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Listening to the conversation between the three of Mamon and An Yan, the eyeballs of Skuvalo who was lying on the ground were all red, if it wasn't for being unable to move...
He may have rushed up with a knife by now and hacked the three bastards to death.
On the other side, An Yan stood in the middle of the courtyard with a gloomy expression, looking at the three people approaching him.
His face was extremely pale, the long-term high-intensity fighting, coupled with the loss of a large amount of blood, caused his physical strength and physical condition to be on the verge of limit.
The left arm completely lost the ability to move, which also caused his left side to be a short board.
The three of Mamon obviously didn't intend to let go of this shortcoming, and the one on the left was Lusilia, who was best at close combat.
"Don't be careless."
Mamon said in a deep voice: "He is very powerful, don't underestimate him just because he urinates."
Whoosh!
At this moment, Bell, who was ready to go behind An Yan, made a bold move.
The strangely shaped flying knives came out of the air. Dozens of flying knives were like a cattail fan, as if controlled by invisible hands, they spread out in front of An Yan and attacked him from all directions.
In an instant, he was in front of An Yan.
but...
What happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.
As if he didn't see those flying knives, An Yan slid back, ignoring the flying knives, and swept out towards the void around him.
boom!
A kick kicked in the empty space, and there was a dull collision sound.
so hard.
An Yan couldn't help frowning at the feedback from his feet.
But at this moment, those flying knives had come before them, stabbing An Yan one after another. But the moment they touched An Yan, all the flying knives began to twist, and finally disappeared gradually.
Illusion!
A flash of light flashed in An Yan's eyes. If it weren't for the super intuitive sense of the body, if judged by the naked eye alone, those throwing knives would not be able to see the slightest false feeling at all.
The sound of those flying knives approaching pierced the air, as if something was really coming. This was something he had never experienced when he was duel with that warlock from the Qigu family.
If he didn't believe in super intuition, he might think that the flying knife was a real flying knife, not constructed by illusion.
Looking up, the three Mammon around them were still gradually approaching, but then they began to distort and gradually disappeared.
"You really have the ability to see through illusions."
Mamon's voice came from all directions, as if it was everywhere: "When I was hiding outside the courtyard, I had a faint feeling that you seemed to be aware of our location. Although I don't know how you did it, but..."
An Yan's eyes blurred, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
In a blink of an eye, he was no longer in the courtyard of the castle, but came to a room.
The room is not big, only about ten square meters, but the walls that make up the room are not concrete, but densely packed and countless swords.
Except for the ground, the ceiling and walls are all made of swords.
"The warlock's battle is not as simple as you think."
An Yan stood with his hands folded, and slowly closed his eyes, a picture gradually formed in his mind.
wrong!
An Yan shook his head and dismissed the images in his mind.
This picture is formed by hearing, touch, etc. other than vision, but there is an essential difference between Mamun and the warlock of the Chigu family. He can control his five senses in a real sense.
If this inherent topographic map is formed in the mind, not only will the surrounding swords be believed to be real, but it will also affect the super intuitive judgment.
Now I can only rely on super intuition.
hum~~
The air trembled, and countless swords attacked An Yan at the same time as if they had been ordered.
These are hallucinations.
The piercing voice reached his ears, and An Yan made this judgment in his mind instantly.
But at the moment when the blade was about to reach An Yan's body, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and he almost instinctively stepped back.
Puff puff puff...
Almost at the moment when he left the spot, there was a sound of a blade piercing the ground.
How can it be! ?
An Yan, who was in mid-air, opened his eyes in disbelief, and looked at the blade that had sunk into the soil in front of him.
"real!?"
No, it is indeed an illusion.
Almost at the same time as An Yan looked at it, the blades gradually twisted and finally turned into nothingness, but the traces of the blades stabbing on the ground remained.
Tangible hallucinations!
These four words suddenly appeared in An Yan's mind. This is a technique that only individual warlocks can use. It can transform the illusion of no substance into the illusion of substance, and it can also transform the illusion of substance into the illusion of no substance. To confuse the enemy's judgment.
The surrounding swords are basically fake, but once An Yan treats them as fake, then these blades will instantly become real blades.
And at this moment, several throwing knives struck from behind, An Yan, who had just stabilized his figure, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and rushed out towards the left.
But the moment he rushed out, An Yan's expression changed.
"Oops!!"
As if An Yan had been expected to come over, almost at the same time that An Yan was dodging the swords all over the sky, Lusilia, who was ready to go, had already started to move.
The right heel is raised and rotated inward, the body is twisted to the right, while using the sole of the right foot to push the ground, the left knee with the metal knee reaches the tip of the knee, and a left kick like a Muay Thai textbook has been attacked.
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Almost at the same time when the force of the knee bump reached its peak, An Yan reached his knee, as if he had come forward on his own initiative.
When An Yan realized it, it was too late to turn around and use his right hand to defend.
Click...
Amidst the crisp sound, the bone of An Yan's left arm, which had already been severely injured, shattered instantly.
"Ah~~"
The heart-piercing pain made An Yan's eyes go black, his forehead was instantly soaked with sweat, and his whole body burst out to the right under the impact.
And in the direction where he shot backwards, there were piano wires that were hard to detect with the naked eye.
It was the piano wires carried by the few knives that he dodged earlier. Several piano wires were horizontal in the air, and An Yan, who was knocked out, could not dodge at all.
"Don't forget even when you die..."
Ma Meng looked at An Yan who shot backwards, and he could already imagine the scene of An Yan being torn up by piano wires in his mind, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Varya is not something a brat like you can provoke."
And at this moment!
An Yan, who shot backwards, suddenly raised his head.
Jean, who had been looking at him, was taken aback for a moment.
