Click.
That can only be felt by Brahma.
There was an extremely slight sound of the machine opening and closing, and the five fingers were instantly locked in the tight metal finger buckle.
The blue insect crystal driver was continuously releasing its energy. .
The gears are rotating and the bearings are transmitting.
It is like a beast that chooses people to eat and finally releases its sharp fangs.
The black lightning has bloody lines.
It swallows not only energy and air, but also the enemy's fragile body. annihilate Fading away, without sound or shadow Qi.
That's the cry of broken muscles and broken muscles Boom.
This is the vibrato of a heavy object falling to the ground Silence, the whole world is only silence.
The cheers are gone, the curses are gone, and the waves of sound that have been repeated so many times that they give you a splitting headache are gone.
In the stands, all the spectators were stunned and unable to restrain themselves.
Under the stands, all the contestants were silent and had solemn expressions.
The cracked earth opened its big mouth, like a silent mockery to everyone.
Zhao Qiling's pupils were dilated, and the strange orange-yellow vertical pupils were flickering looming.
Like a subject kneeling before a king, he knelt in front of Fan with his proud head lowered.
With two strikes, just two strikes, Fan almost destroyed all of Zhao Qiling's ability to resist.
There was no pity or anger.
Fan, who finally broke free from the illusion, had only a confident and indifferent expression.
He gently raised his right hand, and the terrifying and squirming muscles contained a fatal power of termination.
"Vision is a very good ability, but your presence can only make it dusty."
Van Gogh raised his right arm and without any hesitation threw the finishing punch.
"No" Zhao Qiling suddenly raised his head, and his strange vertical pupils turned into a thin line at this moment.
Fan's finishing blow suddenly went awry, and even his heartbeat stopped for half a beat.
Because what appeared under his fist was a face that he could never have imagined.
That familiar face, his signature grin.
"boss" There is also an exclusive title that only he will use.
Art, that's Art The familiar voice of "Boss, Boss" was sometimes far away and sometimes near, just like his face that was far away and sometimes near at that time.
Fan Ben wanted to grab his body, but what he touched was not a soft human body, but a blazing sword blade puff The bright yellow sword blade instantly penetrated his right palm until it was completely gone.
The blazing high temperature instantly scorched the flesh and blood tissue.
"What are you waiting for?
Kill him!"
Zhao Qiling yelled in pain.
He was almost at the end of the road.
The severe trauma to his body and the strong consequences of overusing his abilities had caused his strength to begin to decline seriously.
And as the price of the absolute vision that he had forcefully activated, he had not yet been able to fully master it.
Although this helped him save his life at a critical moment, it also used up all his energy.
After hearing Zhao Qiling's order, most people frowned and hummed.
They were not tools of the Zhao family.
But when they finally thought of the mission they shouldered, they still suppressed their boredom.
After looking at each other, they finally rushed towards Fan at the same time.
And Van is still immersed in that illusory world.
Art's vivid expressions and those familiar actions are all trying to prove that he is a living human being.
But Fan knew clearly that he was not in Art, and these were all false.
Art was dead, to the angel of death, and in front of his eyes.
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This was a fact that no one could change.
Zhao Qiling used the power of vision to mobilize Fan's memory, fabricated Art's face and voice, and blocked other visions and sounds.
However, this was not a complete and absolute vision after all, and it could not completely deceive Fan. brain.
At this point, a force of anger that he had deliberately suppressed finally burst out uncontrollably.
Playing with fire, no one can blaspheme the dead Art.
His volcanic eruption of anger instantly destroyed all of Van's sanity.
The world of mirrors was shattered, and Zhao Qiling could no longer maintain this power.
However, when Fan finally broke free from the illusion, what he faced was endless punches and attacks.
Rumble Continuous roars accompanied by the dark crowd completely drowned out Fan Na's lonely figure.
The cracked earth is more like the tragic scene after an earthquake, with deep ravines enough to swallow up fresh life.
And in the very center of the ravine is dust.
The flying dust obscured the vision of most of the audience, and they were eager to know the final result.
Although it is not glorious to win one against one against fewer, it is still much better than losing completely to the Angel of Death.
The power displayed by this young angel of death shocked everyone time and time again.
So much so that some people started to associate him with the Angel of Death who caused the insect wave ten years ago, but it has to be said that there are some amazing similarities between them.
Hatred makes people blind, so this angel of death must die
However, when the dust finally settled, what appeared in front of them was something that shocked and even frightened everyone.
A skeleton.
A terrifying skeleton with white bones.
The hard white bones are pieced together finely, like the most precision welded steel armor.
The bone seams full of streamlines are like the most exquisite works of art in the world, perfect and cruel.
Those barbs that are as fine as shark teeth and spread all over the bone line are like the most efficient files, eager for those fresh flesh and blood.
On the ferocious and terrifying bone surface, the bone horns bent in the opposite direction are savage and desolate, more like the unique symbol of the advanced Zerg race.
The broken black robe fluttered in the wind, like the cloak of a demon king on his way to battle.
Under the protruding brows, there are deep-set pupils as pure as blood crystals.
At this moment, those narrow and blood-red eyes are more like red flames burning with monstrous rage.
"The last thing you should do is become like him."
The cold and hard friction seemed like a sigh coming from the darkest abyss.
However, what no one can ignore is that hidden under the ice, Liquid and fiery anger Stab.
The right hand covered with bones pushed the lightsaber inserted into the palm of the hand to the end.
The friction between the two made a metallic squeak.
Click.
The bones hold the flesh and blood, like a giant mouth that selects and devours people.
Roar, smoke, shatter, die.
A waterfall of red rain pours down, and the pungent blood is nauseating.
Annihilation is like an ancient monster that has awakened, and the blade that flows like lava is bathed in the sweet rain of blood.
Broken flesh and tendons, dripping with blood, hang upside down on the scarlet blade.
Those meandering drops of crimson are the sinful blood flowing through it.
Zhao Qiling died without pain, or he suffered extreme pain before his death.
His corpse, no, it can no longer be called a corpse.
That lump of meat-like stuff was attached to a metal frame, and they were no longer distinguishable from each other.
And the only thing left intact was his head that was driven mad by extreme fear. bass.
The skeleton gently pulled out the lightsaber in his hand, as if doing an ordinary thing, with the blood staining his clothes and bones red. sword dance This easy blow knocked back all the enemies around him.
No, to be precise, to him, they were just a swarm of ants.
A swarm of ants swarmed up but could not bring him any substantial harm.
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And that crazy head was held in his left hand without knowing when.
Snap.
There was a soft sound like the breaking of porcelain, and the white of the brain and red mist splashed all over the bones and cloak, like the finest paint in the world.
"Let's get started."
The coldness and anger of the friction froze and burned everyone.
There was no cheering, no response, or even sound.
Whether it was the audience, the contestants, or even the senior family members who had already determined the outcome, all they could have at the moment were expressions of silence and extreme shock: