Smack, smack, smack.

The gentle clapping sounded rhythmically after (shēn), and when I looked back at (shēn) in the long night, I saw a strange and graceful figure of a young woman (shēn) who had appeared (shēn) at some point, but she did not take the opportunity to attack, on the contrary, in the woman's (shēn) Below, several skeletons hugged each other and bowed down to form a strange and eerie throne of white bones, and she only sat lazily on it with her hands on her cheeks, and in her hand she held a huge bone scythe made of several human thigh bones and arm bones.

"I have to admit that as a human being, you do have some skills. The skull held the sickle in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly cold, "The skeleton pawn who was cut into ashes by you just now is my proud work, but I didn't expect it to delay for less than ten seconds." ”

"That's all you have to say, don't think about it anymore?" Long Night laughed wildly, only to see its (shēn) form suddenly disappear in place, and in the next second, a sharp sound of metal colliding instantly erupted in front of the skull, only to see that on the white bone throne, several bone blade hands had quickly drilled out between the gaps, and forcibly choked the sudden long night (shēn) shadow, and even directly (bī) it in the next moment Retreat a few bits, and from beginning to end, the woman reclining on the throne did not lift a finger.

"Unfortunately, although a lot of time has been wasted, you are facing my full form at this time. You are destined to die here, because ...... You've stepped into my realm!" A sneer erupted, and the soldier stretched out his slender index finger and twinked towards the shadow (shēn) that was close at hand in the long night.

Break.

At the same time, the long night (shēn) of the original Zheng (yù) once again attacked the spider-like throne The shape suddenly froze, and the unique danger intuition issued a strong alarm at this moment, only to see it suddenly step to forcibly stop his steps, and immediately use his strength to somersault towards the rear, but this emergency dodge did not take effect, only a terrifying sound of bone cracking echoed in the body with pain, and the five fingers of the long night holding the knife twisted and folded in the opposite direction in an instant, and a muffled gritted teeth came out, and he immediately fell to the ground after losing his center of gravity, and the [Muramasa] long knife also slipped down between the injured hands, and was firmly inserted diagonally into the floor.

Some kind of connection was forced to be severed, and the lonely door rose up on the floor (shēn), because the long knife left his hand, and now he had returned to his normal personality again, only to see that he was trying to take the first step to snatch the long knife inserted in the floor, but he heard a sneer in his ears, and the soldier tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the throne, and countless white bone long arms like spider limbs burst out in the throne, and several shadows that turned into bone blades instantly nailed into the left arm of the lonely door that was desperately stretched forward.

"Uh-huh......"

A cry of pain from the heart was forced back into his throat, and Lone Door fell to the floor, trying to pull back the left arm that had been nailed to the floor, only to let more blood flow out from under the arm. At the same time, the soldier who had been sitting firmly on the throne before finally rose up with his scythe, only to see it slowly descending, and the skeletons that formed the one throne also peeled off, and quickly knelt down at its feet for the purpose of steps, and finally, the sharp high heels stepped on the floor with a crisp sound, and the huge scythe was raised high, looking at the lonely door long night on the floor in front of him, the soldier smiled with red lips, and then spoke, "So, what are your last words?

"It seems that I guessed wrong, your ability is not just as simple as bone puppetry. Seeing that no matter how much he struggled, the several bone blades nailed to his arm did not move, and the lonely door rope (xìng) no longer increased his injuries, but turned his head and looked indifferently at the shadow of the scythe held high, "The point of the bone puppet is that it can only control the bones of the dead corpse that are alive (xìng), because the consciousness of the living will conflict with the will of the necromancer, and the slightest mistake will cause the puppet to lose control directly. But you're different, and the skills you have are the ones that are on top of it. ”

Regardless of life or death, you can directly control all objects within your ability that have the concept of bones, regardless of their form, their strength or weakness, and even ...... It can give it a great degree of autonomy.

Who are you?

