"Is that number five?" Qianzhou narrowed his eyes and looked at the comer.

Number Five was still wearing a thick cloak, and it was pitch black under the hood that he couldn't see his facial features, only a pair of scarlet eyes flashed with a cold light, like two clusters of ghost fires lit in the night.

Number Five staggered, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a child who had just learned to walk. The shadow beneath him seemed to come to life, bending and twisting, sometimes spreading, sometimes shrinking, like a puddle of ink.

If before Five had come across as a cold and dangerous assassin, now he was more like something in human skin.

Five walked over to the two of them and stopped, looking up slightly—a simple gesture that felt extremely laborious.

"One, meet again. Number 5 spoke, and the sound was like soaking in an oil drum for three days and three nights, sticky and slippery.

Number One didn't answer, just held the scimitar in front of him.

"Hey, hey. With a strange smile of unknown meaning, Five rushed forward and slashed at One's front door with his palm.

Number One immediately met him with a scimitar.

Instead of being severed as everyone thinks, Five's hand was holding One's Incimitar firmly - but was it really a hand?

It is not the normal color of ordinary people, but between solid and liquid, like viscous black asphalt, and you can vaguely see the original appearance of the palm.

As if he didn't feel pain, No. 5 leaned forward and vigorously waved his two alienated arms, forcing No. 1 to retreat again and again.

It's hard to imagine that the skinny number five actually has the upper hand in power.

The scimitar in One's hand kept colliding with Five, making a dull sound. Essentia-filled blood rushed through the veins, No. 1's skin gradually turned red, and the beast with the tattoos on its chest became more and more hideous, as if it was about to pounce at any moment!

A knife blocked the mad dog-like Five, and the First raised the scimitar high. The hot essentia adhered to it, and the hideous beast in the purple light raised its long scorpion-like tail behind it.

Then the long tail fell heavily, cutting a narrow purple sword!

Inst's Scimitar Scorpiontail!

"Tonight's main character is me. Five made a frantic noise.

In the face of this swift knife, Five's right foot stomped hard. Black mud suddenly surged up on the bluestone pavement - it was not mud, it was a shadow on the ground like a wave!

The viscous shadow swelled several feet high like the tide of the sea, and sandwiched towards the scimitar from the left and right sides.

The blade slashed the shadow open, but the shadow stuck to the scimitar, tearing out black threads like a spider's web.

A large amount of essentia converges here, antagonizing each other, and the force of the bloom constantly squeezes the air outward, making a "squeak" sound.

"What's going on?" something was wrong, Jiang Qinghan also walked out of the hiding place and came to Qianzhou's side.

"I don't know, but the state of the fifth is definitely not normal. Qianzhou frowned and looked at the two who were fighting. Even from a considerable distance, Qianzhou could feel the violent collision of the two essentia. Occasionally, the residual power will be leaked to this side, and the dragon scale clothes will hit the "bell". The intensity in the center of the battlefield can be imagined.

Qianzhou was glad that he had evacuated the surrounding residents in advance, otherwise he would not know how many deaths and injuries would be caused by the aftermath alone.

"Five's anomaly doesn't come from the outside, but from his transcendent staircase itself. After observing for a while, Jiang Qinghan, who was from an orthodox background, made a judgment.

As the battle with One intensifies, Five's power seems to be growing even further. The fluctuation of essentia on the body has become more and more vigorous, from the initial parity, to the current No. 1 parry.

Even more sinister was the shadow under Five, which became more and more agitated as the battle progressed, like a living creature.

Rather than saying that No. 5 is growing, it is better to use metamorphosis. Something new is being born in the old shell, and it could burst out at any moment!

Whatever that was, Chishu was sure it wouldn't be a good thing.

"Five's state is not right, we can't let them fight like this. You go and restrain One, and I'll give you Number Five. Qianzhou made a decision immediately.

Taking advantage of the gap between the battle between No. 1 and No. 5, Jiang Qinghan had already summoned the new moon and inserted it into it.

The elegant girl carried a snow-white long sword, and looked at No. 1 with a cold light in her eyes: "Is the injury on his body made by you with this knife?"

In an instant, a bone-chilling chill crept up on One's back.

............

On the other side, seeing Jiang Qinghan appear, No. 5's reaction was even more intense than seeing No. 1, but Qianzhou stopped in front of him first.

At this time, the alienation of No. 5's hands is even more exaggerated. The entire arm turned into a flowing shadow, like two long tentacles.

"Why are my opponents all such strange things?" Qianzhou complained to himself, "Or I'll write martial arts in the future, how good is the artistic conception of 'peach and plum spring breeze with a glass of wine, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes'." ”

No. 5 didn't wait for Qianzhou to sigh, and took strange steps as if walking and slipping, almost in an instant, he arrived in front of Qianzhou.

"That's it?" Qianzhou raised an eyebrow, and silver flames climbed up the shattered black blade.

The next moment, like the Milky Way pouring in, countless fine silver swords fell from Qianzhou's hands, converging and undulating, stretching into a sea, illuminating the dark night.

It should be the immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds!

The sword dissipated, and Five's heavy cloak was shattered, revealing a disgusting and horrible appearance beneath it.

Five was completely devoid of a human head, like a child who had randomly kneaded a ball out of black clay and attached it to it. Two scarlet eyes dot the room, like the evil horror monsters of myths and legends everywhere.

Looking at such an evil appearance, Qianzhou was a little sick to his stomach for a while.

"It's ugly. "This absurd drama has been staged so far, Qianzhou has seen enough of the viciousness in it, and there is a bit of anger and sadness in his eyes," I wrote the saddest tragedy, which was full of shameless laughter. (Note 1)

Note 1: This sentence was first written by Mr. Lao She.

The original words were, "I want to write the saddest tragedy, full of shameless laughter." ”

Tragedy is mostly a critique of reality, which is what the writer pursues. Many of Mr. Lao She's works also reflect this.

Influenced by these ancestors, Chishu conceived of this world that leaned towards tragedy. But what he wanted to write was a heartwarming story. Especially when the world is real, such tragedies and shameless laughter reveal the ugliness and bloodiness of human nature1.

Such an ugly repertoire disgusted him, that's why he said that.