From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 450: Violent Killing
"?!"

On the tower platform, everyone was shocked.

The weird and abnormal high-hat host suddenly transformed into a tall and handsome young man with purple eyes before his eyes...

The people present were all senior figures from various factions, powerful and experienced. They quickly suppressed their shock and regained their composure.

Everyone roughly guessed what had happened.

Even so, the truth is hard to believe.

"you……"

The short-haired female magician, the only duo from the Spiritual Society that had not suffered any casualties, exclaimed.

"You are the representative of 'Midnight Rose'! Mr. Gillan Iros?!"

Clearly, she knew something about Gillan.

That's why it caused such a big reaction.

As she revealed Jilan's identity, the pupils of the others shrank, and a sense of absurdity suddenly emerged in their hearts.

original……

The so-called tower host is actually the "Night Rose" representative in disguise!

And everything that happened just now was a trap he set up against the three secret societies... No, with his strength, there was no need to set up a trap at all.

This is just a complete rip-off!

He manipulated the representatives of the Choir, the Ascetic Sect, and the White Dove Tower to play with them in his hands...

First, they use force to suppress people and make them surrender, and then they are forced to abide by the so-called "rules of the game" and kill each other.

Until finally two died and two were injured!
As for why he was able to wait here in advance and show up in the appearance of a host?
The answer is obvious.

Gillan Iros broke into the tower by force, killed the host, and took his place!

The ability to transform and imitate, which was difficult to distinguish between true and false, was very similar to the spiral of the sword of the furnace, and the way of the "director" in February. Coupled with his terrifying strength, it undoubtedly added a touch of mystery and unknown color.

"You damned bastard!!"

Jeff from the choir could hardly suppress his inner shock and anger, and spoke almost like a roar.

His face was livid, veins on his forehead were bulging, his hands were clenched into fists, and he stared at the young man with red eyes.

The old man in white robe standing next to him was also filled with hatred... and deep despair.

At this moment.

The two were well aware of their situation.

They have no way out...

The hatred of being played around by their opponents, coupled with the anger of seeing no hope of a comeback, made the two men take decisive action.

They would rather die than beg for mercy, and only hope to bite off a piece of each other's flesh in the end!

"die!!"

The two men dodged almost at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, surrounding the purple-eyed young man.

During this process, Jeff lagged slightly behind the old man and quickly took out his "trump card" from behind his waist.

That was also a bell.

It is very similar to the one owned by her fellow masked woman, but the color is darker, with black and mottled patches all over.

jingle!

Jeff rang the bell with a ferocious look in his eyes.

This "Heart Fire Bell" is originally a pair with the "Hollow Bell", but the latter is used to blur the opponent's will and create mental loopholes, while the former, as the main body, is responsible for opening up the "bridge" of the mind, creating an invisible link between the bell ringer and the target, and can send consciousness into its spiritual kingdom at will without obstruction.

At the same time, he can also forcefully drag the other party into his own spiritual kingdom. However, this ability is like inviting a wolf into the house, so it is rarely used.

Just at this moment.

The old man in white robe was the first to arrive in front of the young man with purple eyes. With a ferocious face, he punched with all his strength, heading straight for the opponent's cheek.

The bells rang almost at the same time.

The purple-eyed young man just raised his staff to block, but his movements froze for a moment.

"Success?"

The old man's heart trembled, and he did not miss this great opportunity. His fist was like a cannonball, carrying a strong wind.

Snapped! !

But the next moment.

The old man's half-paralyzed face was filled with a look of shock.

Because his punch was caught by the purple-eyed young man with one hand. The other party regained consciousness at some point and was looking at him indifferently.

"Ah!" A shrill scream suddenly came from behind.

The old man did not look back, his spiritual vision had already sensed the miserable plight of his companions.

Jeff, who attacked with him, suddenly stumbled forward and fell and rolled due to the inertia of running.

The man held his head in his hands, as if enduring unspeakable pain and fear, his face twisted and turning.

"Ah! Ahhhhh!!"

Jeff screamed hysterically.

People inside and outside the film were horrified.

Everyone seemed to have guessed something.

Jeff used the bell to try to invade the mind of the purple-eyed young man, but he didn't know what happened, causing him to suddenly lose his mind and suffer inhuman pain.

Stealing the chicken is losing the rice!

In contrast, everyone couldn't help but feel shocked at the mental strength of the purple-eyed young man.

Jeff himself is a senior level 5 expert in the field of mind and consciousness. With the help of the bell, few people of the same level can resist his invasion.

It even poses a certain threat to level 6.

But not only was the purple-eyed young man fine, he even caused Jeff to suffer a horrible backlash!

What is in his spiritual kingdom?
No one knows.

Soon, Jeff's screams stopped.

He lay on his back on the ground, his eyes empty and his face expressionless, looking as if his consciousness had collapsed.

It has become an empty shell with only flesh left!

"you……"

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly.

