He met Yang Jian.

As a red-shirted being, although he is vicious, cruel and despicable.

Prudence is a virtue possessed by almost every Red-level warrior.

But in fact, what he showed was just the tip of the iceberg of his strength.

He longs to fight.

Suddenly disappeared.

This prop has one characteristic.

"The opponent's ghost puzzle is very tricky. Are you sure you won't get hurt?"

Poof!

"Forehead……"

Face Him.

The fairy tale prince did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

It was as if he had seen something very terrifying before being beheaded.

In the rain of blood, this figure wearing a felt hat stood quietly on the spot.

I am afraid that the beheading of Constantine has been completed.

He knew that there was a butcher who could contain the red-clad intruder who appeared from nowhere.

This figure "swam" down from the wall silently, raised the short knife in his hand, and wiped it towards his neck.

"It's so beautiful! Xia Guo's BOY~ But this won't hurt me!"

In the middle of this area.

The backlash of the ghost sword came, leaving a huge wound on his body.

"In addition, Lu Xin was also attacked by him with a kind of ghost blood. This kind of ghost blood has special corrosive properties and can inactivate people's blood and corrode the body. You must be careful."

"If you want to defeat him, you must find a way to restrict his movements... It's a bit troublesome."

But at this moment, he heard a short scream.

Although he used the token to summon this terrifying guy.

…

"If there are surrogate tools, it will be too difficult to kill directly. Let's try the ghost first!"

"We can only drag it on for now."

He felt like he had suddenly entered a hellish underworld game from a simple daily game.

A crusade against this damn human being.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian frowned.

It surged out of Chen Ge's shadow like a wave.

Wearing an aristocratic dress, Edward Paul's body is like a ghost, looming in the air.

Looking at Constantine who was gradually calming down below, Lu Xin's eyes became numb and cold.

It's just that this paper man's head is very weird.

But the figure that sneaked up on him had already left his attack range and was lurking on a paper bell tower.

A figure was dressed entirely in black and wore a felt hat, revealing his pale hands and chin. He was holding two blood-stained boning knives. The strong smell of blood and murderous intent floated around his body, forming a blood-colored air current.

With his eyes buried in the shadows, the butcher did not speak or react.

He is one of the few people who is about to enter that terrifying state with only his own negative will.

The smell of blood is permeating the air.

A type of cursed item.

The sudden severe pain made Constantine scream.

"Without Guixi, it's very difficult to kill this guy. What should I do?"

It's raining in the alley.

"The smell of knives..."

The two blood swords in his hands are two cursed tools.

Seeing the system prompts, Constantine immediately became energetic.

Who knows if we wait any longer, this guy will do something else.

This hand stretched out the wound and suddenly grabbed the crack in the void that it wanted to close, preventing the space from healing.

Then another equally pale hand stretched out and grabbed the other side of the crack.

The sound of flesh being cut was heard.

"Very good! Then it's time for me to set off!"

Because the madman in front of him only has killing in his heart.

Simply killing for the sake of killing.

It is precisely because of this pure desire to kill that he is even more terrifying.

Poof!

There, it has become a purgatory of red and black.

Endless black hair.

when!

The sound of metal collision formed a spherical shock wave, which pushed away the surrounding rain and black flames, leaving behind a huge vacuum field.

Watching Constantine frantically attacking all around.

"Sure enough, ordinary weapons cannot cause fatal damage to this guy."

Life-saving props like this are very rare.

At this time, the expression on this human face was distorted and looked frightened.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's forehead bulged, and a blood-red eyeball came out of it.

At this time, the Prajna mask on Miyamoto Hanzo's face suddenly cracked.

Dark sand filled with resentment then erupted from his body.

"Succeeded!"

Props for death.

Stab!

There are too many surprises in this human being.

No purpose, no mood, no thoughts.

His eyes moved slightly and looked in another direction.

A paper head.

The next second.

He looked at the pitted dagger in his hand that was corroded by Constantine's blood, and shook his head regretfully.

This is his chosen opponent, the first from a certain country.

That was also the scene of Xu Yuan's real battle.

It seems like shotguns flying everywhere.

"Some kind of scapegoat?"

pity.

A twisted girl like a spider was lying on the roof of the bell tower, turning her head 180 degrees, looking at her brother with a smile.

"Butcher, I need your help."

He saw the butcher suddenly lift his feet and walk forward.

Constantine couldn't react.

Seeing his reaction, the fairy tale prince also had a few veins bulging on his forehead.

[Failure punishment: Believe me, you won’t like this kind of punishment.]

The ghost shadow beneath him spread, and he soon found the footprints left by Miyamoto Hanzo on the ground.

You never know how deep he is, nor do you know how many trump cards he has.
To be continued...