At the moment when Venason's mind turned, the masked man on the far right took the initiative to rush forward and chanted a sad poem, as if putting one in the middle of a funeral poem.

"Every time dusk sinks on the horizon!"

"The white mist is in the wilderness!"

"I know!"

"It's time to send her away!"

"Send her to the burier!"

"Send her back to the kingdom of God!"

"Return to the Lord's arms!"

"Into the ...... of Samsara"

The chanting echoed, and the opponent struck with a straight punch, and Venason almost lost the power to dodge, and the strong wind carried by the fist passed by, directly shattering the stone pillar not far behind him.

Fortunately, the spiritual power has a certain resistance to this kind of poetry, and it is not in the direction that the chant is facing, otherwise the punch really can't be dodged.

Venason glanced at the broken stone pillar behind him with apprehension, and frantically calculated the explosive power of the punch in his mind.

The conclusion was that if the knot was hit by such a punch, there was a high probability that he would lose his ability to fight.

It's really a terrifying existence, but what kind of way is this cleric, it's a little too powerful.

"Can you hear me, Venathan?"

"Carl?"

With the skills of a mathematician, Vinason turned two heels and distanced himself with his body.

"Listen to me, this is the Sequence 3 Bard of the Pied Piper's Path, an extremely terrifying transcendent path, his poems carry multiple transcendent powers, not only to strengthen oneself, but also to influence others, be careful."

The bard of the Pied Piper Route?

I seem to have seen this blasphemy card on the bronze bookshelf of the old royal court before, and it is ranked 16th in the pathway.

It's just that the collection records at that time only indicate that it is an extremely romantic transcendent priesthood.

Anyone who touches this card, even a butcher who slaughters pigs and sheep in the slaughterhouse every day, can become an idyllic poet and make his voice full of charm and make people unable to extricate themselves.

Until then, Venasson's impressions of this romantic route had come from the bronze bookshelves, but he had no idea that it was also skilled in martial arts and the impact it had on the creatures around it with different styles of poetry.

To put it simply, this is simply a violent poet.

"I know, his voice almost took control of my body just now."

Venason stared at the masked guy with an extremely elegant body posture and immediately responded to Carl.

"But fortunately, he should have only been promoted for a long time, and he doesn't know much about the power of the sequence of blasphemy cards, and when fighting with this kind of transcendent, you must close your ears with spiritual power, and you must not listen to the sound of his chanting."

"I'm now being watched by the Path 3 Puppeteer and the Path 3 Dawn Warrior among them, you have to be more careful yourself, especially the fourth person, he didn't show his transcendence, I can't tell which way it is."

After Carl finished speaking, he could clearly hear the nervousness in his speech, as well as the heaviness of facing a strong enemy......

As his thoughts flickered, Venathan's eyes dimmed again.

With Ron seriously injured and incapacitated, Lilith had just touched the transcendental, and she could barely cope with Ollie's half-ass, and in the face of a genius who really touched the transcendental, there was no chance of winning.

That is to say, he and Carl, one person has to deal with two people!

This time it is more cautious, this kind of enemy is more than one level stronger than the previous Ollie to Henry and others.

"What are you whispering? Can you tell me as well? ”

The man in the black and red graffiti mask smiled, and sprinted to his target as he chanted.

"The white mist is in the wilderness!"

"I know!"

"It's time to send her away!"

"Send her to the burier!"

"Send her back to the kingdom of God......

In the illusory poem, the masked man once again erupted with violent force, his body suddenly tensed, his eyes full of shuddering gazes, and he raised his arm and swung his fist, blasting into Venathan's face.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Seeing the fist carrying the sound of a sonic boom attacking, Venason instantly stepped back two meters, he stepped diagonally, clenched his left hand into a fist, boxing against boxing, bombarding each other!

"Smack!"

The air exploded violently, and a trickle of blood oozed from the arms of the two men.

"Such a strong physical strength, you are not a spiritual master path? Why do I have mental power fluctuations? ”

The masked man looked at his arm in disbelief, and with the blessing of the power of poetry, he didn't expect to be resisted by the other party.

"Hehe, who said I'm not a spiritual master?"

At this moment, the corners of Venason's mouth outlined a curvature, and he saw that he didn't care about the blood on his left hand at all, he stretched out his right hand, snapped his fingers, and three cards depicting the naked goddess spun out from behind him, shooting towards the target locked by the spiritual power.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

The card was like a kitchen knife cutting board, tearing the man in front of him into three pieces, but before Venason could be happy, the man who was cut into three pieces suddenly shattered like a mirror, one by one, quickly evaporated, and disappeared.

At this moment, in the dark position of the wooden box pile a few steps away, the man's figure was quickly outlined and reappeared, only three wounds were rubbed on his arm.

How could it be, could it be that the guy just now was just a phantom?

No, no, he was obviously locked by mental power, and it was impossible for him to escape, unless he used some kind of magical item.

"I didn't expect to develop the spiritual master path to this extent, could it be that you are the first freshman in the school recently, Professor Wright's internal student?"

"You're not a freshman?"

When Venason heard the masked man's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then became more cautious.

"Hehe, we never said yes."

The masked man smiled as usual, his voice funny, and then he pressed the top hat with one hand, and raised the other, snapping his fingers as he had done the same as Venason had done before.

Bang!

He snapped his fingers, but the sound of a firearm was fired, and the smell of gunsmoke peculiar to the discharge of bullets filled the air.

"Void Bullet?" Venason instantly unleashed the power of the mathematician, quickly calculating the path of the bullet and the direction of his dodge, at this moment, he first pounced right, then rolled continuously, and finally threw a card to block the bullet.

The Qiongyu Goddess Plate is comparable to a Level 1 seal, and its toughness and hardness are far from being compared to bullets made of brass, so it is naturally not afraid of being damaged by gunshots.

However, in the next second, Venason was dumbfounded, and after the cards were thrown out, nothing happened.

"Hahahaha, it's fun."

At this moment, an abrupt voice sounded from behind him, and Venason was suddenly startled in his heart, quickly twisted his waist, and rolled to the side.

A breeze blew, and behind me, I saw a man in a black tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat standing behind him.

This is what Carl said, the fourth person who has never revealed the transcendent path?