Five o'clock in the ugly, the front yard of the Hakurei Shrine. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two sides of the duel stood still on the bluestone paved road leading to the shrine, looking at each other in silence. The distance between the two of them was ten paces, just enough to be able to see each other's expressions clearly, and to shorten the distance to zero in a single acceleration.

Kazuhiko Fujii stood in front of the gate of the shrine, looking at the two monsters from a distance, trembling and not daring to make a sound. He could see two sharp lines of sight pierce the murky night and fall on his opponent. Where the lines of sight meet, if there are blades facing each other, if you hold your breath, you can hear the crisp sound of metal colliding.

In front of Nalan Hao, there seemed to be an elegant, but sharp Western sword, which was testing the opponent's death hole between the virtual and the real, and once he made a shot, only one blow was enough to kill.

In front of the masked man, Radu III, stood a scimitar designed for slashing, without strategy and etiquette, and its raison d'être was to cause harm, to cut and dismember its opponents.

Long before the actual blade was unsheathed, the battle between the two began. Even from a long distance, Kazuhiko can really feel that the invisible but actual pressure from the two of them is like the teeth of a tiger and the claws of an eagle.

The person who broke this suffocating dead silence was Nalan Twilight, who stood at the bottom of the torii.

"Huh. ”

He laughed and glanced up at the "Hakurei" plaque hanging from the torii. Then, unexpectedly, he turned away, exposing his back to the enemy's nose.

"The scenery here is really good!" Nalan sighed with his hands in his pockets and looking into the distance.

The stone steps climbed up from the foot of the mountain like a white snake, and when they reached the bottom of his feet, they stopped. Follow the tail of the white snake and look forward, and you can see the war-torn people, the misty enchanted forest, and the mountain of monsters that leads to the zenith.

"You said that this witch detains and searches on weekdays, but she lives in a first-line villa with a mountain view. He smiled and said, "Oh, you can still see the Red Devil Pavilion from here!"

"Red Devil Pavilion, do you know the Red Devil Pavilion, Brother Radu III?" Nalan Yu didn't look back at the other party's reaction, just said to himself, "It's your family's ancestral mansion, but after 'that night', it no longer belongs to you." ”

"Your brother and they are buried under that house," he said, turning his head and smiling at Radu III, "if you have time, you can go and sweep their graves." ”

All that responded to him was an ivory staff that pierced his eyes.

"Eh, it's dangerous!"

Nalan turned his body away and avoided the blow by only a fraction of a second. Then, a dark red light flashed, and the ivory staff shattered into three pieces and fell to the ground in a "ping-pong" manner. In the hands of Radu III, all that remained was a handle with a smooth incision like a mirror.

"I haven't lost a sword game. ”

On top of Nalan Twilight's raised arm, there was a crimson blood blade. The torrent of blood rippled on the edge of the scimitar like the jagged teeth of a chainsaw.

Radu III failed to strike, but was disarmed, and seeing the staff and sword that had accompanied him for many years being slashed with a single sword, his heart ached, but he also knew that he was in a bad situation. He shook off the handle of the staff in his hand very decisively, and was about to retreat, but Nalan Twilight was already a step forward and forced him forward.

"I have no reason to lose more than my fists. ”

Nalan grinned and slammed a punch into Radu III's face with speed and precision, shattering the iconic white mask. Radu III, who received this punch head-on, felt as if he had been hit by a large truck traveling at 70 kilometers per hour, and the whole person got off the ground and flew backwards.

This guy bounced twice on the ground, rolled several times, flew all the way over the distance of half a yard, and finally smashed the money box of Hakurei Shrine with a "bang", which can be regarded as braking the car. With such a straight punch with no technical content, Radu III broke his head and almost lost half his life. Now he has long lost his aristocratic temperament, not to mention that his mask is broken, and the clothes on his body are also scratched by the uneven stone slabs, which is not like a dress, but like a beggar's torn cotton jacket.

"Babble!"

Kazuhiko Fujii just glanced at Radu III, who was lying in the fragments of the cash box, and immediately screamed. This kid was like seeing a ghost, his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his legs were weak and he sat down on the ground, unable to even use the strength to escape.

