Thick shadows draw a circle on the ground.

There are complex patterns inside the circle, forming a special circular array.

The dim light undulates, the shadows spread, and the green garbage bins are covered.

Bang bang, clang, clang...

Weird noises came from the trash can, as if there was an unknown beast hiding inside.

Ye Zhen's left hand, palm facing up, gently raised it, "Get up."

A stream of gray air rushed out from the mouth of the trash can, and the plastic lid broke with a snap and was thrown into the corner.

The gray-white airflow quickly diluted, turning into a light gray mist as light as light smoke. The ladder was wrapped around it, and it poked out section by section.

The five fingers of that hand are closed together, firmly clasping the top horizontal bar.

The broken wrist was dripping with blood, fine bone stubble was embedded in the flesh and blood, and half of the milky white fascia hung down.

Ye Zhen took a step closer and suddenly pulled out the ladder.

The surface of the log-colored ladder was covered with mottled bloodstains, scrawled and messy. You can imagine what kind of inhuman treatment the owner of the Halfhand had suffered.

With a bang, Ye Zhen dropped the ladder and held the severed palm in one hand.

The broken palm is a right hand with a ring on the index finger.

The ring is made of light silver and dotted with prismatic rubies, which looks quite precious.

With a gloomy look on his face, Ye Zhen twisted the ring and took it off.

He twisted the ring and looked at the inside of the ring carefully against the sunlight.

The faint indentation revealed a line of small and graceful words, which read: "To my dearest Lu."

Ye Zhen's whole body was filled with an aura of terror, suppressed and condensed, just like nuclear fusion, accumulating the energy contained in his emotions.

The restless air rustled, not loudly, but as dense as rain.

Feeling her man's anger, Su Qinjue did not give any words of comfort.

She was in a secret state, her eyes as cold as the silent moon hanging high in the night sky.

"This ring was given by Lu Feng's dead lover. To him, it is the only treasure in the world. He will never abandon it easily."

Ye Zhen nodded slightly, "Lu Feng's strength is balanced in all aspects, he has many methods, and there are many taboo items. He has no obvious shortcomings, but he encountered such an unexpected event, which shows that the enemy's strength level is not low, and the number is also high."

Dominate."

Su Qinjue lowered her head and took a cursory glance.

The ladder was lying flat on the ground, like a corpse that had gone through a cruel battlefield.

There were no fewer than fifty slash marks from swords, more than a dozen bullet holes, and two bloody bullets were left on both sides of the handrails of the ladder.

call out!!!

A dart pierced the darkness inside the trash can and headed straight for Ye Zhen's door.

The tail of the dart dragged a bright silver flame, and suddenly a high-intensity light cluster erupted like a solar flare.

The sneak attacker had long expected that Ye Zhen would not be injured by the darts, and the first feint attack only temporarily deprived Ye Zhen of his sight.

A gap of 0.5 seconds? No, it should only be 0.1 seconds.

Peak level 4, the strongest among demigods. Such a strong person cannot be overestimated.

Ye Zhen closed his eyes, expressionless, and tilted his head slightly.

The dart almost brushed against his temples, but didn't even scratch a hair.

In the blazing light, two figures that merged with the light flashed past.

Ye Zhen's auricles moved slightly, his two index fingers came together, and his sword fingers were stretched out like lightning.

Poke! Poke!

Two human bodies appeared out of thin air. They were wearing masks. They were indistinguishable from male to female. They were less than 1.6 meters tall and stood frozen in place.

The blue thunder crackled softly, the nameless fire was ignited, and the flame heart glowed with a magical golden glow.

In just one second, the two attackers collapsed to the ground, their bodies charred as black as coal.

Bang bang bang~ bang bang bang~

With gentle movement of her slender palms, Kusanagi strolled into the alley and stopped seven meters away.

His left hand passed through his inner lapel, and the half of the ronin uniform fell down to his waist. His arms and exposed chest and abdomen were wrapped in white bandages, with only the palms exposed.

