Chapter 20: Under the Moon

The moment the dart appeared, the young man felt the cold and piercing killing intent. The instinct of years of practice made him quickly let go of the hands of the torture blade and quickly retreated.

The enemy retreated, and the torture blade naturally couldn't let him get his wish.

At the moment when the young man let go of the right hand of the torture blade, the torture blade body rushed forward, and his right hand directly buckled the young man's wrist.

Sting!

The sharp blade left a shallow mark on the young man's fair face, and then passed over his head and slashed at the young man's right hand.

The young man was stunned when he saw it, and between his breaths, he directly activated the spirit test.

Bang!

The white light flashed, and the invisible fluctuation directly hit the chest of the torture blade, sending the torture blade flying three meters away.

Ignoring the pain in his chest, a carp stiffened and quickly rose to stare at the other party.

"Hunters must not fall, because they are the most dangerous."

At this time, the young man was wearing a white wolf armor on his body. Carrying two long swords on his back, his eyes staring at the torture blade solemnly.

"Who are you?" The young man asked solemnly.

"Liberation of the mind."

The mantra was issued, and the earthy yellow leopard sect spirit sword appeared on the body of the torture blade.

Swish!

The wrist knives on his arms popped out, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the young man, and his body gradually tightened like a large bow that was slowly drawn.

Seeing the posture of the torture blade, the young man pulled out the double swords behind his back with a solemn face, put on a posture and said in a deep voice, "You go first." ā€

When Zhang Yatou saw the young man's appearance, she immediately knew that she had provoked someone who shouldn't be messed with.

"Uncle Shi, you have to be careful." Zhang Yatou said a word and led a few young people to leave quickly.

The pupil of the left eye of the torture blade glanced at it casually, and then with a flick of his wrist, the moon dart with a diameter of sixty centimeters shot at the running people at an extremely fast speed.

"Damn it!" When the young man saw this, he scolded loudly, and directly took out his long sword sideways, about to pick the dart away.

Torture Blade seized this moment, his body blinked off the ground, and the hideous wrist knife on his left arm slashed at the young man's neck.

The young man never expected that the attack of the torture blade would be so swift and deadly. Unable to take care of himself, he was forced to withdraw his sword and deal with the blade.

"This cheap breed simply exists to kill people!" The young man thought in shock in his heart.

In the next second, the blades were handed over.

While! The moment he made contact, the young man felt his tiger mouth tingle.

"! That's a lot of strength! ā€

The blow was blocked, and the blade did not stop. Relying on the terrifying attack power generated by his high beastly nature, the left arm of the torture blade actually pressed against the young man's long sword, picking the young man's arm aside.

The chest is exposed. Tortureblade seized the opportunity and slashed at the young man's neck again with his right wrist.

At the moment of crisis, the young man suddenly shouted.

Bang!

Once again, Torture Blade felt his body being hit by an invisible force and flew five meters away.

The young man seized this rare opportunity, withdrew his sword, and followed the body of the torture blade flying out, stabbing the torture blade in the head.

"Fight him, there must be no hand!"

The torture blade in the air had no power to borrow, and the sharp tip of the sword appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The hand flashed silver again, and a delicate revolver appeared in the hand.

Put the gun, raise the hand, shoot, the three are done almost in one breath.

Touch! The psionic bullet struck the tip of the sword with precision. The huge momentum made the sword momentum pause, and there were also some deviations.

Seizing the opportunity, the wrist knife in the right hand of the torture blade shot out suddenly!

ā€œ****ļ¼ā€ Seeing such a sudden attack, the young man was furious. Hurriedly activate the skill again.

The flying wristblade was undoubtedly bounced off.

Tortureblade's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand slammed into it, while his left hand shot again, targeting the young man's head.

While!

The young man's combat power was indeed strong, and at this moment, the terrifying swordsmanship actually split the psionic bullet in two.

Just as the young man was proud of his swordsmanship, the wrist knife that was shocked and flew was already around him twice under the traction of the torture blade arm.

Hiss...

The sound of the wire grinding is like the roar of a rattlesnake.

"Not good!"

When the youth suddenly shouted that it was not good, it was too late. Sharp, tough psionic threads had wrapped around him completely.

The body fell straight to the ground, and the young man looked at the sky blankly and muttered, "It's over!" ā€

The other side. The terrifying moon dart is about to cut into the boy's body. A giant sword slammed the dart into the air.

Then, the lecturer dressed in a dragon spirit book looked solemn and protected several teenagers behind him.

The flying dart did not stop, but returned to the hand of the torture blade in a large arc as if it were alive.

Swish!

With a flick of his hand gripping the silver plate, nine terrifying crescent blades were placed on the plate.

Torture Blade walked up to the young man with an expressionless face and said calmly, "You've made me a little irritable. ā€

As he spoke, he raised his left arm, and the sharp and hideous wrist knife stabbed directly into the neck of the young soul statue.

There is no hesitation, no humanity!

Thump!

When Zhang Yatou and several people saw such a scene, they were immediately frightened and sat on the ground. The lecturer was also shocked. This shock was not only the skill of the torture blade, but also the ruthlessness and viciousness of the torture blade.

