At the moment when Weinerson's thoughts were turning, the masked man on the far right took the initiative to take a step forward and recited a sad song, as if he was immersed in a funeral poem.
"Whenever dusk sets in the sky!"
"The misty white mist is looking out over the wilderness!"
"I knew it!"
"It's time to send her away!"
"Send her to burial!"
"Send her back to the Kingdom of God!"
“Return to the arms of the Lord!”
"Step into reincarnation..."
The chanting echoed, and the opponent launched a direct punch. Weinerson almost lost the power to dodge. The strong wind carried by the fist passed by and directly shattered the stone pillar not far behind him.
Fortunately, the mental power has a certain resistance to this kind of poetry, and it is not in the direction where the singer is facing, otherwise the punch would really be impossible to avoid.
Weinerson glanced at the broken stone pillar behind him with lingering fear, and frantically calculated the explosive power of the punch in his mind.
The conclusion reached is that if you receive such a punch, there is a high probability that you will lose your ability to fight.
It's really a terrifying existence, but what kind of priest is this? It's so powerful that it's a bit too much.
"Weinersen, can you hear my voice?"
"Karl?"
With his skills as a mathematician, Weinerson performed two somersaults vigorously to distance himself.
"Listen to me, this is the Sequence 3 Bard of the Pied Piper Path. It is an extremely terrifying extraordinary path. His poems carry multiple extraordinary powers. They can not only strengthen themselves, but also influence other people. You must careful."
Bard of the Pied Piper Path?
I seem to have seen this blasphemous card on the bronze bookshelf of the old royal court before, ranked 16th on the road.
However, the collection records at that time only indicated that it was an extremely romantic picture of extraordinary priesthood.
Anyone who touches this card, even a butcher who kills pigs and sheep in the slaughterhouse every day, can transform into a pastoral poet, making his voice full of charm and making people unable to extricate themselves.
Before that, Weinerson's impressions of this romantic path were all from the bronze bookshelf, but he had no idea that this path was also good at fighting and the impact that different styles of poetry had on the surrounding creatures.
Simply put, this is a poet of violence.
"I know, his voice almost took control of my body just now."
Weinerson stared at the guy wearing a mask and with an extremely elegant posture, and immediately responded to Karl.
"But fortunately, he has only been promoted not long ago, and he doesn't know much about the power of the Sequence Blasphemy Card. When fighting against such a transcendent, you must seal your ears with spiritual power, and you must not listen to his singing voice."
"I am now being watched by Pathway 3 Puppet Master and Pathway 3 Dawn Warrior among them. You have to be more careful, especially the fourth person. He has not shown his extraordinary ability. I can't tell which path he is on."
After Karl finished speaking, you could clearly hear the nervousness mixed in his speaking speed, as well as the heavy emotions of facing a powerful enemy...
As his thoughts whirled, Weinerson's eyes dimmed again.
When Ron was seriously injured and lost his combat effectiveness, Lilith had just touched the supernatural and could barely cope with Ollie's half-baked performance. She had no chance of winning against a genius who truly touched the supernatural.
In other words, he and Karl had to deal with two people!
We need to be more cautious this time. This kind of enemy is more powerful than Origi Henry and others before.
"What are you whispering about? Can you tell me too?"
The man wearing a black and red graffiti mask chuckled and sprinted towards the target amidst the chanting.
"The misty white mist is looking out over the wilderness!"
"I knew it!"
"It's time to send her away!"
"Send her to burial!"
"Send her back to the Kingdom of God..."
In the ethereal poetry, the masked man once again burst out with violent power. His body suddenly tensed, his eyes filled with shuddering eyes, he raised his arm and punched Weenerson in the face.
Kick, kick, kick!
Seeing the fist carrying the sonic boom coming, Weinerson instantly stepped back two meters. He stepped diagonally, made a fist with his left hand, and punched each other with punches!
"Snapped!"
The air exploded violently, and a trickle of blood seeped from the arms of the two men.
"Such a strong physical strength, you are not a spiritual master? Why are there fluctuations in mental power?"
The masked man looked at his arm in disbelief. With the blessing of the power of poetry, he didn't expect that he was actually resisted by the opponent.
"Haha, who said I'm not a spiritual master?"
At this moment, Weinerson's mouth curved. He didn't care about the blood on his left hand at all. He stretched out his right hand, snapped his fingers, and three playing cards depicting naked goddesses spun out from behind and shot toward the person being spirited. force locked target.
call out! call out! call out!
The card was like a kitchen knife and cutting board, tearing the man in front of him into three pieces. However, before Weinerson could be happy, the man who had been cut into three pieces suddenly shattered like a mirror, and each piece quickly evaporated and disappeared.
At this moment, in the shadow of a pile of wooden boxes a few steps away, the man's figure was quickly sketched and reappeared. Only three wounds were scratched on his arm.
How could it be possible? Could it be that the guy just now was just a phantom?
No, that's not right, he was obviously locked by mental power and could not escape unless he used some kind of magical item.
"I didn't expect that the psychiatrist path would be developed to this extent. Is it possible that you are the number one freshman in the school who has been rumored recently, Professor Wright's designated student?"
"Aren't you a freshman?"
Weinerson was stunned for a moment when he heard the masked man's words, and then became more cautious.
"Hey, we never said yes."
The masked man chuckled as always, with a funny voice, and then he pressed his top hat with one hand, raised the other hand, imitated Weinerson's previous action, and snapped his fingers.
boom!
What he did was snap his fingers, but it made the sound of a gun being fired, and the smell of gunpowder smoke that was unique to bullets coming out of the chamber filled the air.
"Void bullet?" Weinerson instantly activated his mathematician power and quickly calculated the path of the bullet and the direction of his dodge. At this moment, he first pounced to the right, then rolled continuously, and finally threw out a card to block it. bullet.
The Qiongyu Goddess Card is comparable to a level 1 sealed object. Its toughness and hardness are far superior to bullets made of brass, so it is naturally not afraid of being damaged by gunfire.
However, the next second, Weinerson was dumbfounded. After the card was thrown out, nothing happened.
"Hahahaha, it's fun."
At this moment, a sudden voice sounded from behind. Wei Nasen was suddenly startled and quickly twisted his waist and rolled to the side.
A gust of breeze blew by, and I saw a man wearing a black tuxedo and a half-high silk top hat standing behind nothing.
Is this the fourth person Karl was talking about who never revealed his extraordinary path?
