Quiescence.

Deathly silence.

In the silence, there were only sculptural figures, crowding the entire arena.

One by one, they craned their necks and stared, looking, listening, as if they were expecting something.

Then, it came.

The long-awaited sunshine, and, the sun, the ending torn apart.

The twilight light squeezed through the dense crowd and rushed to the ring, as if to use this last light to disperse the billowing smoke and dust, to outline the figure of the victor.

So, it was outlined, the figure that slowly walked out.

With a wisp of purple brilliance.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Smack......"

Crisp applause rang out suddenly.

Just like that chuckle, it was surprising.

"You're the first to touch Ben Hou...... Stand-in person. As far as chop is concerned, it is a good surprise. ”

The air slowly becomes transparent.

In the sunlight, what slowly emerged was a proud and disgusting face.

And at this moment, there is a hint of disgust on this invincible face.

"Oh, it's still an honor, as the first person to surprise you."

A faint voice, a faint chuckle.

The young man who got up slowly threw aside the puppet that had become a waste in his hand, and when he looked up, he had the same indifferent expression.

"However, if I want to say surprise, I think there is a more suitable existence than a stand-in."

The silver eyes, slightly half-squinted, looked straight at each other.

There, on that arrogant cheek, a faint blush slowly seeped out.

Then, finally, in an instant, tore.

The pain, accompanied by the blood flowing out, made the curvature of the corners of the mouth suddenly turn into convulsions.

When he raised his hand, he quickly wiped it on his cheeks, but when it entered his eyes, there was a warm red.

The arrogant expression froze instantly.

Together, that weird moment.

"Haha, hahaha......"

The sudden laughter squeezed those eyes again.

"Worthy of the person she chose. Good, good! ”

The face is still unexciting, but the heart of the wind is already turbulent.

Obviously, he took advantage of his unpreparedness and pressed the other party to the ground in one go, but when that power just poured out, he knew that something had quietly changed.

It is not the touch of skin and bones that is held in the hand, but the cold steel.

Even if it is pressed to the ground and rubbed, it is just a stubborn existence with a few more sparks.

As for the opponent who was the original target, the golden cicada had already broken out of its shell and disappeared into the air.

Like, at this moment.

The figure suddenly began to blur.

Even, that same vague gloomy expression.

"Come and don't be rude, then as a return gift, I'll give you one, a bigger surprise!"

In the midst of wild laughter, the vague expression dissipated in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pretty face with a clever smile.

Although, it's not as bright as when you first saw it, but it's still a neat maid outfit, but it shows that the other party's combat power still exists.

Moreover, this combat power is still improving!

The slender nails, the sharp wrist blades, and the sharp steel thorns that protruded from the knees, the already cold body seemed to be even colder.

It was obviously smiling, but a chill was still unstoppable, surging towards the wind and feathers.

Not one, but, one.

The mechanical maids, who had been pushed to the ground by the shockwave just now, suddenly stood up again one by one.

is like a horror scene in a zombie movie, which makes the protagonist's nerves that have just been relaxed start to tense again.

Together, that body.

The silver glow flashed by.

Kazama raised his feathers and swept out quickly.

Before that strange formation, re-finished.

Although he has a strong interest in that kind of Qimen Dunjia, if it is normal, he may be able to study it carefully, but sure enough, at this moment of duel, curiosity always has to succumb to reality appropriately.

After all, the treacherousness of reality is no paler than the mystery of the unknown.

Pale and forever only can be the heart of the person, or, the cheeks.

In the audience, the girl who was originally angry was already pale, and when the seventy-one streamers, accompanied by the cold, kept rushing towards the silver-white figure.

The only thing to be thankful for may be that those cold rays are always a little worse, and they are dangerous, passing by the silver-white clothes.

It's like a dance performed with life and blood, reflecting a too amazing brilliance in the twilight sun.

The dazzling reflection flickered from time to time, so that the crowd on the stage could not see the truth in the ring.

But that doesn't seem to dampen their enthusiasm in any way.

Shouts, exclamations, exclamations, urgings...... The enthusiastic hustle and bustle, one after another, was like a super-large cheerleader, cheering for the dancers in that scene with all their enthusiasm.

However, the hustle and bustle is always the audience's, and Kazama has nothing.

Or rather, don't want to hear anything.

In the clear eyes, there is only the same clear gaze.

At that moment, his heart was like water.

In his eyes, there was only the sharp cold light, and in his ears, there was only the piercing whistling.

And his figure wandered away in the cold light and whistling.

Enough speed to avoid the strange formation formation, but the cold, bone-chilling and murderous attacks were not slack at all than just now, it should be said, more radical than just now.