With the cracked particles of light, the Torture Blade raised its wrist knife.

The young man's soul was shattered, he looked at the torture blade with a pale face, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ā€

The sharp light grain thread easily cut into the young man's body. In two seconds, the young man became a bloody man.

But this young man was different from the others, and instead of begging for mercy or hysterical threats, he was calmly watching the torture blade.

But the youth's abnormality did not surprise Torture Blade, or even cause Torture Blade to have any emotional fluctuations.

The arm was raised again, and without hesitation, it stabbed at the young man's throat.

"Stop! He's—" the lecturer shouted.

But none of this could stop Tortureblade's determination to kill.

Looking at the cold cheeks of the torture blade and the eyes like an abyss, the young man grinned and said, "You will not be unjust in losing, and you will not give in in in death." ā€

Moment of truth!

Swish!

Tortureblade felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then his eyes saw his left arm detach from his body and fall to the ground.

The terrifying instinct instantly analyzed the source of the sword light, and turned his head to look, but unexpectedly found that there was no one.

Just as he was about to withdraw the wrist knife, he found that the slash just now had cut off all the silk threads that connected the wrist knife.

"Teacher Li, give Lan Lan's blood." A cold voice sounded not far away.

Torture Blade looked over and saw a woman with a long sword and dressed in white like the man.

He looked down at his fallen arm and asked, "Why don't you all get along with my left arm?" ā€

I remember a week ago, the horrible man named Thros also attacked his left arm and blew it up.

When the surrounding students heard this, they were speechless for a while.

He had a broken arm and had lost his weapon, and the first thing he said was this!?

The woman stared at the torture blade and said in a deep voice, "You are very strong, but this is not your capital to wantonly slaughter others." ā€

Tortureblade raised his right hand, scratched his bare skull, and said, "Massacre? It's not a very appropriate word. It's better to slaughter. For me, they are all prey. There's nothing special about you killing those animals. In my eyes, you are all the same as them. ā€

After hearing this, everyone present immediately gasped.

"This person's worldview and values have become so distorted that he can no longer even be called a human being." The lecturer said with a solemn face.

The woman stared at the torture blade with a cold face, and asked extremely coldly, "Who are you?" I will not kill the nameless under the moon. ā€

Torture Blade blinked, and said with an innocent look, "My name is Tortureblade." Is your name under the moon? Strange name. ā€

Yuexia slowly clenched her fists, and she already recognized that this man was the man she had met in the morning. But what she didn't expect was that the encounter scene was so direct and so infuriating.

The soul statue broke an arm, and the psionic energy quickly drained along the wound on the arm, and in the blink of an eye, a fifth was lost.

Tortureblade didn't care, picked up his left arm, and took out a silver needle from his wrist. After a flash of light, a folded serrated machete appeared on his right hand.

At this time, the blood vessels in the forehead slowly bulged, and the dark eyes gradually turned red.

The corners of his mouth slowly grinned and said, "It should be very good to cut your hand." ā€

Yuexia looked at this man's hideous face and distorted expression, and said coldly, "I don't know how a beast like you entered this Apocalypse Dragon Riding Academy, but now, I want to eliminate harm for the people!" ā€

Raising his slender and white wrist, he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and instantly turned into a dazzling rainbow and stabbed at the torture blade.

In an instant, I saw a familiar momentum in this Changhong.

"Sure enough, he's strong!" Torture Blade clearly felt that the sword under the moon was almost exactly the same as the instructor's slash just now. It's all through the kind of perennial practice that the instructor said, and the terrifying power that has been achieved.

Changhong was so fast that it was terrifying, and it didn't give Torture Blade any extra time.

"I can't catch it, I can't hide it." Torture Blade knew it in his heart.

"In that case..." The corners of Torture Blade's mouth grinned, and his expression was hideous.

Poof!

Changhong easily pierced the head of the torture blade, as easily as a sharp sword piercing a piece of tofu.

There was a click, a cracking sound sounded, and the soul image quickly cracked.

Yuexia's eyes were full of coldness, and she didn't have the slightest intention of sparing her hand in the face of the torture blade that the soul statue was broken, just like the torture blade had just treated that young man.

In two seconds, the soul image of the torture blade completely disappeared.

Phew!

A faint eagle cry came from the long sword, and the sharp long sword sword light flashed, slashing directly at the head behind the torture blade soul statue.

"Surely we will die." Seeing such a scene, the lecturers and instructors in the distance did not have any intention of stopping them, and made their own evaluations calmly.

"The shattering of the soul image will cause a great burden on the spirit, if the soul image is not lifted normally. Not only will the mind not be able to be liberated again within three hours, but even the whole person will be completely out of strength for an hour. ā€

But in the midst of this incomprehensible Sumeru, the torture blade not only did not show any fatigue, but even launched a separate spiritual weapon with a naked body.

While!

A piercing thud sounded suddenly.

The sharp and terrifying sword sliced through the silver shield for a full five centimeters. Nearly cut the sturdy shield in half.

The terrifying force of the shield was transmitted to the blade's body, causing the skeleton of his whole body to creak and rattle.

Blood flowed from his mouth and ears, and his brown face turned pale as paper.