Asaka Minghui ignored Mizumadun's words.

She believed Fang Cheng's words.

But after so many years, the guilt of the death of his father and younger brother, as well as his mother's expectations and brainwashing, have long been deeply rooted in his heart, like a shackle, which can not be untied in one or two sentences.

Even if it's not her fault, if she uses her life, can she really resurrect her father and brother?

It is totally worth sacrificing one to resurrect two.

The ideas that her mother instilled day and night are influencing her judgment.

When Fang Cheng saw Chaoxiang Minghui's expression, he knew that the perennial brainwashing and suppression effects of the Bliss Sect were obvious, but it had already loosened somewhat.

At this time, she must take a dose of cruel medicine to force her to break the shackles in her heart, and trigger the pent-up emotions and desire to survive.

He wants to rescue Asaka Minghui, but Asaka Minghui also needs to save herself, if she is bent on death, then there is no point in saving her.

"If you already know the truth, or choose to sacrifice yourself, or would rather run away than leave with me, then I will not come."

Fang Cheng looked directly into Asaka Minghui's eyes: "But I hope that before I walk out of the door, I can hear the truest voice in your heart, and hear you tell me that you want to live, not an excuse imposed on you by others." ”

With that, he slowly turned around and walked towards the gate of the basketball court.

Chaoxiang Minghui looked at Fang Cheng's lonely back, and her whole heart trembled.

"He's right."

Ye Yuqing's excited scream sounded in her heart: "You're just running away!" Minghui!! Look no further! Live with me!! I don't want to die either!! ”

Tears had blurred Asaka Akie's eyes.

Fang Cheng's lonely back and Ye Yuqing's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the shackles in her heart and piercing through the darkness brought to her by the Paradise Sect and her mother.

The real emotions and desire to survive that had been pent up in my heart for several years finally gushed out.

As early as when Fang Cheng turned around, Shui Ma Dun had already given the two disciples a look, asking them to control Asaka Minghui and not let her make a sound.

But Asaka Akie's emotions were aroused only in a blink of an eye.

It was too late to control her again.

"Makoto-kun!"

Chaoxiang Minghui burst into tears, and sent out the truest emotion in her heart at Fang Cheng's back: "Take me away!! ”

Her shouts resounded throughout the wide basketball court.

Fang Cheng's heart that he had been carrying finally let go.

"Protect yourself!"

He threw a word to the Sato siblings, then turned around and rushed to the pit in a short dash, leaping high.

The blood flowing from the wound on his hand condensed into a javelin, and shot it with all his might at the Holy Grail above the pool of blood.

"Bastard, you broke your oath!"

Shui Ma Dun roared angrily, watching the situation get out of control, and his anger was almost out of shape.

But there was an unknown joy in his voice.

Okay, this little bastard finally took the initiative to break his oath, and finally didn't have to put up with his broken mouth anymore.

But why hasn't he died yet?

As soon as Shui Ma Dun recalled the content of Fang Cheng's oath, he understood the difference, what Fang Cheng said was that the cultists violated their oath and threw their lives on the spot, and he broke his oath and threw his life here today.

It's today, and it's still today until 12 o'clock tonight, and the ghost still knows when it will be fulfilled.

These simple language traps can be seen through at any time, but the god hurriedly agreed for him.

Shui Ma Dun only felt that a mouthful of old blood was about to be spit out, he was so old, he had never been cheated like this.

"Repulsion!"

He used his speech magic to flick the javelin shot away again, and at the same time raised his trembling finger and pointed at Fang Cheng: "Kill him!" ”

Fang Cheng was still in mid-air, and before he landed, he felt a crimson word 'danger' appear in his heart.

He twisted his body violently, and the next moment there was a 'bang'.

Gunshots rang out, and a bullet was fired from the audience.

As a cult with huge power, the Bliss Cult naturally cannot only have pistols.

The gunman hiding in the shadows finally found a perfect time, but he couldn't stand Fang Cheng with an early warning ability and avoided the key points in the air.

With a poof, he was shot in the shoulder, and the bullet came from a large-caliber rifle, directly shattering his shoulder and arm.

Fang Cheng endured the severe pain, and with his other hand, he guided the blood that sprayed out of the wound, condensed into a javelin, and threw it towards the gunman's position.

The javelin turned into a red shadow, and the gunman hiding in the audience did not have time to change positions before he was pierced through the chest by the javelin.

"Makoto-kun!"

Seeing Fang Cheng injured, Chaoxiang Minghui screamed and was about to rush down the pool of blood.

Shui Ma Dun glanced at her coldly, and the two cultists immediately rushed up and grabbed her.

If it weren't for the fact that the ten saints were indispensable, he really wanted to directly throw Asaka Minghui into the blood pool and treat it as the flesh and blood of the sacrifice god.

Fang Cheng had just jumped over the pit and landed at this time, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder had quickly recovered.

He strapped his slippery backpack to his waist and made another short dash towards the pool of blood.

Four Christians with dark Bibles in their hands suddenly came out from behind the pool of blood, obviously waiting for a long time.

Unlike the cannon fodder in front, these are the backbone members brought by Shuimadun, who have supernatural powers after being blessed by the gods.

It's not as good as Edo Reina's kind of apologist, but it's enough to cause trouble for Fang Cheng.

Seeing that they had already opened their mouths to use their spiritual skills, Fang Cheng directly used his blood to condense more than a dozen spikes the size of chopsticks, sandwiched them between his fingers, and shot them hard.

"Repulsion!" "Repulsion!" "Repulsion!" "Repulsion!"

A succession of voices rang out, and the four cultists took the lead in choosing to protect themselves and blocked all the spikes that were shooting.

Fang Cheng made a short dash and rushed towards the one closest to him.

