In an instant, Pippen bounced off the ground.

It was as if the potential had burst out of his body, and he swelled all over. In an instant, part of the body's bones shattered under the brutal movement, but the movement was incredibly fast.

Like a huge iron ball flying past his body, Ye Qingxuan's eyes went black as soon as he saw a flower.

In his stupor, he felt himself hit a wall.

In the moonlight, Pippen's body leapt into the air, clutched the black chest, and threw it into the darkness with the force of turning.

Then, in a rage, the wolves leaped up from the ground and tore him to pieces. But in the brutal hunt where the bones were broken and flesh was flying, the black box rolled over, stumbled and fell, and finally rolled to the end of the street, at the feet of a man.

A huge silver wolf followed the shadow, but the man looked at the silver wolf's hideous ground hole, smiled, just bent down, and reached out to press on the black box.

- Collapse!

In an instant, a deafening explosion erupted in the black box.

In the violent sound, an invisible force, like an iron hammer, instantly smashed the head of the silver wolf into the bluestone slab under his feet, and the blood splashed on the black box like mercury, staining a white corner.

On the black box, the crack slowly opened, and finally completely turned into powder. The clarinet fell delicately into the hands of the comer, and after a pop, it no longer trembled, as if it had returned to the place it was supposed to be.

"What a pity, Wolf Flute. ”

The visitor took off the top hat on his head, revealing his white pupils: "Good trap, but unfortunately it didn't work for me...... Do you regret killing an innocent person by mistake?"

He seemed to be very old, his face was wrinkled, and he didn't look like a thirty-year-old middle-aged man as Wolf Flute said, but there was a cold light in his white eyes, which was even colder than the wolves. If bestiality gives fear to man, then the almost unjustified violence and coldness can freeze the soul.

"Sorry, no. ”

Amid the howling and surrounding of the wolves, the voice of the wolf flute was heard: "He was dead when you controlled him with 'worms'. ”

On Pippen's shattered skull, in his ears, a black leech-like creature swam out of the blood water, it had been parasitic in Pippen's brain, and now it crawled out, swimming rapidly in a pool of blood, dragging a line of blood to the feet of the Rainmaster, and finally wrapped around his wrist, quickly hardening, turning into a strange bracelet.

Bu Yushi lowered his eyebrows, as if admiring the worm bracelet on his wrist, and sighed softly: "You see, I paid a huge price in exchange for this reward. It has helped me through a lot of hardships, including this one. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around at the scenery with a look of surprise and admiration: "It's unimaginable, I ran after you so far, and I didn't expect that 'it' would be hidden by you in this ridiculous town." ”

"With me, you can't take it. ”

Voices came from the darkness, as if coming from all directions.

"I don't dare to carry such a terrible thing with me, I was ordered to destroy it. ”

Bu Yushi suddenly laughed: "In the same way, I can also ......" He paused, and the clarinet in his hand suddenly raised, and there was a terrible sound:

"-Destroy you!"

It exploded like a dying scream, and when the scream spread, countless boiling sounds followed. The sea breeze danced wildly, and the sound of the tide became indistinct. A huge amount of aether awoke at the sound of this scream, converging into a tidal current, coming from all directions, plundering all water vapor.

The air suddenly became extremely dry, and even the breath carried a scorching tingling breath, but then, a miserable white mist spread from under the rain master's feet, and the thick and suffocating fog spread in an instant.

The fog engulfed the streets, blurring everything.

Immediately afterward, the water droplets appeared out of thin air, crashing into the mist like a torrential rain, like arrows. Everywhere we went, everything was robbed of temperature and condensed with a layer of hoarfrost.

In an instant, the fog shrouded in torrential rain.

The silver wolves let out a long howl and rushed into the mist, but they lost track of him and couldn't find where the man was.

Shifting musicians are best at manipulating changes in the nature of objects, unleashing storms and frost, and crafting flames and iron walls. Of all the musicians, they are the best to go on the battlefield because of their destructive power!

Now, the clarinet whispered, and in an instant it finished a small knot, summoning a suffocating fog and rain and a cold that could freeze the average person instantly.

"Tsk, I hid in my turtle shell again. ”

The wolf flute foamed, and its animalistic eyes stared at the mist and rain.

- Cromer Variations. OP74, whose name is 'Rain Devil'.

But the most dangerous thing is not this...... Far from this......