One of his arms was crippled by the dirty blood from the cunning rabbit's self-explosion, and the only hand he could move was captured by the young man, unable to escape. What was even more difficult for him to accept was that he was suppressed by the other party in the field of strength that he was best at. The young man's copper-cast and iron-cast palm trapped him in place, which made the old man feel creepy.

Who is this young man with purple eyes?
The close combat ability and strong body that outshines him, the impeccable mental strength and consciousness, the keen perception and intuition, and the strange ability to call the wind and lightning, disguise and change...

Almost all-round, without any shortcomings!
One hundred percent level 6 strength!
"What a bummer..."

The purple-eyed young man said with a dull look.

"I thought you guys could make me sweat a little, but this is all?"

The old man's heartbeat paused, and a dark fire began to burn in his stomach.

He was just short of cursing.

There were five people from the three secret societies when they climbed the tower, but they were destroyed by the other side's trickery and only two were left half-crippled.

"If the five of us had attacked with all our strength without hesitation at the beginning, would there have been a different result?"

The old man couldn't help but think.

"Unfortunately……"

His eyes suddenly changed, turning into an unstoppable determination and murderous intent.

whoosh-

The old man suddenly raised his leg and kicked the young man in the face with a whip.

Amidst the shrill whistling sounds, a flash of legs appeared.

However, Jilan did not take it head-on, but dodged sideways. At the same time, he grabbed the old man's fist and pulled it down -

Wow!
The old man tried his best to keep his balance, but was still dragged and staggered by the brutal force.

Jilan threw a cold hook punch from bottom to top, hitting the old man in the abdomen.

Bang! !

"Wow!" The old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared with his one eye wide open, ignoring the hand that was being dragged, and turned around and kicked backwards, hitting the young man's ribs like a heavy hammer.

Gaba!

The old man's arm broke with a crisp sound, but he was completely unaware and kicked even more fiercely.

Gilan loosened his grip on his fist and raised his cane to block.

Bang! !

The old man's kick, filled with hatred, was extremely powerful.

There was a loud bang and the air waves formed a circle.

However, Jilan's feet seemed to have taken root, he did not retreat even a single step, and managed to withstand the heavy blow with his strong physique.

He grinned.

The old man's heart sank.

"Try mine." Jilan said softly.

Before he could finish his words, he kicked straight out.

call! !

The close-range kick was like thunder in the ears.

The old man's spiritual warning made his scalp tingle.

He just reacted and had no time to dodge when he felt a tightness in his chest and flew into the air uncontrollably.

"Puff!" The old man spurted out a blood mist in the air. His chest was hit by Jilan's "Broken Iron", and it was sunken. It was unknown how many bones were broken.

Before he landed.

The old man then found that the young man had leaped into the air and appeared in front of him. His arms were covered with a layer of arm armor that looked like stone sculptures or skeletons, and even his palms were covered with sharp and ferocious gauntlets.

Gillan pumped his fist indifferently.

The right fist hit the old man in the face.

Bang! !

Blood splattered along with the broken teeth.

He punched again.

Bang! !

The old man tilted his head and slammed the ground hard, causing dense cracks to appear on the surface of the platform covered with stone carvings and engravings.

Jilan followed and fell, kneeling on the old man's throat with his right knee.

Bang! ! !
The old man, whose face was unrecognizable and whose limbs were twisted, was not dead yet. However, he was barely breathing and had completely lost the ability to fight back, so he could only passively take the beating.

Jilan hadn't stopped attacking yet, and "Local King Lin" opened his hands left and right, launching dozens of heavy punches that could kill a Jiushi person instantly, all hitting the old man's head, chest and abdomen.

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

Everyone present only felt that the entire platform was shaking violently. The terrifying sound and blurry afterimages made them hold their breath involuntarily and dared not breathe heavily.

Seeing this, the bald man named Nasim, the representative of the Star Hermitage who also walked the Body Spiral, couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He knew that he wouldn't dare to take a punch or kick of that strength... It wasn't a question of whether it hurt or not, but whether he would die after being hit by the punch.

After a roar.

The loud noise stopped abruptly.

The armor on the purple-eyed young man's arms disappeared, and he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Behind him were broken stone slabs and blood plasma mixed with scraps of cloth.

The higher-ups of the ascetic sect no longer have any human form.

There was dead silence.

Gillan walked aside and picked up the bells from the two representatives of the choir.

They are one black and one silver, and can form a pair.

After learning about the effect of the pair of bells through the "guidance prompts", Gilan raised his eyebrows.

'A mysterious creation that specifically targets the target's mind?'

He thought about it and tied the pair of bells directly to the handle of the cane.

Simply by using spiritual triggering, it can release sound waves containing a special magnetic field to confuse the opponent's perception and destroy the opponent's mental defenses.

"I can even drag the other party's consciousness into my spiritual kingdom... At that time, I can directly let the "Mad King" kill it, and the body left in reality will become a complete empty shell."

Jilan said to himself, and felt more and more that this bell was destined for him.

(End of this chapter)