Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!
The crisp and melodious metallic sound was like spring water jumping, and the metal wires were like water droplets scattered all over half of the park. The tip of the silk thread pierces into the surrounding environment like a fishhook, tough and firm. Either nailed into the concrete floor, drilled into tree trunks, or wrapped around flower bed seats and street lamps.
In the darkness in all directions, there are countless threads 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 the cutting wires flashing like a swarm of fireflies in mid-air. Their number has completely exceeded one hundred.
Beside the fountain, the beholder's legs were spread apart in a lunge, leaning slightly across his body. The cross sword in his hand was held in an upright position in front of his chest, and the black flames covered most of his body.
His cloak had been blown off by the strong wind, and his long blood-red hair was dancing wildly. The black straps blocked his eyes, making it impossible to detect the surrounding situation with the naked eye. However, there is always a vague and cold gaze staring straight ahead, projecting towards Yamos.
Tens of meters apart, Shota, suspended three meters in the air, turned into a young man. His height reached 1.8 meters, revealing his long and well-proportioned muscles. Her half-long black hair was tied behind her back with metal wires, forming a ponytail. Due to the angle, the round-frame gold glasses reflected the moonlight and looked completely 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 in a row for ten years, which is impressive enough. But it's a pity that you are old. Can the 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 fellow soldiers. 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 threads are like violent rain, carrying extremely ferocious tremors and cutting power. Cut open the air and fly towards the beholder! This time a whole house will be cut apart!
"Secret technique, red flame flower!"
The beholder's feet suddenly stepped back, and the slightly raised heels suddenly exerted force. The whole figure swayed and turned like a dance, and the cross sword in his hand also waved.
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 obviously black, but the prefix is red. It's because under normal circumstances, if the beholder's sword passes through the red flames, the enemy will be instantly dismembered by the crazy sword light.
The pieces of flesh, meridians, and blood exploded into a red mist of blood.
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, the dense sword light collided with the steady stream of metal wires. The powerful cutting and trembling force was entangled with the strange black flames.
The beholder's entire body seemed to be enveloped in golden fireworks, and his hands quickly chopped out the afterimages, creating arcs in the air. There was a scream that ripped through the air all around him. At a certain moment, he suddenly lunged forward and shattered several floor tiles with his kick.
The whole person almost turned into a black straight line, running straight through the body of Yamos who controlled hundreds of metal wires to fight.
"Secret technique, bone-eating!!!"
The vertebrae 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 entire arm of the beholder, including the Spiral Eye Sword held in his palm, turned into an arrow and disappeared.
Ding! ! !
A dense metal grid blocked the front.
The eye sword still thrust forward, and the park suddenly resounded with a sharp metal friction sound that could almost pierce a person's eardrum! Nearly a thousand threads from all directions were pulled taut by a huge force at the same time. Trembling suddenly, it pulled and retracted towards the center of Yamos. Long, narrow and deep marks were plowed on the ground, street lamps and chairs were dragged and cut off, a small half of the white stone fountain was destroyed and water poured out, and more than a dozen trees were broken at the same time.
In a remote corner, hiding in the shadows, Simone's hole tightened. A dozen meters in front of him, there was a silk thread wrapped around a flower bed with a diameter of two meters. With that impact just now, the metal wire cut the flower bed in half horizontally. The upper and lower halves 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 side of the road was cut into three large pieces.
Cement and metal seem as fragile as tofu.
It would only be easier if it were cut on the human body.
And this is only one percent of the destructive power shared by the collision between the two. It's hard to imagine how terrifying the fighting strength of the two who can fully withstand the force on the frontal battlefield is.
"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 care of 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 robe on the left is gliding at low altitude, like a meteor flying close to the ground. The long sword in his hand suddenly plunged down, sinking one-third of the way into the ground, providing huge resistance. Despite this, the beholder still 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 caught in a large metal net behind him, and the thread was stretched to the limit. Two tree trunks used as fixed supports could not hold up and were torn apart.
Stupid!
The spiral-eyed 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 these 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 Yamos. Thick black mist steamed all over his body, like a ball of pouring rain.
It was the mellow spirit of a top fighter, expanding in all directions like water, showing a wanton attitude. As both fighters, one can easily sense the mood of the other person at the moment from his aura. Now the beholder's aura reveals three messages: unbearable, excitement, and murderous intent.
"Yamos, today, I will give you a ride!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he ran forward boldly. The big sword in his hand dragged a black arc in the air.
Thirty meters away, Yamos' body was pulled up by dense silk 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 form of the God of Death was at a disadvantage after all.
On the one hand, he was injured and depressed, on the other hand, he was filled with murderous intent and momentum. At this moment, the winner has been decided.
Simone held his breath and watched this scene excitedly.
The beholder rushed toward Yamos like a ball of black light.
Suddenly, the corner of Yamos's mouth curved up, and he raised his head: "Your analysis is good, don't do it next time..."
He crouched down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, he turned into an old man, with a face full of wrinkles, a thin figure, and gray hair. It seems that the movement is a bit laborious, and the hands pulling the thread are extremely slow.
It was obvious that he looked like he was about to die, but the beholder's heart was ringing with alarm, and all the muscles in 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 are approaching rapidly.
"Eye field!"
He instantly activated the maximum power of the Rasengan Sword. The ball-shaped accessory at the end of the sword hilt, an eye-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 I had arrived in a void of space.
There is only a crimson hole suspended in mid-air.
Those are the eyes of the Spiral Eye Sword, and they are also the eyes of the Beholder. Under the gaze of this illusory child's eye, 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 of dull and heavy footsteps.
It was like an elephant running wildly in the wilderness.
Every time he 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 a bird's eye view, the beholder could see the whole scene. A huge hole was knocked out of the park wall at the edge, and then a straight cavity tunnel was carved out of the entire forest as if by a bulldozer. The earth spattered violently, trees fell, and the holes were as big as millstones.
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. Following the cavity, the beholder saw himself and the violent muscle golem fifteen meters away.
The man was running at full speed, and his entire body reached a terrifying height of two and a half meters. The rock-white muscles of the whole body are spread all over the body like a heavy armor and stomach, with perfect contours. The limbs carrying the tension of movement are like four thick marble columns.
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. Howling in the air, making a roaring sound.
His eyes had already locked onto the beholder not far away, and there seemed to be substantial flames in his eyes. The expression on his face was a weird smile, and the curvature of his eyes seemed to reveal an unbearable hunger. The mouth opened wide, revealing the white fangs inside.
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 deflecting to the right, and his strong arms compressing back like a bowstring. The large muscles around the shoulder blades were tense to the extreme, and the branch-like veins on them were crawling around like little black snakes.
This is the most simple and unvarnished punching posture.
A straight punch!
But, the beholder knows. If he is hit, his body will explode on the spot. Just like a person who has been hit by dozens of red flame 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 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 is ready to attack, and Yamos seems to be preparing a killer move. No matter how many calculations the beholder made, he could not figure out how to survive the attack.
From all angles and factors, he is almost certain to die!
Unless, unless you really die for the last time!
However, that also means that he almost gave up a fragment of the door to others! And really experience the feeling of death! He was unwilling and reluctant to give up. The beholder felt that he could fight again and gamble on the chance of survival. Finding the escape route with the greatest chance, and then using all your means to do your best is not necessarily hopeless.
If that doesn't work, it's still possible to use that secret technique at the last moment. No matter what, survival is the most important thing!
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 child-hole metal ball on the sword's hilt glowed red.
The beholder instantly raised his sword, lunged, and bent down. The spiral-eyed sword with terrifying black light in his hand rotated and slashed out.
The more than ten meters long horse swallowed the light and glided rapidly.
"The ultimate secret of death, the black abyss is completely destroyed!"
