The Sealer of the Sword

The screams of other players could already be heard, and even the heat wave of the flames seemed to be felt by Renko, who was staying in the unmoving fortress.

At that moment, Renko even forcibly stopped the indiscriminate carpet attack - just because she didn't want to hit the flame at all.

Everything close to the flame was evaporated and wiped out in an instant. The huge flame wings continued to show its existence, and the feathers were as sharp as dragon horns.A sharp, long mouth.And then—— dazzling than flames, eyes brighter than ruby ​​red.

A giant bird composed entirely of flames appeared in everyone's sight just like that.

"Ha...ha...why...why is Suzaku, one of the Four Divine Beasts, here!!!"

The words that Renzi couldn't help roaring out directly spoke the heart of everyone.

The guardian of the imperial city, Suzaku, one of the four divine beasts, the absolute existence that made the first generation of the Black King Group wipe out within 120 seconds, why did it appear here!

Unbelievable, all that fills the hearts of everyone is the infinite consternation and absolute-the fear of not wanting to be affected by that giant bird.

If the Seven Kings are only existences above ordinary players, then the Four Divine Beasts are terrifying beings that they absolutely cannot provoke—even among the Seven Kings, they think so.

However, that terrifying thing actually appeared here from the Imperial City? !Why? !

At that moment, Renko, who wanted to lift the immobile fortress, was suddenly stunned again.

Just because when she looked at the Suzaku, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a player running in front of the Suzaku?

No, no—it should be said that Suzaku is chasing that player?

Hey, are you kidding me?

Who has the ability to let Suzaku, one of the four mythical beasts, run after him——

"Father...bleach!!!"

Kuroyukihime seemed to want to call out her father, but in the words that changed her name to another name in an instant, Renko suddenly saw that he suddenly rushed out from beside her, and Kuroyukihime finally above the destination—

It was a man wearing a black kimono and black hair—in short, a man in black at first glance, was running desperately over there, and seemed to be holding another player in his arms?

"Ha...that man...ha...really...such a messed up personality is exactly the same as the rumored one..."

In an instant, he realized that the person was Yan Ye, and when he thought that the place where Yan Ye first appeared was the Imperial City, Renzi couldn't help holding his forehead, with a tone that wanted to laugh but couldn't help but help, Muttering like this.

but--

Now if I relax because Yan Ye is back, it's not enough - the Suzaku behind him is more troublesome than the Yellow King just now...

Um?By the way, what about the Yellow King?

766 Insanely shameful transfer of hatred Dafa T

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Yan Ye really did not expect the appearance of Kuroyukihime and Renko.

At least before that, all he thought was to use the crowd to eliminate the hatred of the bird thing for him.

As soon as he raised his head, he looked towards Kuroyukihime. Seeing that Kuroyukihime seemed to have noticed him, he shouted something and rushed towards him.

Yan Ye didn't respond yet, but the witch who was in his arms shrank suddenly, like a student who was caught by a teacher reading a comic book in class.

"Master! Master!" When the witch saw that Kuroyukihime was getting closer and closer to them, she stretched out her hand and pulled Yan Ye's sleeve, and said, "I want to get out of the car! Hurry up! Get out of the car!"

Yan Ye:"……"

Hearing Yan Ye, the corner of his mouth twitched, and when he looked at the witch in his arms with a slightly tangled gaze, he sighed slightly.

As soon as he turned around, before the shrine maiden could react, she suddenly threw him aside!

There was no hesitation, no doubt, and coherent movements in one go, let Yan Ye learn the tone of the witch just now, and shouted at the witch who flew into the air: "It's good, you!"

The witch was stunned, the witch was stupid, and the witch had no idea that Yan Ye would really throw her out.

So Yan Ye glanced at him and saw that the witch was dancing in the air like a person who fell into the water in mid-air, paddling on the water desperately.

Turning his eyes back, Yan Ye couldn't think about the shrine maiden who was still screaming in mid-air, although he didn't understand why the shrine maiden had such a big reaction to Kuroyukihime Nanzi, but.

Yan Ye, who squatted slightly, his knees completely reduced, and his weight was reduced by one person, slammed on the ground like rockets with both feet, and suddenly rushed forward!

Holding a person in my arms is really hard to let go, and although I don’t know what so many players are gathering in the distance, what are they doing, but——

"Hate value, I'll leave it to you!" Looking at the crowd of players getting closer and closer in the distance, Yan Ye grinned and shouted.

The speed is extremely fast, almost in the eyes of other players, it is just a light like a laser pointer moving quickly from one place to another place - Yan Ye's figure is like that light and shadow, in a few short breaths, it is rushed to the front of the crowd.

He sank his cheeks slightly, looking at the player who was closest in front of him, whose face was full of surprise and confused expressions, Yan Ye directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the player's collar-like thing, and then Throw it to the back!

puff-

There was something like this in an instant behind him, as if something was evaporated, and even the screams of the player were drowned in it.

It is clear that the source of the evaporating and screaming sound is the last sound left when the player who was thrown behind by him was directly swept in by the bird thing.

But even so, Yan Ye still didn't stop what he was holding.

One for each hand, then dragging the player and then back - throwing - he was even thinking now why he didn't have more hands!

The sound of the metal melting in the scorching flames, and the screams, consternation, and fear of the player were mixed together.

However, even if Yan Ye kept throwing the players in front of him to the back one by one for that bird, the hatred value was still on him.

Could it be that the attacks of so many people are not as good as the blow of his own magic spear? !