- In the final laboratory, the sound of sword light and the sound of musical notes bursting sounded one after another.

The slender nine-foot-long blade popped out of the professor's sleeve and landed on the ground, like a snake swimming, intertwining layers of cold light like a dream. The notes engraved on the blade of the sword kept lit up, and people couldn't help but be dazzled and confused by it.

If you fall into it, I'm afraid that in a trance, it will be shattered to the ground, right?

"By the way, do you think I've improved a lot?"

Compared with the last time he fled in embarrassment, this time Ye Qingxuan dodged much easier.

With the reading and interpretation of the pronunciation, as well as the transformed 'iron bones', this guy has the strength to move between the blades and notes, and the trash talk is constantly coming out of his mouth in an attempt to distract the professor.

"I'm sorry, it seems that every time we meet, I accidentally ruin your good deeds, but if you want to open some, right?

You see that I was put on such a scene by you, I am not angry at all, and I just saved you regardless of my previous suspicions.

We're all 'old friends', can't we sit down and talk?"

"Old friends?"

The professor smiled, "Your friendship is really hard for me. ”

"It's okay, you people who have no friends and are lonely all your lives, I can understand that. ”

A cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes: "--After I hang you naked, we will be good friends forever." ”

In the intertwined blades of his sword, he took a sharp step forward and threw himself into the gorgeous cold light, as if he wanted to embrace death.

The professor's robe trembled slightly, and the blade of the sword bounced up like a snake, dancing, and entwined Ye Qingxuan layer by layer. It tightened at his fingertips, wringing him to pieces.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his palm towards him, and on his arm, the bland black arm armor released a scorching red light!

Boom!

The 'sigh' finally cooled down, and once again unleashed a frenzied shock!

It seemed like an instant. The balloon was popped, and the blood-filled air suddenly expanded, forming a strong wind pressure that swept in all directions.

The hurricane swept and bounced open the tightened blade, Ye Qingxuan's fingers tightened instantly, and the two fingers clamped the flying blade just right.

The shock rushed into the nine-foot blade, causing it to tremble wildly and shatter inch by inch. This dangerous weapon, which required extreme skill to wield, was almost instantly out of control under the high-pressure destruction from the 'Sighing Blade'.

Under the hood. The professor's pupils tightened and he retreated, but the boy's eyes lit up with schadenfreude.

In the next moment, a black river of resentment and hatred that had gathered countless transformational bodies spread out from his sway, accompanied by a mournful melody, and suddenly wound towards the professor.

He had been waiting for this gap for a long time.

In an instant, the professor's movements stagnated, and Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief. But in an instant, I felt dizzy in front of me.

Memories poured out uncontrollably from the depths of the brain.

It was snowing heavily. The lit hut, the flame that burned away the tears.

"Little leaf, don't be afraid. ”

Someone whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid of ......"

Ye Qingxuan's body stiffened, his eyes turned black, and the sensations of his limbs and body were rapidly being withdrawn and quickly deprived.

Until now. He finally understood: the blade and notes just now are just a cover-up, and the real killer is the melody that bursts out when the blade shakes!

He hid the music in the screams that broke through the air!

But this stiff feeling is very familiar, and the guilty past keeps coming out of my mind. Breathless, like drowning in a black river.

Visual distortion, olfactory interference, somatosensory deprivation, auditory control......

This is...... This is......

This is Black Friday?!

In an instant, he suddenly realized, and stared blankly at the professor in front of him, who were drowning in the dark river that the other had called.

Immediately after that, the same action is repeated, reversing the melody, disassembling the intervals, breaking the control, and dispersing the influence...... At the end of the day, at the same time, it is detached from the abnormal mental state.

Coincidentally, the two wanted to attack first and gain the upper hand at the same time, but they forcibly pressed back, just looking at each other with wariness,

"Ye Qingxuan?"

The professor's voice drifted into his ears with the wind:

“...... Is it really you?"

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's pupils contracted:

"Who the hell are you?!"

The professor was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Who am I? It's just a homeless demon. ”

He lifted his finger and lifted the hood that obscured his face, and the illusionary darkness that lingered beneath dissipated, revealing his true face for the first time.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of his jaw dislocating, and almost thought that he had fallen into the other party's illusion again.

The crime brains of Avalon, the shadows and demon musicians of the lower city, Professor Moriarti...... It turned out to be a woman!?

It's just a woman, but this charming and beautiful face has been seen before!

"That's what a professor really looks like, how? ”

On that slightly pale cheek, her eyes were like the silhouette of the moonlight, quietly staring at the young man in front of her, and her thin scarlet lips hooked up a pleasant smile.

I have to say that she is indeed the only beauty Ye Qingxuan has seen in her life, just smiling is enough to make people lose their souls and can't take their eyes off.

"But how could it be you?"

Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself, but the ethereal illusion mist gathered again, covering that face again.

"I think we have more important things to focus on than that, right?"

She sighed and looked in the direction of the laboratory door, where the roar had faded and the melody of destruction played by the Royal Orchestra was close to her ears.

The flames, rays, and frost of the Changing Faction tore apart the barriers, and they rushed towards the very core, and the ferocious phantom beasts of the summoning system followed closely behind, extinguishing all living creatures.

The smell of blood in the air grew thicker and thicker, and there was not an inch left behind where they were, whether it was a mad mutant or an innocent doctor, they were all cleaned up without discrimination.

This is the royal 'instrument of extermination', a decree of destruction that can only be issued when polluted villages and towns are cleaned up.

Appearing here today, I'm afraid the royal family really wants to kill them, right?

"I'm starting to regret why I didn't just kill you. ”

She glanced at Ye Qingxuan: "It's too late to leave now." ”

"Eighteen. ”

Ye Qingxuan released the Nian Line Detection, and before the Nian Thread was cut off by the turbulence, he roughly detected the location of those people, and his brows slowly furrowed.

The group of people was really strong, not sparing an inch at all, and it seemed that there was a revelation musician in the center, and the complicated forks in the road and the dark environment did not affect them in any way.

Eighteen of them, divided into six teams, each team leader exuding strong aetheric fluctuations, including three resonance-level musicians who have broken through the barrier of knowledge.

This kind of lineup is completely enough to destroy a town and scorch every inch of dirt.

"I'm afraid it's more than that. ”

The professor shook his head and looked at the shattered dome above his head: "Robin, they dare to perform a blood sacrifice in the Arkham Mental Hospital, and I am afraid that they have also prepared a way to deal with the royal musicians in advance......"

Before he could finish speaking, a drop of pitch-black mud fell from the crack in the dome.

Thumb-sized mud fell to the ground, snorting, and the mud splattered on the ground, forming a palm-sized stain, but there was something faint in that stain that squirmed.

It's like a cavern leading to some dark place, with a foul-smelling wind blowing out of the stains, bringing with it a roaring chant.

This is the first drop, followed by the second, the third, and finally the rain that falls one after the other. Not only the cracks, but also from the floor under his feet, from the cracks in the walls, there was this strange 'mud' that quickly seeped out.

If this continues, I am afraid that they will soon have no place to stand!

"Here we go. ”

The professor's eyes turned cold:

-- Mournful songs. (To be continued......)