Calamity Crown

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, and Goethe's voice was buzzing far away.

next moment--

Boom!

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly with a harsh noise.

A figure appeared at the gate of the boxing gym like a ghost.

The other party was wearing a white shirt, holding a Guqin in his arms, under the moonlight, he could clearly see the other party's handsome face, paired with a slender figure, enough to attract the attention of any opposite sex.

Even if anger occupied the opponent's face, it didn't affect this attractiveness at all.

On the contrary, it has a strange beauty.

Five of the Qin family's Six Armored Men were stunned.

Only the leader bit the tip of his tongue suddenly when he heard the sound of the piano.

The pain and blood stimulated the opponent, causing him to wake up instantly.

"wake up!"

He let out a loud shout, and dropped a medicine bag from his hand.

The medicine powder mixed with a large amount of drugs such as refreshing the brain and peppermint fell on the remaining five soldiers of the Qin family, which made these soldiers wake up one after another. They cooperated with their leader and formed a half-month formation to kill the soldiers behind them. Surrounded by this person.

However, this person didn't pay any attention to the black armored soldiers of the Qin family.

Just a slight snort made the six black armored soldiers of the Qin family crumble.

Not viscera vibrating.

But the mind is swaying.

Before their eyes, either the hometown they missed or the person they loved appeared.

It's so beautiful that they can't even hold a knife.

"retreat!"

The leading black-clothed soldier gave an order, and the six black-clothed soldiers all retreated.

The uninvited guest didn't pay any attention to this.

The other party just stared at Goethe.

In other words, in the eyes of the other party, there is only Goethe.

"What did you say?"

In the voice full of anger, the anger in the opponent's eyes seemed to have substance.

Goethe laughed.

[Ancient legend. Not under me] It is really easy to use.

This is true whether it is success or failure.

If successful, the enemy will lose all fighting spirit.

fail?

It is to completely irritate the other party.

It's like saying 'Hey, grandson thief'.

Goethe glanced at the other party's piano with a broken string, and then at the bleeding fingertips of the other party - Goethe didn't know how to play the piano, let alone music theory, but he knew what he should do at this time.

"I said, you are not under me!"

Goethe spoke with a perfect accent and said every word.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The other party was panting heavily, and the other party couldn't help lowering his head to look at his zither, and when he found that the 'Shang' in Gongshangjiao Zhengyu was broken, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes.

Then, there was more anger.

Ji Qin didn't know why she was so angry.

He just felt that Goethe had to be killed.

Otherwise, he will die without resting his eyes.

The anger flowed and turned into a cold killing intent.

Ji Qin raised her hand to grab the broken string, pulled it back and let go suddenly.

Boom!

This string had an explosive sound, and it shot straight at Goethe's throat like an arrow.

Fast, accurate and ruthless.

What's more, under the playing of Ji Qin, the remaining four strings not only ignite passion, but also shoot out streams of air that are as fine as blades.

hum!

As soon as the fine and sharp airflow touched the surface of Goethe's skin, a layer of illusory pan-gold armor appeared on the surface of Goethe's body.

Clap clap!

The fine airflow like a knife was all blocked.

"'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Art'?"

"The mere 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Art' also wants to stop my 'Qin Blade'?"

Ji Qin was taken aback for a moment, then sneered.

Following the words of the other party, cracks appeared in the phantom of the pan-gold iron armor that was intact a moment ago.

The crack spread rapidly, and then shattered with a 'click'.

Disappeared without a trace.

In the sneer on Ji Qin's face, more killing intent emerged.

He was expecting to see Goethe screaming, his whole body being hacked into pieces.

Just like the opponents he had encountered before.

His 'qin blades' are not only fine and fast, but also numerous in number, and have extraordinary sharpness, which can easily smash even steel. Those who claim to be superior in hard work are his favorite opponents.

Because, in his eyes, those people are like living targets.

Goethe?

A descendant of the 'Martial Sage'?

In his opinion, that's all.

Will be cut by him just like his previous opponents.

look!

The clothes are torn!

In the next moment, the skin, flesh and blood, followed by bones and internal organs, will be heard endlessly, and even the other party will roll on the ground in embarrassment, begging him to give him a good time.

He has seen too much!

It's all like this!

This one in front of me is no exception——

Um? !

Just when Ji Qin thought that the overall situation was settled, he suddenly discovered that the 'qin blade' that cut Goethe's clothes broke when it hit Goethe's skin.

The 'harp blade' that could easily cut steel broke apart.

Not one.

Instead, the thirty-six 'qin blades' were all shattered.

Even, he couldn't even leave a white mark on Goethe's skin.

How can this be? !

Horror appeared in Ji Qin's eyes.

Then a word came out.

"King Kong is not bad!"

"You have actually reached the highest level of the 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Jue', 'King Kong Is Indestructible'!"

Amidst the horrified words, Ji Qin was about to retreat.

It is extremely irrational to fight close to someone who has cultivated the 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Art' to the highest level.

