Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

The exaggerated opening reveals the greasy side of the man in the white suit.

Compared with these useless words, everyone is more concerned about the reaction of the man reading the newspaper.

The two men and women from the Reincarnation Cult were even more worried. They will always remember that their elders told them, "If you are sure, sit on that chair. If you have no eyes, stand."

They've asked "What chair?"

The only reply I got was "You will know when the time comes."

Obviously, that chair represents an opportunity that must be fought for, an unspeakable taboo!

The person who comes first is naturally the leader of the arena.

The man in the white suit is the attacking party.

Compared to the attacker, everyone is more eager to see the strength and attitude of the champion.

At least there are three locations!

Everyone's heartstrings couldn't help but tighten, especially the man in white who pretended to be nonchalant and sat down shamelessly.

For [Blood Moon Baptism], one's family background, camp, and sect are not important.

The only thing that can speak is strength.

At this time, someone disguised as MacLeod didn't even raise his eyelids to the greasy man's clichés, and lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "I'm waiting for a big show to start."

"Oh? What kind of drama?" The man in white had a teasing expression on his face. He looked relaxed, but in fact his nerves were tense to the extreme, spreading his spiritual sense to the maximum.

But no matter how much he spread his senses, he found that he could not sense the man in front of him. This man's soul and his life breath were completely integrated with the ruins.

If the other party wasn't still breathing, the man in white would even begin to doubt whether the other party was alive.

Facing the answer of the man in white, Mark felt equally mysterious.

Because he had already 'seen' the other party's scattered soul induction. In the soul vision, there were countless thin threads protruding out, but unfortunately he blocked them all with newspapers. The feedback the other party gets will not be any different from the stone tiles on the ground.

Mark raised his lips slightly: "A big show called [Waiting]! Because you never know whether the person sitting next to you for no reason is a funny clown...or a good travel companion who is worth killing the boring time. "

The cold response was full of sharp words. This was no longer soft and hard, but complete disdain.

On a normal day, it would undoubtedly be a huge humiliation for the man in white.

What to do at this moment, the decision was left to the man in white.

Everyone believed that if they were more than half sure, the man in white would not hesitate to launch a killing move at this close range.

Who would have thought that the rhetoric would continue.

"Waiting? Although I hate waiting, life is a waiting! Who should I wait with? Why don't we talk about a popular actress or a beautiful noble daughter while we wait? I have There are many special ways, right?”

The man in white ignored the other party's humiliation of secretly calling him a 'clown' and chose to maintain a tense atmosphere with nonsense chatter. In other words, he needed more information.

Mark didn't answer directly, and didn't even look at the man in white: "In this world, there will always be people who 'watch until the clouds clear and see the moonlight', but there are also fools who 'just sit back and wait for death'. I wonder which type you are?"

His calm expression belied his desire to kill.

The man in white obviously has a very keen sense of this aspect.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The man in white stood up in a very natural and slow movement: "I suddenly remembered that I didn't walk very far and I'm not tired yet."

Shamelessly, he completely ignored the indifferent and slightly disdainful looks of the other people, and walked aside by himself, leaning against a section of ruins to cool off.

Obviously, in this invisible confrontation, the man who read the newspaper won completely.

The other three groups felt tense.

Who can come here without blood on their hands?

The blood moon wiped out the mediocre people, and the first two passes wiped out the real trash.

Who is not the elite among the elite who can come here?

Vivian carefully observed the other two groups of people: To her surprise, the Storm cultists were notoriously violent, but the two-meter-tall man was calm, without sadness or joy, the kind of person who knew there was danger but The indifferent look in her eyes made people confused; on the contrary, she felt that the two guys who should be reincarnation believers were most likely to take action in the next round.

Vivian thought about her situation secretly: Regardless of the fact that the Church of Light and Night is extremely powerful in the secular world, that is the general trend. She is the only young talent worthy of praise in recent years. After all, evil sects of extraordinary people tend to grow in strength at a faster rate in their initial stages due to unscrupulous tactics, and the number of candidates from the Sin Church and the Apocalypse Sect is relatively larger. In the blood moon world, she became the easiest one to be targeted.

She took retreat as a step forward and said loudly: "I'm not tired either."

After saying that, she took three steps back to show that she had no intention of competing.

The storm giant doesn't matter, if the two of them withdraw, then the two reincarnation cultists will be left to make a choice.

In fact, the male believer was already a little moved.

First of all, they have the upper hand in numbers, and secondly, the man reading the newspaper is not necessarily the kind of strong man from the chaotic camp who kills everyone on sight. If the test fails, there is probably a way out. They can completely have one person attack and the other person guard.

At this moment, a strange horse neighing suddenly came from the distance.

The sound is sound, but it is not the sound coming from the air, but the sound of the soul.

A pale shadow that was incompatible with the background of the red moon moved from far to near, quickly crossing the void road made of suspended bricks and breaking into everyone's field of vision.

