From Prisoner to Si Chen

On the top of the spiral tower.

A fierce fight is going on.

Crack!

Ding-dong-dong!

Amidst the strong wind, two blurred afterimages flashed at high speed, chasing and shuttling on the not very spacious circular platform.

The shrieks of breaking through the air and the clangs of metal collisions intertwined, and sparks burst out from time to time.

The white-robed old man of the Ascetic Sect and the fabled girl of the White Dove Tower, neither of them held back.

Even though the two of them were allies.

But the current situation forced them to fight to the death, otherwise... no one would survive!

Since one side must die, it must not be oneself.

The rest of the people stayed under the spiral stone pillars on the edge of the platform in groups of three or two, watching the fight.

The white-robed old man grew up with the flesh, walking the spiral of the Holy Grail of the body, the path of "Mrs. Ya" in June, and the fifth-level "Corpse" essence.

At this moment, he was cold-faced, bare-handed, and constantly chasing the slender figure with his savage physique.

But the opponent did not fight head-on at all. With his agile and sensitive posture, he kept turning and moving, using the limited space of the platform to avoid fighting.

As one of the three fables of the White Dove Tower, the girl "Cunning Rabbit" was not very good at actual combat. She took the path of the Crucible Star Coin Spiral, the October "White Dove Poet", and the 5th-level "Illusion" Essence.

Just like the "Old Turtle" who fell from the tower.

Her strengths lie in behind-the-scenes manipulation, or as an auxiliary role, misleading the opponent's judgment in battle, shielding the opponent's perception, etc.

At this time, the Cunning Rabbit dodged the old man's fists and palms while thinking about countermeasures. If she really couldn't dodge, she would use the dagger in her hand to block and use the force to pull away.

But after all, the physical gap was too large. Even with the help of the dagger, every punch and kick of the old man would make her arms numb and her fingers tingle.

If this goes on, she can't hold on for long.

"This duel is too unfavorable for me. The venue is limited, so I have to fight with the strong man of the same level with the spiral body in close combat..."

Cunning Rabbit gritted her teeth and her nerves were always tense.

She didn't dare to relax at all, otherwise if she was hit hard, she would be seriously injured if not dead!

There were several short rounds of confrontation again.

Ding Ding Dang!

Bang! !

The girl's dagger flew out of her hand, slid and spun on the platform with a few clangs. And her petite figure flew across the arc of air waves.

She rolled in the air for several weeks, spitting blood, and was about to cross the edge of the platform and fall off the tower.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, Cunning Rabbit tried her best to hook her feet and unloaded the force on a spiral stone pillar. After the whole person hit the ground and slid, she grabbed the edge with her hands in time.

That's why she didn't fall.

But the old man in white robe obviously wouldn't miss this opportunity.

He took a step forward expressionlessly.

Bang!

The whole person slid over a distance of more than ten meters and flashed in front of Cunning Rabbit. Without saying a word, he kicked at her face.

If this kick was solid, not to mention whether Cunning Rabbit would fall from the tower, her whole head would explode on the spot!

"Don't..."

Cunning Rabbit's face changed drastically, and she opened her mouth to scream.

The old man turned a deaf ear to her and kicked even faster.

Bang! !

A deafening sound.

The entire circular stone platform trembled.

However, the old man kicked in the air...

Puff--

The dagger of more than 20 centimeters long pierced deeply into the back of the old man's neck, and the handle was inserted diagonally, splashing hot blood.

Cunning Rabbit was cross-legged and twisted around the old man's waist, with her whole body pressed on his back, holding a dagger, and her face was covered with blood.

She showed a grim smile, stretched out her left hand and grabbed the old man's chin again, and twisted it violently.

Kaba! !

The old man in white robe turned his head 180 degrees and turned around to look at the girl.

There was still confusion in his eyes and a painful expression.

Everyone present was shocked.

Because even if they were prepared in advance, they were still affected by the illusion of the cunning rabbit. Including the old man in white robe present, everyone was deceived.

The cunning rabbit licked his lips, but did not stop.

She deeply understood how difficult it was to deal with the "rotten corpse". Its vitality was too tenacious and it was difficult to kill it with ordinary means.

So the girl turned over and fell to the ground, holding the neck of the old man in white robe.

Bang! !

Then, she pressed her knees on the old man's chest, pulled out a dagger and stabbed him more than a dozen times in his eyes, throat, left chest, abdomen and even multiple fatal weaknesses in his lower body!

The muffled sound of puffing was endless.

The whole face and body of the cunning rabbit were covered with blood, which looked quite bloody and creepy.

But she was completely unaware, and continued to stab the old man's body with her knife.

Because she could still feel that the other party was not dead!

Only by constantly injuring his body and making it unable to recover and destroy it, could it be possible to kill him!

But the next second——

Snap!

The old man's hand stretched out like lightning.

He grabbed the girl's neck!

The latter's pupils shrank.

The old man sat up suddenly with his crooked head drooping, and regardless of the wounds and blood stains all over his body, he picked up the cunning rabbit.

Ka...

Ka Ka Ka!

The old man's broken neck actually recovered by itself, and the blood holes on his body were also healing rapidly.