So, he needs to be on full alert.

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But in the fog, the clarinet sounded.

It was as if countless people were choking in the rain and their voices spread, like weeping and complaining. It was in this bleak sound that there was a scream like an iron bee flapping its wings one after another, as if a ghost had been summoned and hovered in the mist.

In the mist, an endless torrential rain suddenly gathered, and a piercing screech was born from it, easily cutting a large hole in the neck of a silver wolf.

The silver wolf's skull was broken, hanging around its neck, tumbling in the rain, and being completely sliced apart by what followed it.

Eventually, the silver wolf dissipated. All that remained was tiny pits that pierced deep into the ground.

In those pits, there are slender pieces of iron.

The pieces of iron embedded in the earth and stone still emitted a scorching light, but when they were freed from the mist, the heat disappeared, as if the heat had been sucked away by the mist, and returned to the source.

That's one of the reasons why 'Rain Goy' is known as a killing score, and through several different combinations of notes, it is capable of producing a nearly irresistible destructive effect - 'Burst Iron'.

The fog wasn't dead, it was a living thing, and the reason why it spread cold was because it was constantly extracting light and heat from its surroundings. All the light and heat are drained away, and then burst out as those iron sheets of 'medium' fly out.

No amount of armor, nor the walls, could stop the impact of this force.

If someone is hit, I'm afraid it will be interrupted in an instant, right?

With a loud bang, the upper and lower bodies will say goodbye to each other.

Or the whole person becomes a pile of minced meat.

This is the most dangerous place for the rain master, because he is the best at it...... It's murder.

The music continued, and the sound of the rain became more and more intense, carrying extremely thin pieces of iron, and shooting in all directions. The Iron Piece easily severed the Silver Wolf's neck and four claws, killing them to their crumbling.

But in the desolate music of the wolf flute, the jackals sprung up from above the earth.

As if there were no limits at all, the summons of the Wolf Flute were constantly emerging from the void...... That's about the size of an entire wolf pack.

These giant wolves, almost as tall as a man, are not normal creatures, they are born of the aether, they have no danger, no blood, no tiredness, and no fear.

And with the playing of the 'Nay' recorder, they swelled again, revealing a strange ice blue, but their bodies became more and more ethereal, as if they were about to dissolve in the mist.

"Don't hide, honorable Mr. Wolf Flute!"

In the rain and mist, the Rainmaster suddenly roared, and a flash of light swung through, slicing through the walls, causing the masonry to collapse and countless clouds of dust flying. In the dust, the wolf flute in the shadows finally showed its traces.

Pieces of iron that passed through the wall flew down his throat, leaving a striking trail of blood.

"Wheelchair?"

Bu Yushi strode forward: "When did you like this sissy thing?"

The pieces of iron flew with a scream, like arrows bursting from a crossbow, densely converging into a torrential rain and spraying forward.

The wolf flute leaned suddenly, and the two wheels of the wheelchair slid on the ground, and after turning in a circle, it slid backwards. The rain of iron passed by him, leaving a honeycomb-like depression in the wall, and the rubble flew out.

"Wow, don't say it. ”

The wolf flute raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly and patted the armrest: "This thing is easy to use, and it's convenient for me to be lazy, it's super easy to use! ”

"Save the playful love story until you go to hell with it. ”

Bu Yushi raised his withered face, and on a pitch-black eyeball, representing the miserable white contraction of his pupils:

"--That's the end of the nonsense!"

In his hands, the clarinet was raised to his lips and played a sharp tune. The white mist shuddered suddenly, tumbling and boiling, until finally turning into a blood-like scarlet.

Sanguine?!

"Breath of boiling blood?"

The wolf flute cracked its mouth and rubbed its teeth like a beast: "This kind of playing technique of feeding the ether with blood is really the style of your group of cultists." ”

The sharp and poignant performance suddenly rose to a height, and the red mist danced wildly, and countless rains flew and collided in it, and the sound of rubbing against each other was like thunder. In the sound of thunder, six blazing flashes suddenly lit up.

They were thin, sharp pieces of iron, and they gained the speed of arrows in the whirlpool of rain, and they whirled with a trembling sound, like an evil spirit screaming.

This is a 'blasting iron' that could only be shot alone, and they are mixed in the rain, converging into a bundle, and when fired, it will shoot out like a fan, making people have nowhere to escape in a small space.

