The crisp and melodious sound of metal was like the jumping of spring water, and the metal wires were like water droplets that filled half of the park. The tips of the wires were like fish hooks, piercing into the surrounding environment, tough and firm, or nailed into the cement floor.
, or get into tree trunks, or wrap around flower beds, seats and street lights.
In the darkness in all directions, countless silk threads were woven into dangerous nets, covering the prey.
The street lights are dim and can occasionally illuminate a small area. At this time, you can see cutting filaments flashing like a swarm of fireflies in mid-air. Their number has completely exceeded a hundred.
Beside the fountain, the beholder's legs were spread out in an arrow-like stance, leaning slightly across his body. The cross sword in his hand was held in an upright position in front of his chest, with black flames rolling over to cover most of his body.
His cloak has been blown off by the strong wind, and his long blood-red hair is dancing wildly. The black straps block his eyes, and the naked eye cannot detect the surrounding situation. However, there is always a cold and vague gaze staring straight ahead, projecting towards
Amos.
Tens of meters away, Shota, who was suspended three meters in the air, turned into a young man. His height increased to 1.8 meters, revealing the outline of his long and well-proportioned muscles. His half-long black hair was tied behind his back by metal wires, forming a ponytail.
The braided and round-frame gold glasses reflected the moonlight due to the angle, making them look white.
Yamos spread his legs and stood on two slightly shining metal wires. He tidied up his white gloves and looked condescendingly at the beholder diagonally below.
"I feel the murderous intention in you. Do you want to kill me? Hahaha, the facts will only be contrary to your wishes..."
The beholder seemed to be smiling slightly.
"Of course I want to kill the famous God of Death. When you were at your peak, you made our organization miserable. You hunted five core members continuously for ten years, which is impressive enough. But it's a pity that you are already old. This situation
Can your body still support entering the third stage? I'm afraid it will collapse just as soon as I step into it." He squeezed the hilt of the sword: "What's more, the Spiral Eye Sword is in my hand, an ancient combat treasure that is very important to my colleagues.
You don’t know how much the strength of level opponents has increased..."
锔锔锔!
There was a sudden metallic roar in the air, and Yamos was caught off guard. He jumped down from three meters in the air, and swung his hands in front of his chest like wolf claws.
"Secret technique, heavy rain!"
The silver metal thread is like violent rain, carrying extremely ferocious tremors and cutting force. It slices through the air and flies towards the beholder! A whole house will be cut apart at this moment!
"Secret Technique, Red Flame Flower!"
The beholder stepped back suddenly, and the slightly raised heel suddenly exerted force. The whole figure swayed and turned like a dance, and the cross sword in his hand also started to wave.
A spiral sword flower is formed above the body.
Black as ink, jumping like fire.
Each petal is like an icy sword cutting through the sky. They are densely packed together to form a fire flower.
As for why the color is clearly black, but the prefix is crimson. It's because under normal circumstances, when the beholder's sword passes through with red flames, the enemy will be instantly dismembered by the crazy sword light.
The pieces of meat, meridians, and blood exploded into a red mist.
It can be seen that this move is extremely lethal.
Ding ding ding ding!
The Spiral Eye Sword collided with hundreds of Arashi's threads rapidly, causing a series of tooth-wrenching friction and cutting sounds.
In the golden and red sparks that exploded in a flash, the dense sword light and the continuous collision of metal wires offset each other. The powerful cutting and trembling force was entangled with the strange black flames.
The beholder seemed to be enveloped in golden fireworks, and his hands quickly chopped out afterimages, creating arcs in the air. His whole body exuded a scream that ripped through the air, and at a certain moment, he suddenly sprinted forward, a
His feet shattered several floor tiles.
The whole person almost turned into a black straight line, running straight towards the body of Yamos who was fighting with hundreds of metal wires.
"Secret technique, bone-eating!!!"
The spine of the beholder's body curved as it ran wildly, like a tough bowstring that was tightened, accumulating huge power.
Whoosh!
He stabbed out with his sword and it seemed to turn into a shooting star.
The moment the body rebounded, the beholder's entire arm, including the Spiral Eye Sword held in his palm, turned into an arrow.
Ding!!!
