Two large-caliber trolls are close to the face, spitting endless flames and steel balls.

It was as if two fiery lava hammers had slammed back the bone-eating clown who was trying to get up from the ground.

The soft and spotless white lead floor was instantly covered with bullet holes and wanton blood.

Of course, even if the supernatural ability is sealed, the physical quality that has been solidified will not.

The bone-eating clown, covered in blood and charred with bullet holes everywhere, squeaks like puppets in his joints, shaking his head desperately, struggling to get back up and fight back.

"Shoot again!"

"Shoot again!"

Byron and Violet didn't stop.

Standing right above its head, changing ammunition at a speed far faster than the average musketeer's hand, he sprayed two "deck cleaners" one after the other.

Let the bone-eating clown only always maintain the posture of falling from the sky, lying on the ground and convulsing indiscriminately.

No matter how hard the bones and blood of this guy are, after losing the ability to change, he is no more powerful than a curly-haired baboon.

Soon, the blood flowing from the ground had also gathered into a small river of blood.

If passers-by see it, this face is like a pair of ruthless male and female, bullying an old, weak, sick and disabled person who has opened 800 hearts and eyes behind his back.

But the bone-eating clown is not Edward the Redbeard after all.

Byron believed that as long as he shot it enough times and hit it badly enough, he would be able to kill it completely.

If one shot is not enough, then ten times, and ten times is not enough, then a hundred times.

However, just after the two squirted four rounds in succession.

Dozens of other human head balloons that fell from the sky, except for a few unlucky ghosts who had not yet had time to recover their full bodies, returned to the west on the spot because of excessive bleeding.

The other twenty or so individuals who did not need to rely on their supernatural abilities [Split] to survive all reverted to their human form and charged towards them.

There is no way for the two of them to calmly replenish the gun without distraction.

A look made contact, and the two immediately re-divided.

In the forbidden demon area, Byron has already turned over in an instant, becoming a well-deserved number one combat force in the audience.

He threw the "deck cleaning machine" in his hand everywhere, drew his sword out of its sheath, and took the initiative to kill the clowns.

"Breathe"

The extraordinary ability of [Storm Child] was sealed, and the wisps of white qi between the mouth and nose were unprecedentedly pure and strong.

The power of every muscle, every fascia, and every organ in the body is quietly integrated with breathing as the vein.

It is as if the power of a total of 639 muscles and 6 billion muscle fibers in the human body has turned into a rolling hot current in his body with his breathing.

The body of an eighteen-year-old young man is originally 100 points, and ordinary people can play 30 points to qualify.

A trained swordsman can also score up to 50 points.

But at this time, Byron can not only exert 100% of the power contained in his body.

It is even possible to use the "flow" at the operating system level to turn on the "inherent limiter" to protect the body in a short period of time to achieve overload.

Increase the original theoretical extremum by at least 20%!

Byron's eyes were sharp, and he held his sword above his head with both hands, and put on the standard [Roof Sword Pose], and his steps became faster and faster.

Zheng ——!

When his breath resonates with the strange object in his hand, the half-sword white frost in his hand, it happens to be at the best attack distance with the first clown.

Burst of Drink in the Mouth:

"Slash!"

The snow light of the sword flashed suddenly, and with a lightning-fast [Old Man Slash], the clown was slashed from the top of his head to his crotch.

The blade of steel can be easily severed, and it is no more difficult to cut its bones than it is to cut a piece of dry wood.

When the two halves of the clown's body slid to the left and right, finally realizing that he was dead, Byron had already stepped past it and met the second enemy.

The hand-and-half-sword that slashed to the limit was converted into a [hoe sword style], and the tip of the sword was picked up, and it stabbed fiercely.

Blatantly pierced the two oncoming clowns on the sword like meat skewers, and the hot blood splattered on Byron's face, adding to the ferocity.

There was a sudden sound of wind on his side, but it was another clown who grabbed him fiercely.

Byron was short at his feet and twisted the hilt of his sword.

The two clowns, who were only impaled, were immediately cut open by the blade of the sword, and their internal organs flowed all over the ground.

The death was horrible and unbearable.

Probably because there weren't enough people eating on the road, each of these clowns was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, with a mouth full of fangs and sharp claws.

But, in theory, even the weakest grotesque is of an inhuman level.

An ordinary person, or an extraordinary person who has lost his ability, is likely to be killed when facing this kind of monster.

The clown clawed down, and although he didn't catch Byron, it wasn't just the chocolate buildings that were torn apart, but even the soft white lead on the ground was scratched out of four long claw marks.

And just when it only knew how to make a move but didn't know how to retract it, and the empty door was wide open, it was cut off by Byron's lightning backhand sword.

There are four fundamental principles of swordsmanship: judgment, distance, time, and position.

[Storm Swordsmanship] Swordsmanship uses the fastest finger of "time" to make moves, as fast as lightning, and the inhuman grotesque can't react.

And slashing, thrusting, and cutting, the three most basic sword moves, all turned into magic when they reached Byron's hands.

A figure calmly wandered through the enemy formation, facing a group of vicious grotesques, but as easily as playing a group of fat pigs.

At this moment, it is like a tiger entering the flock, setting off a bloody storm.

Muskets and cannons can indeed allow transcendents to exert attack power far beyond their limits at mid and low levels.

But it violates a basic principle of the transcendent world - what will never change in the world is change!

