Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 465 The Finale
In the Colosseum, darkness enveloped everyone, and the caged Cerberus barked uncomfortably. Flames fell from the sky and landed in the flesh-and-blood Colosseum, turning into a figure in a red robe.

"Everyone, I'm here to witness your death." White light shot from above to the voice in the red robe standing in the field, and he raised his head, revealing a very punk face.

The tattoo covering most of his face, half bald and half long hair, combined with nails and iron rings all over his face, make this man look like the lead singer of a heavy metal rock band.

But no one will underestimate this man who looks like a drug addict because of this outfit, because now...

got windy.

Originally there would be no wind here, only the ventilation fan would hum and blow out a constant airflow, but now, the wind was blowing from the center to the surroundings, and the breeze was blowing on the face, like the spring breeze on the Volga River, but it smelled like blood.

Something was stirring in the wind, and the smell of blood was calling them, so 1, those monsters lurking in the wind made a move.

呲......

The wind became stronger, and it was as cold as the howling north wind in winter, which made people's skin numb. A gambler sitting in the front row touched his numb cheek, but found some kind of liquid.

It was blood, his own blood.

The wind was originally colorless, but it turned into a faint pink at this moment, and the sharp air flow separated the skins of everyone, flying in the air with blood.

Word Spirit Vampire Scythe erupted in this enclosed space. The sickle weasel formed by the airflow bloodthirstyly sliced ​​through everyone's skin and sucked their blood greedily. Everyone wailed and stretched out their hands to block the invisible blade.

But this is just in vain, tens of thousands of blades are cutting their bodies, first is the skin, then the blood, then the muscles, and finally the bones, the more the wind blows, the more colorful the colors become.

A storm of blood swept across the audience, and the iron net originally used for protection became fragile under the blowing of the wind. The man in the red robe standing in the center smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand, and gently tapped the iron net in front of him. push.

Bang!
The iron net turned into powder in the wind, and the red-robed man smiled. He stood in his speech spirit, and the red robe he was originally wearing looked gradually shattered. The blood-sucking sickle, its side effect is to attack the host. ,

The red robe was already torn to pieces in the previous attack, and now when he moved, it fell off, revealing the naked man in it, with countless small wounds covering the skinny body, and the large area of ​​tattoos pressed again. Above the scar, it looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

The vampiric scythes were not polite to their masters. They made sounds that ordinary people could hardly hear, and drew bloodstains on the man's body. Instead, the man opened his hands, enjoying the backlash of his words with a smile.

Accompanied by the gnawing wind, the man danced in the white light, stretched his limbs, and showed his body with a silent dance. This is a performance, a performance of death.

The screams of human beings are the classics of dance, the howling wind is the notes of the soundtrack, and the piled up corpses are the best scenery on the stage, but the man's dance stopped abruptly because he heard a little noise.

His head was tilted backwards, and like an owl, he turned his head beyond the limits of human beings. His golden eyes looked blankly at the corner of the auditorium, where the only noise was sitting.

Anton stood up from the darkness, without any extra words, because the words were meaningless at this time, a faint golden color appeared in his eyes, and then, he activated his own ability.

The wind in the air stopped, not only the wind, but also the flesh, dust, and iron filings in the wind stopped. A language domain has already stuck to the enemy in front of him, and is turning the space around him into a gel general substance.

This is Anton's language spirit. This language spirit originally had no name, and Anton didn't bother to look up the periodic table, so he named it Yuan Hell, which came from the garbage online novels he read when he was studying Huaxia.

Because he is very handsome, Anton quite likes it. The only problem is that the domain of words and spirits is sometimes out of control, and it is easy to affect himself.

The abyss turned into a cube space, enveloping the enemy, and the air flow in it turned into a viscous jelly, and the vampire scythe dashed left and right in it, but without the wind as a medium, its power has become much smaller.

No matter how powerful a fighter is, it is impossible to cut through the air, even if it is colloidal air.

Anton vigilantly pulled out the small pistol hidden in his boot and stared at the enemy in front of him. If he shot rashly, the air around the enemy would block the bullet, so he could only take the risk of trapping the opponent, waiting for the colloidal air to enter. The opponent's lungs, let the enemy suffocate.

The man struggled feebly in the gel, the air here became more and more viscous, and penetrated from his facial features to the inside. This was a competition of endurance, the man suffocated first, or Anton couldn't hold on first?

The answer is no, the barking of dogs came from a distance, and the caged Cerberus dogs started to run out of the cage without restraint. Countless Cerberus dogs spontaneously started a victory parade, and the first day they marched One stop is the place these dogs are most familiar with:
Colosseum.

Pairs of yellow eyes were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness. These dogs eroded by dragon's blood rushed towards the two people in the center of the field. Their bloody mouths were full of desire for flesh and blood.

Seeing the hellhound running wildly, Anton reacted quickly, the golden color in his eyes faded, and the man fell powerlessly to the ground. Anton's words were very restrained to him. Yanling is the ultimate stillness, and this battle of movement and stillness is undoubtedly the victory of Jingjing.

The gun in Anton's hand made a loud noise, and three bullets in a row hit the man's chest. There was the heart, the Achilles' heel of a mixed race.

But as the bullet was ejected from the chamber, what Anton heard was not the sound of puffing into the flesh, but the clanging sound of hitting steel. The sixth sense of years of fighting made Anton's hairs stand up, and he retreated violently. , but it was too late.

The blood-sucking sickle appeared again, and they were even crazier than before. With just a whistling, the five hellhounds were drained of blood and turned into bones on the ground.

The weird man stood up again, his body was gradually mutating, his spine was protruding, his teeth protruded from his lips, blue and black scales appeared everywhere on his body, and the whistling speech spirit became more and more crazy.

"Damn it, stop it!" Anton activated the spirit of speech without hesitation, and the ravages of the vampiric scythe paused slightly, but then became even crazier. With a smile, he surrounded Anton.

The man turned his head and bowed slightly, like a dancer taking a curtain call. Behind him was Anton's blood splattered. The man smiled and whispered:

"thanks for watching."

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