"Puff!"
This is the first time I don't know how many times it has sounded in the hall.
The sound, has gradually become a rhythm, without any pause, like a wonderful music, like a precise note, constantly reverberates in the air.
However, the pleasant voice, every time it rings, is able to live and take away a life.
Even if the other side is different from the human monster, that is the same truth.
"Bang!"
The sound of flame burning immediately followed the pleasant tearing sound, and then slowly rang up.
But the object of the fire was the body of an apostle of the red world.
In this moment, the red apostle was killed in a crisp way.
In the case of a broken throat.
The dagger that cut off the throat of the red apostle was like a flash, galloping up to another red apostle.
"Puff!"
Suddenly the sound of the blade penetrating the body resounded.
The red world apostle didn't even have time to react. In an instant, he was pierced by the incoming knife light. His eyes were extremely wide, and with a strong expression of disbelief and dullness, he fell down slowly.
The murderer with a dagger turned around. A pair of icy blue magic eyes were shining with a frightening luster. With a terrible murderous spirit, they rushed into the crowd at the other end.
"Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, OO
Several red world apostles roared and roared, with countless phosphorus soldiers, and were planning to give Fangli a head-on attack.
However, in front of Fang Li, the speed and reaction of the other party are too poor to keep up with themselves.
So, the murderer with a dagger, with a pair of magic eyes, stepped on the cold air, like a bullet out of the chamber, rushed up.
"Choke --"
The knife shines.
"Puff!"
Flame splashes.
At this moment, Fang Li's figure completely turned into a ghost, carrying the whistling strength and disordered airflow, and rushed back and forth in the crowd at an amazing speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. The moon blade in his hand brought a dazzling knife light, like a continuous sword dance, harvesting one life after another.
The red world's apostles and soldiers with phosphorus frequently surrounded from all directions and swallowed up the body shape of Fangli.
Fangli is like a gust of wind that can't be penetrated. It shuttles back and forth in the army. The dagger in his hand is like an invincible weapon. No matter what kind of opponent comes to his side, he will be hanged instantly, as fragile as white paper.
In this case, the phosphors fell in pieces and were burned out in bursts of fire.
As for those red world apostles who became itinerant in the "masquerade ball" because of their high fighting power, they seemed to become the most unbearable miscellaneous fish at this moment. Under the attack of the sharp dagger like the scythe of death, they all turned into flesh and debris in an instant.
"Er...!"
"Ah...!"
"Well...!"
A brief and rapid scream became the accompaniment.
"Puff -- puff -- puff!"
The body is given a sharp weapon, and the sound runs through the scene.
In this one-sided massacre without suspense, the dense army constantly fell at the foot of the murderer, with reluctance and fear, and completely bid farewell to the prosperous scene of the world.
But Fang Li, just a face of indifference in the crowd, body like a shadow, constantly shuttle in the hall, will attack one by one apostles and phosphorus all killed on the spot, without a trace of mercy.
Such a killing posture is the most suitable background for Fangli.
Fan Xinglu once said that to each other.
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