a flower?"
The two turned their heads at the same time, and the little girl Jenkins remembered so well appeared at the entrance of the alley less than ten meters away from them at some point.
She hugged her flower basket tightly, shivering in the rain. The rain soaked all her clothes, and her wet hair stuck to her pale cheeks.
If he didn't know what she was, Jenkins might be overwhelmed with sympathy, but at this moment he couldn't understand his feelings at all.
"Thank you, we don't buy flowers."
After a moment of silence, Brutt said that he didn't seem to be clear about the [creature] that Nolan City encountered recently. But after all, I have lived to level 8, and I know very well in my heart that it is definitely not ordinary people who can appear here to sell flowers on this rainy night.
Out of caution, he declined the offer to buy flowers, but Jenkins suddenly burst into ecstasy as he collapsed against the wall.
"If you refuse to buy flowers, you will die within a week. This guy killed me, and he can't live!"
The little girl in the rain nodded aggrievedly, but instead of turning away, she looked at Jenkins.
"Sir, you gave too much money last time. I don't have any change, so I couldn't find it for you."