Pagani roared and slammed into the alleyway ahead, which was infested with countless undead, and Luo Fan unbuckled his seat belt in the speeding car, his hands off the steering wheel and his feet on the saddle leaning back, his whole body floating in the air like a swallow, trillions of raindrops reflected in his eyes.

The runaway sports car rushed into the alleyway like a heavy cannonball out of its load, followed by a dense metal crash, and the undead had no room to hide in the extremely narrow aisle, and the force of the impact tore their bodies apart, and they howled and were smashed to pieces along with their armor.

The undead's extremely old body had long been weakened by the corrosion of time, and at the moment it was reduced to pieces, its body erupted with blazing blue flames, which were particularly dazzling in the rainstorm, like burning stars.

At the same time, Lofan was briefly suspended in mid-air, pulling out two long knives behind his back, crossing the scabbards behind his back before unbuckling his seat belt. The blade of the knife drew a cold arc in the rain, like a crescent moon volleying in the sky.

He landed smoothly, gracefully as if he had completed the final steps of the dance. The two knives were clenched in his hands, he was wearing a Dao Alliance uniform, a black trench coat with smooth lines like rain threads clinging to his body, a pattern of a yin and yang fish was stamped on his right chest, and the dark gold silk fabric pattern extending from the collar was hot and dazzling.

The Daomeng uniform is a special uniform that exorcists only wear when they are on important missions, just like a man who wears a tailor-made suit when attending an important meeting, in the face of such a grand battle, of course he has to attend in formal attire!

Luo Fan walked slowly forward with his sword, his steps slow and graceful, his back solemn and arrogant, like a believer carrying a cross, and like a messenger of judgment and darkness.

The exorcist's most sacred and glorious moment was this, with the corpses of the undead and fragments of armor scattered all over the ground at his feet, and the supreme ruler of the underworld in front of him, the king, with no companions behind him. This is the fate of the exorcist, even if the door to hell is opened, you will have to move forward alone with a sword.

The out-of-control Pagani sports car has lost its speed after smashing countless undead as it continues to smash into an undead number of undead, and it has lost the horsepower provided by its engine, and is only dragging forward by inertia. The roar of the undead is somewhere between anger and fear, and it's hard to imagine that these monsters can also have emotions, perhaps that emotions are just instinctive, just like a monster can feel jealous when facing another monster stronger than it.

The tires of the sports car burst into bright flames in the friction of extreme speed, and it approached like a backfire meteor.

Luo Fan suddenly ran, the yang blood was activated unreservedly in his body, and at that moment his muscle groups rolled silently under the tight uniform, they were shaped and strengthened layer by layer, solid as a rock. The power to shred through steel was infused from his arm to the tip of his sword, and he swung his twin blades, the blades spinning into a transparent cyclone that was enough to cut through the air with a raised hand.

The king will stand quietly at the end of the alleyway, like a stone statue solidified in the rain, and the black wind flutters like a banner in the wind. It's hard to believe that there is such an existence in the world, he is far more noble than all the emperors of ancient times, just looking at it from a distance makes people feel awe, and people have to kneel down and cry and beg him for mercy.

But he played the role of death in this world, and his unwavering gaze was neither sad nor joyful, silently watching the sports car crashing into him, like a bystander who stayed out of the matter.

Pagani slammed into him, and the king raised his foot sharply, as if the timing had been calculated, and the two forces in different directions collided in a very short time, and the dust that rose blocked everyone's view.

When the dust cleared quickly in the rain, Luo Fan finally saw clearly, the white airbags in the front seat of the sports car all popped out, the front cover of the car was violently deformed, and Pagani still whimpered and turned off the fire under the interception of the king.

The out-of-control Pagani was completely an angry bull, but the king general suppressed the bull who had lost his mind.

Luo Fan swung his knife while running, and the double knives drew an unusually clear white arc in the rain, and the next moment the sound of the blade crushing bones was faintly heard in the air, and the undead were directly cut into two pieces under such a fierce attack.

The leader of the king seemed to convey his will to all the undead, because almost at the same moment, Luo Fan was surrounded by a torrent of undead, their bodies approaching him strangely like snakes, as if performing some kind of ancient sacrifice, and the barbarians with swords and axes used their actions to tell him the lost history.

