"Quiet, quiet, no one can see you..."
Ye Qingxuan murmured in a low voice, lying on the ground with his head in his hands, and crawled forward cautiously.
Burdened with the dual effects of "flow" and "haze" at the same time, and having to perform precise operations, his face was almost blue from suffocation.
After running around a corner and making sure no one noticed him, Ye Qingxuan instantly collapsed to the ground.
"Flow" and "hazy" were released at the same time, and sweat seeped out from under the clothes like a faucet, leaving a wet human mark on the spot instantly.
On the ground, he looked at the big pumpkin he had forgotten in his arms, and threw it to the corner in confusion and annoyance:
"What on earth is going on!"
In broad daylight, the world is clear. If you go out on the street to buy a marble and buy some groceries, you will be chased and chopped down by a large group of people! Return the treasure? What a ghost treasure!
Ye Qingxuan touched all over his body, and the most valuable thing was a cowhide wallet! You can buy this wallet on the street corner for dozens of dollars... What are they trying to do? ! What are you picturing? !
After thinking for a long time, Ye Qingxuan thought that he had a headache and could only attribute it to the fact that these guys were mentally disturbed...
"It's really unlucky."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and got up from the ground. He no longer planned to buy marbles, he just wanted to return to the academy as soon as possible. Why do I encounter such strange things every time I leave the academy? !
As soon as I got up, I felt a blast of wind above my head. He immediately felt his scalp numb and rolled on the spot without thinking, when he heard a bang behind him!
The stone slabs on the ground cracked under the slashes of the flame-shaped sword.
"You really, really ran out!"
Werner, who was covered in blood, gasped, his eyes widened under his horned helmet, and he stared at Ye Qingxuan with ecstasy: "It's my luck...Hurry up and hand over the treasure!"
"Baby, you big-headed ghost!"
Ye Qingxuan flew up and kicked the pumpkin under his feet towards Werner, but saw Werner raise his flaming sword and sweep it across! The pumpkin was chopped into pieces in the air, easily.
Juice and fragments burst out, and Ye Qingxuan felt cold at the base of his neck.
The flame-shaped sword, a heavy sword that requires a handle on the blade, is itself a type of heavy weapon. Most of its power to cut people is not actually the blade, but its own weight.
Only Werner, who is considered to have extraordinary strength among the Asgardians, can use it so smoothly. Once used, it is like a big windmill, slashing with sword after sword, leaving sword marks all over the ground.
Ye Qingxuan staggered back, but was closely pursued by Werner.
He was originally a short man, but now his steps were so fast that people couldn't see clearly.
This kind of swordsmanship that opens and closes is extremely focused on one's own stability. In addition to rock-solid footwork, it also needs to be matched with that kind of swift footwork.
Just look at the staggered steps of his steps, and his short body protrudes forward several feet as if translating.
The sword struck down on the head!
Ye Qingxuan jumped back decisively at the last moment, feeling the blade of the flame-shaped sword fly past his forehead, cutting off two of his hairs.
Werner raised his heavy sword and smiled ferociously: "Since you are so stubborn, I will search it from your corpse!"
"What dead fish roe? It's a dead duck!"
In panic, Ye Qingxuan subconsciously retorted: "I look down on you the most, you bunch of mixed-race people, you have no culture at all!"
Werner was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and then turned purple with anger: "You are looking for death!"
After saying that, the heavy sword struck at him for free, and the danger was everywhere.
"Hey, hey, we have something to discuss! Don't be angry, okay?!"
Ye Qingxuan was about to cry but had no tears: "How about this, I'll teach you grammar, can you let me go?"
"dream!"
Warner sneered: "Now the entire downtown gang wants your life! If you want us to let you go, then the grammar cram school you open must be big enough."
"What are you planning on?"
Ye Qingxuan was angry: "I'm just one person. You guys can't even divide me with one knife, okay?! What are the benefits of hacking me to death? If you are right, I'll chop him down, okay?"
"Pretend to be stupid! The treasure that enters the Shadow of Avalon is on your body, isn't it?"
"Do you think I have some kind of treasure on me?"
"No matter what, let's kill him first! Then hide if you dare!"
Werner smiled ferociously and struck down his head with the flaming sword. Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, feeling the mania and anger he had not seen for a long time.
"You guys, what's wrong with your brains? You can't understand people! Can't you understand people?! Every day you think about killing people, killing people, killing people, won't your mother be sad if she knows! "
In anger, he intensified the "flow" effect on his body to the maximum.
This time, he did not dodge, but took two steps forward. He squeezed into Werner's arms while wiping the severed heavy sword, and suddenly reached out and punched him on the only nose exposed outside the helmet!
Bang!
The fist hit the horned helmet, and Werner screamed in pain. The flame-shaped sword came out of his hand, and he couldn't help but want to cover his nose with his hand. But Ye Qingxuan would not let him have an easy time. He kicked him on the turtle shell, pushed him to the ground, and then angrily punched his nose with his fists until the bridge of his nose made a cracking sound. The voice, hands dripping with blood, stopped.