Radu III shook his head and staggered to his feet, and pieces of wood slipped from him and fell to the ground with a "crackle". His face had taken the punch just now, and now it was bleeding and miserable. However, what really scared Kazuhiko was not the blood, but the face itself.

This face, strictly speaking, can no longer be counted as a "one" face, it is a broken skin bag made up of dozens of human face fragments, with obvious stitching marks on it. This "face" is simply a living abstract painting of Picasso: the eyes are not on the same plane, the lips are crooked, and the nose is missing a large piece, which looks weird, a little oozing, and fucking moving.

"Aha, hahahaha......"

The first time Nalan saw the broken face, he burst out laughing.

"A masterpiece, really a masterpiece!" he forced a smile, clapped his hands vigorously, and said sarcastically, "You wanted to up with your life at that time, but you were the only one who was blown up, you really did it yourself!"

"You...... Drink cough cough cough cough ......"

Radu III wanted to say something, but all that came out of his mouth that was slanted upwards at a forty-five degree angle was blood foam.

"If you still want to say something," Nalan said, stepping forward, "you can go to hell and talk to your brothers and sisters." ”

He flicked the bloody blade on his arm twice and strode up, but when he was halfway through the courtyard, he suddenly stopped, froze in place, and did not move. When the forefoot of that last step stepped on the ground, Nalan seemed to hear the faint sound of glass breaking.

Then his legs and feet stopped listening.

"Well, what's the new trick here?"

Although his mouth was full of indifference, although his expression was still relaxed, his heart, like his legs, gradually froze.

Yes, it's frozen, and it's the kind in the physical sense.

His feet were completely unconscious as soon as they hit the ground, and it wasn't until the bone-eating cold crept up his thighs that he finally felt a little cold. A cold front was rushing up from under his feet, slow, but unstoppable. The coagulated blood shackled him in his body, and if he continued, he would soon become a living ice sculpture.

Lowering his head, Nalan Hao clearly saw that at his feet, there were large shards of crystal sapphire scattered around. Strange, with his eyesight, how could he see through a gem lying in the middle of the road, unless ......

"I have to admit, Nalan Twilight ......"

By this time, Radu III had finally cleared his throat and heard him say this:

"Every time I fight you, I realize more deeply how powerful you are. You have ninety-nine strengths and a weakness that is not so fatal, compared to you, I probably have only one strength, and it doesn't play a role, but there are ninety-nine shortcomings, and none of them can make up for it. ”

"But now, my only advantage is your only weakness. The balance of victory has finally tipped to my side!"

As he spoke, he laughed, very twisted. Of course, it's no wonder that he is, after all, his appearance, no matter whether he is happy or sad, will always be ugly and hideous on his face.

"Do you know, Nalan Twilight, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day, five hundred years, five hundred years!" he roared, "for five hundred years, every day and night, your face has been imprinted in my mind, lingering. When I'm awake, when I'm asleep, when I'm killing, when I'm eating, all that comes to mind is you, it's all you!"

"I'm going to kill you, tear this face apart with my own hands, and make it disappear forever!"

"Tearing it to pieces like your own face......? cough cough cough ......"

Nalan laughed dryly, then coughed violently. The cold ran down his veins and into his throat, and every word he said was as difficult as if it would kill him.

"You can still laugh, do you know why?" said Radu III, "because you gave up your magical talents." ”

"You don't know magic, so you can't see what's hidden in this courtyard, not even the traps under your feet. ”

As his words fell, red dots of light began to flicker in the courtyard. From one o'clock to ten o'clock to one hundred o'clock, when Nalan Hui came back to his senses, he was already surrounded by dense rubies.

On the ground, on the branches, in the air...... These hexagonal rubies were almost everywhere, each aimed at Nalan Twilight with its sharp tip, like hundreds of arrows ready to strike, just waiting for a command.

"You can't do magic, and I will. Radu III said, snapping his fingers, "Remember, Nalan Twilight, this is the cause of your death." ”

In an instant, all the rubies flew towards Nalan Twilight, who was frozen in place, and cracked on his body. Flames erupted from the shattered gems and turned into a fiery tsunami that burned everything.