A talisman quietly floated out of Lofan's elbow, its trajectory clear in the rain, and it glowed a warm orange glow as if it were matching its user.

Luo Fan swung his knife in a cross shape, and the spirit rune was cut down in the air, and scattered miserably like a falling leaf in the autumn sun. Its full value had been captured by the Spirit Sword, and the next moment the twin blades were ignited by flames from top to bottom, and even the most violent rainstorm could not extinguish them.

The Spirit Knife and the Owl Head are perfectly integrated.

The Spirit Knife is crimson, perfectly blended.

Even in the North City Branch, there are still a few exorcists like Luo Fan who can master the Twin Blade Stream, and among his peers, he is the peak sword master of the younger generation of exorcists, and the ceiling of combat strength.

But in fact, only a few people in the entire branch knew that Luo Fan's real skill was not actually a long sword, but a straight sword similar to that of a Western knight, and he once used a wooden sword to respond to the challenge of an exorcist of his generation. The duel lasted only six seconds, and it took five seconds for both sides to get close to each other. Luo Fan's lightning-sharp blow stabbed his opponent's lower ribs, directly disintegrating all of his combat power.

Some people say that Luo Fan's figure is simply integrated with the blade when fighting with a knife, no one can see how he swings the knife, and the trajectory of the blade swing turns into a transparent afterimage in the air, and it is impossible to judge where it will come from, so it is impossible to defend, so he is invincible.

In the roar of the undead, Luo Fan turned into a god of war, the hand holding the knife jumped violently, the blades were staggered, and the knife was swirling, and the sword light gradually merged into one, forming a transparent air flow. He was like a delphinium in the rain, his long trench coat flashing in the darkness, his body without a single superfluous line, and the body of the undead exploded in the light of the sword, and the shattered armor flew away.

The flame-hardened blade is bright and red, giving people a sharpness like clay, and in fact, it is, the power and explosiveness of Luo Fan who activates yang blood far surpasses that of today's best boxers, and the kinetic energy generated by swinging the knife with all his strength is enough to cut off the head of a rhinoceros.

The flames spread in an arc as they moved at high speed, and the surging fire covered the long knife, and the temperature on the surface of the blade was comparable to that of the flame center. Luo Fan's swing was flawless, and the undead were usually hit by him before he could raise their weapons, and the weakest part of the armor was easily cut off by the blade, and the cut was red.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Fan had broken through layer after layer of encirclement, and although those undead had a terrifying appearance, they were obviously not enough to deter an extremely experienced exorcist, and in the face of strong fighting skills and psychological advantages, they were only clumsy, heavy, and very fragile knife targets.

Luo Fan fought his way out of the encirclement in the shortest possible time, and he had to conserve his strength as much as he could, and no one dared to imagine how tragic the fate would be if he fell to this group of undead. He also doesn't have the extra energy to think, and his goal is only the king general.

The number of undead around them grew, and they crawled out of the crumbling space, their expressions furious, and the blue flames continued to ooze from the cracks in their armor. Luo Fan's figure quickly broke through the encirclement and approached the king general, and stepped on Pagani's body and soared into the air.

He fell from a great height and erupted into a lion-like roar, his twin blades staggering in the air, his blades sharp.

The figure of the king general was extremely hideous at that moment, and he slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Fan who was attacking him.

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The black Porsche sped through the rain, the rain splashed and the reflection of the entire city blurred on the windshield.

"Well, can you explain to me what happened now?" Claire, who was in charge of driving, glanced at the rattlesnake beside him, his face grim, like a silent distant mountain.

"Don't you see?" the rattlesnake didn't turn, "and the beast escaped its cage." ”

"So he's dead?" Claire seemed a little incredulous, "Our Wake Man is dead?"

"As a guardian, Ming is indeed dead, but as a general, he has just woken up. Rattlesnake sighed silently, "Anyway, we've lost the enchantment, and once the king is resurrected in a certain city, the exorcists will definitely detect the ability fluctuations here, and they will send someone to finish the king as quickly as possible." ”

"Yes...... And before that?" Claire asked after a moment's hesitation.