The confusion in his eyes disappeared, and he regained his spirit.

"Miss Cunning Rabbit, I know that my mind is my weakness, so I took the 'Spirit-Fixing Potion' long before climbing the tower."

The old man said in a hoarse voice.

"Unfortunately, it didn't work on the enemy, but it restrained you, who was originally a companion..."

"Hehe, hehe!"

The cunning rabbit was pinched by the neck, and his face turned purple.

Her expression was ferocious, and she was still swinging the dagger in her hand wildly, making bloody cuts on the old man's face, and then slashing his carotid artery, causing blood to spatter.

However, the old man was indifferent, his face was expressionless.

Snap! !

He clenched his hands violently.

The cunning rabbit's slender neck was scratched with one hand.

The girl's head rolled off, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

But just when the old man took a breath and relaxed a little, his spirituality suddenly warned him.

Whoosh!

The old man ducked to one side.

His reaction was extremely quick, but still a moment too late.

Bang! !

Cunning Rabbit's corpse exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Half of the white-robed old man's face and right arm were accidentally stained, and instantly fell down like boneless rotten flesh.

"Toxin? No..."

Half of the old man's face was like melted wax, with loose wrinkles, while the other half showed a solemn expression.

"This is soul filth! What a cruel woman! She actually put such a thing in her body beforehand!"

Although he defeated Cunning Rabbit, it was a miserable victory.

Because after being contaminated with this kind of filth, the soul is damaged, which is almost irreversible.

Even if the old man is a "rotten corpse" and has strong recovery power, it is impossible for him to restore half of his face and right arm that have lost his soul.

"Damn it!" the old man secretly hated.

"What a wonderful showdown..."

At this time, the tall-hatted weirdo strode forward and laughed a few times. He looked around and clapped.

"The winner of this game has appeared! Congratulations!"

"Then let's start the next round of competition without further ado!"

"You two—"

The tall-hatted man raised his hand and pointed.

The two men and women in the choir, who were wearing the same clothes and wearing masks, were stunned for a moment.

"please."

The host's fake smile remained the same, and he gracefully bent his knees, caressed his chest, and extended his hands in vain.

"..."

The masked man and woman looked at each other, holding a breath in their chests, feeling extremely depressed.

"Don't hold back." The man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. "Each one depends on his ability."

The woman looked at him deeply.

"Sure, Jeff."

…

…

The time slowly approaches noon.

The sun above the tower shines almost directly down, illuminating the perfectly round stone platform with a dazzling golden color.

The blood stains splashed everywhere dried up, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

A man with messy hair, disheveled clothes, and his body covered with wounds and bloodstains was kneeling on one knee, breathing rapidly.

Half of the mask on his face was broken, revealing a pale and handsome young face.

In front of him, a woman was lying.

The woman's mask fell to the ground, revealing the beautiful and delicate face underneath. But she had closed her eyes tightly at this time and was breathless.

"Karen, I'm sorry."

The man murmured and struggled to stand up.

In this fight, he was the winner in the end. But he couldn't be happy at all, after all, he personally killed his companion who had been with him for many years.

If not for the choir, for the sake of one's own faith.

It would be difficult for him to do this.

"Wow! What a touching scene!"

The weirdo in the top hat clapped his hands in praise and wiped the corners of his eyes coyly. With that pale smile, it seemed like a stage comedy.

"I almost had little pearls falling out of my eyes."

"Mr. Host!"

The man pulled off the incomplete mask on his face and hissed.

"Please... hurry up and start the next one!"

As he spoke, his bloodshot eyes stared directly at the three people on the other side of the Hermitage of Stars and the Spiritual Society.

Now, he and the old man in white robe were the only ones left.

Not to mention that there was one less person on our side than the other side, and the offensive and defensive positions were changing. At this time, both of them were seriously injured, so their chances of winning were not high.

But Jeff still had a trump card.

He believes the outcome remains unknown.

"Oh, this player is very motivated."

The tall hat geek put his hands behind his back and smiled.

"Okay." He raised his hand and rubbed his chin. "In that case, let's continue-"

As he spoke, the weirdo raised his hand and pointed behind him.

The bald man from the Monastery of the Stars and the two female magicians from the Spiritual Society all looked stern.

They took a deep breath and prepared to take a step forward.

But at this moment.

The hand of the tall hat geek stopped.

Then he turned back and pointed at the old man and young man in white robes.

"Well, just you two."

"..."

There was dead silence.

The faces of Jeff and the old man in white robe were gloomy and scary. Those eyes were full of cannibalism.

"Are you...playing with us?"

"Huh?" The tall-hatted weirdo sounded confused. "You are so smart, you have discovered all this!"

"However, it seems that it was discovered a little late."

His tone suddenly turned cold.

Wow!

The loose robe was swung.

The next second, his image changed drastically.

He has become a purple-eyed young man with long red-gold hair shawl, white shirt and suspenders.

He holds a black cane in his hand and wears a black top hat.

"For the last duel, I will rewrite the rules - you two, come together."

The young man smiled slightly and said softly.

As he said that, he raised his hand and waved.

It seems like an invitation to fight, like a provocation.