Swordsmanship may not be so brilliant in the early stage, and no matter how high the version of "flow" is, it is often because of the low physical fitness, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

But it is the only skill that can accompany the transcendent all the way to the peak, and the higher the rank, the stronger the power that can be exerted.

Taking advantage of the location of the forbidden area, Byron firmly blocked all the clowns who wanted to rescue Koraskin's body with one sword and one sword.

Suddenly, she found that Violet behind her had no time to reload the musket, so she simply loaded the barrel with a bayonet, and was about to perform [Gun Swordsmanship] to poke at the bone-eating clown.

In his opinion, a girl's strength is too limited, and unless she can awaken the "flow", even if she can pierce the other party's skin, she will be stuck by the muscles.

He didn't know how thin his little arms and legs were, he had already tried, and with just one pair of hands, he could completely pinch the girl's slender waist.

While secretly blaming her for being too reckless, she didn't forget to point out while killing the clown:

"First, attention and total immersion;

Second, there must be a goal that is willing to pay the price;

Third, there is immediate feedback"

Probably because the surrounding enemies couldn't get used to his arrogant appearance, they all rushed up from all directions.

Spread out your clawed arms and you're going to drown him completely.

"It's good to come!"

cracking sound

Byron's body bones exploded, and his height suddenly shrank by a third.

The blade of the White Frost sword hummed, and he held the sword with the "thumb grip slot sword technique", and stepped forward with the [Roof Sword Style] and swung the sword with all his might.

An extremely fierce sword light flashed violently with his hands as the axis.

In an instant, the neck, head, and shoulders shaved all the enemies around him to the same size as himself.

Sneer——!

The crimson blood splattered wantonly, making Byron, who stood in the middle of a pile of half-cut corpses, like a killing god.

Secret Swordsmanship: No Desire to Slash: All Beings Are Equal!

All people are exactly the same, and all beings are naturally equal.

With one move, no clown can get back on his feet.

Byron turned back unhurriedly and continued to Violet:

"Fourth, because of this preoccupation, the daily trivialities are completely forgotten and blocked;"

At the same time, he took a step like a gust of wind and rushed towards the bone-eating clown who was gradually standing up because of the lack of firepower.

Not counting extraordinary abilities, this guy's body transformed by a frolicking clown is at least enough to be on par with cockroaches and even tardigrades.

Byron didn't feel comfortable letting Violet face such a monster alone.

"Fifth, to achieve self-forgetfulness"

But before he could finish all five of the essentials.

Poof!

Violet had easily stabbed the bone-eating clown in the chest.

The ribs, which were as strong as steel and could not be pierced by a bullet, could not block the thrust of the bayonet.

"Huh? Wait, Miss, you've already broken through the flow? What a coincidence, right? ”

And this level of proficiency at your fingertips doesn't look like a beginner at all.

Byron, who had previously felt that the girl's learning progress was really sorry for her genius name, couldn't help but be shocked for a while.

But he didn't have time to think about it at this time, and stepped forward and slashed off one of the sharp claws swung by the bone-eating clown.

Violet cut off the other one in a synchronized motion, nodded at him, and replied casually:

"Yes, under pressure, it was so natural to break through."

On the surface, he looked indifferent, but in fact, his cheeks were slightly red, as if he had suddenly been smeared with a faint layer of bead powder.

The iceberg beauty, who was so cold in front of the pirates that it was almost cold, seemed to have fallen into the mortal world all of a sudden.

'You said Catherine broke through in two hours, I'll tell you, even though my foundation is worse, did I actually break through the next day?'

It's been months, what a dull idiot. ’

But he said,

"It's all irrelevant, let's get to work."

Now that there are no more guys in the way.

The male and female duo simply used a bayonet and a half-sword in their hands to completely dismantle the bone-eating clown in front of them, whose blood was about to run dry.

Byron was not enough, and after priing open his head and taking out the golden ghost card, he used superb swordsmanship to cut it into the bones and flesh.

For the sake of harmony, if I have to describe that kind of scene, there is a paragraph that is appropriate:

"The butcher, come ten pounds of lean meat, without a little fat, and chop it into pieces;

Another ten catties of fat, don't be a little thin, and chop it into a cheek; Another ten catties of gold cartilage, the cartilage does not have a little meat foam on it, or it is still finely chopped into a zi"

If it weren't for the fear that if he fed the dog, it would make the dog indigestion, or even some bad accident, Byron would have wanted to try this genius idea.

Maybe it can open up a new way to deal with the undead.

In the end, the safest old method was finally adopted.

These are still squirming slightly, and if they leave the forbidden area, they may be reassembled into a good bone-eating clown's flesh and blood and put together.

Three or four bottles of Molotov cocktails were smashed into the ground, and the fire immediately ignited.

Watching the flames burn even the tiniest cell to ashes.

The other clown clones are also concocted in the same way.

It wasn't until the [Logbook] determined that the history of the bone-eating clown was completely over that Byron breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's finally over."

On the other side, Violet, who ran out of the forbidden area again, also pinched her nose and flipped a dirty trouser pocket with storage ability.

The contents were all poured out with a thud.

There isn't much value other than trick props such as cards, bombs, balloons, streamers, and so on.

It was a pile of old antiques that seemed useless in a basket, but they immediately caught her attention.

And the princess of the Wanmin saw a Wanmin battle axe that looked very old in this pile of bits and pieces at first glance!

"What is this?"

Puzzled, he found the clown captain's logbook, and just opened it and read two lines, and immediately couldn't help but exclaim:

"Byron, come and see this."