What an expression! ?
His sweaty face was distorted by the pain, but he was smiling... The corners of his mouth were grinning to the sides, and the corners of his grinning mouth almost reached the ears, as if it would be torn apart at any moment.
that smile...
Crazy and crazy! !
Those bloodshot eyes stared straight at where he was, as if talking about something.
Although I can't hear the sound, judging from the shape of the mouth, it is impressive:
Got you!
next second...
Jackie Chan's right hand slashed across the void in the shape of a dragon's claw, and the five fingers were like five fireworks, with dazzling sparks constantly emitting from the tips.
The sparks were like a lead wire, and the orange flames wrapped around his right hand, enveloping An Yan's whole body in an instant.
Zizizizizi...
Almost at the moment when Huo Yan appeared, the piano wires in front of An Yan turned into molten iron and poured down.
"Explosive Dragon Flame Dance!"
Amid Li shouting, five fingers pierced through the void, and slammed towards Mamun's location through the air.
The moonlight seemed to be swallowed at this moment.
Roar! !
Thrilling deep roars spread throughout the audience, and the orange flames gathered at one point, turning into a giant orange dragon, roaring towards where Mamun was.
Hum——!
The void trembled, and terrifying invisible waves scattered.
Everyone couldn't help but looked up in amazement, looking at the orange flame dragon descending from the sky.
Boom boom boom!
The light bloomed in front of Mamen, the air in front of him exploded directly, and countless air waves swept from the center of the explosion to the surroundings, and Mamen, who was in the center of all these, was instantly swallowed by the Yanlong.
The young figure was led by Yan Long to break through the wall and rush into the forest.
Wherever Yanlong passed, whether it was trees or rocks...
They all collapsed!
It also included a figure rushing towards this side, who was also affected by Yanlong.
Smoke and dust enveloped the courtyard of the castle, and a burnt smell permeated the air.
"How can it be..."
The hallucination gradually dissipated, and Lusvia looked at the dark trench of tens of meters behind the broken wall, his face was full of shock.
Bell, who was standing beside him, was sweating down his forehead, and the corner of his mouth curled up a little stiffly: "Hee...hee~~ This is really scary, he still has such a powerful power hidden, and he is still the same as the BOSS flames."
Scuvaro, who was lying on the ground, raised his head, looking at the figure in the smoke and dust, his eyes were full of disbelief.
The ability to see through hallucinations...knowing the secrets of Vongola's ring...and the flames of the sky...
Who the hell is he?
The smoke and dust in the sky gradually dissipated, and An Yan's figure reappeared in everyone's sight.
Thin body, bare upper body covered with scars.
The left arm was twisted irregularly, the blood stained the bandage red, dripping down continuously, the abdomen on the left side was even more bruised and purple, faintly oozing blood.
"Ahem~~"
Accompanied by coughing, blood slid down the corner of his mouth, and An Yan's figure couldn't help but staggered.
With such a tiny movement, the heart-rending pain from his left hand also caused cold sweat to flow from An Yan's forehead, and his cheeks became distorted due to the pain.
He looked like he was in a mess, but the two standing in the field did not dare to take a step forward.
Too strong...too ruthless...
besides...
terrible!
No one thought that An Yan, under such a disadvantage, would use his left arm to charge Mamon and launch a sneak attack with the help of Lusilia's blow.
And has been forbearing, obviously has the ability of fire, but did not use it. Instead, they choose the moment when they think they have the chance to win and relax their vigilance...
With a sudden attack, he directly solved the strongest and most troublesome warlock!
From the beginning...
He seems to have figured everything out and grasped the direction of the battle.
An Yan glanced at the direction of Yanlong flying out of the corner of his eye, and a hint of doubt flashed in the depths of his pupils.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel the existence of someone other than Mamon just now.
But this idea was immediately thrown out of An Yan's mind.
He looked up at Bell and Lyslia in the courtyard, and the most urgent task now was to deal with the two in front of him.
Although using their carelessness to solve the most terrifying warlock, the price he paid was beyond his expectations. In the current state, it is almost impossible to defeat them.
Cold sweat dripped down his chin and into the big pool of blood at his feet.
The unstoppable flow of blood from the left arm, and the damage to the internal organs of the left abdomen made everything in An Yan's vision extremely blurry.
A strong sense of dizziness kept coming, and An Yan opened his eyelids tightly.
Can't be comatose...
Coma means death!
He wanted to mobilize the flames, but the blow just now almost exhausted all the flames, and could only cause a little spark at the fingertips of the five fingers of his right hand.
The situation is not good.
...
At the same time, at the end of the tens of meters of pitch-black ditch, a small figure landed.
"Jaguang?"
Lal Milch looked at the messy scene in front of him, his little face was full of weirdness.
boom!
A huge rock was pushed away, and Iemitsu Sawada stepped out from behind, patting the dust off his clothes.
"Didn't you say that he doesn't have the qualifications of 'Huoyan'?"
"..."
The corner of Sawada Iemitsu's mouth twitched slightly.
He found that he was becoming more and more unable to see through his little son.
You must know that when Ah Gang and Ah Yan were very young, he and Jiudaimu had investigated... An Yan did not have the qualifications of Huoyan in his body.
But now...
"It seems that Jiudaimu and I have misjudged our eyes."
"Where's Mamon?"
Lal Mirch searched around for a while, hesitated and said, "Could it be dead?"
"Alcobaleno can't die so easily."
Iemitsu Sawada looked up at the night sky, and he could vaguely see the indigo fog gradually dissipating in the void: "He should have reserved the energy to retreat in advance, but he was also seriously injured when he was hit head-on. ."
"It's really cautious. In such a situation where you have all the advantages, you still have a backup."
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