I'm fanatical about it, can you really parry it?

Moslian pursed his lips and sneered, and the ghost hand appeared and a golden trident appeared between his eyebrows, fanatical affection and crazy possessiveness filled his heart.

Moslian did not suppress this wrong liking at all, because love and hate are mostly due to possessiveness, if you don't like it, you won't hate a loved one for no reason, and it's not that if you love someone, you won't hurt the other person.

The witch who manipulates her emotions, if she tries to resist it, she will be affected, so it is better to distort this love with a rune, and maybe it will have a miraculous effect.

"Ten thousand ghosts!"

Moslian raised his left hand, instantly arrived in front of Qian, and launched an attack.

Countless ghost phantoms appeared behind him, and he cried frantically towards Qian, accompanied by gusts of yin wind, and soon arrived in front of the other party with the ghost hand.

"Phantom!"

The ghost hand easily penetrated Qian, but Moslian didn't feel the slightest sense of truth, looking at the person in front of him who was pierced through his body, he felt a burst of loss.

Love and anger were mixed together, making him irritable, and the influence of emotions made him move messily, and the ghost claws kept slashing over the phantom in front of him, which made him feel a little comforted.

However, the next moment, a new figure appeared in front of him, looking at him with a gentle smile on his face, looking at him calmly.

Her appearance made Demoslian calm down a little, but the love in her heart faintly felt distorted.

Outside the illusion, the figure hiding under the black hood stood beside Qian, condensing a magic array at Moslian from a distance, trying to control his emotions.

One of these two people implants emotions and the other controls emotions, and their cooperation is terrifying.

This is the strangeness of the special research institute, everyone has a special place, and these academies are specially cultivated to become this special existence.

This kind of emotionally controlled combat is impossible to prevent, and no matter how careful you are, you will still get hit.

In this dead end, Moslian gave up his attack and continued to flee, his actions causing the others to be slightly stunned, including Moro who was observing.

After Moslian ran away, the man in the black cloak hesitated, but decided not to pursue, and turned towards Sophia and Cady.

Their judgment at this moment was undoubtedly very correct, although things did not go in the direction Moslian expected, but fortunately, he also thought of this situation in advance.

"Hello."

"Ding~!"

Moslian reacted quickly, and under the greeting of the other party, he opened the ice shield of his right arm and blocked the blow.

Sure enough, Moro's men still made a move, because he had a bounty of three points on him, and killing him one was equivalent to killing two and a half ordinary contestants.

Moro's man was much more direct, the man who came was a scar-faced boy with a crimson scythe, and his blow was blocked by the ice shield, and he swung the scythe again and slashed wildly at the ice shield, slashing out ice chips.

At the same time, another girl, with a sharp long whip, blocked his retreat and attacked behind him.

Not only that, but behind the scar-faced boy, there was also a girl with a two-handed sword, stabbing at him at a tricky angle.

"You really look up to me, isn't it too big a fuss to send three people to deal with me at once." Receiving the whip's attack while dodging the thrust of his two-handed sword, Moslian said with a smile.

However, the people of Moro were unmoved, and the long-haired girl with a two-handed sword looked at him with a smile, without the slightest superfluous movement in her hands.

"No, because you deserve our fuss, and we believe in your strength." The two-handed sword girl said with a smile.

No one is a fool, and if there is no accident, Moro's people don't want to be careless, just like the Special Research Institute, they would rather let him go than chase him, and take the risk of being attacked by the counter-siege.

But at this moment, Sophia suddenly gave up her defense and rushed towards Moslian with Cady.

Moslian did the same, rushing towards the single-ponytailed girl with the whip, and several people from the Thousand Encounters Special Research Institute, who were chasing Sophia, also rushed towards the single-ponytailed girl.

For a while, the battle was ready to turn into a melee again, which was Moslian's plan, although he said that he knew that Moro's people would make a move, but he didn't know when they would make a move.

Simply separated to attract Moro's people to attack, and then let Sophia gather, resulting in the current melee situation.

It's okay to deal with a team alone, and it's not that Sophia is not unconfident to drag it out in Moslian, and it is not a loss to be able to exchange one or two under desperate death.

What I'm afraid of is that the people who are eyeing each other on the left and right will turn into a siege situation at the first opportunity, if so, it is better to let this happen sooner, even if it is cooperation, under the counterattack, there is a high chance that the relationship will break down.

The next thing is to see what Moro and the people at the Institute of Anomalies think, whether it is cooperation or what.

"Will it work?" Cady asked worriedly, and now he really realized that he was a pendant to Sophia and Moslian, and this realization made him a little frustrated.

"It's up to you whether you can do it or not, try to put pressure on the other party, and then this fragile relationship will face collapse." This is combat, not the art of war.

In the case of crushing strength, there is also a degree of caution, and when they have to face certain opponents, they will not retreat, and besides, this is still a game.

It was at this point that Moslian made this plan, and of course sometimes it backfired, that is, he thought that Qian would chase him, but he didn't.

No matter what, the current one has become a melee as desired, and it is useless to be clever in the future, only absolute strength to speak.

Moro's team, a guy with a black rune sword under a black robe, followed the captain Hitomi to the front.

The same goes for the people of the Anomalies Research Institute, the last member of the team, the little fart boy floating in the air, looking down coldly.

Seeing him, Moslian suddenly looked at Sophia, and at the same time felt a chill in his body, which was the cold air emitted from Sophia's body.

"Looks like there's no way back." Hebrion lowered his greatsword and kicked up a cloud of dust underground.

Of the twenty teams, three of them wiped out the small half, and only a few other squads were left except for the three of them.

At present, it is already promoted, and there is a chance to play against a strong team, and Hebriand will not let go of this opportunity.

"I'm getting more and more fond of you, Moslian." Qian Zhigou looked at Moslian, the tenderness in his eyes was very real, not mixed with half of the falsehood.

No wonder so many people will be deceived by her, if it weren't for knowing this guy in advance, maybe Moslian would have wondered if her liking was real.