One after another burst of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun, but it could only chase the afterimage of the target. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

While working hard, Muscher was able to take Beicang to make a teleportation-like dodge move.

Until the ammunition ran out, Erdonino failed to hit Kitakura and his killer.

She felt helpless, and under deep self-blame, as if she had exhausted the essence of her whole body, she suddenly sat down on the ground, covered her face and cried bitterly.

Suddenly, Muscher cried out: "Why hasn't you shown up yet?

Damn the crumbs, what about your despair? And pleading, reluctance, fear, attachment, hatred, reluctance......

Where are these things that make up beautiful works of art?"

With Mushel's last hysterical roar, Beicang was thrust against a wall of the dome with a thud.

Her face was distorted, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, her lips trembled, one hand shook the dying Beicang vigorously, and the other hand pulled out a large mass of organ flesh and blood from his stump, and at the same time shouted hoarsely: "Why don't you scream?

Beicang opened his eyes vigorously and smiled faintly: "I said that with me, you won't get anything."

Physically, you are far stronger than me, but you will never be able to truly defeat me, let alone make me submit!

Sorry, not everyone is willing to be a craft of death! Not everyone wants to satisfy the desires of people like you!

Even if we are small and fragile, even if we are dead and dead, we still have the last dignity!"

After saying this, Beicang calmly closed his eyes and slowly stopped breathing.

Since then, the only three remaining students in the S30 dormitory have all died under the clutches of Mushel.

Everyone was terrified of Mushel's obscenity, and even more mourned for the tragic and fearless death of Beicang.

The audience was quiet and depressed, only Mushel was sobbing softly: "Obviously it should be shown, why?

Kobado was only stunned, stiff unconscious, even the intact North Warehouse failed, why are you so unbehaved? Why don't you want to be an artist?

Isn't it perfect that the instructor has said that he has done it so many times before? What's wrong this time? What went wrong?"

Muscher was still talking to himself, when suddenly, a strange man's voice sounded out of thin air: "Hehe, what's the matter?

Artists are right, art works are even more difficult to find, what are you afraid of a little failure? Isn't it okay to continue your creation? You will eventually find something worth savoring!"

Hearing this, Mushel, who was on the verge of insanity, seemed to have found the backbone, a stupid smile appeared on his face, his wings shook and he rushed into the crowd like a sharp sword.

At this time, where did the rest of the people dare to be polite?

Ling Yuemoxibustion shouted loudly: "Don't mess around, try to get together as much as possible!"

Everyone seemed to feel a faint fragrance on their faces, and Tinel, who was not far away, walked slowly towards everyone, stretched out an arm, and said as he walked: "Please, save me, who will save me!"

Ah Miao was about to ask, but saw Tinel's skull mask crack into several petals and fall down with a click. Then a few thin lines of blood appeared on his frightened face, and then the whole person fell to the ground like a pile of collapsed building blocks without taking two steps, becoming a pile of flesh.

Mushel's intoxicated voice sounded: "Well, that's right, it's a bit of art." ”

At this time, Atia, Vosby, Ling Yuemoxibustion, Liuhualan, Umbrella Shi, and Zhangping, the five people and one demon had completely abandoned their previous suspicions, plus Kande, who had lost his right arm, the seven people stood in a circle back to back, nervously alerting to the surrounding wind and grass.

Mushel showed his figure not far away, and smiled contemptuously: "Oh, ah, are you going to rebel against me too?

As soon as the words fell, Mushel's figure instantly blurred, and a single-winged figure appeared out of thin air in the middle of the seven-person defense circle, and the previous remnant of Mushel was slowly disappearing.

An irresistible force burst out from Mushel. Atilya, Vosby, and Ling Yuemoxibustion were unsteady on their feet and were shocked and flew away. And Kande, Liuhualan, Umbrella Poetry, and Zhangping were pulled in place by another diametrically opposed force.

Kander knew that he would not be lucky this time, so he resolutely ignited the mental force field, and at the same time shouted, "Run, I'll hold her back!"

Then he erupted in a frenzied wave of energy and rushed towards Mushel.

Mushel was dismissive of this: "Suicide is also a kind of despair!

Well, that's it, it's good to finally be able to enjoy the perfect work of art.

Secret Technique: Chrysalis!"

As she spoke, a large shield of colored energy appeared out of thin air, enveloping herself and the sudden Kander at the same time.

In the eyes of others, the energy shield looked like a giant chrysalis.

After a few moments, the chrysalis shrouded in energy slowly vanished.

With a thud, Kander's lifeless body fell at Mushel's feet, his face full of reluctance and fear. This voice also resounded in the hearts of everyone who was still alive.

Kander's sacrifice has declared to everyone that all hope of survival is completely shattered.

Just imagine that even the self-detonating psychic force field can't shake this female demon, what else can stop this killing?

The single wing on Mushel's back seems to have grown in a circle, and the color is more vivid, and it looks extremely colorful. At the same time, the sharp-eyed person found that on the other side of her back, there was also a wing outline, but the phantom was not an entity, and it was faintly not very clear.

The two wings of one real and one virtual flapped slowly, and Muscher was suspended in mid-air, his arms folded around his chest, tilting his head and laughing: "How do you three want to die?"

Hehe, a work of art, it's supposed to be diverse, right?"

Although the only three people left in Kander's team were from the Ji clan, they were just fledglings sent out by the clan to test, where had they experienced such a completely one-sided, slaughter-like battle?

The youngest Liuhua Lan first collapsed completely, her whole body trembled like chaff, and she said incoherently: "You, don't kill me, I beg you, let me do anything, just let me go."

Oh, by the way, my grandfather is a car edge empty, you should always know the Ji clan car edge empty, right? Kill me, you will definitely not survive!"

Zhang Ping stretched out a hand and pressed Liuhualan's shoulder, and sighed: "Senior sister, are you stupid? Don't say that everything that happened here can't be spread at all, even if it does, what can it do?"

This is the trial of Azsaka, we came here willingly, how can the clan pursue revenge for us who died in the trial?

Little junior sister, don't be afraid, be brave, on the road of reincarnation, I will accompany you!"