The other party quickly opened his mouth to read: "Shu ......"

"Bundle your mother!"

Fang Cheng yelled in the same language.

This cultist was stunned by the interference, and failed to perform the Spirit Technique, he didn't expect that Fang Cheng would be able to use this kind of language at all.

Fang Cheng was holding a long knife made of blood condensed and had already staggered past him.

Hand up knife down, solve one.

The remaining three cultists didn't expect Fang Cheng to be able to say the divine language in the Bible.

They retreated and distanced themselves and continued to perform their magic of speech.

Fang Cheng didn't care about touching the corpse, the long knife in his hand melted instantly, the front half of the blade flew forward, and the back half formed a long silk thread.

He tugged at the silk thread and slashed it, and the half-cut blade cut a semicircle, and swept out with a whistling voice.

"Repulsion!"

One of the cultists saw the blade flying towards him, and once again performed a defensive word and soul technique.

The flying blade was out of range on both sides, and it was the silk thread behind the blade that collided.

The force of repulsion hits the silk thread and directly bounces the silk thread away.

But the blade in front of it had already circled around the back of the three cultists with inertia, and it spun and wrapped the three of them in a circle just like he had just tied Mai Sato.

By the time they realized that it was too late, Fang Cheng grabbed the silk thread with both hands and tugged hard.

With a swipe, the silk thread cut horizontally through the waists of the three cultists, turning them from three to six.

In the blink of an eye, the four cultists who could use the Spirit Technique were killed by Fang Cheng.

"Heavy pressure!"

The majestic voice of the water horse sounded in the loudspeaker.

The backbone members and cannon fodder brought by him were killed and wounded, and the old guy finally couldn't care about his life.

Fang Cheng, who was about to rush towards the blood pool to destroy the Holy Grail, suddenly felt a powerful pressure fall from the top of his head, directly pressing him to the ground.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the ground within five meters of the surrounding area also collapsed, like a palm print pressed by an invisible giant hand on the ground.

Shui Ma Dun held the open dark Bible in his hand, his gray beard was windless, and his eyes seemed to exude a ghostly light.

The archbishop's attack was extraordinary, and although the type of spiritual art was no different from that of other cultists, it was much more powerful.

It's like the difference between wet shoes with the wind and shooting with the wind.

Shui Ma Dun proved that his strong energy has not been squeezed dry by the young model wife.

Fang Cheng tried his best to prop himself up, moving little by little out of the range of the heavy pressure.

"Extinction!"

The majestic and indifferent voice of Shui Ma Dun sounded again.

The ceiling of the basketball court suddenly cracked, and a piece of reinforced concrete more than five meters long fell.

That's enough weight to smash a car to pieces.

A crimson word 'danger' appeared in Fang Cheng's heart.

He instantly entered the state of mad blood, all the attributes of his body were enhanced, his hands and feet were pushed the ground, and the whole person finally jumped out of the area of heavy pressure.

Rumble!

With a deafening bang, the entire stadium trembled, and more rubble fell from the crumbling ceiling.

The cultists who had been asked to be quiet by Shui Ma Dun finally couldn't stay still at the moment, screaming and dodging around the audience.

Hayato Sato also wanted to find a safe place with his sister, but the armed cultists outside the gymnasium had already heard the movement and rushed in.

He could only endure the headache and take his sister to fight his way out.

Fang Cheng escaped the catastrophe and once again performed a short-distance assault, which was only ten meters away from the blood pool at this time.

"Collapse!"

Shui Ma Dun's voice rang out, and the ground under Fang Cheng's feet collapsed with a thud.

He raised his hand, and the blood spurted out quickly coalesced into a bifurcated spike like a fishhook, with a silk thread at the end, and slammed into the ceiling above his head, hanging him in the air.

"Bondage!"

Shui Ma shouted vigorously, his originally ruddy face had begun to turn pale.

Although the power of the spirit technique he used was far greater than that of Edo Reina, there was also a lot of life force that needed to be extracted, and he was already in his seventies and could not fight for a long time.

This kind of battle is different from the battle in bed, and it is useless to eat Brother Wei as a meal.

With the sound of the water horse, countless black ropes drilled out of the ground on both sides of the pit, and at the same time, a large number of ropes were drilled out of the ceiling overhead.

It was densely packed like a group of black snakes, surrounding Fang Cheng in the air.

Fang Cheng naturally wouldn't sit still, he stabbed his other hand with his fingertips and flung it forward, and the blood that spurted out condensed into the shape of spikes with silk threads, piercing into the ceiling in front of him.

As soon as his hands were loosened and pulled, the whole person swung over like a monkey swinging and escaped from the black snake.

Like Spider-Man, he keeps throwing spikes into the ceiling, using silk threads to leap through the air.

Shui Ma Dun is stupid, you? How can there be such a sassy operation?

When Fang Cheng was already close to the blood pool, Shui Ma Dun reacted and roared, "Elysian Heavenly Kingdom." ”

After using this spirit, Shui Ma Dun suddenly aged seven or eight years old, his face was full of wrinkles, and the gray hair on the top of his head also fell out.

Fang Cheng, who was COS Spider-Man, felt a big word 'danger' in his heart.

But there was no way to dodge this move, he directly fell into the hallucination, and the whole person crashed from the air and fell to the ground, falling into the kingdom of Elysium.

"Piercing the Heart!!"

Mizumadon shouted hatefully.

He didn't expect that he had just come to preside over a divine descent ceremony, and he would encounter such a difficult guy.

As a result, his already small lifespan will be consumed.

The archbishop enjoyed himself in the yang world, but he didn't want to enter the kingdom of bliss so soon to serve the great twin gods.

With the sound of Shui Ma Dun, more than a dozen steel bars pierced through the floor and directly pierced Fang Cheng's chest.