Silent Crown Chapter 527: Justice
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Under the envelope of the Dragon Sleep enchantment, Ludovich finally saw Ye Qingxuan's face clearly, and when he realized what had happened, a grin was squeezed out of the twisted face:
"Dragon Sleep Enchantment? And... the knife? Ye Qingxuan, are you expecting to kill me with this trivial thing? It's too naive..."
Ye Qingxuan pulled out the short knife, bent over, aimed at his throat, clenched his hands, and penetrated his throat blankly until it reached the end, and then cut across it suddenly.
Shit!
The flesh and blood are torn, and blood is gushing. Boiling blood spewed and rolled in the storm.
But Ludovich still smiled again, the huge crack in his throat made a sound, and the broken vocal cords could almost be seen trembling.
"Too weak."
He sighed: "Too weak!"
Ludovich stretched out his hand and took Ye Qingxuan's knife-holding hand, like iron tongs, tighten it!
Kap!
It's just an instant, and the faint cracking sound becomes a piece.
Under the grip of that old and rotten palm, Ye Qingxuan's hands were suddenly twisted, and the broken finger bones interspersed from the flesh and blood, and they shattered into mud in an instant!
"Did you see it?"
The crack in Ludovic's throat opened and he made a strange laugh.
Amid the sharp laughter, the blood flowed back, and the mist-filled blood squirmed like a living thing, and got back into his wound.
In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the blood-stained blade was quickly weathered and rusted at the moment it was pulled out of the wound, turning it into a piece of broken copper and rotten iron.
The blood seems to be poisonous, killing the steel!
Just waved, Ye Qingxuan was like a dead leaf, blown away, and rolled around on the ground like a torn bag full of rotten meat, dripping with blood.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp rubbing sound that made the teeth sour.
In spite of the fact that his five fingers were cut by the blade, Ludovich grasped the blade on his chest, and the twisted blade was pulled out of the wound with pieces of flesh and blood.
It's like pulling out a bee's sting.
With a cry, the curved sword fell to the ground, rusting and falling apart quickly.
Ludovich climbed up from the ground, lowered his head, and looked at the crack in his chest. The organs squirmed and the flesh and blood healed. Soon, the wound disappeared without a trace and returned to smoothness.
The change has not stopped.
The stratum corneum of his skin rapidly multiplied, alienated, and turned yellow, and a large amount of oil was secreted from his pores. A terrible metabolism is going on in his body. His white hair fell off, his eyes were covered with a thick white cloud, his nails grew wildly, and all of them fell off.
Until the end, the person covered in dead skin, white hair, and muddy grease stretched out his hand and tore off the skin that seemed to be covered in mud.
It's like a snake coming out of a slough.
Return to youth.
"I almost forgot."
Ludovic, returning to his prime of life, made a deep voice and looked at his hands: "Although this body has been strengthened by the resurrection ritual, in order to maintain its original appearance and state, it has huge vitality, but Being imprisoned in an old body... It was you who reminded me."
He straightened his waist slowly, his joints rubbed, making a crisp sound, and took a step forward.
The earth roars.
The steel ruins on the giant's chest suddenly shook, and a huge depression appeared.
The hurricane swept in all directions, almost blowing Ye Qingxuan away.
"The Dragon Sleep Enchantment is really good, perfect. But unfortunately, don't treat me as a fragile thing like you." Ludovic stepped forward slowly and said coldly:
"Do you think I can't use it too much, so I can't help you? It's ridiculous, from beginning to end, you are just tying yourself up and..."
Boom!
The sound stopped abruptly, and Ludovich flew out again.
It was a sudden punch.
It was like a round hammer wheel smashed down, and hit his face in the sharp blast of the air, instantly smashing his disdainful look and proud cheekbones, breaking the bridge of his nose. Smashed into the skull.
The stern sound of broken bones mixed with loud noises, he was like a football kicked by his feet, flew out backwards, rolled on the ground, and fell into the rubble.
In the original place, Ye Qingxuan retracted his punching posture and sipped on the ground:
"It's just you, so much nonsense!"
In the big pit, Ludovic looked at the sky blankly, his broken mandible twisted into a strange shape, his torn lips closed, as if muttering something blankly.
This is... what's wrong?
No, something is wrong!
There is definitely something wrong!
I, by Ye Qingxuan...just...just a punch! Punch! Where did he come from such a great effort! How could a human being shake oneself!
He could feel the terrifying vitality in his body, and the heavy blow that was enough to break the cervical spine of an ordinary person and burst his head was just a small injury to him.
But how can Ye Qingxuan hurt himself now!
This is impossible! ! !
"It can't be a fart!"
Ye Qingxuan's figure broke through the air, looking down at him.
One punch!
The inhuman force was poured into it, like a chariot smashed through layers of walls and crushed.
Boom!
The head he had just lifted was smashed into the ground again. It was squashed and his skull was broken. The brain plasma spurted out of the seven orifices, and the pale sticky glue-packed objects squirmed on the ground and flowed back into the body.
The bursting eyeballs returned to their original shape again, allowing him to see the expressionless young man clearly.
Look clearly on his fist, the skin that was cracked by throwing the fist too hard, and the finger bones that were cracked by the impact. But even if the phalanges healed, the broken skin would heal again.
The blood dripped on the ground, like burning, burning the steel to crimson, exuding the terrifying heat from the furnace.
"What is this...?"
Ludovic looked at him blankly, unable to find the answer.
It shouldn't be this way!
It shouldn’t be like this!
Ye Qingxuan's trump card, he already knew clearly.
Even if you only used the Dragon Sleep enchantment a few times!
The heart music chapter from the "Dream Weaver" can use dreams as a carrier, allowing musicians to display incredible powers, even if it is the Dragon Sleep enchantment that has been lost for thousands of years.
However, even if the Dragon Sleep enchantment can suppress Ludovich's movement, as a price, Ye Qingxuan can't use all the other movements except for maintaining the heart music chapter of the Dragon Sleep enchantment.
Where did he come from such a terrifying power!
"What is this?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him blankly with cold eyes, shook his fist, and told him:
"——This is ‘justice’!"
Boom!
The earth quaked, and Ludovich's body was smashed into the pit again. This time, even the chest cavity was punched. The flesh and blood splattered, and the flesh and blood resembling a living thing soon gathered again.
But again, it turned into muddy flesh under Ye Qingxuan's fist.
"Ye Qingxuan!"
Ludovich roared and stretched out his hand to meet Ye Qingxuan's fist.
Boom!
Ye Qingxuan took a step back, his fist shattered, and then quickly regrouped. The blood flowed out and fell on the ground, burning the ground, snorting.
Ludovich seized the opportunity and backed away quickly.
This time, he finally saw clearly.
Suddenly realized.
Staring at Ye Qingxuan, squeezed a voice from his teeth.
"Hundred-armed giant..."
Ye Qingxuan smiled~IndoMTL.com~ didn't speak, just wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and vomited the scorching blood in his mouth to the ground.
It was like being ignited. From the inside out, lava rushed through the blood vessels, bones were smelted into steel, and flesh and blood became flames. The intense pain filled every inch of his body, stabbing his consciousness and senses, and made him want to growl and go crazy.
Pain may be the essence of life.
A lot of life brings about a lot of pain.
Unprecedented vitality has been continuously poured into his body, making him almost have the illusion that he is about to explode and go crazy.
Only the most savage wrestling and fighting can vent the power that fills the body.
This is the power of a giant with a hundred arms...
This is...
——Resonance of natural disasters! (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.