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It was a plain fact that they were dealing with a king.

It is not the king, who can hide for so long under the pressure of Zhou Fangzun.

Ten beams of Tatara felt like he was having a bizarre big dream. In the dream and reality, the roles were reversed. The person who should have hugged him was lying in his arms, bleeding the blood that should be bleed by him.

Perhaps because of his childhood experience, Juju Tatara’s character is not as gentle as it appears on the surface—no, gentleness is real. He will always have an unquenchable enthusiasm for this world, but he will not be obsessed with any love things.

Passionate and fickle, gentle and cold.

Except for Wang and Barbara, who followed wholeheartedly, Ten Beams had just the right measure for any existence, and he could not even care about his own death, but now, his fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't sleep...don't sleep, don't fall asleep, just wait a little longer, just hold on..."

The frenzied flames exploded on the rooftop with a fiery wind. The Scarlet King's anger was silent and majestic. He didn't look at the person in Shishu's arms, but mobilized all his strength to face the brave man. The guy who angered him chased and blocked him.

The ground under his feet was trembling in the high temperature, seeping out the water vapor that was about to melt, and the sound of the cracking of the stones rang out, and the beast that was locked in his heart opened his eyes. He stood up and uttered his first roar after becoming a king with astonishing power.

In the high sky and the clouds, surging flames flowed and intertwined, and the light and shadow were deep, like the eccentric gaze of the Creator, and a magnificent miracle was displayed in the dark night that did not know when.

It was a majestic and majestic sword, hanging in the sky, shining bright red light. In the center of the sword was a dark red gem like blood, like hot magma solidified and gathered, and like the most magnificent explosion moment of a star The freeze frame, the light even reflected the night red, you can't imagine what kind of power is contained in it, the kind of art that combines power and beauty——

The shape of the sword body is perfect that human beings cannot describe in any language. The feather-like tough cross-shaped hilt embraces the gemstone, and the sharp or curved details under it are smooth and beautiful. There are violent flames surging around it, and there are also An indescribably deep tenderness enveloped it.

The only pity is that this perfect work of art is falling apart at an extremely slow rate.

Tiny fragments floated around the blade, like the lifespan of an aged and heroic emperor.

Because of its beauty, this cracked reality is even more unacceptable.

The Red Sword of Damocles.

Only Fushimi, who is on duty in the intelligence department, is still working. The black circle around his eyes is not very obvious under the light, but it actually exists.

After printing out the new report, Fushimi sighed deeply, dropped his pen, and leaned back in his chair.

In the silent office, a shrill siren suddenly sounded.

"Drip drip-"

Fushimi was taken aback for a moment, then kicked off his chair and jumped up. The whole person threw himself in front of an instrument, quickly typed a few times on the keyboard, and stared at the exponentially rising straight line, his face suddenly changed.

"Master! It has been detected that the Weitzman value of Zhou Fangzun, the third ruler, continues to increase, and the sword of Damocles has appeared!"

The man sitting behind the desk raised his head, and he was putting the puzzle in his hands in a place where there was no way around. There was also a small gift bag on his desk, tied with a bow with a dark blue ribbon , full of girlish air, the strange thing is that it may be because this man's aura is so strong, there is no sense of disobedience when this thing is placed next to him.

Reiji Munakata pushed his glasses, the smile in his eyes faded to the point of disappearing: "Where is it?"

Fushimi replied without pausing: "Hirasaka Building, [-]-[-], [-]rd Street, Zhenmecho."

"The whole team." The man behind the desk stood up and ordered coldly.

"Yes, Chief." Fushimi replied crisply.

Qingyunliao's alarm sounded, and the piercing sound pierced the night sky. Zongxiang slowly frowned amidst the background sound.

He and Zhou Fangzun have been fighting for several years, and they have played against each other countless times. Because they are old opponents, they also know each other very well.

That person always looks like he can't wake up lazily, and he will get excited when he meets someone who can fight to vent his anger. At present, there is only one such partner, Munakata. He knows that Zhou Fangzun is using the fight to vent the violent energy carried by the Red King. So I fight with him from time to time.

Although he is the opponent, Munakata said that he is a person who can restrain himself very much.

So, Zhou Fang, what happened to you, that you lost control and let the sword of Damocles appear in such a short period of time...

"King!"

Toku also suddenly realized this problem, he forced himself to wake up from the chaos, hugged Jinguji tightly, trying to give him some body temperature, and then shouted at the man who seemed to be out of control.

"King! No—you can't—"

Zhou Fangzun's Weitzman deviation value is already very high, and he absolutely cannot bear the burden of killing the king. Perhaps the moment he kills the colorless king, the sword of Damocles above his head will fall, which is the same as the previous red blood. Wang Jiaju has also become a name engraved in blood in the annals of history.

But the burning figure didn't pay attention to Shishu's shouts at all, and launched an offensive in silence.

Ten beams were anxious and overwhelmed, covering Jinguji's wound with his hands, rubbing against his cold hands trying to warm him up, thinking that it would be great if Brother Kusanagi could be here, and wondering why King always It's normal to be so stubborn, thinking that this is normal, if a member of Barbara has the same experience, King will definitely stop everything to take revenge...

