The Godsfall Chronicles

The handsome blonde's eyes fell on the ugly and strong man, and his sunny, slightly dazzling face gave rise to a fairly easy-going smile, his eyebrows, his eyes, his mouth, every hint of facial contour, all filled with affection and friendship, with a sense of greenness from the big boy next door.

However, when combined with dry, bloodstained meat, it can be very offensive and even weird.

“What are you doing? Hurry up! ”

The butcher doesn't know the strength of the blonde youth, but it must be weak to be selected by the snow in winter to carry out the mission together. Now the cloud eagle must be lurking nearby. The current situation can be said to be very dangerous, but the guy doesn't seem to be in a hurry, as if he didn't care about it at all.

“I was trying to help you, really.” The blonde showed a very smug smile and then scratched his head and sighed a little helplessly: "But I'm afraid he wouldn't agree, who let you be the kind of person he hates the most, and I really, really worked hard to stop him from coming out and killing you on the way, so you have to understand me. ”

The butcher was angry at each other for some reason: “What about him? What are you talking about!”

“He...” The first thing the blonde man changed was his eyes, which were green and completely gone, his eyes were bright and fierce, as if two groups of ghost fire had been lit deep in his pupil, immediately, his eyes, his mouth, every silk facial outline, all changed in a very short time, man or this person, his face or this face, but the soft line had become sharp and sharp as a blade, his affinity blinked his eyes became twisted, as if a bloodthirsty demon had awakened in him, making him look like a hundred and eighty degrees of transformation. If two people, originally a very magnetic voice, now it's hard to hear, it's rough as if the beast was roaring: “That's me! ”

Too soon!

The butcher was more than 200 kilograms strong and his body could fly with an indistinguishable foot. The butcher had not yet figured out what was going on. A bone spear directly lashed out and instantly penetrated the butcher's chest, causing him to be crucibly nailed to a large tree.

The butcher showed an incredible look, he couldn't believe it, why did this guy suddenly change so much, why did he attack himself for no reason, did he forget the winter snowfall order?

“Finally!” Looking at his bloody hands, the blonde rolled out of his throat and laughed like a strong man sealed in a box for a few days and nights, suddenly released to breathe fresh air, picking up a dagger from the ground and walking flexibly as he played towards a nailed tree: "You know what? Whenever I see a loyal dog like you licking idols, I can't help but feel inspired by the art in every corner of my body to maximize my desire for creativity. ”

The butcher had no idea what he was talking about, he just grabbed the spear through his body and cracked his eyes: "I don't care what kind of monster you are. This is about to die! Winter will kill you! ”

The blonde did not speak, very skillfully cut a wound on the butcher's face with a dagger, very flexible to turn around, not long, not short, not deep, sharp dagger directly into the skin, a large piece of the butcher's face was stripped alive on the spot, endless pain accompanied by a hellish voice echoing in his ear: “Introduce yourself, my name is Yin Luo, I am an artist, my specialty is engraving. ”

The butcher screamed painfully and struggled.

The Yin Dagger swims flexibly on the butcher, he is like a skilled sculptor, dedicated to his art, an inch of skin, an inch of flesh, is being cut down in a dagger that is spinning like a flying, his skewed expression is full of intoxicating colour, not long before laying a fine layer of flesh.

The process of shedding a little flesh is incredibly quick.

Even the world's cruellest punishment for torture is no more.

Yin Luo is very skilled, he can put his opponent in a daunting position, but he biases his mind, he can make the opponent suffer, but he will not let the other die. As long as Yin Luo is willing to play, he can even sculpt a piece for three days and three nights until he has cut off all the flesh and fat, rendering the other person's skeleton all present, and keeping the other person awake.

Artists need to be appreciated by the audience.

The best audience is the victims themselves.

Every time Yin Luo completes his work, he puts a mirror in front of the victim, letting him look at his masterpiece and cry. The more desperate the hysterical scream, the more satisfied the sense of accomplishment as the creator becomes.

If the strong man is a butcher.

This blonde is the devil!

Yin Luo just engraved less than 200 knives, his body trembled like an electric shock, the knife slightly deviated, accidentally cut off one of the other blood vessels, he suddenly desperately yelled: “Kim Bai, what are you doing? My great work 'Skeleton Angel' is not finished yet, don't you dare come out! ”

Golden White's will still clashes in the spirit.

Because Yin Luo, once he goes mad, he won't stop for three days and two nights. What's going on? Wherever there is time for this lunatic to play, they will live because they have come to Hell Valley, and if they are eliminated and sent out, they will surely die.

Two people started crashing wildly in one body.

The cloud eagle hid behind the tree to observe all of this. He saw the already fleshy, strong man, and found the blonde youth exhibiting strange physical appearance. It was implicit in his heart that the winter snowfall guy himself was a freak. Forget it. I didn't expect that the two guys he was looking for were freaks.

This ugly man is a killer.

This handsome blonde is even more of a double-personality madman, who usually presents himself as a Weanluya or even a little shy, but with a dark, murderous and brutal personality hidden deep inside him. The two personalities do not merely bend independent thoughts, they do not even exist merely in thoughts, because they exhibit different abilities when awakened.

Dark personality is clearly stronger than normal personality.

This blonde young man himself is very weak. If he is combining the power of the dark personality, he is probably a very difficult opponent. This human spirit is certainly also very powerful. If he has the artifact in his hand, the cloud hawk is definitely not the opponent.