"That's a bit too long for a last word. In response to the former's questioning, Soldier just sneered, "What [human]? Human, do you think you're still fighting with creatures on the same level as yourself? I'm—"

"Stop, come on, in my life, I've heard countless claims about [higher beings], [beings greater than humans], and the guys who say these things, there are humans, aliens, and other strange things, but they all have one thing in common. ”

The right hand with twisted and broken fingers trembled and was raised, and although he was seriously injured, Lone Gate still made a gesture of middle finger to the shadow of the young woman (shēn) with superhuman will, "What they have in common is that the people who say these words are just a group of little people who get carried away after gaining power, just like the nouveau riche who suddenly fell into the sky, and only by madly attacking other people who were on the same level as themselves can they appear to be so-called [now is not what it used to be] , but essentially...... The fact that they are still cowards has never changed. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a kick from the sharp toe of the high-heeled shoe interrupted Lonedoor's taunt, and the soldier, who originally looked light-hearted, now became like a shrew, even abandoning the scythe, and only trampling on Lonedoor's (shēn) body with the heel of his shoe, "What do you know?! How dare you mock the power of your master? How dare you mock me who has the power of my master?! Do you want to die? I'll kill you!!"

"Soldier, soldier, stop!" Park Jincheng barely held up his body (shēn), and then lost his center of gravity and smashed on the floor, seeing the mad woman stomping on the lonely gate (shēn) like raindrops, he could only stop it with a loud voice.

"Shut up!" The bone blade was spun and pulled out in the arms of the lonely door, and the soldier grabbed the former's throat, and then lifted it directly with a huge force far beyond his own size, looking at the face of the lonely door that had been covered in bruises and blood, the hatred in the soldier's eyes did not diminish in the slightest, and he saw that he threw the thin man high, and then lifted the sickle as a stick, and struck the latter in the waist with all his strength (shēn) Above, a mouthful of blood coughed up heavily, and the lone door flew out in mid-air, and finally smashed a splash of blood-colored human form on the white wall behind the desk, and then fell to the ground without a sound.

"Listen, Master Park. Brushing his disheveled hair back from his forehead, the soldier turned his head and stared at Park Kim Sung with demonic eyes, "I have already learned through the puppet's shared vision just now that they came this time to know the whereabouts of that Johanka from my mouth, and in this case, I can get those two [passes] from them (shēn) , and then go and seize the last piece that Johanka carried, so that, then, everything can be left to me, and the master's will can be better executed, you ...... Agreed?"

"You...... I ......" thoughts were running rapidly, cold sweat slowly oozing out in front of his forehead, under this (qíng) shape, Park Jincheng had already begun to agree with the idea of the soldier in his heart, after all, the most fundamental purpose of this operation was to find the man named Dr. Wu at all costs, and now the lonely door Long Night is dead, and the (qíng) report in his brain can be easily obtained by the bone puppet technique of the soldier, so why not push the boat with the water......

However, without waiting for Park Jincheng to make his final decision, behind the desk, a tenacious voice sounded again.

"So, you're in a group?"

A bloody arm slammed up on the table, and then, in Park Jincheng's mind, the lonely door gritted his teeth and propped up (shēn), and in his arms, the right hand twisted like a twisted flower was holding [Muramasa] tightly in his arms.

"Instead of losing consciousness, did you snatch your weapon back from me on the way to fly?" the Soldier sneered, "If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, I would have wanted to give you a dance." But what can you do when you get it? How do you want to fight with a knife when you have lost both hands?"

"Huh...... Hahahaha!!What if you have both hands gone?"

As if he had heard some joke, Lone Gate looked up to the sky and laughed, and then, he let go of the long knife in his arms and let it fall straight down, but he did not give up his weapon, on the contrary, he saw that his toes were picked, and the village that was about to fall to the ground was directly picked up, Lone Gate jumped up, and then opened his mouth and bit down fiercely on the hilt of the knife! On the desk, Lone Gate held a long knife, and his arms hung down on both sides of the side with blood, only to see him (shēn) Shaped like a hungry wolf, the extreme killing intent that has been tempered is surging in that thin (shēn) shadow!

How can a sword be such an inconvenient thing!

Come on! Second round!

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