Chapter Fifty-Three: Despicable Villain

The rabbit grinded its teeth, and its agate-like eyes looked at Chen Qi, as if asking him how he could get his help.

Chen Qi didn't speak, and as the silence came, the sound of the battle downstairs intensified, and the mixed muffled snort gradually changed the face of the rabbit in front of him.

Between the entrance and the main hall, the figures of Julius and the Demon of Time appeared in every corner, fighting fiercely, no, strictly speaking, only the Demon of Time was fighting fiercely, and Julius was only bleeding this monster unilaterally.

The knife swam and staggered in Julius's hand, as agile as a swimming fish, fluttering back and forth, and every time the demon of time revealed a flaw in battle, the blade suddenly struck out from the direction that the demon of time could not fight back, or slashed or poked, turning into a small and hideous piranha to bite and tear the demon's body.

"Get out of the way!" With a snort, Julius impatiently threw out the knife and reflexively left the mansion for Gold's place, but with it came a change in the speed of time and a sharp finger that swept towards him.

The air cracked with a chaotic sound as it was pulled by the sharp blade, and the twisted currents wrapped around the tips of the fingerblades, grazing against Julius's side, tearing through his bearskin coat and sending a splash of blood flying with it.

"Hahaha, your opponent is me, Belmont!" Not caring about what was going on in the outside world at all, the demon waved his hands indulgently, and the astonishing length of sharp silver light staggered slashing, covering the entire main hall, and everything he touched turned into irregular fragments: "In front of me, you have no room to escape, be cut into pieces by me." ”

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." Julius's expression was fierce, his hand grasped the holy whip on his waist, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Come! ”

Trapped in the space of the confusion of silver light, Julius resolutely drew his whip and swung it, slashing through a brilliant light in an undodgable slash, sharp and heavy, like an angel blowing a trumpet, slaying all the sins that lingered in the world, and the whip pointed directly at the skull of the demons.

With such a powerful and terrifying attack, even the madness of the Demon of Time couldn't help but pause in his thoughts for a moment, and the soul cornerstone that formed this body almost collapsed in front of the Holy Whip, and the magic power that formed flesh and blood had already scattered like a flight for his life just in the face of this whip.

The power of a whip cleanses the aetheric vacuum.

However, the Demon of Time is not an easy person, the nature of the monster born in the city has its own sense of violence and bravery, in the face of this irresistible blow, he roared, did not dodge, raised his claws to grab.

Clang!

The sound of the clash of gold and iron echoed in a low voice, and the ten finger blades were all destroyed by the holy whip, and the majestic Julius looked at the demon of time in the fragments, and the demon of time also grinned, not afraid of the skull being beaten into a concave shape, and said with a hard mouth: "Is your ancestral inheritance so level, Belmont!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Julius's holy whip suddenly raised its whip again, and the zigzag straight line crashed like a war hammer bursting the air, hitting the bull's-eye of the demon man's abdomen, almost breaking his body, and a circle of surging shockwaves came out of his body, embedding the demon into the wall of the hall.

"What do you think?" Rhetorically, Julius wrapped his whip around his arm, turned around to support Gold, but saw that the sunlight at the gate was blocked, and the huge shadow that spread covered Julius, he looked at it, and saw that the heavily armed Gold had a hole in his abdomen, and he was weakly carried by Deacon in his hands, embarrassed like a water dog.

"I don't think you can do it." The hole in the center of his eyebrows emitted a crimson glow, and Deacon, who was impervious to sunlight all over his body, raised his arm and pointed directly at Julius and said, "The power of the Holy Whip is not omnipotent. ”

Julius raised his eyebrows, and the whip on his arm carried an unending rage, drawing a swift afterimage that swept the storm towards Deacon.

"Like, can you kill him?" Deacon's stiff facial muscles could not show a smile, but the banter in his eyes, and the gesture of calmly raising Gold as a shield, made Julius's heart start, and his arm shook at a staggered angle, and in Deacon's indifferent gaze, he struck the door beam not far behind him with the holy whip.

Laugh at!