What a monster.

After all, the artwork is incomplete, even if the skeleton angel is really finished, it is only a flawed work, which is not acceptable for perfectionist sculptors.

“Since we don't have time to play with him here, let's get rid of the annoying flies first! ”

The yin turned sharply toward the cloudhawk, and the dagger of his right hand spurred several laps, rapidly radiating out of his palm. All the plants in one line were instantly cut open and shot straight into the cloudhawk's eyebrow.

Avoid the side of the eagle's electric flint.

But just as he was hiding from the dagger, he was suddenly surprised to find that Yin Luo, originally standing in his place, disappeared in the sky. Although the other party was fast, he caught several glittering residues.

The wind and the killing machine came to the surface.

That long blonde hair danced in the middle of the sky, his face was full of gloomy faces, his eyes appeared in front of him, his eyes rolled round, his mouth open, his muscles on each face twisted in the most twisted and horrible direction, making a handsome face, horrible as a demon, but giving people a sense of having nightmares.

The dagger is still four or five meters away.

Yin Luo threw the dagger before he started to act. After all, the dagger had not reached the cloud eagle, he approached the attack first, and it was conceivable how quickly.

The cloud eagle takes the position of dodging the dagger, making it difficult to retrieve it in time.

The right hand claw has been raised high in the gloom, each nail pops out of the flesh like a cat animal, each tip is incredibly long and sharp like a sharp blade, the blue-muscle blood vessels of the palm arms burst, and the ligation muscles are full of bursting power.

The cloud eagle once again proves its intuitive sensitivity, and the dangers of blonde youth are indeed higher than those of the fierce, strong man. Though not as powerful as the blonde youth, the slaughterhouse is a few blocks away in speed.

Fighting is not wrist-breaking. Whoever is powerful wins.

Not to mention, fast people don't have too much power, and the explosive power is even more astonishing.

The cloud eagle was anxious to escape, his claws quickly crossed his chest, his clothes were torn directly, while causing misleading deep wounds. The insidious attack was not only sharp, but also unimaginably fierce, with a second claw strike from his left hand and a dagger from the middle of the sky reaching out to his right hand.

Cloud eagles face different opponents and naturally choose different strategies.

Cloud eagles and butchers are fit to fight each other in motion to consume each other's health and patience and eventually crumble. A man like Yin Luo must not escape in battle, because if a cloud hawk turns around and delivers the entire back neck and back blind area and weakness to each other, Yin Luo can easily chase after him and tear his spine apart.

Although there is a huge speed gap, it does not mean that there is no room for clouds to fight back.

Yin Luo can no longer be faster than a bullet, cloud eagle can even see the bullet movement trajectory clearly, naturally can also see the other party's hand movement, cloud eagle is not as fast as the other party, can only reduce redundant action and meaningless action, shorten the range of motion to short to long, increase the quality of attack, if you don't grasp it, you can't do it, but once you do it, you have to turn it over, only this way can compensate for the speed deficiency.

A severe hurricane struck.

The left hand claw is also empty.

There are several bloodstains on the eagle's cheek and a giant claw mark on the trunk.

At the same time as both Yin Luo attacks were empty, his right hand had grabbed the dagger he threw, his wrist snapped, the dagger spinning, sweeping the throat of the cloud eagle like a propeller, the cloud eagle hurried a short body to escape, the sharp spiral blade swept over the trunk of the tree, causing another sound cut of 45cm, almost at the same time the cloud eagle was short, the Yin Luo right leg raised his knee to hit his face.

Now the cloudhawk is doomed to ruin its appearance.

The cloudhawk stacked his hands against the buffer, smoothly glaring, from the yin knee burst out huge power, let the cloudhawk rush directly three meters high, he was like a flexible monkey, a few moves between the branches to the center of the tree crown, but before the cloudhawk stood steady, an evil wind appeared behind him, his ears shouting a gloomy laugh.

“You're too slow! ”

A sharp dagger rushed over.

The cloudhawk clapped his hand and struck the wrist of the other party. Although the yin shot quickly, the yin attack opened wide open. The dagger of the right hand came out from the right body to the left, almost a half circle. The cloudhawk's hands have always protected the periphery, so the distance of the hand is only 10 cm, so it stops the attack very smoothly.

The dagger fell, and the claws came again.

The two men fought staggering battles in the middle of the tree, the clouds and eagles kept dodging up and down, and the shadows of the shadows of the shadows of the shadows of the shadows of the shadows of the shadows of the shadow. He was like a ghost phantom, and more and more broken branches fell on the ground.

The withered tree resembled a customer tired of exploding hair ready to change hair, and the two shadows were scissors in the hands of a lame hairdresser. Three or two kung fu turned the exploding hair into an odd, non-mainstream look, covered with messy branches.

Yin Luo attacked and laughed: “Yin Luo, such a strong fighting consciousness can hold on to me for so long! ”

The cloud eagle is basically defensive. Although it protects against harm, the Yin attack is too sharp and fierce. He cannot really retreat from the whole body. There are now eight or nine injuries on his body. Although this skin injury cannot affect the cloud eagle due to strong resilience and physical effects, the cloud eagle still dares not carelessly, because the Yin is purely for torture, and Yin may not have carried out all its strength.