Distance is the first choice.

Therefore, Ji Qin retreated as soon as possible.

But Goethe was faster, he raised his hand and grabbed Ji Qin's shoulder.

Faced with this grab, Ji Qin wanted to dodge, but this seemingly simple grab gave Ji Qin a feeling that it was inevitable, even if there was wind under her feet, it would eventually fall into Goethe's hands.

This kind of grasping method is something Ji Qin has never seen before.

Even in the 'Listening to Chess Pavilion', there is no record.

"What kind of grappling method is this?"

Ji Qin asked.

Secretly moving strength, a palm was printed on the dantian of Goethe's lower abdomen.

boom!

The applause was muffled, but Goethe seemed to be unaware of it, and while pinching Ji Qin's neck with his palm, he continued: "Basic boxing."

"You?!"

Ji Qin glared at Goethe not only because of Goethe's deceit, but also because of Goethe's contempt for him.

What basic boxing?

He had never heard that basic boxing techniques had such an effect.

How can there be such a feeling like a gangrene attached to the bone and a net like a net, in basic boxing techniques?

Bang, bang!

In anger, Ji Qin hit Goethe with two palms again.

As before, the applause was muffled.

The only difference was that Ji Qin, who was strangled by the neck, actually smiled.

"Have you heard of the 'Three Yin Soul Refining Palm'?"

"Even if you have practiced the 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Art' to the point of 'King Kong is not broken', your muscles and bones have become copper and iron bones, but in the face of the 'Three Yin Soul Refining Palm', can your internal organs resist?" ?”

"Three yins stir up your qi and blood, you probably can't even stand upright now, right?"

Ji Qin sneered and was about to break free from Goethe's hand.

Cervical dragon exerts force, and he is about to get out of trouble.

Um?

Didn't let go!

Ji Qin was taken aback, but didn't think much about it.

"As expected of a person who has practiced the 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Jue' to the highest level, even if you are stirred by the 'Three Yin Qi', you can still maintain your strength, but this is not enough... huh? Why is it useless? ?”

Ji Qin shook her body again, but it was still useless.

At this time, even the most stupid person will react.

Ji Qin is not stupid.

It's just that Goethe used "Ancient Biography. Not under me" to stir his mind, and his reaction slowed down a bit.

"Are you okay?"

"How can you be okay?"

Ji Qin exclaimed.

Immediately, Ji Qin calmed down.

"'Golden Cicada Escapes Shell'!"

The joints of Ji Qin's whole body made a crisp sound, and the whole body seemed to have shrunk by half, and a layer of grease appeared on the neck that Goethe was pinching, and suddenly, the whole body became slippery.

But Goethe only exerted a little force, and Ji Qin couldn't get enough of it.

With a shake of his arm, Ji Qin's shrunken body returned to normal again.

Ji Qin's eyes widened.

He was a little overwhelmed.

How did Goethe do it?

Goethe looked at the surprised counterpart, curled his lips——

"That's it?"

The anger that hadn't dissipated immediately surged into Ji Qin's heart, but what followed was panic.

Because, Goethe put his hand into his arms.

"Tsk, you have well-developed chest muscles."

Whoooo!

Ji Qin wanted to yell and scream, but Ji Qin, whose throat was stuck, could only whimper at this moment, and this did not stop Goethe's progress in finding his loot.

Coins, potions in bottles and jars.

There are also a few throwing knives.

Plus black lace underwear.

But there is no [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Crying Method] that Goethe wanted.

So, Goethe's hand is down.

Then, still nothing.

Goethe frowned, and then raised his hand over Ji Qin's big joints, and after removing all of them, he let go of the palm that was holding the other's neck.

"Write the [Seven Emotions and Six Desires to Shock the Soul] silently?"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ji Qin's breathing quickened again.

She stared at Goethe angrily.

"Do not write?"

Goethe asked back, raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck again, and the palm of his hand was about to exert force without hesitation.

Ji Qin felt this power, and she even saw the coldness in Goethe's eyes.

It was cold without emotion.

She only saw it on certain people in the 'Listening to Chess Pavilion'.

And those people are all guys who kill people without blinking an eye.

Everyone has slaughtered at least a hundred people, and they will not relent even when facing babies.

The descendants of the 'Martial Saint' have such killing intent?

Ji Qin was shocked in her heart, but shouted with all her might.

"Write!"

She originally wanted to say that I wrote it, but she was worried that her neck would be broken one step later, so she chose the most straightforward statement.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought out by Mr. Wei.

Just now Ji Qin's "Qin sound" affected the whole gymnasium, except for Goethe, to varying degrees, especially Hei Hu, who was paralyzed there, unable to move.

On the contrary, Mr. Wei, who has experienced many times of life and death, has a stronger resistance.

"Wei Wuyou!"

When seeing Mr. Wei, Ji Qin couldn't help but look at Goethe again, suddenly, she looked clear, but there was an unconcealable hatred in her voice.

