Time became sluggish in Qin Xin's eyes, not the ability of time, but a slow play like a marquee, any life form that still retained its instinct would have such a feeling when facing a life and death crisis.

Time seems to be slowed down, everything around you is in view, and there is an illusion that you can control everything, which is physiologically called the rapid secretion of adrenaline and the increased nerve reflex.

In anime, it is usually manifested as an explosion.,Open the gene lock.,Of course, that's a step further than this.,More high-end.。

This is extremely harmful to the body, but the body can't control so much in the face of life and death.

Qin Xin was really in such a situation, even with the bonus of reflection, the sharp tip of the knife was constantly approaching, and his body was cold because of the edge of the blade, a little retreated, and a little stiffened.

The Spellbreaker Blade is useless!

Masks are useless!

Coping skills are no!

The exhaustion of mountains and rivers can already well describe Qin Xin's situation at this time, but there is still a way.

Not superfluous things from outside, but abilities she possesses.

Qin Xin is not the strongest monster in Gensokyo, because she is still a little far away from that level because of the big event sixteen years ago, she is still a little far away from that level, but she is the best dance skill in Gensokyo, and no one can beat her dance called "Xinqilou".

She put down the black knife, and out of nowhere conjured two light paper fans, obviously just a tool for dancing, but she felt extra relieved when she held it in her hand, this is what she should hold.

All the skills of the old dance practice were back, and the mask temporarily dissipated her control, and with nothing to rely on, she actually moved, not fine-tuning, but flipping, and at this moment she seemed to dance not to dodge but to perform.

Gentle and fast, like butterflies dancing in flowers.

"Xinqilou" is not a human being who can perform dance in the first place, not only the use of flying skills and demonic power, but also more parts of the field that are not flexible enough for humans to reach, even if they have the will to be injured, they can't do it, and it only belongs to the skills of face aura.

Exerting force in places where it can't exert force, it's like when ordinary people focus on one foot, they can also use the other leg to drive the body, and this is just one of Qin Xin's many skills, a monster patent beyond the category of humans.

**The temple didn't expect this at all, this variable was not attached to his calculations, his existence was a variable of Qin Xin's perfect strategy, and Qin Xin's own monster attribute was a variable that the **temple could not touch.

How can things be as good as they should be?

The more perfect the knife, the more afraid of such an accident, Qin Xin had already moved a small half of his body from his original position, and this small half of his body seemed to be completely untouchable at the end of the world.

**The assassination of the temple fell into the void, I don't know if it was misfortune or luck, because he had no intention of killing Qin Xin in the first place.

Life is the greatest miracle in the world, and nothing is more precious than life itself, unless it is the evil act of depriving life itself, it is not enough for him to make up his mind.

Especially Qin Xin, who looked like he was in the wrong state.

Instead of pulling out the knife, but wielding it casually, the ** temple did not feel distressed at all and cut the door of the basement exit into an irreparable state, and standing in front of him was Qin Xin, who took a few steps back.

“……”

Speechless, neither side is a character who likes to say more, but Qin Xin's silence translates to probably the identity and appearance of the strange ** temple.

Should it be said that Remilia's whim-of-the-moment banquet played an unexpected role?

Isn't it true that the spearmen with the power of fate are different?

Polite greetings, as well as clichés and inquiries were omitted, **Temple and Qin Xin rushed towards each other at the same time, and the unknown Treasure Noble Dao hit Qin Xin's paper fan, as if cut into the air.

Each Noble Phantasm is unique, it cannot be copied or recreated, but it has one thing in common, the Noble Phantasms that have been sung and sung and passed down have extremely high hardness, and can hardly be cut off.

And the additional meaning of not being cut off is that it can cut off other things.

Qin Xin's paper fan was obviously far from reaching that level, so she used very light force, like a cicada's wings wrapping the cicada's body, clinging but not focusing, and unloading all the fierce slashes of the ** temple on him.

Without the action of force, even the sharpest blade would not be able to cut everything.

But after all, what Qin Xin is good at is not fighting but dancing, and his skills are indispensable, in the eyes of opportunists like ** Temple, such impure skills mean absolute flaws.

So while fighting, she also quietly opened up her ability - the ability to manipulate the level of emotion, and the powerful ability to make a difference.

Anger makes people lose their coolness, and wielding knives is no longer delicate; Frustration makes people disheartened, cold and lose fighting spirit; Happiness makes people get carried away and relax physically and mentally......