All kinds of thoughts became a mess, and the most vivid one rushed out of the noisy background with a loud voice, and shouted loudly with his hips on his hips: So how can we stop the bleeding? !

Between the silently burning anger and anxiety, Ten Beams suddenly felt something different from this battlefield...

It was as if a shooting star pierced the sky, violating any physical rules that Shi Liang had learned. Dozens of figures jumped up from the edge of the roof, and they actually ran straight up the vertical outer wall of the tall building!

In fact, the existence of the kingship itself violates the rules of physics. The moment he joined Barbara, Ten Beams itself was also included in the scope of challenging the rules, but he stepped on a vertical building with a height of [-] meters and ran straight up. thing!

A few children came up first, all of them held short knives in their hands, and they looked as light as birds. They landed here as soon as they spread their wings, and then came the teenagers, and then a group of youths...

They turned up to the roof silently, and the unsheathed swords in their hands shone with a cold and stern cold light. Even people like Shishu who don't know anything about swords at all, when they see those cold weapons, they will also feel the extreme painstaking efforts of the craftsman. Condensed awe of the works.

"The main hall!"

"general!"

"Owner!"

Their eyes glanced over Zhou Fangzun's battlefield almost nonchalantly, wandered around anxiously for a week, and then fixed on the people in Shishu's arms.

The longing and anxiety in it are like a pack of wolves looking for their own wolf.

After seeing Jingu Temple, they gasped, and ran over one after another. The fastest black-haired boy quickly knelt down beside Shishu, his knee hit the ground hard, and Shishu felt pain when he slammed his knee, but the boy's face Unchanged, seemed not to notice himself at all.

He didn't rush to take the person from Shishu, but reached out and opened Jingujiquan's eyelids to look at him, and then touched his body.

"The body temperature dropped and the blood loss was too fast."

As he said this, he pursed his lips, took out the first aid kit from his waist and unfolded it on the ground.

The surgical scissors and the scalpel were quietly shining with a cool silver light. He buried his head and pulled away Jinguji's clothes, dripping blood that was soon stained with sticky scarlet, and then solidified in the cold wind, drying into jet black blood Ten beams looked at his movements, suddenly his body turned cold, and he raised his head subconsciously.

The youths surrounding them were silent, but the murderous aura rolling over their bodies was absolutely unmistakable.

"How dare...how dare...to do such a thing to the Lord!"

A burst of shouts caused Ten Beams to tremble violently, a young man with coal-grey hair twisted his face and trembled all over his body.

"You must be shredded into pieces!"

He drew the knife in his hand and kicked his foot, like a sharp arrow, pierced between Zhou Fangzun and Wushi.

"……Step aside."

Zhou Fangzun, who was interrupted in the battle, waved his hand to disperse the rushing flames, and commanded heavily.

Hasebe didn't look at him at all, and rushed towards the silver-haired boy in a panic with his knife in hand.

The Colorless King is of course not Zhou Fangzun's opponent, he can only roll and crawl to avoid Zhou Fangzun's flames, but fortunately he still has other people on the roof, so he didn't use too crazy moves, but that's it , the colorless king has also been exhausted from hiding, his body is covered with burns from dust and flames, and he is so embarrassed that he has completely lost the restraint of being a king.

After being chased like this, he was so ruthless that he almost vomited blood. When he saw someone entering the battlefield, his eyes lit up—as long as he took the opportunity to snatch his body, he could run away!

And following Hasebe, there were other Fu Sangshen who rushed towards him. They perfectly blocked all his escape routes as if venting their anger. Every time the blade scraped across his body, a wound would be left, a thin line of blood It burst out, the continuous pain tormented Wu Shi, he gritted his teeth and wanted to get out of this body, but found out in horror——his ability seemed to have failed!

These people in front of him are completely beyond his comprehension, he has never seen such a tight fusion of body and soul!No, it's not just strict, it's like a whole, a whole without body and soul!

How could there be such a person? !

Looking at these strangers who suddenly joined the battle, Zhou Fangzun felt extremely upset. He didn't want to show off or something, but forcibly inserted into the battle between the two kings and snatched the opponent from him. It's a provocation to him!

His already extremely bad mood got even worse.

He was about to raise his hand when another person stepped forward: "Your Excellency, please don't interfere."

With a soft voice, the exit was cold and hard iron. Zhou Fangzun turned his head and met another pair of amber eyes. He was obviously smiling, but Zhou Fangzun frowned subconsciously.

He didn't like this person, although it was the first time he met him, but he felt a certain feeling from this person that He Zong was as thoughtful as that guy.

An absolutely troublesome guy.

He smiled politely at Zhou Fangzun, looking a little sweet, with a few light golden hairs hanging down his cheeks shining brightly: "This is the responsibility of being a subject to avenge the Lord, please entrust it to us. "

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the knife at his waist, and the stream of cold air along the sharp blade drew water-like luster. The fiery fire was projected on the knife, and the red light was mixed with the cold moonlight, like water dripping from the knife. Scarlet blood.

"This ghost must be killed."