Furious, Warner ignored the wound and suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and pierced Ye Qingxuan's arm. When Ye Qingxuan saw him draw his sword, he quickly retreated, but another cut was made on his arm that had not healed from the old injury.
Nothing damn good has happened since arriving in Avalon!
In Ye Qingxuan's rage, he chanted the basic syllables quickly—accelerated chanting!
According to the interpretation method Abraham taught him, he directly omitted half of the syllables, but a real chill enveloped his hands as he pressed them down with his palms!
This was the note Edmund used to hit him last time - Frost Festival!
When this hand is pressed down and falls on his face, the ether in it will explode completely, freezing his eyeballs and half of his brain into ice lumps.
But at the last moment, Ye Qingxuan hesitated, moved his hand down an inch, and pressed it on his hand.
Werner cried out in pain, his arm suddenly became numb and he could no longer feel the existence of his palm.
"Don't move!" Ye Qingxuan clenched his fist and pointed it at his palm: "Otherwise, if I punch you, your right hand will be broken! If you don't move, go back to the church and find a chant musician, who can cure it. good… "
"Hehe, it was a mistake... I was defeated by a kid who didn't even dare to kill someone."
Warner was on the ground, laughing at himself, with a ferocious smile on his bloody face: "Do you think it's useful to let me go? Spare my life and I will let you go? Don't be naive... Now the entire Lower City has Everyone wants your life!”
"I am innocent!" Ye Qingxuan roared.
Warner sneered, "Can't innocent people die?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
"I have heard what you said countless times. Those who were unwilling to pay, those who broke the rules, those whose lives were bought... They all said a lot of nice things before they died, but they were nice. You can't help them. Where do you think this is? This is Avalon!"
Warner opened his mouth, licked his own blood, and laughed loudly: "As long as that thing is still on you for a day, you will never be able to escape."
"You crazy people."
Ye Qingxuan punched him in the face and got up from the ground. The voice shouting for death in the distance had already entered, and he didn't want to waste any more time on this lunatic.
But behind him, Warner, with one hand frozen, looked at his back and sneered. His left hand silently pulled out a short throwing knife from his boot, and aimed the green flying knife at the young man's back.
Poison quenching is not something only Tianzhu people can do.
But at this moment, a roar came from a distance.
Werner was stunned, and then he felt the world go dark, and the wall next to him suddenly collapsed. He had no time to scream, and was buried by the wall that suddenly collapsed.
The loud noise startled Ye Qingxuan. When he looked back, he only saw blood red. There is also a blood-red monster...
Just behind the collapsed wall, the entire road was covered with mutilated corpses.
The body was covered in wreckage, with numerous broken arms and legs.
Just above the collapsed bricks, there was a violent figure stained crimson with blood - the Flesh Butcher!
He seemed to be following the boy's breath, causing pure carnage along the way and dyeing the road red.
To this day, there are still a few fragmentary paintings hanging on his blood-soaked apron.
He was holding a bone saw in his right hand, and now there were gaps all over the saw... Ye Qingxuan didn't want to know what had left those gaps. On the left hand, there is a complete head.
It was like it was pulled out of someone's body at random, with half of the spine still attached.
…
In the silence, he threw his head on the ground and let out a hoarse roar!
Immediately afterwards, a faint chant suddenly sounded in the air, like a strange ghost screaming. On his upper arms, the high arched muscles were beating like a heart, lighting up a faint note.
Those notes flickered on and off, attracting a massive amount of ether to gather in, burrowing into his body from the limbs and bones, turning it into a pure monster!
As a result, the heart became a drum, the sound of blood flowing became chanting, the screams in the void became the beat, and the sound of breathing also gathered in the chorus created by the limbs and bones, turning into a crazy chorus:
"God, please show me mercy. I kneel down in the river of my soul, trying to wash away the filth! God, please give me salvation. The curse has reached my waist. Can you hear my plea? God, please give me salvation. , please give me grace, the blood has covered my neck, I whine for relief... "
Countless blood surged, turning into vaguely ferocious faces. In response to the singing, they cheered like children: "La la la! La la la! La la la la! Praise that god, please take me back to heaven!!" "
…
"What kind of monster is this...?"
Ye Qingxuan murmured, staggering back in disbelief, feeling a bit creepy.
—This guy actually turned himself into alchemy equipment and had an entire musical score tattooed on his body!
Only a body that is so strong as to be inhuman can bear the consumption of a musical score with its body. The transformation that the Ghost Mother had implanted with a large number of artificial organs was simply incomparable to him.
Now, the ether is flowing in his blood, turning into a force more violent than blood and hotter than fire, causing him to transform from a human body into such a tragic appearance.
He is not a monster, but his crazy killing intention makes him become more terrifying and pure than a monster... a killing machine!
In the midst of this crazy and cruel singing, the butcher raised his head and stared at the young man with his blood-red eyes through his mask.
Bonesaw, raised high.
It's hunting time, have you prayed