A dense metal grid blocks the front.
The eye sword was still thrust forward, and the park suddenly resounded with a sharp metal friction sound that could almost pierce the eardrums! Nearly a thousand silk threads in all directions were tightened by a huge force at the same time. They trembled loudly and moved towards Ya
The center of Moss was pulled and retracted. Long, narrow and deep marks were plowed out on the ground, street lamps and chairs were dragged and cut off, a small half of the white stone fountain was destroyed, water poured out, and more than a dozen trees were broken at the same time.
In a remote corner, Simone, hiding in the shadows, had his pupils constricted. A dozen meters in front of him, there was a silk thread wrapped around a two-meter-diameter flower bed. With the impact just now, the metal wire actually cut the flower bed into two pieces horizontally.
Half. The upper part and the lower part are misaligned, as if they are two rings.
On the left side, two more silk threads were pulled back. A black car parked on the roadside was cut into three large pieces.
Cement and metal seem to be as fragile as tofu.
It would be easier if this was done on the human body.
And this is only one percent of the destructive power shared by the collision between the two. It is difficult to imagine how terrifying the two people who can fully bear the force on the frontal battlefield have such terrifying fighting strength.
"Is there really such a big difference between a fighter level and a fighter level? I have also discussed with the martial artist level elders in the sect, and the gap does not present an insurmountable terrifying gap. So there are only two
A possibility…”
Simeone completely put away any trace of pride in his heart: "Either the elders in the sect have taken into account my identity and kept their hands. Or those two are fighters among fighters, the best among the best..."
"Judging from past experience, it is obviously the second one."
He suddenly looked up and saw two entangled figures flying backwards from each other, as if they were fighting each other.
The man in black robes on the left was gliding at low altitude, like a meteor flying close to the ground. The long sword in his hand suddenly plunged down, and it suddenly sank one-third of the way into the ground, providing huge resistance. Even so, the beholder was still powerful
It flew more than twenty meters. The Spiral Eye Sword also plowed a long and narrow mark on the cement floor.
On the other side, Yamos was trapped by a large metal net behind him, and the silk thread was stretched to the limit. Two tree trunks used as fixed supports could not support it and were torn apart.
Stupid!
The spiral eye sword was drawn out from the ground and pointed diagonally to one side. The beholder stood tall and walked towards the opposite side step by step.
"So... Death God Yamos, you have really aged over the years. After fighting with me for so long, you still refuse to enter the third stage. My guess is right, your body can no longer support it. Once
If you try to return to your peak condition, you will collapse!”
He walked forward slowly, his two unusual eyes staring in the direction of Amos. Thick black mist was evaporating all over his body, like a ball of pouring rain.
It is the mellow aura of a top fighter, which is expanding in all directions like water, showing a wanton posture. As both fighters, one can easily feel the emotion of that person from the opponent's aura. Now the beholder aura
Three messages were revealed: unbearable, excitement, and murderous intent.
"Yamos, today, I will give you a ride!"
After he finished speaking, he ran forward boldly. The big sword in his hand dragged a black arc in the air.
Thirty meters away, Yamos's body was pulled up by dense threads, his head drooped slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that in the collision between the God of Death and the Beholder, the incomplete God of Death finally fell into a disadvantage.
.
On the one hand, he was injured and depressed, but on the other hand, he was filled with murderous intent and momentum. At this moment, it was clear that the winner was about to be decided.
Simone held his breath and watched this scene excitedly.
The beholder rushed towards Yamos like a ball of black light.
Suddenly, the corner of Yamos's mouth curled up, and he raised his head: "Your analysis is good, don't do it next time..."
His whole body stooped down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, he turned into an old man, with a face full of old wrinkles, a thin figure, and gray hair. It seemed that he was struggling to move, and his hands were very slow when pulling the thread.
It was obvious that he looked like he was about to die, but the beholder's heart was ringing with alarm, and his muscles all over his body were tense and strained.
"The third form of the God of Death! The black mechanism butler at his peak! He can clearly enter, but why has it been useless in the series of fights just now! Something is wrong, something weird!"
At this moment, the sense of crisis deep in the beholder's heart almost burst out. The uneasiness and danger were approaching rapidly.
