"My eyes are the stars! My heart sounds ......"

Claude staggered back with a wail, his drowsy eyes filled with fear.

He didn't even fight, just by virtue of the slight confrontation in the illusion, his heart voice had been destroyed by the professor!

After losing his heart sound and his internal organs, his realm was suddenly knocked down to the resonance level by the professor, and he returned to the category of a third-order musician.

If you don't hurry to find a chantor to heal you, not only may you never return to the resonance level, but even your internal organs will be in danger of necrosis!

"Gross!"

His face turned blue and white, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and he was seriously injured!

In the distant sky, Ye Qingxuan sensed his situation, so he gloated and laughed: "Cousin, get ready, we'll race his cold arrow." ”

This posture is so punctual, if you don't make a shot, it's a bit of a big loss!――

In the middle of the scene, the whole picture changed abruptly.

The dead professor disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by the Chainsaw Monk, whose head had been torn apart by the Dragon's Blade, but the Sword of Sigh in his hand sank deep into the white-faced woman's chest.

In her hands, the snake-scale twin swords were gone.

Greentooth lowered his head sluggishly and saw the two staggered blades on his chest.

Behind him, the shadow holding the twin swords in his hand showed an eerie smile.

"Thank you to the House for your warm greetings, and for the uninvited guests. ”

The professor slowly drew his twin swords and danced them skillfully in his hands, striking the standard royal swordsmanship.

Under the reflection of the hallucinatory moonlight, the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile:

"-I've been waiting for a long time!"

Qingya's face suddenly turned hideous, and the two pierced sword wounds on his chest squirmed and tightened!

For the black musicians. The destruction of the flesh has nothing to do with the overall situation! The former Buyu Master is especially likely to turn the tables after being eaten by the musical instrument and the whole person is blown up to a blur of flesh and blood!

He didn't say a word, the bone bagpipes on his arms screamed again, and his body changed towards the demon's range. The furious dragon's blade lit up with runes.

In an instant, he appeared behind the professor as if in a flash, and the dragon's blade swept through, slicing through the professor's head.

But the professor's figure shook and disappeared.

His face changed, and he instinctively tilted his head.

Burst!

The serpentine scale sword stabbed through his jaw again, and the cheekbone partially stabbed out, leaving a bloody hole through it.

Instinctively, he swept back, forcing the professor back, and quickly retreated. yelling, "Claude, help me dismantle the illusion!"

There was silence on the other end of the heart-to-heart connection.

"Claude!" his face changed: "Claude, where have you been?!"

Claude didn't speak.

I don't know when, the heart connection, broken.

The last thing he heard was a scream-

Half a second ago, Claude's face changed.

For some reason, a strong uneasiness suddenly flashed in his heart, and he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to detect the source of the crisis.

Can be immediately followed. In the thick rain, there was a muffled roar, and the walls shook. The icy bolt pierced through the wall and struck him in the chest like a viper.

Collapse!

There was a crunch.

A looming shield appeared on his arm, ricocheting the bolt away. But the force of the impact almost made his arm unconscious.

In an instant, cold sweat oozed from his back, and the biting killing intent made his scalp tingle.

"Who is it?"

In the darkness, Claude clutched his right arm in horror. Curled up in the corner: "Who's outside!?"

No one responded, and then there was another jolt of the wall. There was a strong sense of crisis again, and he didn't even care about his demeanor, and rolled hard in the dust.

A crossbow bolt grazed his calf and shot into the wall. Through the mouth, only a hole the size of a small thumb is left, which is shocking!

Outside the empty house, on a roof, in the rainstorm, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and received the induction from the reading line, the weather of the rainstorm, the water vapor was filled, it was the perfect time for Bolero!

Beside him, Bai Xi was half-kneeling on the ground, with a heavy crossbow on his shoulder, and the crossbow that had changed greatly was aimed at the empty house below, and the rain splashed on it, and there was a kind of chill that penetrated his heart.

"One point to the right, a little lower......"

Ye Qingxuan reported:

"-Shoot!"

Bai Xi's body shook, setting off a layer of rain, and the crossbow arrows shot out silently, drilling a straight hole in the layers of rain curtains.

Everywhere I went, the rain was blowing.

The silver bolts were like lightning, and in an instant, they swept over a long distance, pierced the walls, and were silent.

Only Ye Qingxuan sensed the enemy's embarrassed appearance.

"The power of the crossbow is too outrageous, isn't it?

"Who knows, maybe it's my good quality!"

Bai Xi snorted twice, and pushed his elbow against him: "Don't ink, hurry up, hurry up, I just found the touch, where is he hiding?"

