After experiencing the mutation of the Dean tribe, Kaoru thought that he had lost Willow Leaf forever.

The hideous black touch tube and tyrannical killing often appear in her dreams.

It's just that it's all in the past.

Kaoru looked at the delicate silver-white willow leaves, which appeared in the ring with the dense and rapid striking of those filaments.

Milky white light, green veins, and the shadow of a knife that constantly appeared in the air. It all made her intoxicated.

Kaoru rubbed her thumb slightly, and there seemed to be a faint pain there.

As the white light slowly recedes, the whole willow leaf gently falls into the middle of the ring.

Kaoru was overjoyed and turned her head to look at her master.

Pierre nodded, and the girl got permission to quickly pick up the willow leaf, and as soon as the cold touch came into her hand, the girl's black mask could not stop the brisk cheer.

Pierre's stern vigilance was not let go, his hands clinging to his body, floating constantly, the filaments in the ring swaying gently to the rhythm of his brushes, like silk grass under water.

Old Chino next to him also lifted the strange-shaped awl staff with one hand, and with the other hand, the five fingers of the dark armor naturally opened, and the rough fingers could not see the strength to grasp through the Praetorian Guard's armor at all.

Obviously, Old Chino was still alert, and the subject was still the ring that was empty again after the willow leaf was taken.

Mark on the other side also took Tu Fan down, and followed Pielle and Old Chino to do the same, but this time neither of them stopped Mark.

In the entire empty, high, barren, yellow flame galloping, tentacles in the underground space, this space seems extremely different, but except for the happy Yaxun, the other three obviously don't care about what is happening around them.

"It's coming!"

Pierre suddenly perked up and whispered to remind the two around him. As for Kaoru, she doesn't expect her to help, and the willow leaves in her hand can also keep her from dying. As for the greater danger....... Neither he nor Old Chino could withstand the danger, and the rest didn't matter.

Only this time it's not more likely to be dangerous.

After all, it was the man's handiwork, a headache.

Pierre couldn't help but close his eyes slightly.

Zheng!

A clear voice happened at this moment!

At the moment when Pierre closed his eyes, the crystal feathered leaves suddenly appeared in the middle of the ring.

It's just that this feather leaf is very different, the second half still retains the veins of the feather, and the first half completely turns into an extremely snow-white blade tip.

The tip of the blade was covered with strange cracks from Cili, all of which converged on the tip of the blade and coalesced into a single handwriting. A vertical stroke, along the ridge of the blade, goes straight to the root.

This handwriting is more like a notch, but a few people present will think that it is handwriting if they see it!

Sharp, rapid stroke.

It's not like the pen of this world.

The edges are rough and sloppy.

Penetrating time and space, it is not clear why.

When they saw this unique feather piece and handwriting, there was a sense of thought that came with it.

"Handsome!"

Handsome what?! What is Handsome?

Old Chino doesn't care at all about what is called handsome in this thought!

He wants to be able to stop it!

With that bang, the feathers easily broke through the transparent dome outside the ring! The feathers shook violently, breaking through the restraints of the dome on themselves!

Layers of tiny white flames burned fiercely in a line where the feather's body and the dome came into contact, and it wasn't until the feathers broke through the dome that the sound erupted.

Then the feather piece went straight to the old man standing in front of him, who was trying to manipulate the filaments to bind himself, which his own underlying rules did not allow.

Since it's blocking the way, wear it! It's just that the feather piece is tightened and clung tightly.

Old Chino's strange awl staff had been cut off, and in order to prevent Pierre from being killed, he had to use his other hand to grab it directly.

Fortunately, the steel claws marked by the man himself can resist it, but this feather piece is so weird that it is still beating in the claw!

Ding Ding! Ding Ding!

A series of pleasant and hurried voices came from the palm of Old Chino's palm.

The gap in the palm of his hand was huge, and the feather piece was still struggling and beating.

Old Chino used all his strength to hold the feather piece in the palm of his hand, and even added another hand.

Eventually, Mark and the others joined in, and they all worked together to hold the only armor that could bind the strange feathers.

It's just that manpower is sometimes poor.

