Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three streaks of icy blue light tore through the air.

On the seventh day of the third month, he shot out six ice arrows with resentment.

Each arrow locked onto the blade's vital point.

Between the eyebrows.

throat.

heart.

The air was so cold that streaks of white frost formed in the air.

however.

Blade stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

He simply raised his left hand, the one that wasn't holding the sword.

It's like swatting away flies.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

He actually caught those three arrows in his bare hands!

There's nothing fancy about it.

It's just physical strength.

"Click."

Bring your five fingers together.

Several arrows shattered instantly into countless glittering powders, which fell softly from between his fingers.

Ren flicked the ice shards off his hands.

He slowly raised his head.

Those dark red eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.

"Little girl."

"Didn't anyone teach you to assess the situation?"

The blade's voice was hoarse, carrying a strong stench of blood:

"The battlefield for adults..."

"Is there anything you need to do here?"

The voice just fell.

boom!

The ground beneath the blade's feet instantly shattered.

He shot forward like an arrow, dragging the broken, fragmented sword, completely ignoring Dan Heng in front of him, and charged towards March 7th!

Murderous intent.

Pure killing intent.

He always preferred to cut such reckless troublemakers into pieces first.

"March!!"

Dan Heng's pupils suddenly contracted.

too fast.

The speed at which the blade exploded was twice as fast as before!

This madman was actually holding back just now?

"Get out of here!!"

The Cloud-Striking Spear in Dan Heng's hand transformed into a blue barrier, attempting to forcibly intercept him.

But Ren smiled.

The laughter was cruel.

"You seem...to care about her a lot?"

During that high-speed movement, Blade's body twisted strangely.

It's like a slippery, venomous snake.

He touched the ground with his toes and forcefully changed direction.

Completely defying the laws of physics, it slid past Dan Heng's spear tip!

The goal remains unchanged.

The sword's edge was aimed directly at March 7's slender neck!

"broken!"

Danheng's heart skipped a beat.

The gun's momentum had waned, and there was simply no time to defend!

Before March 7th could even react, the cold blade had already pierced three inches in front of his nose!

The scent of death was palpable.

"Stop...right now!!!"

A roar.

Pfft!

Blood splattered.

At the critical moment.

A slender hand actually managed to grab the incredibly sharp, fragmented sword from the side!

It is Danheng.

He didn't care about any moves or defenses at all.

He gripped the blade tightly with his own flesh and blood!

creak-

A tooth-grinding sound of bones grinding together.

The sharp blade instantly sliced ​​through the dragon scales on Dan Heng's palm and embedded itself deeply into his finger bones.

Fresh blood dripped wildly down the sword.

"Tap, tap."

"Danheng?!" March 7th was terrified, his face turning deathly pale.

Dan Heng gripped his sword tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, his usually cold and stern face now contorted with rage.

"Let's go!!"

"Hurry up and run!!!"

"Leave this place with the stars!!"

"It's dangerous here! You're no match for him! Run!!"

He was really anxious.

His voice was hoarse from shouting.

however.

On March 7th, I looked at Danheng's bloody, mangled hand.

Then he looked at Xing, who was squatting on the ground in the distance, holding up his severed finger with a blank expression.

Anger instantly overwhelmed her reason.

fear?

What's there to be afraid of!

"Walk?"

March 7th's eyes were red-rimmed, her teeth were clenched, and her voice was trembling:

"Go my ass!!"

"He beat you up like this... and even cut off Xing's finger..."

"Now that I'm leaving, am I still considered a member of this train?!"

"What's so scary?!"

"I'm going to fight you to the death today!!"

collapse!

The bowstring vibrated.

March 7th didn't back down at all. Instead, he held the sword and shot an arrow straight at the blade's eye!

"act recklessly."

Ren snorted coldly and flicked his wrist.

The immense force flung Dan Heng away and shattered the incoming ice arrow.

"Since you don't want to leave, then you might as well all die here."

"I... haven't had this much fun killing in a long time!"

boom!

The three of them instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

This time, Danheng completely lost his mind.

He no longer cared about being good at both offense and defense, nor did he worry about getting injured.

Without him.

He was afraid.

I'm really scared.

I'm afraid the blade might actually hurt the two girls.

Dan Heng immediately switched to "mad dog mode".

"Drink it!!"

The Cloud-Striking Spear danced in his hands, transforming into a blue storm.

when--!

The spear tip was blocked by the blade.

Dan Heng didn't even put the gun away. Instead, he gripped the middle of the gun barrel with both hands and used it like a stick to smash Ren's temple!

He dodged the blade with his head to the side.

He swung his sword backhand and thrust it towards Dan Heng's heart.

Normally, Dan Heng would definitely return the shot to defend.

But now.

puff!

The tip of the sword pierced his left shoulder.

Dan Heng didn't even frown. He even took a step forward to make the sword pierce deeper, thus blocking the weapon's blade!

Followed by.

Dan Heng reached out and grabbed Ren's arm tightly.

Bang!

A knee strike landed hard on Ren's lower abdomen.

At the same time, his forehead slammed forward!

Boom! !

Those two hard dragon horns slammed solidly into the blade's nose.

"Well……"

The blade was struck so hard that blood streamed down his nose, forcing him to take a half-step back.

"March! Shoot him!"

Dan Heng's face was covered in blood, but he was still roaring.

"They're here!!"

On March 7th, he wiped away tears as he drew his bow.

"Six Phases of Ice and Rain!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The dense ice arrows poured down like a torrential rain.

Not seeking to inflict damage, but merely to block movement!

Each arrow was aimed precisely at Ren's knees, ankles, and wrists.

Even as he was about to unleash his power, an ice spike suddenly shot out from the ground, tripping him and causing him to stumble.

In a short time.

The once invincible blade was actually held back by these two reckless guys!

……

On the edge of the battlefield.

Xing was still staring blankly, clutching the broken little finger in her hand.

She glanced at Dan Heng, who was being fought so fiercely that blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

Then I looked at March 7th, who was frantically outputting information like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"..."

These two guys are really desperate.

But I'm really fine...

"Fine, I'll go up and fight too."

However, it seems a bit disadvantageous to go up and fight that madman with a sword with bare hands.

Thinking of this.

Xing, expressionless, stretched out her left hand and placed it on her right ribs.

Apply force with your fingers.

Hold onto one of them.

"Um……"

Apply slight force.

Click.

A crisp sound.

Xing pulled her hand out of her clothes.

Suddenly, a white, beautifully curved rib, tinged with blood, appeared in his hand.

He waved it twice.

It made a whooshing sound.

"It feels good."

Xing nodded in satisfaction.

Isn't this better than any alloy baseball bat?

It comes with built-in armor-piercing properties!

then.

Carrying the still-warm rib, she strode headlong into the battle with an air of utter indifference!

……

Not far away.

Kafka watched the show with an elegant smile throughout.

The instant that "click" sounded.

The smile froze on her face.

His previously nonchalant gaze froze at that moment.

What did she see?

That child...

He actually broke off his own ribs?

Just to fight?

"..."

Kafka's finger, which was gripping the gun, twitched suddenly.

The playful glint in those purple eyes had vanished completely.

Instead.

It was a suffocatingly cold feeling.

There was also a hint of barely concealed, impending rage.

That was the kind of anger a mother feels when she sees her mentally challenged child being bullied to the point of self-harm...

"I was originally planning to contact you after it was all over."

"Now it seems we don't need it anymore..."

"despair."

The high heels touched the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, Kafka strode directly into the chaotic battleground.