Damn it, I have a pair of Sharingan eyes

"It's... What..."

Seeing that no one answered his question,

the young man who had emerged from the curse fetus threw half of the bloody palm of Leyan Temple at his feet like garbage, and began to concentrate on observing the guitar that was already stained with blood.

No one replied, but it was not so much that no one answered, but that around the young man, the cursed breath that tore through the heavens and the earth had turned into sharp needles and threads, sewing up the throats of the three of them stitch by stitch, and no one dared to reply.

In the sky, in the curse, it was so ugly! so dirty! so filthy!

It's just that now it's beyond common sense, with a morbid handsomeness, as if the facial features that have been deliberately carved are incomparably deep, the skin is like mutton fat jade, the light is transparent, and the bones that support the flesh and blood are like a hundred years of extreme ice, oozing out a chill that makes people tremble, in the blue iris, between the eyebrows and eyes, the killing intent becomes more and more intense with the faint eyes, as far as the eye can see, as if they are going to devour everything greedily and violently.

It was a brutality that was completely disproportionate to the beauty of beauty.

"Are you all deaf? I'm talking to you, can't humans understand human speech now? Can't I answer me?", the young man scratched his forehead, his expression was quite helpless, and he pulled his open chest a few times, revealing the plain white shirt of solid chest and abdominal muscles, and then forced the guitar back into the hands of Leyan Temple again, and sighed: "That's it, it doesn't matter if the dead man's words are listened to or not, then, despicable bastards, do you need me to introduce yourself to you before I kill them?"

"You..."

bang-Kamo

Kenki spit out a syllable from his mouth with great difficulty, but before he could form a sentence, the young man's body flew backwards at a speed that was difficult to observe with the naked eye, as if he had been hit with the full force of a battering ram, until he smashed the branch of an ancient tree alive, and he barely stopped, and after all this time, Otoku Yuta did not even complete a blink.

"I'm sorry, I'm talking now, can you shut up?", the young man pursed his lips and smiled, the arc outlined with a shocking horror, "My name is Fufeng, born out of your human fear of storms, the king of the Weasel clan, and at the same time a... A super-grade spell that will slay out all humans.

Fufeng's smile became brighter and brighter, until even his snow-white upper teeth were exposed, like a bloody beast, but more like a demon struggling to crawl out of a deep well, just to taste the pain of the world, and slaughter disorderly, and never tire of it.

"Kamo!", it wasn't until his most satisfied student was blasted nearly dozens of meters by the spell spirit's casual blow, and his life was almost in danger, that Rakuyanji Jiashen had a real feeling of cold sweat on his back, and the emotion called fear also strangled his neck again after a lapse of decades.

"Oh, is this kid's name Kamo? That~ he's from the Imperial Family? Fufeng gently wiped the blood in his palm, which was the fruit squeezed from Kamo Kenki's heart, but to him, it was as dirty as muddy water.

"The Three Families, you, how do you know the Three Families!" The

spell spirit that had just broken out of the egg, with such strength, had already made Leyan Temple's heart shattered, and his face was colorless, but when the spell spirit personally said the word Yusanjia, it shocked the old man, and it was like adding fuel to the fire, and the flame called fear in the heart of Leyan Temple Jiashen grew into a towering fire tree.

"Isn't this basic knowledge? don't you know?", Fu Fengyan was stunned, and then he realized and laughed: "Oh, oh, you're talking about that, that... I'm sorry, I forgot to make it clear, although I was nourished by the fear of you humans, but the year I was born was in the Heian era a thousand years ago~" "Heian

era!?How can the spell spirit of the same era as Su Fu have been in the world for so long!?"

"Do you want to know? Hehehehe, it's not that I can't tell you, but..."

The almost sharp storm, accompanied by the Fufeng that had disappeared into space, rushed towards the Rakuyanji Jiashen along with the beautiful laughter it left behind, and countless mana filaments only the thickness of a hair were intertwined, finally forming a huge net that even the earth and mountains could only be smoothly cut into powder.

"You may be cut into diced meat before you hear my answer!"

"Even if I die, I will gnaw off a piece of your meat, this bone of the old man, you can't cut it if you want to!", the blue light spell net was wrapped in earth-shattering killing intent, cutting all the objects along the road into powder, and the sharpness was difficult to compare even with the Tang Heng knife that had been tempered

for thousands of years!

However, this level of offensive still could not defeat Leyan Temple, and when the old man forcibly sewed the half of his palm that was still bleeding with his magic power, those dim and dull eyes burst out with a stubborn essence in an instant.

"Even if there are only two fingers, the old man will never give up playing!!" The

fingertips that were still mottled with blood stains, with the cry of Leyan Temple Jiashen, suddenly crossed the thin strings, and the completely unreserved magic power rushed down like a floodgate, frantically pouring into the deafening sound waves, and the counterattack formed was not an exaggeration to describe it as overwhelming.

Hum -

two equally fierce energy fluctuations converged in one place, one blue and one blue mana tiger and dragon battle erupted into terrifying fluctuations, this time it was not only the ground that was injured, but even the [tent] hanging high in the sky was violently shaking like a wail under the violent impact of the turbulent qi waves.

"Blocked!", seeing that the blue spell net was finally defeated and dissipated by his full output, the uneasiness in the heart of Leyanji Jiashen was also slightly eliminated, although he knew better than anyone that the existence in front of him was invincible no matter what, and the attack just now might just be just a sneeze from others, but despite this, being able to block it may prove that the gap between the two sides is not as huge as zero and one, and it cannot be erased!"

If this attack... If it hits me, can I stop it? If I can't... Will Rika..."

Every word and every shot of Leyan Temple and Fufeng was deeply carved in Otoku, but now he couldn't help at all, he was just pushed into the distance by the air flow inspired by the two waves, and even his forehead and white school uniform were full of dead branches and dirt, how could he have the appearance of a special spell master?

"Blocked, aren't you dead?", Fu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and the interest in his eyes became stronger, as if he regarded this dying old man as an appetizer, and he must savor it carefully, rather than rushing to kill.

So it simply continued to disclose its own information, and it was not too much to say without reservation, and said with a hearty and bright smile: "Then as a reward, let me solve the mystery of my life experience for you, as to why I will know the mystery of the life history of the three royal families." "

The spell spirit overlooking with a winning posture really made Leyan Temple Jiashen very unhappy, but in the other palm, the spell that had been held had already been charged a long time ago, even if it was fired, it was only in an instant.

"But before this hole card is exposed... I still have to get some information about it, and it's completely defenseless against me anyway, just a little more of it. Having said that, in fact, the sweat on the forehead of Leyan Temple has already slid down the ravine of the old skin to the ground, gathering into a small pool.

The reason why the old man was sweating profusely and his heart was beating like a drum was very simple, that is, he was also afraid that if the gap between the other party's strength and his own was too big, what should he do if the spell could not be controlled? Although the superintendent kept saying that he only needed a quasi-level two to perfectly control the quasi-special grade, and he, the leader in the first level, should have no problem controlling the special grade according to reason.

But the problem is that the spell spirit in front of him, Leyan Temple Jiashen can be sure, it

has the ability to fully expand the realm of the realm! And between the special grade that has the ability to expand the realm and the special grade that cannot expand the realm, the difference is huge, and the fool knows how huge!

Not far away, the Fufeng that had temporarily stopped began to gush, and the Leyan Temple, which was holding the [魑] tightly, could only pin all his hopes on it, life and death, and now he no longer had the right to decide.