ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

On the high platform, dozens of samurai were rushing towards Xiui.

Magic chanting takes time, and spirit burning can ignore the level gap, but not the number of people. Approaching and killing opponents quickly is a principle that every samurai understands.

Even if the previous samurai lost their combat effectiveness due to the soul spell, the subsequent samurai still took this opportunity to attack it.

However, no one expected that the mysterious boy who was still an ordinary magician one moment would suddenly start a close melee battle like a samurai in the next moment, like a tiger rushing into the samurai crowd like a flock of sheep and killing him.

Their opponent is not only an alchemist, a magician, but also a samurai.

Having been taught by two top samurai, Lancelot and Pagett, even in terms of fighting spirit, Xiu Yi is only a second-level samurai, but in terms of combat skills, vision, and the use of combat skills, Xiu Yi has long surpassed the category of ordinary samurai.

The thick and blunt heavy sword was supposed to be a slashing attack, but when it was cast in Xiuyi's hand, it showed the lightness of a wind.

The heavy sword gently blocked the slash of a samurai, and his body made a gorgeous arc turn, and as he passed the samurai, the blade of the heavy sword had already cut the throat of his opponent, stirring up a guine of blood.

At the same time, Huey's mouth continued to chant a heart-pounding incantation:

"The intersection of time and space, the closure of the giant wheel and the key, the horizontal and vertical windows of time and space, the ethereal and uncertain door, the empty and realistic world, open for those who summon!"

His left hand made a strange six-pointed star gesture, and the next moment, when at least three samurai roared to his side, they were surprised to see that the other had mysteriously disappeared. At the same time, a faint figure appeared behind the samurai.

The heavy sword slashed, and the head of a samurai flew into the sky.

"Teleport instantly!He'll teleport instantly!" someone shouted in a mournful voice.

"Void Slash!" Xiuyi's voice was as calm and accurate as his human being.

By the time the samurai had turned to the rear, Xiui's figure had disappeared again, returning to its original position.

The sword swept away, and the three previous samurai were cut open by a sword, and their internal organs were mixed with blood and flowed out, and they looked at Xiui with disbelief as a ghostly figure.

"This can't be! How can he teleport himself continuously?!" shouted the samurai.

"Ahh

They saw that behind the crystal curtain wall, blood flowers were like fountains**, and a golden boy was pursuing dozens of samurai, and launched a fierce counterattack.

On the stage, Turandot's performance has entered, and the melodious sound of "Nobody Sleeps Tonight" sounds.

As if in response to the gorgeous and moving tune, the golden boy's combat posture is elegant and moving.

As if dancing the lightest waltz in the world to the beautiful music, the tall open-air platform is used as a stage to show his strength, and he shows his amazing and perfect killing skills with almost light dancing.

The murderous methods that make you feel creepy when you think about them are so graceful and wonderful in the hands of this teenager, as if they were a fine work of art in themselves, a cold and murderous work of art full of blood.

It's a soft, slow-turning waltz, but it's played by a messenger of death.

It's an elegant and gorgeous court dance, but it's performed by a murderous and ruthless killer and a corpse he has created.

All those who knew him, or those who didn't, were shocked by Xiuyi's cruel, calm and graceful murderous methods at this moment, so that the girls of the Violet Song and Dance Troupe, who were singing loudly, were also stunned to look at the gorgeous and bloody scene behind the curtain wall, and lost the grasp of their voice.

Daisy exclaimed a creepy aria directly, and Lan Ti's originally light steps became heavy and dry in front of Xiuyi's round, smooth and fluctuating steps.

"Oh my God, is that Fink?" someone whispered. Even from a distance, they could see the cold and handsome face of the killer.

"No, it can't be him. Fink, that can't be him. Daisy covered her mouth in horror.

Only Clarice, sighing and looking upwards, knew that it was Finkdanito, or Huy Glare.

Her eyes were full of resentment.

- The long-planned slaughter unfolds mercilessly on the open platform, and Xiu Yi uses his sword and magic to prove his strength.

Most of the warriors of the Brownie family are junior samurai, and there are only a few second-level samurai, so it is impossible to compete with Xiu Yi, who has the Void Slash technique.

Blood splattered on the platform, and wails stirred everyone's heart.

Every time a samurai fell, Claude's heart felt like someone had choked him.

No one had ever told him that the fugitive alchemist was so powerful.

He obviously only has the strength of a second-level samurai, and his magic level is not high, but it is by using these primary abilities that he has created a miracle of killing.

