Silent Crown Chapter 167: Memorial to Tragedy

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In the final test room, the sword light is vertical and horizontal, and the sound of bursting notes not only sounded one after another. Baidu search for Geli Literature Net

The thin nine-foot-long sword blade popped from the professor's sleeve and fell on the ground like a snake swimming, intertwined with layers of dreamy cold light. The notes engraved on the blade are constantly lit, making people dazzled and bewildered by it.

If you are caught in it, I am afraid that a trance will break into one place, right?

"By the way, do you think I have improved a lot?"

Compared with the embarrassing escape last time, this time Ye Qingxuan dodges a lot easier.

Relying on the reading and interpretation of the reading line, and the "iron bones" after the transformation, this guy is particularly able to walk among the blades and notes, and there is a steady stream of garbage coming out of his mouth. Words, in an attempt to distract the professor.

"Sorry, it seems that every time you meet, you accidentally break your good deeds, but if you want to open some, right?

You see that I was put in such a way by you. I am not at all angry. Besides, I didn't care about the predecessors just now and saved you.

They are all ‘old friends’, can’t you just sit down and talk? "

"Old friends?"

The professor seemed to smile, "Your friendship really makes me sleep and eat."

"It doesn't matter, you people who have no friends and are lonely for life are like this, I can understand."

A cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes: "——After I lift you naked, we will be good friends forever."

Among the intertwined blades, he suddenly took a step forward and plunged into the gorgeous cold light, as if to embrace death.

The professor's robe shook slightly, and the blade bounced and danced like a snake, entwining Ye Qingxuan layer by layer. It will tighten at the fingertips, twisting him into pieces.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his palm to him. On his arm, the plain black arm armor released a burning red light!

Boom!

'Sigh' finally cooled down. Once again released the frantic shock!

In a flash, the balloon burst, and the blood-scented air suddenly expanded, forming a strong wind pressure, rolling in all directions.

The hurricane swept through and bounced off the tightened blade. Ye Qingxuan's fingers tightened instantly, and the **** clamped the flying blade just right.

The shock rushed into the nine-foot sword blade. It made it tremble crazily and shattered every inch. This dangerous weapon, which requires extreme skill to control, lost control almost instantaneously under the high pressure damage from the "Blade of Sigh".

Under the hood, the professor's eyes were locked, and he drew back, but the boy's eyes were gloating.

In the next instant, the black river of resentment and hatred gathered by countless transformed bodies spread out from his swaying, and accompanied by the wailing melody, it suddenly entangled towards the professor.

He has been waiting for this gap for a long time.

For an instant, the professor's movements stopped, and Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief. But for a moment, I felt dizzy in front of my eyes.

Memory, uncontrollably pouring out from the depths of the brain.

Heavy snow in the sky, lit huts. The flame that burns away tears.

"Little Leaf, don't be afraid."

Someone whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid..."

Ye Qingxuan's body stiffened, his eyes turned black, and the sensation of his limbs and body was quickly pulling away, being quickly deprived.

Until now, he finally understood: The blade and the notes just now are just a cover up. The real killer is the melody that bursts when the blade shakes!

He hid the movement in the screams of the air!

But this stiff feeling is very familiar. Guilty past events continued to emerge from my mind, and it was difficult to breathe. It was like drowning in a black river.

Distorted vision, interference with smell, deprivation of somatosensory. Hearing control...

This is...this is...

This is "Black Friday"? !

In an instant, he suddenly realized that he looked at the professor in front of him dullly, and they were drowning in the dark river that each other called.

Followed by the same action, reversing the melody, disassembling the interval, cracking the control, dispelling the influence... In the end, at the same time, he broke away from the abnormal mental state.

By coincidence, the two wanted to get the upper hand at the same time, but they pressed back forcibly, but they looked at each other vigilantly.

"Ye Qingxuan?"

The professor's voice drifted into his ears with the wind:

"...So it was really you?"

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's pupils contracted:

"Who are you anyway?!"

The professor was silent for a moment and couldn't help but laugh softly: "Who am I? Who else can I be. Just a homeless monster."

He lifted his fingers and raised the hood that covered his face. The illusion darkness lingering underneath dissipated. For the first time, he revealed his true face.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of his jaw dislocated, and almost thought that he had been hit by the opponent's illusion once again.

The dignified criminal think tank of Avalon, the shadows of the Xiacheng district, and the demon musician, Professor Moriarty... turned out to be a woman! ?

It's just a woman, but this charming and beautiful face, I have seen it before!

"This is the real face of the professor, how about it? My'old friend'."

On that slightly pale cheek, her eyes are like moonlight silhouettes, staring quietly at the teenager in front of her, her thin red lips curling up with a cheerful smile.

I have to say that she is indeed the only beauty Ye Qingxuan has ever seen in his life. Just a smile is enough to make people feel disheartened and can't move his eyes.

"But, how could it be you?"

Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself, but the misty illusion fog gathered again, covering that face again.

"Compared to this, I think we have more important things to pay attention to?"

She sighed and looked in the direction of the laboratory door, where the roar has gradually progressed, and the ruined melody played by the Royal Orchestra is close to her ears.

The flames, rays, and frost of the changing faction tore a heavy barrier to pieces, rushing towards the core direction like a bamboo, and the ferocious beast of the summoning system followed closely and extinguished all living creatures.

The **** atmosphere in the air became stronger and stronger, and no grass was left wherever they went. Whether it was a mad mutant or an innocent doctor, they were all cleaned up without discrimination.

This is the ‘Extermination Document’ issued by the royal family. It is a destruction order issued only when contaminated villages and towns are cleaned up.

To appear here today, I'm afraid the royal family really wants to get them out of the pot?

"I'm starting to regret why I didn't kill you cleanly."

She glanced at Ye Qingxuan: "It's too late to leave now."

"Eighteen."

Ye Qingxuan released the line of thought detection. Before the line of thought was cut off by the turbulence, he roughly detected the location of those people, frowning slowly.

The group of people is really strong and clear, and they don't miss an inch at all. It seems that there are enlightenment musicians in the middle of the conduct. The complicated fork road and dark environment did not affect them in any way.

Eighteen, divided into six teams, each team leader exudes strong ether fluctuations, including three resonance-level musicians who have broken through the barriers of perception.

This lineup is completely enough to destroy a town and scorch every inch of soil.

"I'm afraid it will not stop."

The professor shook his head and looked at the broken dome above his head: "The robins dare to perform blood sacrifices in the Arkham Mental Hospital. I am afraid they have also prepared in advance the method to deal with the royal musicians..."

Before the words fell, a drop of pitch-black mud fell from the crack in the top dome.

A thumb-sized mud fell on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ There was a sneer, the mud splashed on the ground, forming a palm-sized stain, but there was something faintly squirming in that stain.

It's like a cave leading to a dark area, and a foul-smelling wind blows from the stain, bringing a neighing chant.

This is the first drop, followed by the second, third, and finally finally falling like rain. Not only the cracks, but from the floor under the feet, from the cracks in the walls, there is this weird ‘mud’ that quickly seeps out.

If this continues, I'm afraid they will soon have no place to stand!

"It's started."

The professor's eyes became cold:

"——A mourning memorial ceremony." (To be continued)

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