Airplanes!

A transparent shock wave flashed in the center of the crowd.

A few people were in a mess like gourds rolling on the ground.

A white glow rose from the center of several people.

The white feathers floated in the air, vibrating in bursts of powerful ripples.

Kaoru was on the outermost, barely affected, and faintly saw that the feather piece had changed drastically.

The whole of the narrow, palm-sized feathers turned into a long, narrow piece of snow-white.

The front section is sharp, and the rear end is dashing, a bit like a knife, and a bit like a thorn.

What is it?

Kaoru looked at the thing, the feathers had changed drastically, the cracks and handwriting had not changed, and the veins of the feathers at the end of the tail had turned into a mass of rippling filaments, floating unkempt in the air.

It's beautiful! Kaoru couldn't help but reach out her hand, and as soon as she touched those filaments, those filaments wrapped Kaoru's hand at once, and the whole hand seemed to grow together with the feathers!

At that moment, Kaoru seemed to see the galaxy.

In the black sky, countless stars appeared, and then they were pulled into long stars!

It's beautiful!

It's just that the image is a flash. The feathered veins loosened, no longer wrapped around Kaoru's hands.

Kaoru suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if she had lost something.

The dazed girl turned her head to look at her teacher, who looked at her with some regret before she spit out a sentence.

"That's the light. You just rode the light, Kaoru. ”

Yes?! Such?

Kaoru felt even more regretful in her heart.

It's just that the feather is not waiting for anyone, at least not everyone present.

The space seemed to darken for a moment.

Whether it's yellow flames or clumps of tentacles.

They all paused.

The white feathers rose with a radiant glow.

The four people below also stopped their movements and quietly watched it go up.

The feather stopped just as it was about to touch the top layer.

The yellow flames below seemed to sense something, and they burned wildly!

Those flames, and those tentacles, frantically strangled towards the feather!

In the entire vast space, the miscellaneous babbling suddenly rose several orders of magnitude!

Not good! Pierre and Old Chino looked at each other for a moment, and each protected the two children next to them.

Then the countless filaments in the ring just now grew wildly, and a transparent dome grew in an instant, protecting the four of them.

Those whispers were reluctantly isolated outside, and the two old guys looked at Kaoru and Mark, who were already a little confused in their eyes, and secretly wiped their sweat in their hearts.

Then time stood still!

Old Chino and Pierre only remember the last moment.

Still beautiful picture.

In the picture, those burning flames freeze and jump, and those tentacles disappear.

Only the feather piece stood out, and the handwriting on its body was mixed with countless shockwaves that suddenly became like sharp blades, shattering everything around it that it wanted to destroy. Including those flames and tentacles.

Wherever the shock wave came, the flames and tentacles turned into flames and fragments, piece by piece, from thread to grain, and grain by grain to nothingness.

After a few scenes, the space fell silent again, and the flames, tentacles, and whispers seemed to never exist.

Several people looked at each other, and then watched as the last ripple flashed at the top of the space, and a trace of white feather veins seemed to be about to disappear.

Peng!

A monster-like black touchpipe soars into the sky!

It's willow leaves!

The girl hurriedly covered it with her hand, what did this guy want to do! It's really non-stop!

It's just late.

The girl didn't stop the willow leaves who seemed to be going to make trouble.

In the same way, the shadowless that cuts through everything, she can't stop it.

The phantom emanated from the last ripple, and then wrote handwriting on the black touch tube that was so arrogant and entangled that it chased after it.

The entangled black touch tubes were split in two one by one.

Then it turned into fine dust, and silently turned into a silver-white willow leaf again in the girl's hand.

In front of everyone, the ripples also disappeared.

Somewhere, the feather slipped through countless lights and shadows, and thought about it in pieces.

"Vertical one, that's how it's written anyway."

"I'm a sword, the first sword in the world."

"My rule is one."

"It doesn't matter if it's vertical or horizontal."

"In this world, there is a unique one."

"That's what he thought, and that's how I came."

"I will change, and I will fly"

"That's handsome."

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First came the chicken, or came first the egg? I don't know, it's painful.