"Eye field!"
He instantly activated the maximum power of the Spiral Eye Sword. The spherical accessory at the end of the sword's handle, an eyeball-shaped metal ball, released a strange red light. The huge and terrifying energy expanded and exploded like a mushroom cloud, sweeping a large area around it.
The night suddenly fell into a void, the moonlight faded away, leaving only pure darkness. It was as if we had arrived in the void of the universe.
There was only one crimson pupil suspended in mid-air.
Those were the eyes of the Spiral Eye Sword, and they were also the eyes of the Beholder. Under the gaze of this illusory pupil, everything around him became slow motion, and all noise was filtered out.
The rolling gravel, the friction of leaves, the rotation of airflow, and the collision of threads all disappeared in an instant. Only one sound became louder and louder, that was the dull and heavy footsteps.
It was like an elephant running wildly in the wilderness.
Every time I stepped on the ground, it seemed like there was an explosion.
The red eyeball in the sky immediately looked in that direction. Since it was from an overlook, the beholder could see the whole thing. A huge hole was knocked out of the park wall at the edge, and then the whole forest seemed to be destroyed by a blast.
A bulldozer fiercely shoveled out a straight cavity tunnel. The earth spattered violently, trees fell, and the holes were as big as millstones when stepped on.
As time slows down from the perspective of the eye, one can clearly see that the splashing soil, fallen leaves and the whistling air flow form a human-shaped cavity. Tracing all the way back through the cavity, the beholder saw himself, as well as the violent beast fifteen meters away.
Muscle Golem.
The man was running at full speed, and his entire figure suddenly reached a terrifying height of two and a half meters. The rock-white muscles all over his body were like heavy armor, with perfect outlines. The limbs carrying the tension of movement were like four thick marble pillars.
In slow motion, the giant's blond hair danced wildly and wildly, and the air flow from his nostrils actually formed two long white lights, whistling in the air, making a roaring sound.
His eyes have been locked on the beholder not far away, and there seems to be substantial flames in his eyes. The expression on his face is a weird smile, and the curvature of the corners of his eyes seems to reveal an unbearable hunger. His mouth is wide open, revealing the white inside.
The dense fangs.
This is clearly the expression of a beast that can’t wait to eat someone!
Excitement, joy, and a morbid hunger!
The beholder watched him crush like a tank. His burly body turned to the right, and his strong arms compressed backwards like a bowstring. The large muscles around the shoulder blades were tense to the extreme, and the branch-like veins on them were like small black snakes crawling.
To all sides.
This is the most simple and unvarnished punching posture.
A straight punch!
However, the beholder knows that if he is hit, his body will explode on the spot. Just like a person who is hit by dozens of red fire flowers, no trace of skin, muscles or even bones will be left.
"The reason Yamos didn't enter the third stage was because he kept fighting with me even though he was weak in the second stage, even getting hurt. It turned out that he was stalling for time! The black organization also has the combat power of a top fighter.
On the way!"
"How despicable!!!" The beholder cursed crazily in his heart.
He took advantage of his vision time to quickly analyze the current specific situation. A top fighter's attack was ready to go, and Yamos seemed to be preparing a killer move. No matter how much the beholder calculated, he could not figure out how to attack from the flank.
Survive.
From all angles and factors, he is almost certain to die!
Unless, unless you really die for the last time!
However, that also meant that he was almost giving up a fragment of the door to others! And he wanted to really experience the feeling of death! He was unwilling to give up, and he was reluctant to let it go. The beholder felt that he could fight again and gamble on that.
There is only one chance of survival. Finding the escape route with the greatest chance, then using all means and doing your best is not necessarily hopeless.
If it really doesn't work, you can use that secret technique at the last moment. No matter what, the most important thing is to survive!
Buzz!
The scope of his vision suddenly shrank, from covering almost half of the park to a point that instantly escaped into the Cross Sword.
The pupil metal ball on the sword hilt glowed red.
The beholder instantly raised his sword, took a bow, and bent down. The spiral-eyed sword with a terrifying black light in his hand rotated and slashed out.
The more than ten meters long horse swallowed the light and glided rapidly.
"The secret of ultimate death, the ashes of the black abyss are destroyed!"