final catastrophe

Chapter 469 38. Unprecedented
After the stagger, it was a quick slash.

Knife against knife, and punches were interspersed during the period.

The sound of punching and shouting, roaring, is like a wild lion in the presence of an emperor.

The wild lion's mane was curled upside down, and the pale flame shot out from the sky.

The onlookers have already forgotten that this is the Shura field.

Since that boy appeared.

He has become extremely bright.

Chu Diyan felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger. If he was a mass of aggressive fire, then what is this young man?
"Pompeii, do your best! Otherwise, you and I will die here!!" Chu Diyan's slightly curly brown hair was already soaked, and he looked at the young man who still had a calm expression, and his heart suddenly flashed with astonishment.

"He is improving every time he cuts! Every time he cuts, he is surpassing the limit of his previous sword!"

Chu Diyan let out a low growl, and slashed with the saber in both hands.

This blow met the sword that was coming close.

However, the knife clung to the edge of his wooden knife like a swimming snake, slid down, fell, and chopped off.

After cutting the air, the saber's momentum was unfinished.

It suddenly turned and turned, like a gray dragon suddenly raised its head.

Moonlight rolls.

This saber's intent is so treacherous, like a hellish but evil fire.

After slashing the saber, Xia Ji didn't look at the boy with brown slightly curly hair anymore, his body suddenly turned around, the saber's momentum was like ashes, but it revived again.

With the turning of his footsteps, waist, arms, head, and broken hair, he pulled out a road without turning back.

The light of the knife is in a line.

Before Pompeii's punch was thrown out, a bloody line appeared on his neck.

The two fell to the ground before exerting all their strength.

In the moonlight, Xia Ji's pupils were indifferent and pale.

He looked at the red stain on the wooden knife, and then continued towards the crowded place.

But no one dared to confront him again.

run away in desperation
But the boy was still walking, walking all night, killing all night, until dawn rose.

When the Blood Vulture Society who collected the corpses arrived, they saw what happened last night.

It's like singing a little poem all night alone.

And the poet stands among the corpses.

In the Asura field after the seven-day carnival in the Lion Hall, the so-called free day for selecting newcomers, and the once-a-year death feast, there was only one person standing at this time.

What about the rest?

Fang Quan, Zhao Qiu, and Qin Ze were all stunned.

They were not blind, and neither were those who came with them.

The rest of the people were all on the ground, or their heads were separated, or their throats were sealed with a knife.

Broken swords, broken guns, and broken knives were scattered all over the place.

And the young man covered in bloody and violent aura was looking at the ray of dawn that had just risen in the sky with his hands and knife hanging down, his broken hair sticking to his face.

"A major event happened this year." Fang Quan's gloomy face froze.

His eyes swept over Chu Diyan lying on the ground, and Pompeii, the man of the hour among the two newcomers to the academy, and he was also a person with a special or prominent family background.

At this time, the former died in a miserable state, while the latter had his head separated from his body.

"In the Asura field on the day of freedom, only one person survived. His face is still very young."

Qin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, apparently the record of this old friend shocked him beyond measure.

And such a brutal method could not help but make him feel vigilant.

Usually, on each Freedom Day, more than a hundred people will survive, half of them will die, and more than half will live. This is already tragic, and the society is already facing a lot of trouble.

Then the surviving hundred people will undergo various competitions and then be selected.

But this year, the selection was exempted.

Because there is no need to choose.

Zhao Qiu also showed a wry smile. Although she was a pervert, the one standing in the pile of corpses was even more perverted.

She didn't dare to be presumptuous, or even move.

"It's already dawn." The pervert said the first sentence.

The three were speechless.

Have you lost track of time?

"It's time to go to the library." The pervert said the second sentence.

Then he casually threw away the red wooden knife in his hand, and walked towards the road paved by the morning light.

The sky is full of red clouds, and the winter is deep and cold.

It is not long before the most festive year.

At that time, it will be firecrackers every family, celebrating the New Year.

When Xia Ji walked to the door of the library, the door hadn't opened yet. He sat quietly on the stone steps as before, and began to wait for what he was used to.

Today's mist is a little crimson.

But his pale face remained haggard.

Hehe palms, spit out a mouthful of warm air like a white snake, then clasped his hands together, rubbing gently to keep himself warm.

Inadvertently, exhaustion hit, and the mind was heavy like a plumb around the neck.

He swayed, but his right leg kicked off the ground in time to maintain his balance.

But the shaking is getting heavier and heavier.

Slowly, Xia Ji fell on the slightly inclined stone ladder, closed his eyelids, and fell asleep.

In the dream, the blood and genes dating back 3000 years began to gradually recover.

"Who is this person? He's at the library gate early in the morning!"

The girl on duty today is obviously not a girl who is still familiar with Xia Ji, the slightly fat boy frowned and said, "Could it be that people from the day of freedom died here yesterday?
No, the fights usually start around the lake, how did they end up here? "

"Hey, are you dead?" The slightly fat boy arched his body with his feet, causing him to turn over.

It was a pale and tired face.

"He's not dead yet, why are you sleeping here?" The slightly fat boy pushed him hard, trying to wake him up, but he gave up after a few times because he slept too deeply.

"I must have chatted with the girl all night, and then fell out of love again." The slightly fat boy made an inference, looked at the boy's face carefully, and muttered, "It's so handsome, it's not the same as being dumped. Become a single dog?"

It seems that the injury was deep, otherwise why are you so haggard?

With the pride of "you and I are the same kind of people", the slightly fat boy chuckled, then opened the chain of the library door, pushed the door and entered.

The smell of books inside the door is weak, and more of it is stale smell and taste.

The sky is getting darker and the fog is clearing.

The whole Jizhou Academy seemed to be ignited and began to boil.
Since the opening of the school, only one person has survived on the day of freedom. This is unprecedented! !
How terrifying is this?
How vicious and vicious was that massacre.

"Could it be that Jizhou Academy is about to usher in a lunatic?"

"I don't know who it is?!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My Chu Diyan, no matter what."

"Master Pompeii, he is so powerful, so majestic, how is it possible?"

"Who the hell did this?"

Fear and uncertainty filled the hearts of everyone in Jizhou Academy.

But before the permissions are revealed, perhaps only a very small number of people know.

And those three people will never forget that in the morning light, the executioner's pale face was bathed in blood mist.

And no one will ever know that the executioner is lying down on the stone steps of the sparsely populated library, sleeping in the cold winter.

(End of this chapter)