Reverend Insanity

Brief upwind will not last.

His fists and legs were tangled between him, and he was already gasping. Opposite the bowl, the breath is still long and deep, and there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides.

Meanwhile, as the high bowl began to move, his body became warmer and his fists became faster and faster, he had gradually swept away the numbness and slowness brought about by the cold and began to truly show his strength for decades.

“Boy, you can't beat me. There's a rule in the rules that you can't use moonlight tricks in the classroom. You're doomed. You're destined to be my prisoner today!” High bowl laughed, he was experienced in combat and tried to use words to fight the fighting spirit of Fangyuan.

“I'm still a teenager and my body hasn't grown as good as this Horn.” Fang Yuan's heart is as icy as ice. Under 500 years of grinding, how can his fighting spirit be shaken?

“Moonlight trick!” He moves in his heart, pulling the real one, leaping one step backwards, and pulling the distance from the tall bowl.

The tall bowl wanted to chase and suddenly saw a layer of blue water shine shining in Square's palm.

He looked down and shouted, “Boy, you fought with a worm in the classroom, it was against the rules of the people! ”

“So what if it's a violation?” Fang Yuan sneered. He studied the rules of the family, was familiar with the rules of the family, and was never meant to obey them.

Immediately, the palms of your hands were emptied against a high bowl.

A loud, blue blade of the moon flew out only toward the face of the tall bowl.

A tall bowl bites the teeth off and holds your arms together in front of your face, forming an arm shield. At the same time, he kept walking, headed towards the source, intending to resist hard and quickly resolve.

The blade of the moon hit his arm, suddenly pounding, the flesh splashed under the moon color, a sudden intense pain reached the nerves of the high bowl, the high bowl suddenly failed to prevent, the pain almost fainted.

“How did this happen?!” His impulse stopped and he found his two forearms frightened, having been cut laterally into a deep mouth. Blood runs irresistibly from the wound, and you can see the bloody muscles from the side. Even the white broken arm bone was seen.

The tall bowl shook his head: “That's impossible! Turn the first blade of the moon to hurt my flesh and blood at best. How can you cut off my bones? This can only be done by turning the middle order!! ”

Of course he doesn't know, although Fang Yuan is just a junior magician. But because of the liquor worm's refinement, there is a turning middle class true yuan.

Moonlight, motivated by the middle order true, emits the blade of the moon, the natural power is strong, more than the first stage.

“No, this kid is weird!!” The bowl was suddenly overwhelmed and badly damaged. He was completely disengaged, and when the moment came, he wanted to leave.

“Can you walk?” Fangyuan laughed coldly and pursued him. The blade of the moon was repeated in his hands.

“Help!!” The high bowl screamed and ran all the way, and the sound came out far in the silent classroom.

“What's going on? Someone's calling for help!” The sound struck a nearby church guard.

“It is the servant left behind by the indifferent young lady of the Apathy.” When the guards arrived, they saw the chase and stopped again.

“It's just a slave, he can't defend himself! ”

“Leaving him is a disgrace to the deserted family. ”

“Be careful to prevent his dog from jumping against the wall and hurting the source. ”

The nervous guards surrounded themselves, but did not strike, but watched.

This slave, called Gao Bowl, dies when he dies. It has nothing to do with them. But if the source dies or is injured, it is their responsibility.

Seeing this view, the bowl was completely cold, and he shouted, "We are all foreigners, you can't see death without saving us. ”

He's losing more blood and slowing down.

Fang Yuan arrived from behind, the voice was cold as ice, and he sentenced Gao Bowl to death: “Scream, it's no use yelling any louder. ”

Saying, the knife flipped and two consecutive lunar blades flew out.

Brush twice, mid to high bowl neck.

The tall bowl only feels cool and seems to be the feeling of a foot falling into the abyss.

The next moment, he felt his vision spinning for a while, and he actually saw his feet, his chest, his back... and that severed neck.

Then came the total darkness.

The bowl is dead.

He was beheaded by Fangyuan's two moon blades, and his head flew out. He ran ten meters away before falling. Blood spreads like a fountain around your neck, dyeing all the flowers around you.

“Murdered! ”

“Fang Yuan killed someone!! ”

The guards couldn't help shouting softly. They witnessed the whole process, trembling and feeling a sense of fear and horror.

Fangyuan was only a 15-year-old weak teenager, but he killed a strong adult with no expression. This is the power of the magician!

The battle has been decided.

Square slowed down and slowly walked past.

He looked pale, as if he had just done a small thing to eat and drink water. This look makes the guards feel more chilled.

The head of the tall bowl lay on the floor, eyes staring at each other and dying.

Fang Yuanmei had no expression, lifted his foot and kicked his head off.

The guards looked at the corners of their eyes.

The source approached the body of the tall bowl and found the body still trembling and the blood quickly flowed into the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

He had the wounds on his tall bowl and his face was a little dull. These wounds were deep enough to expose the secrets of his possession of intermediate elements.

Once the secret is revealed, it will soon bring out his drinking bugs. As soon as the bugs appear, the upper echelons of the family naturally associate themselves with the florist.

So, Fong Yuan must keep this secret.

“But there are too many people to see.” Fangyuan swept the guards nearby, with more than a dozen people. He now has less than 10% of the real yuan left, and it is impossible to kill them all.

Thinking about it, Fangyuan bent down, lifted the ankle of the bowl and dragged the body backwards.

“Son Fong Yuan, just leave it to us.” The guards withstood the chill in their hearts and walked forward, respecting each other.

In this respect, there is also a clear fear.

Fang Yuan quietly swept everyone's eyes, and the guards subconsciously held their breath and lowered their heads.

“Give me the knife.” He reached out, faintly tunneled.

In an orderly tone, there is an unquestionable threat.

The guard nearest to him had to voluntarily hand over the knife in his waist.

The source picked up the knife and went on.

Leaving more than a dozen guards, they stood idly by and looked behind Fang Yuan.

The sun rises from the east, and the first ray of dawn shines through the edge of the mountains in the classroom.

Fifteen-year-old square, with a lean body of a teenager and a pale complexion.

In the dawn, he walked slowly.

His left hand carried a swinging knife.

His right hand dragged a headless body upside down.

As he walked, the red blood dragged all the way out on the blue and black stone brick.

The guards looked at the back for a while and a chill stiffened them.

The morning sun shines on them, but they do not feel a hint of warmth and light.

Grunting.

I don't know who it is, the throat rolls, swallows a sip of spit.