The moment the holy whip struck the air, Deacon's five fingers and knife rushed forward, piercing through Julius's abdomen with lightning speed, and sneered, "So, you can't do it." The words were like a hammer, shattering Julius's psychological defense, raising his legs to whip the hunter who had lost the power to resist, and suddenly raised his head and said: "What, you want to try it too?" ”

As far as the eye could see, it was the two iron-blue faces of Rabbit and Chen Qi, one worried about his brother, and the other was angry at the scene in front of him.

Before the blood on the tip of his palm had dried, Deacon raised his palm mockingly and raised it in front of Chen Qi, and asked with a smile, "Do you care about it?" ”

Bang!

The explosion of gunshots, the rapid air current, brought Deacon's blood-stained severed palm, Chen Qi's gaze followed the crosshair's heart to lock the next shot to Deacon's head, and Sen said coldly: "Put down Gold." ”

"Oh, it looks like I really care." Shaking his bloodless severed palm, Deacon's mouth was raised and he said with a wicked taste: "You are a thug hired by them?" Poor substitute for the dead? Or is it just a hard-hearted magic apprentice? ”

Chen Qi's expression remained unchanged, and the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at Deacon's head: "It's enough to be harder than your head, that opaque hole should be your key point, do you want to try which one of your reactions or bullets comes faster, I repeat, put down Gold." ”

"Oh? Hahaha. As if he heard something funny, Deacon Le's waist couldn't straighten up, he didn't care that Chen Qi's muzzle was facing him, he slapped his thigh with his hand, and suddenly raised his head and mocked: "It's up to you?" ”

Bang! At the moment before Deacon changed his face, the sharp spinning bullet had already cut through the airflow, hitting the center of Deacon's eyebrows, and the strong kinetic energy dragged Deacon's body backwards.

However, Chen Qi was not happy to succeed, and his brows were tightly locked.

The moment his bullet hit Deacon, blood splattered on the ground in the mansion, and he caught the fallen Deacon steadily.

Grunt, the blood that touched Deacon's body bubbled up one by one, pouring out from the floor like a spring, enveloping Deacon who was lying on the ground without grace, and the red light in the center of his eyebrows heralded ominous progress.

Deacon continued to sneer, "As a magician, it's ridiculous to rely so much on firearms. He untied the Garand rifle behind Gold, doubled it, looked at the mysterious modern weapon, and threw it aside with disdain: "Firearms can't save your life......

The aftermath echoed, Deacon's body gradually sank with the blood fountain, and he escaped into the space that Chen Qi couldn't catch up with Gold, and the unfinished ridicule revealed Deacon's undisguised tyrannical murderous intent towards Chen Qi.

If he recovers, he will probably kill himself as soon as possible. Having come to this conclusion, Chen Qi walked to Julius's side and quietly looked at the man who seemed to have only one breath left: "Can you continue to fight?" ”

"......" gasped, Julius frowned, ignoring Chen Qi, who was talking strangely, and tried to stand up: "Catching the magician is undoubtedly to hold a sacrificial ceremony, and you must find a way to catch up with Gold." ”

It's no problem to be able to speak, Chen Qi nodded, and said to Julius: "Borrow your name and use it." Without waiting for Julius to answer, he turned and walked up to the rabbit and said, "Help us catch up with Deacon, or I will have to let your brother go to the burial of Gold." ”

The rabbit's ears kept curling, as if he was doing an unusually strong psychological struggle, Chen Qi leaned over and picked up the Garand rifle on the ground that was abandoned by Deacon like a piece of, and put it behind his back, and said to the rabbit again: "This kind of simple two-choice question, you think about it for a second and an hour in essence, but for the person who is captured, every extra second is one step closer to death." ”

"If you help, Julius' whip won't kill your brother, and we won't need you to deal with Deacon." Chen Qi stretched out his right hand and put it in front of the rabbit: "Isn't I, who has chosen to sign a certificate with you, much stronger than that bastard who chose Fangcai, you should decide to help me, the rabbit who can control time, death waits for no one." ”