His skin color is blue and black, his knuckles are thick, his fingers are extremely slender, and his proportions are extremely disproportionate.

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, Kusanagi Yuu's eyes flashed with a green light.

Sonorous!!!

The blade was unsheathed and he swung his arms, looking like a demon wielding a mace.

Huh~~huh~~huh~~

The blade cut through the air, and the light green crescent-shaped blade flashed thirty-six times in an instant.

The terrifying power is superimposed, and the sword is not fast, but it squeezes out all the dodge space.

Ye Zhen shook his head incomprehensibly and changed his sword fingers into snap fingers.

There was a crisp sound, and the glimmer of light on the nail cap of the middle finger extinguished the power and energy of the sword.

The rolling wind was like a sharp blade, rushing towards him like a wave an inch away from his front feet.

Brushing, brushing, brushing...

The invisible force scraped away the dirt on the ground and penetrated the low walls on both sides, leaving behind devastated gravel and drifting smoke.

"As expected of you, Mr. Ye Zhen." Kusanagi Yuu moved his front and rear legs away from each other and made a backward lunge.

He raised the knife above his head with his left hand, with the blade pointing upward and the tip forward. He put the fingers of his right hand together and gently held the back of the knife.

"It's a standard dental protrusion, but it doesn't do anything for me."

Ye Zhen stood in the dazzling light, still not opening his eyes, but he seemed to be able to see everything.

Kusanagi Yu shook his head slightly, his wavy hair falling down and brushing his shoulders.

"I am the only one who dares not face the strongest existence among demigods."

After the words fell to the ground, his two palms stretched out from the ground and clasped Suo Yezhen's ankles.

Kusanagi Yu seized the opportunity and flew close to the ground, intending to pierce Ye Zhen's neck with the tip of the knife.

The short dwarf with the hedgehog head raised his head, raised his face, and opened his mouth.

The scarlet tongue shot out like a bee sting.

The tip shone with a dark green light, as if hanging from some kind of venom.

"Seeking death!" Ye Zhen snorted softly, the thunder trembled, and the thick arc spread, forming a ball lightning.

The arc-shaped electric light turned into a dragon and snake, holding Yu Kusanagi's teeth in its mouth.

嗗嗗~~嗗嗗~~

The electric current was conducted through the blade. Kusanagi Yuu's left hand was different and slightly resistant, but he had to withdraw the sword and retreat.

Low on the ground, the dwarf with its head exposed was not so lucky, and its long flesh was wrapped in ball lightning.

His tongue was frozen halfway, his palms were numb and unable to feel the pain, and he could not open his mouth to cry out the pain.

Ye Zhen looked down at the dwarf, his eyes shining with murderous intent.

Suddenly, a golden spear flew from the dark passage of the trash can.

"There are quite a lot of people." Ye Zhen whipped the dwarf on the head.

The dwarf tilted his head and hit his temples against the ground.

Ye Zhen took advantage of the situation and took three steps back. The black umbrella tilted downwards and pressed the top of the umbrella against the tip of the golden spear.

The scratching sound of chains that made people feel sour was vaguely heard, as if it was coming from far away in time and space.

A golden chain emerged from the tail of the golden spear, and the chain rolled continuously, like a fully wound gear.

The knight in gold armor grabbed the gold chain with his left hand and quickly rushed out of the trash can, kicking his legs in the air.

Amidst the continuous bangs and bangs, he jumped up high and his body overlapped with the moon in the sky.

The lunar yin transformed into the sun, and scorching light emerged from the surface of his armor.

The halo of light flowed and gathered, finally condensing into his eyes hidden under the mask.

Long strips of citrine are located in the eyes, igniting blazing golden flames in the golden light.

The knight in golden armor pulled the chain, retracted his spear, and raised it high:

"Sun Fire!"
To be continued...