Not to mention the huge gap in musicianship.
It is no exaggeration to say that Ye Qingxuan cannot defeat Ye Qingxuan now just because of his swordsmanship, which is still stable and deadly even when burning!
Miscalculated, miscalculated...
Ye Qingxuan had calculated everything but failed to realize that the professor's real trump card was hidden here. This talent is considered outstanding even among moon spirits, right? Otherwise, those moon spirits would have dominated the world long ago, and there would be nothing to do with humans...
Fortunately, fortunately, there is still Bolero's thought thread.
During the professor's fierce attack, Ye Qingxuan was like a prophet who was predicting the future, dodging the professor's swords "at a leisurely pace". The two sword blades were close to his throat, heart, and vagina, killing him with every move. Every time the sword edge flashed past him, Ye Qingxuan always felt a chill all over his body.
If it weren't for the thought thread, he would really have to confess here today.
He focused on two things, never forgetting to fight back, and controlled the silver dust everywhere to sweep towards the professor. When the silver dust landed on the professor's body, it made a hissing sound and embedded itself into his body, igniting his flesh and blood, making the professor feel as if he had fallen into lava.
At the end of the burning, even the bones of both arms were protruded from the charcoal, and it was so tragic.
Ordinary people would go crazy when encountering this kind of pain, but the professor didn't even say a word, but his swordsmanship remained fierce and became more and more violent, regardless of Ye Qingxuan's counterattack and Yin Chen's natural restraint on him.
After using up all the vitality he had stolen from Qing Qia, he looked as if he was going to bury Ye Qingxuan here!
What about you
Ye Qingxuan's face was gloomy. He stared at the professor's face that had turned into charcoal in the flames, his eyes full of murderous intent:
"—What a pity, Professor. You were a good opponent!"
On his body, the fluctuations of ether suddenly became wild.
He no longer holds back, full of murderous intent.
Just above the cane, the Eye of Indra suddenly lit up! As if sensing the call, the heavy rain that had temporarily stopped outside the church suddenly fell from the sky again, covering the sky and the sun.
The sound of thunder shook the world.
"Roar!"
Surrounded by red, the professor breathed flames and roared suddenly.
Immediately afterwards, his body shook, and the burning silver dust was shaken out of thin air. The two swords buzzed and vibrated, and a line of blood flowed from the moon-like blades.
The melody attached to it is looped, and the effects of "Dragon Strike", "Blood Knot" and "Corruption" attached to it are activated.
Visible to the naked eye, as the sword blade swept across, the wind roared, cracking the stone bricks in the ground through the air, as if being attacked by a giant dragon.
What's more, there is a hidden curse that once blood is seen, it will never heal, leaving the tarsal bones extremely poisonous.
Premonition of Holmes' next strike that called for thunder and lightning, the professor prepared his momentum, and his fierce power suddenly increased.
At this time, he no longer looked like a musician, but a warrior with sharp swordsmanship and a murderous intent. The two swords were hidden in his sleeves, and the blades vibrated like dragon roars.
If this blow couldn't kill him, then Ye Qingxuan would be the one who died!
At the moment when the scream of the sword reached its peak, wild fluctuations of ether burst out from Ye Qingxuan's body.
In the midst of countless silver dust dancing, Ye Qingxuan suddenly stretched out his hand and moved forward into the air. A bright light illuminated the professor's eyes, and he was stunned!
It was as if the scorching sun was falling from the sky, casting endless light.
That was not Indra's angry thunder, but the musical note light whose effectiveness was enhanced to the limit!
Just under the control of Jiuxiao Huanpei, dozens of instant notes and lights overlapped together, and their power increased dozens of times. A bright light that could blind one's eyes and even shine through the human body, revealing the shadows of bones, brewed from Ye Qingxuan's fingertips and swallowed up everything.
The professor instinctively raised his hands and covered his eyes. But the silver dust dancing in the void actually multiplied spontaneously, combined with each other, and turned into a real mirror.
Dozens of huge mirrors rose from the ground and formed a matrix, engulfing the professor and generously giving him the endless glow for his own enjoyment.
In the matrix, the glow was like ten suns in the sky, and the light of countless silver dust brought with it a severe pain that instantly tore bones and flesh into pieces.
That is light, the natural nemesis of the Yueling clan, just like the light of the silvery white moon!
The professor let out a scream and roared.
The sword blade roared, splitting the matrix, and broke out!
But in the empty church... are there still shadows of enemies
"Ran?!"
Right there, the professor's bloody body was rapidly recovering, and the fatal wounds caused by the silverware were slowly recovering.
The pale bones, miserable flesh, and pale skin gradually returned to his body, but his eyes were so angry, stunned, and...depressed!
Holmes' cheerful laughter seemed to linger in the air.