"Two points to the left, keep the height, he hid in the corner ......"-

In the dilapidated empty house, Claude's premonitions of crisis flashed one after another.

Without thinking, he tumbled out of the corner, and then a crossbow bolt grazed his ear and nailed against the wall, buzzing and vibrating.

The high-pitched, cold sound pricked his eardrums and gave him goosebumps.

Although he was severely injured by the professor's head-on blow, the unreasonable intuition of the Revelation Musician was still in him.

Instinct is full of a keen sense of all killing intent and crisis.

It is said that the 'peepers' of the Apocalypse faction can even sense their names when they reach the level of scepter, and know what is relevant before and after.

Lethality and force are secondary, perception and insight are the ability to enlighten musicians to settle down!

But it can't go on like this!

Claude's face distorted: a revelatory musician was suffocated in a corner! he couldn't even find the enemy's location! In this way, he would only be consumed in passivity.

Those damn killers, is it the professor's arrangement? Hide out of your own senses, and let yourself die like a rat in the gutter.

"You're dreaming!"

His eyes were blood-red. I took a deep breath and felt a sharp pain in my internal organs. But in the pupils of his eyes, the shattered stars converged again.

In the starlight like a candle in the wind, he temporarily regained the power of the Eye of the Stars, but at the cost of further deepening his injuries!

In the dying starlight, he looked around. Instantly, it dawned on me: "Is it because of this?!"

In the starlight, dim lines of water vapor crisscrossed the empty house, forming a dense network.

He was in this snare, like a worm, and could not escape.

His pupils followed the line of thought and stretched outward, his gaze piercing through the wall, instantly sweeping through the storm and locking onto the two figures.

When he saw the aether fluctuations on their bodies, his originally frightened eyes instantly calmed down. Contempt:

"Although I'm seriously injured, two rhythms want to kill me?

His expression was grim, and he clenched the silver maiden in his hand - even if he was severely injured, it didn't mean that he couldn't mobilize the power of the ether!

This is the difference between a real musician and a rhythm class, as long as you have a good instrument in hand, there is a qualitative difference in combat effectiveness!

When they perform the movement, they don't even need to play it live, and they don't need any time to brew. As long as the entire chapter is sealed in the instrument in advance, you can wake up at any time!

Even snap your fingers. It can cause a torrent!

"If I had the brocade of heaven—"

He whispered the secret words, and in his hand, the bone flute 'Silver Maiden' let out a scream in response to the call!

The music enclosed in it is awakened

It was like the wind howling through the flute, bringing a long, cold sound. In the gradually sounding sound, there seems to be a cold wind howling, and the winter snow is cold!

Noiseless. The water vapor line froze in mid-air, frozen, and shattered silently!

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan lost his senses.

And in the middle of the empty house, hoarfrost spread from under Claude's feet. Instantly covered all sides, turning everything pure white.

It was as if a wind tunnel had opened, and a knife-like cold wind whistled out with palm-sized pieces of snow, swirling around him, exuding a chill.

Sharp flakes of snow sliced through the walls with ease, and shattered another bolt that came again.

This is not a pure energy change released by the change system, this is a blizzard suite from the summoning faction!

The musician who created it was an ingenious genius, and instead of raising demons in his head, he simulated celestial phenomena - huge celestial phenomena were packed into his brain, and the ether gave them power, and in the end, it almost evolved into a natural disaster.

Although he was destroyed by the fantasies he unleashed in his final attempt, he had already carved out a new path in the summoning faction, and with the addition and completion of later generations, he formed a system.

Although they are Apocalyptic musicians, most Apocalyptic musicians will also study some other faction's score to protect themselves in times of crisis.

This is the precious movement that Claude redeemed from the royal after entering the resonance level.

Under the melody of the melody, the aether will form a field of ice and snow around the musician, like a super-large shield.

In the realm, foreign energy attacks are diluted and frozen by layers of blizzards. Enemies who approach will be reduced to a pile of crumbling ice under the erosion and cutting of the wind and snow

And its greatest strength is......

- Fly!

Rumble!

The roof of the empty house was suddenly lifted by a huge force, and his body actually rose from the ground and flew into the sky!

The wind and snow rolled back, exuding the cold of the sky, freezing and splitting countless water droplets, and it had reached a height of more than ten meters in an instant.

If Claude is still resonant, through the resonance with the world, the climate of the entire neighborhood will be changed by him!

Now, above the sky, he has entered an invincible position.

"It's flying, cousin. ”

Bai Xi muttered to himself: "It's the same as you say......"

Ye Qingxuan smiled without saying a word, slowly raised his cane, and Bolero's thoughts extended from him again, spreading in all directions.

The mournful melody faintly rang out. (To be continued......)