After all, it has begun to disregard its companions.

The claws tore through the companion's dress, and the cone pierced the companion's skin, and the hidden weapon that ejected from time to time was even more merciless, submerging into the bodies of the other companions.

However, everything is meaningless, whether it is an attack or a mistake, even the constant roaring purple lightning of Kazama Yangyu is just a temporary paralysis of the other party.

A short pause was followed by an increasingly frantic attack.

"Bump!"

With a fierce palm, a ball of thunder light was imprinted into the opponent's body, and Kazama turned around and kicked the figure behind him away.

The silver light flickered, and continued to sweep towards the next figure.

One after the other; One and then another.

But despite this, although they kept knocking down one after another, the smiling faces lingered like ghosts.

Poured and up, rose and fell, tirelessly.

Sure enough, this kind of thing, if it is not completely destroyed, is it completely ineffective......

Grit your teeth fiercely, chant quickly, and quickly finish it in your head.

Between the thunder and light, there was a touch of blazing fireball.

Kazama Rising Feather, after all, chose to use both spells at the same time.

Just like at the beginning, try to use "Wind and Fire".

It's just that the thunder and fireball, before he had time to show off his brilliant figure, was slapped on a smiling face.

Although it's pretty cute, sure enough, that cold touch is still not very good......

So, let me make it red-hot!

Both hands, violently.

The mechanical maid, slightly stunned.

The face quickly collapsed, and even the entire figure began to melt.

In the blink of an eye, he went limp.

No further up.

However, before Kazama could take a breath, behind him, the sharp sound of the wind followed closely.

Accompanied, a playful chuckle.

"Oh? Is it finally starting to spicy flowers? It's a pity that the flowers of our Wang family are all overlord flowers! ”

Before the words fell, the figure that had been paralyzed suddenly began to stand up again.

When he turned around, an arrogant face was already approaching.

Then, before Kazama has even reacted, reach it.

Touched, the dazzling cold, under the light of the setting sun, stabbed at Kazama Yangyu, stabbed at the silver clothes.

"Nourishing ......"

For a moment, sparks flew.

In the lower abdomen, a burning heat invaded quickly, accompanied by a huge thrust.

But Kazama's face showed a cheerful smile, as if the prank had succeeded.

Facing it, that gloomy smile bloomed.

Two smiling faces, looking at each other, with their own joy.

Then, separate.

"Bump!"

With a muffled sound, the purple figure slammed into the floor and sank deep.

It's just that before he could get up, a silver light suddenly fell from the sky.

Like a shooting star, it fell straight down.

"Boom!"

For a while, smoke and dust were everywhere.

In the smoke and dust, there was a strange laughter.

"I didn't expect to make the same mistake twice. It seems that Ben Hou is exalting you too much. ”

Arrogance, contempt, carrying, crisp tone.

It was obviously a sentence without pause, but it seemed to be pieced together with countless vocal cords.

Laughter, just like that, came from all directions.

Like, that dense figure.

Kazama raised his feathers, was slightly stunned, and suddenly, a little suffocated.

After the smoke and dust cleared, what appeared in front of him, outflanking him, was not a mechanical maid, but a purple figure.

The same expression, the same confidence, the same mockery.

At that moment, Kazama finally understood the so-called puppetry.

Sure enough, a puppet is just a puppet after all. As long as the real manipulator is not found and beaten until he is unconscious, the silk thread in his hand will never stop dancing. Then, there will always be endless enemies around you.

So, the game began to change, not the eagle catching the chicken, but the hide-and-seek.

From dodging to catching, from the only chick to the hunter looking for the only ghost.

But where, in the end? Which puppet is the real Buddha-figure?

In front of me, there was a constant stream of figures.

Each one of them is not afraid of death, and every one of them fights for his life.

Such a gesture, such courage, it really ......

Definitely can't be that guy!

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in my mind.

Kazama raised his feathers and quickly became obsessed with his eyes.

In the face of it, the attack is still fierce.

The power of the mind spreads out in an instant.

It's like flowing water slowly lying through the space.

At that moment, he saw the surging air currents, the tricky attacks, and the figures that went forward one after another.

But, where is that guy, that invincible guy!

Which one is unique? Which one is the ghost hiding in the shadows!

No, where is it...... Everywhere is the same breath, the same waves...... Even the cold feeling is exactly the same.

The heart slowly sank.

Then, with a shudder.

If, while playing hide and seek, they have not been able to find each other, in addition to the hunter being too dull, then there is another possibility that it is......

That guy wasn't in the ring at all!