Chapter 282: The Night and the Demon King

The man didn't make any moves.

Yes, even if all the light in the entire auditorium was scattered on the stage at this moment, Hasushiro could feel the man's movements from the state of the air flow between her and the other party.

However, she was sure that the other party also saw through that her move was not a bluff illusion - the shadow of the blade swinged, countless sunset ghosts recorded every frame like a camera, and the sharp attack exuded the extreme heat of the last bloom at sunset, although this move "Sixteen Ji - Dying" was not her strongest nirvana, but so far she had never seen a few people like him who did not even set up an evasive posture.

Is it scared that your legs are weak?

But he didn't fall to his knees in embarrassment.

Is it confident that you are only trying to intimidate him and will not actually do it?

I believe that the one who can dodge himself like he did just now will not be such a stupid fool.

"Drink!" With a low-sounding shout, countless sunset-colored ghosts maintained the posture of the blade and headed towards the other party, dazzling and pure, piercing through the air and approaching, all the gas molecules and the dust floating in it automatically retreated, and the brilliant light seemed to condense a great power contained in it, waiting for the moment when it touched the target and released it all.

However, the other side still did not move.

Liancheng Xiye couldn't see what kind of expression was hanging on the other party's face at this moment, it was obvious that she was attacking, but at this moment her heart was hanging high, as if it was herself who would fall miserably from front to back, left and right.

What's going on?

Why are you so afraid?

Never felt like this, so illogical.

It's your own attack, no matter what, the other party should be more anxious!

However, approaching, getting closer.

She looked at the countless sunset-colored knife shadows that she wielded, and the trajectory that flew away was all maintained on the route she had set without any difference, just a little bit.

But the other party still didn't move.

Liancheng Xiye's hand gradually strengthened involuntarily, and she clenched her big knife, trying to calm herself.

The next moment. She watched as the sunset-colored shadow of her swift knife pierced through the man's body as if through air, without any disturbance as if it were hindered, and was embedded in the wall behind the man standing.

There was a roaring explosion in an instant. There was the sound of steel bars twisting and breaking and being dismembered, and the boiling sound of boiling and burning.

The storm bounced back from the impact and passed through the man's body again, and Hasujo Yuya immediately raised his "Sixteen Himes" diagonally in front of him, and the undiminished blade reflected the eyes of firm determination. The frosty features were deeply carved on it, and the red strips of cloth on the scabbard danced wildly in the wind, swaying with the wide Japanese robes.

She gritted her back molars, and although the backward push on this body was very violent, she was unwilling to retreat and avoid it.

The clogs made a screeching sound on the floor, but it was extremely short, and Hasujo stomped heavily on the ground in the evening, resolutely refusing to be forced back by the cascading effects of his attack.

It wasn't until it calmed down a little that the soot in some areas of sight had cleared up, and several depressions in the wall could be clearly seen. And the edges were all charred, and a faint crackling sound could be heard, as if the tiny and dense teeth were chewing rapidly, but they seemed to come out of the depths of an unusually narrow throat, as if it had just been burned by magma, and it can only be said that fortunately, the walls of this auditorium are unusually thick.

Suddenly, there was such an unreasonable battle turmoil, and there should have been a huge riot around it.

But it's too quiet now.

Liancheng explored in the afterglow of the night, and for a while she was like a thunderbolt, and her body became stiff because of disbelief. She simply put away her attack form and looked at the changes around her.

I saw that at this moment all the people stopped moving, and remained in that incomprehensible state - frozen like a sculpture.

All she could see, however, was something glistening in the air, like shards of diamonds.

She tried to get a closer look at a small area. The pupils contracted, and they were all irregular debris glowing with a faint blue starlight, and the edges of each piece were covered with a blue halo, slowly releasing a more compact dark blue powder outward.

The blue light powder floated in the air and slowly fell, and all the performers and spectators in the auditorium were bathed in the light powder, with funny or hideous expressions on their faces. However, even with his mouth open, he was speechless.

This is a real dumbness, but it is the passivity of an external force, and they should not know anything.

However, what Liancheng Xiye cares about is, when did this man do all this?

Suddenly, the irregular fragments that floated in the air and froze emitted a dazzling light, followed by a very fine dark blue light, and I saw that the debris was connected in pairs irregularly, and the light became more and more, and the trajectory appeared faster and faster, until it was all connected, and it became a huge net, hanging high above everyone's heads, all over the place.

Liancheng Xiye suddenly put on a posture, thinking that the other party said that she was going to attack, but she still didn't feel any murderous aura.

Thinking of his attack just now, the other party was not only unharmed, but also didn't even use any movements, and even moved every minute under his feet, it seems that he is definitely not an ordinary character, and it seems that he can be hostile to it, and now it seems that it is becoming more and more slim.

"I have to say." An unusually lonely voice came from that side, and the man's figure was still obscured by the remaining smoke.

Liancheng's eyes narrowed on the night. The soles of his feet ignited explosive power, took steps to support him, and then jumped violently, trying to get through his mouth, but he didn't expect to pounce.

How so? How could she possibly perceive a mistake?

Unable to accept her gaffe, it was also at this time of thinking that Liancheng Xiye felt that something was approaching, she instantly condensed a more powerful force, and saw through where the voice came from, she turned sideways without saying a word, and a certain cold breath slid dangerously to her side, she jumped up and jumped into the air, with a crisp backflip, she slashed hard, piercing through the air, and slashing down from a high place.

Suddenly, no sound was heard, but the blade was oppressed and froze.

Unable to move forward, she knew it deeply.

In the midst of the smoke, a cold handsome face appeared in front of him.

No more.

Suddenly, something was dripping, and the faint blue light net actually rained heavily, and it was also a shallow dark blue light, which fell on the two of them and shattered into streamers.

"It's you?"

There has been no network today, and the traffic can't be used because of signal problems. (To be continued.) )