But now that there are six ways at the same time, even if the wolf flute that has been teasing the other party on his lips sees the scene in front of him, he can't help but feel numb in his scalp. The evil method of boiling blood and breathing is sometimes ...... It's really enviable!

Why isn't there such a convenient way among the precept musicians? Even if you can't burn other people's blood, you can still use your own blood.

The wolf flute's eyes were envious.

threw six rounds at a time, and the guy who didn't do it well paid a considerable price. It's a pity that no matter whether this kind of performance is crazy, or it is naturally cautious about strong enemies, it is super super super super difficult to do.

After all, when it was attacked a hundred meters away, there was only one piece of iron that caused the wolf flute to be severely damaged!

And now, in a wheelchair, with nowhere to run, and the buzz that echoed in the air sent chills to his body - it was the sound of an exploding iron about to be fired.

Under the tremendous pressure, he could only blow the recorder in his hand with numbness.

In the next moment, the sound of the wind and sand dancing wildly was shattered by the crackling and screaming, and the iron pieces brewing in the rain and fog flew out. The pieces of iron that had already been rubbed into crimson were released in an instant, and the terrifying kinetic energy and heat destroyed their bodies in an instant, turning them into even more terrifying iron sand.

The iron sand burned through the mist, pulling the blood mist and shooting out forward.

In an instant, hundreds of fiery spikes stabbed out of the dancing blood mist, sinking into the stone slabs and walls, and knocking them to pieces with ease.

The terrifying afterheat spread, setting off a miserable white vapor.

But in the water vapor, the voice of a silver wolf roared loudly.

"So, I'm a genius!hahahaha!!"

As the six silver wolves pulled hard, the wheelchair rushed out of the fog like a sled.

The half-blooded wolf flute laughed wildly and sat firmly in the wheelchair that was about to fall apart. I'm afraid no one thought that this neurotic would be able to seize the last moment, transform his wheelchair into a sled, and escape from the six-round fan-shaped blast iron strafing.

In the speeding wheelchair, the wolf flute sighed, pulled out the pendant-like vial around his neck, flicked the cork with his fingers, and then tilted his head and drank the liquid from the vial as if it were in his throat.

The moment the ice-blue liquid entered his throat, he trembled all over, his skin turned pale, and blue-purple veins swelled and emerged under the skin, intertwining into a chilling web.

The bloodline network is in rhythm, and it is rhythmic and incomparably regular...... It's like a beast digesting blood and then releasing a burning flame. A faint light lit up from the wolf flute's eyes, and it was a blazing electric light intertwined in his eyes, making people dare not look directly.

"Damn, that's a big loss. ”

The wolf flute murmured in a low voice, as hoarse as a piece of iron, and he took a deep breath and blew the recorder suddenly.

Just this time, there is something powerful in the music, like an illusory sound condensed into substance, eroding this false world. It's a cold night, but it's madly hot.

Immediately afterward, the wind from the desert fell from the sky, destroying a bleak wind and cold rain.

The coldness and resentment in the air were swept away by the hot and dry wind. The sound of the recorder spread like a sweep of wild sand, and the place where it passed suddenly gave people the illusion of a dry mouth and a scorching sun.

The muffled sound of the grinding of the sand and gravel drowned out the mournful cry of the 'Song of the Rain Devil'.

Under the moonlight, a huge wolf king suddenly appeared, it was more burly than its kind, and it was more ethereal, like a reflection in the water, and it would disappear in the next moment.

It did disappear.

Bu Yushi's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly retreated, but the wolf king appeared again, behind him.

His body shuddered and he lowered his head sluggishly to see the huge gap in his waist. It was a wound that was torn apart in an instant by the ghost-like wolf king.

In the moonlight, the wolf king spat out the flesh and internal organs in his mouth, and looked back at him slowly, his translucent body ethereal as he turned around.

"Hades, messenger?"

The screaming came to an abrupt end, and the rain master murmured hoarsely, lost his soul.

The wolf king returned, disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, there was already an extra piece of flesh in its claws, and half a rib. Eyes look down on their prey arrogantly. And the rain master is simply ...... No ability to resist!

As the wolf king flashed again, the dull sound of flesh tearing rang out.

Bu Yushi covered his exposed internal organs and fell to his knees.

The winner is decided.