On Earth, there can be many answers to what the white horse and the riding bow represent.

In this world, the white horse archers represent only one kind of people - the Plague Cultists who believe in the [Plague] Apocalypse Knights.

Vivian immediately tightened the bowstring of the silver magic-breaking crossbow under her black robe.

Even though she was as calm as she was, her almond-shaped eyes would inevitably widen and she would grit her silver teeth.

Because there are two heads tied around the waist of this plague knight, one is that of a brown-haired woman of unknown origin, and the other is the head of a typical ascetic.

The reincarnation cultists obviously had the most comprehensive information. The woman lost her voice on the spot: "God of reincarnation! [Venomous Sore] Ubel killed [Pious Esma] and [Sleepless City Dancer Gloria]!"

As soon as these words came out, Plague Knight Ubel immediately became the focus of the audience.

Mark didn't know the origins of the two victims. According to the memory of a certain dead ghost, the name Esma means 'good guard'.

Norbert, the god of asceticism believed by ascetics, is a standard lawful good god. He always teaches believers to flog themselves, be willing to help others, and endure suffering for all sentient beings in the world.

Although this ascetic practice is destined to have few followers, the followers are almost without exception good people.

As for the dancing girls, they are most likely followers of the God of Dance.

Mark is indifferent.

Mark didn't even know that Ubel's battle to become famous was that he single-handedly slaughtered a standard knight group of 500 people in Victoria, and completely reduced a small town of 5,000 people to death.

This name is considered common sense to most extraordinary people.

However, none of this matters anymore.

Mark only needs to know that it is right to catch the Apocalypse Knight believers and kill them.

As soon as the Plague Knight appeared, everyone was immediately shocked.

A soul war horse that is so pale that there is no blood, a strange armor that looks like a white shroud, and an inhuman face.

He was not wearing a helmet. Because he can't wear any universal helmet in the world. His forehead was deformed by a mysterious force, and the forehead of his skull formed a shape like a cabbage.

In the eyes of plague believers, this is called the ‘Crown given by God’.

A pair of narrow eyes, the corners of which opened almost to the temples, with pus constantly lying from the corners of the eyes.

To Mark, this guy is a monster!

I thought the Plague Knight would kill everyone he saw.

Unexpectedly, the Plague Knight ignored the others and first attacked Mark on the bench.

Riding on an extremely terrifying ghost horse, the Plague Knight rushed to a place thirty steps away from the bench and stood there. His chin was slightly raised, and his arrogant voice was full of mockery: "Hey! Boy! This seat is not for you. of!"

Mark stared at the newspaper without raising his eyelids, and his tone was terrifyingly cold: "There is no role for you in the big drama I'm waiting for."

The answer is wrong!

Since both parties don't like chatting with dead people, they naturally don't talk about it.

The bowstrings vibrated, and the surrounding atmosphere roared.

Along with the sound, an extremely unpleasant stench of plague spread out.

The battlefield where the Plague Knight is located will never be without the spread of plague.

At this time, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He finally raised his head and stared coldly at the white arrow shot towards his face, not taking this death weapon that was rapidly expanding in his field of vision at all.

His tone was more like an angry smile: "Want to pollute this space? You actually work in front of me! Door! Get! Axe!?"

In the eyes of others, as soon as the man reading the newspaper finished speaking, countless red lights appeared out of thin air in front of him, intertwined together, as if the entire floating platform was vibrating, and blocked the Plague Knight's arrow.

At this moment, Vivian, the Storm Giant, the man in white, and the Reincarnation Cult were stunned almost at the same time.

It’s not unusual for white arrows to be blocked.

Among the Sequence 7 Beyonders, there are definitely many who can do this.

While blocking the white arrows, he also drove back the aura of plague spread by the Plague Knight. That was an exaggeration.

Everyone had an absurd feeling: the man reading the newspaper was rejecting the Plague Knight with the power of the entire blood moon space.

The next moment, the man who read the newspaper launched a fierce counterattack.

No one saw when the machete from his waist flew out, but everyone had a consensus - once this strange bone machete locked on the target, it would either be successfully carried by force, or it would be after the force of the two sides confronted each other and produced a mysterious energy turbulence. Successfully dodge within one hundredth of a second.

Apart from this, there is no third possibility of survival.

Right in front of them at this moment, the notorious Plague Knight Ubel didn't even have a chance to force the man reading the newspaper to stand up. He struck first, but he was struck first by the second one. He cut the man and the horse in half with one knife.

The plague pus in Ubel's body didn't even have a chance to do evil again. It was evaporated instantly before it splashed out, leaving only two pieces of body that exuded an unpleasant burnt smell.

The space shock caused by the flying knives began to gradually subside, but the hearts of everyone present were still shaken.

Looking at Mark, who still kept reading the newspaper, they had the same question in their minds:

——What kind of strength is this?