Rattlesnake turned his head to look at him for the first time, "No one knows how many years these monsters have been in captivity, if you have been imprisoned for hundreds or thousands of years, what will you do the moment you are released?"

Claire shrugged, "I'm probably going to yell like the Hulk and smash everything I see." ”

"It's worse than that, Claire. There was a flash of compassion in the rattlesnake's eyes, which was immediately replaced by calm. "Their anger will ignite the whole city. ”

The rattlesnake braced its head on its arms as if it was tired, as if it wanted to take a nap. But the next moment his body suddenly stopped, because he saw a puppet in an inconspicuous place.

A very strange hug, like a bear and a rabbit.

"Parking. Rattlesnake said suddenly.

"What?" Claire froze.

"I said stop!" he whispered.

The next moment, the black Porsche slowed down and braked sharply.

"What's wrong again?" Claire frowned.

Rattlesnake reached out and picked up the doll lying in the corner of the window, "How did this end up in your car?"

Claire's face changed slightly when she saw the doll, "This ......"

The rattlesnake's eyes instantly became cold, "You brought the antelope." ”

"Well, I'll admit, I brought Antelope all the way from the hospital to her brother. Claire shrugged her shoulders as if she threw herself in, "I made it my own mind, I wanted the Guardian to cut off the idea of running away from the bottom of my heart, so I said to the little girl, hey, look at that man, it's your brother, and now he's about to be hit by that car." He sighed bitterly, "And then, as you can see, the little girl ran to her brother crying—"

His words were suddenly interrupted stiffly, and the rattlesnake raised its hand and grabbed his neck without warning, with great force, and the green tendons on his back faintly floated.

"And then you shoot her, and then you kill her!" Rattlesnake's voice trembled slightly with anger: "In front of her brother!"

The rattlesnake's unpreparedness caused Claire to choke on her saliva, and he coughed violently, his hands in surrender.

“…… I admit I messed everything up...... But I'm here for your good...... Hell knows that damn enchanted thing will show up where it shouldn't be!"

The rattlesnake let go of her hand, and Claire breathed desperately for air, her face flushed from the lack of oxygen.

"For my own good, but how do you know that the Guardian will run away?"

Claire glanced down at him, "Just in case, that little girl is a disaster after all, as long as she is still in this world, the Guardian will not be able to be controlled by us honestly." ”

Rattlesnake snorted coldly, "Your Chinese has grown a lot over the years, but you actually killed people for this stupid reason?"

"Murder?" Claire smiled coldly, "If it weren't for the transfusion device we provided, that little girl would have died a long time ago, and her life was given by us! Besides, do you think of yourself as a good law-abiding citizen? We are bad people, and bad people are to do whatever it takes, no matter the cost!"

The rattlesnake's expression froze slightly.

"Do you know what the principle I have always adhered to?" Claire pulled out a miniature ram gun out of nowhere and threw it at the steering wheel, "this is my principle, violence is our principle!"

The rattlesnake was shocked, "Where did you get the gun?"

"And even more unexpectedly, guess what I put in the magazine?" Claire unloaded the magazine from the handle and squeezed it in her hand, "full of special bullets, under which exorcists are no different from ordinary people! My plan was originally flawless, after killing the antelope, I would use this gun to deal with the exorcists, and then I would tell the Guardian that his sister had died of accidental wounds, and no one would know who had killed her." ”

"I admit that the worst has happened irreparably, but you tried to strangle me because of a dying man. Claire's chest rose and fell, and he chattered at the rattlesnake, "Then you do it, let me see how maverick you are?"

Rattlesnake looked back silently, knowing that his actions were too unusual, and in fact he rarely became so angry.

He just didn't know what to say at the moment, it was useless to say anything, everything was irretrievable.

An overwhelming sense of exhaustion came over him, and the rattlesnake gently closed its eyes, his face pale and smooth as marble.

Claire thought that Rattlesnake had already made a concession, and of course he was going to give each other a step down. So he patted the other man on the shoulder, "We don't need to hang ourselves on a tree, at least there is an enchantment in our hands now." ”

"You'd better not beat its mind. Rattlesnake said coldly.

Claire smiled and stepped on the accelerator, and the black Porsche began to speed again, blending into the crimson of the highway.