Obviously, Ji Qin misunderstood.

Mr. Wei knows.

But there is no explanation.

Even if the other party misunderstood that he appeared next to Lan Die because he was playing a trick on the 'Tingqi Pavilion', so what?

Does he need an explanation?

Not required.

Because, the result is no different.

And, Goethe won.

His camp won.

that's enough.

As for the rest?

What the other party wants to think is the other party's business.

Has nothing to do with him.

Mr. Wei clasped his hands and bowed to Goethe, then turned around and headed for the firewood room - Heihu was still lying there and needed someone to take care of him.

blue butterfly?

Being able to take care of yourself is a big deal.

Want to take care of Black Tiger?

It is really too difficult.

Click!

Goethe pressed the joint of Jiqin's right hand.

"Let's write."

Goethe sat across from him, picked up his teacup, and quietly waited for Ji Qin to write.

However, Ji Qin, who picked up the pen, didn't start writing right away. Instead, she looked at Goethe with weak eyes, and her voice was as soft as a feather.

"Can you help me up?"

"I only have one hand to move."

"It's really, really...inconvenient."

Speaking of the latter, Ji Qin's eyes turned red, and her face was full of sadness.

Goethe nodded as if in agreement.

Afterwards, he took off Ji Qin's arm that had just been fixed, put the pen into Ji Qin's mouth, and let him lie on his stomach and write on the ground.

Ji Qin was stunned.

This is different from what she imagined.

"I……"

Click it!

"ah!"

Ji Qin wanted to say something, but Goethe broke off one of her fingers. Amidst the screams, Goethe broke off another Ji Qin's finger, but this time, Ji Qin didn't dare to scream anymore. .

Even though it was painful, Ji Qin gritted her teeth tightly, not daring to let herself cry out.

Goethe was not only a ruthless guy who killed countless people.

and……

unusual!

It's crazy!

Be crazy!

Because, she clearly saw that the corners of the other party's mouth turned up involuntarily when he snapped off her fingers.

"Maybe it's because I met the most precious person in my life, I have softened my heart a lot now."

As Goethe said these words, he looked softly at the female swordsman sitting cross-legged on one side to adjust his agitated emotions, his voice became softer, and he raised his hand to hold the female swordsman's loose hair behind his ears.

Turning his head away, he continued.

"For a captive like you, I basically cut off the limbs and put them in a tank to raise them."

"If you're in a good mood, I'll change it. For example, smear the soles of your feet with honey, bring a goat over, and keep licking the soles of your feet, so that you can keep laughing, laughing, until you die."

"Alternatively, I will choose a wooden stick of suitable thickness and length and stuff it into your mouth, and insert it all the way to the end, so that you will die with a 'smiling' appearance."

"pity……"

"Now I can't do that."

"I'm so soft-hearted that I can't even hold a knife steadily."

"So, I am willing to give you a chance."

Goethe's words were a bit rambling, but his expression was serious.

But this seriousness made Ji Qin feel nervous.

Under preconceived ideas, Ji Qin even felt that she had met a lunatic.

With her head down, not daring to speak, Ji Qin silently wrote the 'Seven Emotions and Six Desires to Shock the Soul'.

Ji Qin was frightened.

In fact, it's not just Ji Qin.

Qin Huan'er, who shrank aside, was also frightened.

The girl with a round face has a pale face, and she keeps calling her mother from the bottom of her heart.

Goethe noticed.

But nothing was explained.

He is indeed acting.

The effect is also considered good.

Moreover, he intends to continue.

because……

Sometimes, the character design of "Madman" is quite easy to use.

At least, it will make some things easier.

[The special secret technique 'Beast of Desire' has been supplemented, do you use 12 points of bloody honor to learn it? 】

[Insufficient bloody honor, unable to learn! 】

...

Goethe looked at the [Beast of Desire] still marked with the word 'incomplete'.

Didn't say much.

"Let's go."

Goethe said to Ji Qin.

After finishing speaking, fix the other party's joints.

Ji Qin stepped back step by step, staring at Goethe, and when she got to the door and found that Goethe was still motionless, she was surprised to find that Goethe, a lunatic, actually let her go.

Immediately without hesitation, he turned and ran.

"You really let her go?"

The female swordsman who opened her eyes asked softly.

"Well, she made me realize that you are far more important to me than I imagined, so I let her go—look, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Goethe lowered his head and looked at the female swordsman affectionately.

The female swordsman blushed, and took the initiative to hold Goethe's hand.

"The wind is also very gentle."

"You know that under the moon..."

Goethe asked softly.

The female swordsman shook her head.

"Come……"

Goethe said so.

At the same time, a [Spirit of Blood Crow] quietly followed Ji Qin.

He, Goethe, kept his word.

Say let you go, let you go.

But he only said to let people go, but he didn't say that he would not follow you.

hiss!

Bird walking and fishing are both performed.

Happy, double.