If someone had told him that an alchemist could kill his clan warrior so easily, he would have thought it was a lie and nonsense, but now, someone really used the sword in his hand and the blood of his men to tell him that rank has never been so reliable, and that even a weak sheep can be fiercer than a lion if used correctly.

No, his opponent is not a sheep.

(Compared to his fierce samurai, the young boy looked like a weak antelope alone in the face of a pack of fierce wolves.) But it's not the wolf that indulges in the thrill of killing. 1) It's a desperately ironic and the most incredible joke Big 6 has ever had. An opponent who was able to wield a low-level martial art to such an extreme attack energy and unfold it in such an elegant way, Claude couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be if this boy had more power in the future.

It's ridiculous that he is still hoping to get his property and try to kill him.

And now, he buried all the samurai in his family almost all at once.

By the time the last samurai fell to Shui's sword, there was a deathly silence on the entire plaza platform.

All the nobles looked at the young man who had been gentle and elegant just now.

After the murder of the angry lion just now, the young man's face finally showed a sense of exhaustion.

But there was excitement in his eyes.

It was a feeling of exhilaration, the feeling he had been waiting for for a long time, the first step of success in the counterattack against the empire.

Looking at Claude with a provocative gaze, Huey asked softly:

"You...... Is there anyone else?"

Claude's heart sank to the bottom of the lake in an instant.

The samurai on the periphery of the magic cover are being attacked by Abrite, and the samurai on the platform have been killed by Xiu Yi like chopping melons and vegetables, and the Brownie family is facing an unprecedented crisis at once, and Claude knows that after this incident, the Brownie family may not appear on the stage of history again.

Offended Lord Abritt, no family can continue to be at ease in Fragrant Leaf City.

Claude raised his head with a wry smile, and he looked at Huey:

"Hue Igler, it's me who underestimated you, and the Brownies underestimated you. But I'm sure that no matter how strong you are, you can't be a match for Lord Abulit. I can't explain all this to my lord, but I can't let you go. Hehe, maybe you don't know Lord Ablit's temper and methods, and the people who offend him, no one can never end well. ”

Hue smiled slightly.

He withdrew his blood-stained heavy sword, his golden head fluttering in the wind, and Xiu Yi stepped down from the high platform and said proudly:

"From the moment I came here, I didn't care about him Abrite. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. I waited for him to come up, to fight him to the death. ”

On the stage, Turandot's plot is moving towards **, the music is beginning to become majestic, and Xiu Yi gently hummed "Nobody Sleeps Tonight", but the killing intent in his eyes is more and more chilling.

He stepped on the mud and blood all over the ground, and the dead bodies in that place, and danced merrily on the spot.

Bloody footprints gradually appeared on the ground, as if to confirm its dance steps.

Everyone's eyes froze at this moment, as if time had stopped flowing......

The sound of the drums stirred up a tremor in the air, as if striking on people's hearts.

It was the drum trumpet of the Tatar prince in Turandot as he was about to go to the guillotine.

Although the performances on the stage continued, people's minds had completely flown to the open platform, where the aristocracy lived.

A tall figure, draped in a purple cloak, walked step by step down the winding staircase.

Every step seems to be imprinted in people's hearts.

The Lord of Fragrant Leaf City, the sixth-level spatial department ** master Ablit, finally appeared.

After Xiu Yi used a magic cover to cut off his spatial teleportation, His Excellency the ** Master could only use his own feet to complete the heavy responsibility of rushing here.

Behind him, a large number of samurai, also from the Brownie family, lay in pools of blood. The killer's methods when this ** division is angry are also absolutely merciless.

Faced with the magical shield that separated everyone from getting on or off, a wave of appreciation appeared in Abritt's eyes.

Through the shield, he looked at Xiuyi, who had stopped dancing and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Abritet held up a finger and pointed it at Huey, which pierced through the magic shield and into the cover, aiming it at Huey.

He said, "You're the one who stole my stuff?"

Xiu Yi made an elegant bowing motion: "Xiu Yi Glare greets Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Good, good. ”

The next moment, Abrite strode into the magic shield, as if the shield had no effect on him.

Interestingly, at the same time he entered, this magic cover was not damaged in the slightest, like a blister, with a strong self-healing ability.

After Abrite entered, the two men looked at each other with a look of curiosity, appreciation, and a thick murderous aura.

: This sentence is quoted from "The Demon Thief".