It’s so exciting to just show off and run away!
…
…
"La la la, la la la, I'm a little expert at running around, I'm not afraid of wind or rain... Dulu da da di lita da little expert~"
In the pouring rain, there was a man pushing a cart on the street, trotting along the street in the heavy rain, looking like a worker who loved to work.
As if he heard the angry roar in the church not far away, he turned around, his expression under the deerstalker hat showing a happy look.
Ran
"Nonsense, of course I'm going to run away." He curled his lips, "You are already trying your best to kill someone. If I don't run away, am I going to give you food?"
Muttering under his breath, his pace quickened again.
Fortunately, because it was too dangerous to meet the professor, he sent Bai Xi back in advance, otherwise it would be difficult to run away at this time.
In the midst of the heavy rain, he looked down at the "trophy" in the cart. Well, it was originally the trophy that belonged to the professor.
A giant epee that was so heavy that he could almost carry it - "Sigh", and a "steel skeleton" that was left behind after Chainsaw Monk was digested by Green Teeth.
The mechanical structure that was implanted inside the body and adhered closely to the bones was entirely cyan. It was actually mixed with a large amount of lapis lazuli when it was cast, and even the face had a layer of distorted fine mesh.
This is a unique technology of the Chainsaw Monks. After separating from the order, this monastic order changed hands and became the largest arms dealer in the entire world. What he is best at is human body modification. He implants this kind of steel mechanical device into the human body to transform the fragile human body into an indestructible berserker.
Coupled with the Sighing Sword, which is specially designed to break defenses, it is simply a musician killer. Although it is not as powerful as the Gospel Armor in terms of rank, it is still a very excellent technology!
I'm afraid the Council spent a lot of money hiring this chain saw monk to do their dirty work. What did the bitch brother say
Although this skeleton is far inferior to the technology of the Evangelion Armor, after modifying it, repairing it, and removing some components, it will be no problem to fit it into the "Dungeon Gentleman", right? !
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh when he imagined the destructive power of the chain saw monks who could tear down walls like paper.
"Although I didn't expect the professor to work so hard, I won't lose this time. I won't lose this time..."
Ye Qingxuan murmured in a low voice, comforting himself-it won't hurt if you force yourself!
In the heavy rain, he jogged while pushing the cart, moving away from the church area little by little. But in the rain, there was a vague figure approaching.
He is a homeless man living in a garbage dump. He should have been wise to protect himself and hide as far away from people he could not afford to offend as possible.
But for some reason, he mustered up the courage to stop Ye Qingxuan.
"Mr. Holmes?"
he asked cautiously.
"It's me." Ye Qingxuan frowned.
"Someone wants to see you."
The tramp was stung by his eyes, took a step back involuntarily, and timidly said the name that gave him courage:
"—Shaman."
Ye Qingxuan frowned.
As if receiving some news, soon, a dark carriage came through the rain and stopped next to Ye Qingxuan.
In the carriage, the gray-haired old man opened the door and took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Holmes?" Ghost Hand looked at him.
"Do you know I'm here?" Ye Qingxuan looked at their well-prepared looks.
Guishou smiled and raised his finger to the sky: "The noise was too loud. To be honest, we couldn't even try not to notice it. The shaman said you were here, so we came to find you."
While he was speaking, people were evacuating from alleys throughout the city.
Those guys had their eyes on almost all the access channels nearby. I don’t know how many people were dispatched, but they put every access point under their sight without any strategy.
This can only be said to be a method that can only be played successfully if there are many people, right
"The shaman's order is that if the professor is found, he will be kept here." Ghost Hand said, "If Sherlock Holmes is found, he will be invited back."
"please?"
When Ye Qingxuan heard this word, he raised his eyebrows subtly: "It sounds like I still have a choice?"
"It's 'please'."
Guishou repeated it, pointing behind him with a smile: "If it's inconvenient, please do it yourself, we will never force it."
"Oh, then I won't go."
Ye Qingxuan started laughing, pulled the cart and took two steps back, waving goodbye: "Everyone, let's call it a day. There's no need to send it off. I'll get out of the way first. The green mountains will not change and the green water will flow forever. We will have..."
"—He said, the old ghost will be waiting for you there."
Guishou interrupted him and looked serious.
Ye Qingxuan was silent.
After a long time, he sighed softly: "Can you look after this cart for me? It's not easy to put together such a set of things. Don't let the rag pickers sneak away for me."
The ghost hand waved, and two strong men came over, picked up the cart and the things on it, and put them into the carriage.
"please."
Guishou got out of the car and opened the door for Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan looked back at him, took off his deerstalker hat, bent down and walked into the carriage: "Where is the shaman?"
"A place you know well."
The ghost hand closed the car door and said, "221B Baker Street."