Of course he won't sit still! At the moment of the knife, Shen Yun sensed that the killing intent that he had been suppressing before suddenly decreased. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Strike decisively!

The figure blessed by the illusion power flickered like a mayfly passing through a gap, and the blurred figure quickly moved away from the place where the sword qi shrouded.

The sword qi that did not drink the blood of the living let out an unwilling whine that swept the ground, leaving fine cutting marks.

"I've heard that almost all of the students here have abilities, but you seem to be a little different. ”

"It wasn't the calculated reaction that dodged the slash just now, it was instinct. ”

Under a slightly serious gaze, the Divine Cracked Fire Weave erected the unsheathed Seven Heavens and Seven Swords. Gently press your finger on the scabbard.

Worst!

Shen Yun, who understood what this action in front of him meant, suddenly felt trembling all over his body, and every cell seemed to be afraid of the coming of death.

It's 'Seven Flashes'.

A ubiquitous slash with the help of a wire wound around the scabbard. It's a must-kill attack!

A sign that this raging storm is about to sweep in.

At this moment, it was as if time had frozen again.

The world in Shen Yun's eyes seemed to be pressed to pause, and everything turned into a frozen sculpture in this thousandth of a second.

Whether it was the sword qi that came at or the divine crack fire weaving that delivered a killer blow, even the filaments that could see the outline and the face reflected in the eyes were clearly visible.

"Wake up, huh. ”

Just like the extremely short moment when the bullet was fired in front of the school bus, Shen Yun, who had been saved several times, was proud of his ability to think faster. Awaken again at this time of life-and-death crisis.

There was no time to think too much, Shen Yun frantically used his brain to force himself to remember the direction of every wisp of sword qi.

Then, time resumed its flow.

In just half a breath, Shen Yun dodged more than thirty sword qi attacks one after another. He escaped the attack with a few invisible cuts on his cheeks and arms.

"Whew~Whew~"

Shen Yun reluctantly continued to support his body, and in that moment, he reacted several times one after another, seriously overdrawing his physical strength. You can fight again, but you need to adjust your breathing.

But the Divine Crack doesn't give the enemy in front of him a chance to breathe.

"Young man, though you and I haven't told each other our names yet. But you are a respectable opponent. You're the first one who can dodge the blow almost unharmed. ”

"Just let me do my best. As a sign of respect for you. ”

Tuck the knife into the waist and expose the narrow blade to about halfway up the scabbard.

The red lips opened slightly, and a coquettish cry was about to be released.

A dull explosion suddenly sounded!

It was not the sound of the flames surging at the beginning, but the sound of unwillingness and calm.

It was earlier than Shen Yun and Shen Yun who were quick to distinguish the winner from the other.

The Kirin who had been cultivating for many years rushed straight to the red-haired priest's face with a straight fist. After confirming that Steele-Magnus was unconscious, God Split hurried to clear up the mess.

Shen Yun was also able to breathe a sigh of relief.

God is torn by fire, and there are only less than 20 "God's chosen people" in the world—saints.

With the Divine Power lodged, they can not only easily cross the boundaries of their abilities for mortals and gain great power, but they will even have the destruction of the sixth order or higher for a time when they liberate the stigma, which proves their status as saints.

It was a huge force enough to destroy an entire city, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a god or a demon.

It was really helpless to escape under this kind of terrifying opponent, but Shen Yun couldn't help but clench his fists.

If you haven't experienced the strong, you won't know, and the weak are sad.

Walking through the streets, the previous battle has come to an end.

Shen Yun just felt lost for no reason. I don't know when a drizzle will fall on the street.

"This is the rain. Misaka was ready to experiment with whether the taste was sweet or salty. ”

In the light rain, the girl who was alone made a move that surprised Shen Yun. She stuck out her pink tongue and caught some raindrops.

Misaka. No, it's my sister.

It's Sister's.

What Shen Yun has been looking for these days is her.

"Come with me. ”

Shen Yun quickly walked over to the lonely Misaka and took her hand away from the rain-shrouded area.

"Is this an abduction? Misaka expressed surprise at the first abduction."

Not really!

Holding the little hand, Shen Yun pulled Sister Misaka into a convenience store.

I borrowed a towel from the waiter and dried it for Sister Misaka.

"Mr. Abductor, what are you going to do next?" By the way, Misaka wants to eat ice cream. ”

Misaka said to Shen Yun with godless eyes, even if she was expressionless, but look at her now. I guess I'm looking forward to it.

"Eating ice cream on a rainy day makes you diarrhea. I'll treat you to it next time. ”

As soon as Shen Yun spoke, he was silent.

Is there really a future for the girl in front of her?

But Misaka in front of him was very happy, with an unreasonable attitude.

"Well, that's as compensation. Misaka wants to eat cake. ”

According to Misaka's memory, the cake was used to celebrate birthdays. So Misaka wants to celebrate his birthday. ”

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Abductor? ”

Me?yes~ What's wrong with me?

Thinking back to the days when I was in a desperate situation, it wasn't a difficult situation, but at that time, everything seemed hopeless to me. Just because I lost my bearings.

Now, I was reminded by Sister Misaka to remember.

Myself. At that time, all I wanted was a home.

So, you must resurrect Icarus!

"Mr. Abductor! Misaka hasn't heard any confirmation yet. ”

Misaka continued to stare at Shen Yun with godless eyes, and his cold and mechanical tone revealed words that did not fluctuate.