I studied beheading in a mental institution

Lin Qiye's eyes were fixed, his figure turned into a touch of night, and the space flickered at a high speed and receded!

Almost at the same time as he left, No. 22 raised the [scepter] in his hand and smashed it to the ground again.

clang--!

The golden ripples spread rapidly, spreading around, approaching the receding night.

The power of the [Scepter], Lin Qiye knew very well that once it was affected by the golden ripples, his spirit would be forcibly confiscated. At that time, No. 22 would gain double the spiritual power, and hold the [Scepter] and the [Holy Grail] ], Lin Qiye, who has become an ordinary person, has almost no chance of winning.

Fortunately, Lin Qiye left in time, and the distance of [Glittering Night] was long enough, so he barely avoided the confiscation range of [Scepter] and landed on the ruins one kilometer away.

Seeing that Lin Qiye avoided this blow, No. 22's eyes showed surprise. He wanted to directly mobilize the power of the [Holy Grail] to make a wish, but after hesitating for a moment, he gave up this idea.

With a flash of his figure, he quickly chased after Lin Qiye.

Two streamers of light streaked across the sky of Wucheng one after another, starting a thrilling pursuit.

In terms of speed, if Lin Qiye uses [Somersault Cloud], he can get rid of No. 22 in minutes, but once he does this, the pair of boots, the silver bird and the long spear will immediately chase after him.

With the [Scepter] in hand on the 22nd, he is not afraid of being hunted down by these three artifacts, but if Lin Qiye is caught up, he will only fall into a situation of being besieged.

Lin Qiye pushed [Flickering Night] to the extreme, while looking back at No. 22 who was chasing after him, his brain was running fast.

Sure enough, as he expected, although No. 22 holds two "supreme" artifacts, the [Scepter] and the [Holy Grail], the former requires a certain range of casting spells, while the latter requires life as a sacrifice. If it is not necessary, No. 22 is probably reluctant to use it [Holy Grail] Make a wish, in this way, as long as you keep a certain distance, the threat that No. 22 can pose to him is actually very limited.

Lin Qiye stomped on, and magical radiance bloomed from the ground, and several figures were summoned, floating behind him.

Xue Nu waved her hand, and countless ice crystals condensed from nothingness, turning into an overwhelming snowstorm sword, rushing towards No. 22 who was chasing after her.

No. 22 frowned slightly, twisted his figure quickly, shuttled nimbly among the ice swords all over the sky, looked at several figures floating in the distance, and said puzzledly:

"Is it Summoning? Didn't he only represent Evernight Goddess and Seraphim? How could he really know magic..."

Just when No. 22 was in doubt, a looming female voice floated into his ears:

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my past life, and I am your present life..."

The moment he heard this sound, the surrounding ice swords that pierced the ground stood up at the same time, like a pen holder held by an invisible big hand, and quickly outlined concentric circles in the sand.

As the circles connected from end to end, a woman in a blood-stained white dress appeared ghostly beside No. 22. Her pale palm was like lightning, and she directly grabbed the king's [scepter] in his hand!

"What the hell?"

No. 22's eyes shrank, and he subconsciously took half a step back. The two ice swords slashed across his skin, leaving bloodstains on his shoulders and knees.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, he suddenly raised the [Holy Grail] in his hand:

"Make a wish, the evil spirits will disperse!"

As the voice fell, a faint light flashed on the surface of the [Holy Grail], and the bodies of Xue Nu and Pen Fairy shook at the same time, flying upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Two rays of magic light flashed, and their figures had been sent back to the mental hospital of the gods.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xue Nu and Bi Xian's joint attack didn't work, but it didn't matter, at least they used up a chance to make a wish on the 22nd.

There is no life in this desert to replenish, and if this continues, the energy of the [Holy Grail] will be exhausted sooner or later, and this "supreme" artifact will be completely useless by then.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to make a move, the third stream of light quickly flashed across the sky, rushing towards here!

He and No. 22 were startled at the same time, and turned their heads to look in that direction.

I saw an incandescent fireball falling from the sky, smashing heavily on the desert, rolling up the manic sands, a figure holding a long sword, slowly walking out from the incandescent light.

That person's face was a bit unfamiliar to Lin Qiye, but he was wearing a black cloak full of sword marks, and the word "38" could be vaguely seen on the wide brim of the hat.

Among the agents who invaded Wucheng at that time, the only one who escaped from the hands of the old city lord?

Lin Qiye immediately recalled the identity of that person.

At that time, in the central square of Wucheng, only No. 38 was not controlled by the [Scepter], and even though he lost his mental power, he still escaped from the pursuit of the old city lord.

"[Ten Yuqian] the second place, Bifeitu?!" Seeing that person on the 22nd, Bilin Qiye was even more surprised, "You're still alive?"

Bi Feitu's eyes fell on the [scepter] in the palm of No. 22, his eyes narrowed slightly,

"I plan to come back and kill that old man, it seems that there is no need for this..."

"The king's [sword]..." No. 22 also noticed the long sword in Bifeitu's hand, his eyes sparkled, "It seems that your chance is not bad."

Bifeitu didn't speak, he just looked at Lin Qiye silently, with a puzzled expression.

"you are?"

"He is No. 33, Miles, and he is also the agent of the double gods we have been looking for... Lin Qiye." No. 22 said in a very seductive tone, "Bifitu, the two of us join forces and catch the The agent of the double gods who lives here in Daxia, we will share the secrets we get afterward, how about it?"

"Shuangshen agent?" Bi Feitu frowned, looking at Lin Qiye with curiosity.

Lin Qiye's heart trembled.

Although he didn't know the origin of this Bifeitu, but if Lin Qiye guessed correctly, he was one of the two monsters in the [Ten Royal Front] that Pakash said, and he was able to escape with the power of the [Scepter]. His own strength is by no means simple.

What's more, he still has a [treasure sword] in his hand that can kill the king of gods!

If Bifeitu really teamed up with No. 22, things would be bad.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and said to Bifeitu: "The [Holy Grail] in his hand can erase the imprint of the gods in your body, we will kill him together, the [Holy Grail] belongs to you, and the [Scepter] belongs to me. "

"The mark of the gods?" Bi Feitu shook his head, "I've already deducted that kind of thing myself."

He pulled down the collar with his hands, and on the left chest of the strange body that looked like stitching, a hideous bloody wound was exposed in the air. Judging from the traces of the wound, it should be cut open by himself with the sword edge of the king's [sword].

Deep in the left chest, a shattered heart split from it, completely losing its vitality.

And on his right chest, a god's heart, like an incandescent sun, was beating slowly but firmly!