Every emotion is the spice of life, and it is also the poison of battle, Qin Xin has a deep understanding of this, the girl who went to solve the mutation at the beginning suffered a lot, compared to the powerful firepower, this unstoppable ability is even more incomprehensible, which makes people have a headache.

As she took out her fan, Qin Xin would gradually remember her own way of fighting, and she was no longer bound by the way the mask imposed on her.

An invisible crack appeared silently under the mask as pale as a bone, and an irreparable flaw was born when the design of a porcelain was no longer perfect.

Because he was subconsciously very confident in his own ability, Qin Xin showed extreme patience, and his patience was so patient that the onlookers were a little impatient.

Li Shunsheng looked at the scene in front of him, which was more like a dance than a battle, and was a little confused, and said in the public channel: "Lord Patchouli, they won't be a gang." ”

The cooperation is really ingenious, if it weren't for the fact that the ** temple is holding a blade that can really kill monsters, this is more like a stage play with a cleverly laid out, and there was no bloodshed from beginning to end.

"No, I think his purpose should be to consume Qin Xin's physical strength."

Qin Xin's movements have slowed down a little, not obvious, but the real existence has given himself an insight after the operation Pache judged this.

"Generally speaking, even if a human is exhausted, it is impossible to drag a youkai to death, but this time the situation is different, she has already been injured when she comes here, and the injury is not light, even if the healing ability of the youkai is not enough to recover immediately."

**The temple did not cause this result by itself, but Remilia and Flandoro and Sakiya together, maybe Qin Xin has an unknown strategy, but it is still impossible to conquer the entire Red Devil Pavilion without injury.

Drag until Qin Xin can't act, this is the tactic with the least safety factor and variables.

But Pache still hasn't said a word.

"If she's a monster who is too insistent, her body won't be able to hold up until this tactic is complete."

The will over the body is not always good.

At the same time, there was also a trace of confusion in Xinchan's eyes.

It seems like a long time has passed.

From the time he launched his ability to the present, the power of the ** temple's sword slash has not decreased at all, just like the most sophisticated machinery, it is strictly adhered to, and the dogma is rigid to the point of outrageousness.

All the emotional manipulation was really attached to the opponent in front of him, Qin Xin could clearly tell, but why it didn't work at all.

Even the big monsters that have been precipitated for thousands of years have their own emotions, why do humans who are not more than 100 years old in front of them seem to have seen through the world.

Silent and calm, not like an individual with its own will, more like a dead thing.

Not the deceased, but the individual who has never been alive.

Qin Xin was confused, but it was difficult for her to think further because she was manipulated by the mask, so she had no choice in the face of the situation in front of her.

Can be dealt with.

This is the judgment of ** Temple's heart, compared to a monster whose physical strength and reaction are beyond imagination, Qin Xin's skill-type monster that is not born for battle is easier for him to deal with.

Strange sensations had been coming from the depths of his soul since just now, recalling the boring experiments in the laboratory, and fragments of life in the Eternal Pavilion flashed in the sky, but none of them touched his mind.

Pushing Qin Xin away with the back of the knife, ** Temple shouted at Li Shunsheng: "Do it!" ”

Not for the undead boy who died, but for Pache who observed this place with magic.

Not good!

Qin Xin had already realized the meaning of the ** Temple, and he was already a little slow at that time.

The fiery red gold trim pattern appeared on the soles of her feet, and the precious carpet appeared on the pattern that did not belong to her, but soon it did not have to worry about it, because it was not painted, but the light and heat of the high temperature.

"Sun Talisman [Royal Flame]!" The witch's chant came from underground.

The boundary between the Red Devil Pavilion and the Bavaru Library was broken at this moment, and the golden pillars of light seemed to burst out of the earth's crustal fission magma when the end came, and the brilliant and brilliant colors directly rewrote the dark tone of the Red Devil Pavilion.

Qin Xin was instantly surrounded by this powerful magic, and blazing heat came from the flames, enveloping her with the will to destroy everything.

She couldn't stay any longer, and she could already smell the faint smell of burnt paste and jumped out of the scope of magic.

The Royal Flame is an instantaneous spell with a powerful continuous destructive power, but the disadvantages are its immobility, its narrow range, and obvious signs when activated.

Her strategy explains it to her.

And when that was just the beginning, countless red and gold-trimmed patterns filled the aisles.

"If a spell is flawed, make up for it with quantity."

From the big hole that was blasted out by herself, Patchouli underground looked up and said to Qin Xin.