An Qingyu looked at the area around him, a faint light flashing in his grey eyes, as if he was analyzing something.
Shen Qingzhu naturally knew his abilities and did not intend to give him time. He raised his hand and a pair of gray arms stretched out from the ground beneath their feet, firmly grasping An Qingyu's ankles.
At the same time, dense arms extended from this pair of arms and spread madly on An Qingyu's body. These arms surged together, like countless miniature wings, engulfing his entire body in an instant.
Under Shen Qingzhu's control, these arms wrapped into cocoons, trapping An Qingyu tightly inside, but the next moment, these arms began to twist violently from the inside!
These arms were visibly deconstructed and reassembled into translucent glass, which hardened and solidified. As a white palm pressed against the glass surface from the inside, the entire cocoon exploded!
A black shadow flew out from it!
Seeing this, Shen Qingzhu's expression was calm. He took the burning cigarette from the corner of his mouth with his hand and waved it gently.
A spark fell to the ground in the dead gray world. All the air instantly exploded. A huge wall of fire hundreds of meters long rose into the sky in front of him, directly submerging the black shadow.
But as the gaze of the figure in the flames froze, the wall of fire mysteriously shattered into a rain of ash that fell among the ruins.
"Is this the power of the Gate of Truth..." Shen Qingzhu's face became solemn when he saw this scene that went against common sense.
An Qingyu landed lightly on the ground from the dusty rain, and heard the roar of motorcycles. He turned around and saw several half-scrapped motorcycles speeding towards him. The strangest thing was that there were no people on these motorcycles. It was as if they were controlled by invisible big hands and rushed towards him head-on.
An Qingyu looked carefully and saw that a large amount of explosives had been tied to the bottom of these motorcycles at some point.
He seemed to realize something and looked up at the sky. In the night sky, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was waving his hands in the air like a conductor, and an invisible restraining force surged into An Qingyu's body.
At the same time, in the reflection of An Qingyu's gray eyes, he could clearly see a figure shrouded in smoke, holding a short knife in his hand, quietly approaching him.
"And help."
When An Qingyu saw this, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and under his black robe, his hands slowly formed a strange hand print.
His target was Chloe, not wasting time here with Shen Qingzhu and the Ancestral God. If he dragged it on any longer, his chances of winning would not be high unless he made another reckless exchange with the Gate of Truth.
Fortunately, he had prepared a backup plan in advance.
As the hand seal was formed, An Qingyu's figure became visibly darker. Seeing this, Shen Qingzhu frowned.
"Are you going to run away now, Deputy Captain An?"
"You are not my target." An Qingyu said calmly, "One day, we will meet again."
Before he finished his words, a sharp blade light suddenly burst out from the void behind An Qingyu!
No. 27 held a short knife in his hand, and his figure emerged like a ghost. The blade containing the law pierced through An Qingyu's heart like lightning, and the blade pierced out from his chest!
An Qingyu just frowned, and not even a drop of blood flowed out.
No. 27's hand holding the knife sensed something strange and he spoke in surprise:
"Where's your heart?"
An Qingyu did not answer. As a ray of light flashed across his body, his figure instantly turned into a dense swarm of gray-skinned mice, which scattered and disappeared in the hazy gray rain.
"Where are the others?" Wu Quan's figure fell from mid-air and asked.
"It seems that he has prepared a substitute in advance. He is such a cautious guy..." Shen Qingzhu put away the surrounding domain and sighed, "This point has not changed at all."
No. 27 looked down at his bloodless blade, his brows furrowed beneath his hood, as if he was thinking about something.
…
In front of the church.
A gray mouse silently emerged from the ruins. A faint light flickered and a hazy mist surrounded it, slowly outlining a figure in a black robe.
An Qingyu looked up at the magnificent church in the rain and walked straight inside.
"who?!"
Behind the church door, the Knight Commander, who had just finished a fierce battle, suddenly turned his head to look behind the door.
Snap——!
A ferocious bolt of lightning flashed across the gloomy rain curtain, and the pale lightning cast the shadow of the black-robed figure on the holy and magnificent wall.
Raindrops dripped down the corners of his black robe. He slowly stepped forward, lifted the hood of his black robe, revealing a calm young face.
As he walked slowly forward, his grey eyes glanced indifferently at the three knight commanders.
"It's in the way."
Almost at the same time, the patterns on the armor of the three knight commanders lit up. The knight commander holding the heavy sword rushed out first. The sword cut through the air with a low buzzing sound. A dazzling lightning burst out and turned into a lightning cross over a hundred meters long, smashing heavily into An Qingyu's face!
An Qingyu's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and a cross of lightning pierced through the earth, razing the church door and the ruins in the distance to the ground.
The next moment, the ghostly black shadow appeared behind the knight.
A palm lightly pressed against the surface of the armor, and the patterns on the latter immediately dimmed. The hard armor suddenly twisted together like a pretzel, and the human body wearing it twisted along with it. The sound of the skeleton exploding echoed under the magnificent dome!
The exploded armor mixed with blood was scattered all over the church, and the black robe was also stained blood.
After just one encounter, a knight commander died at the hands of An Qingyu.
When the other two knights saw this scene, horror appeared in their eyes. Before they could make any move, An Qingyu raised both hands at the same time, and a deep gray light flashed in his eyes.
Parse and reconstruct.
The two knight commanders felt their bodies sink and stood still as if they were filled with lead. They looked down at their bodies under the armor and found that their flesh and blood were strangely melting, like molten iron at high temperature, seeping into the inner wall of the armor drop by drop.
Their pupils contracted violently, and they subconsciously wanted to reach out to take off their armor, but they found that their hands were completely integrated with the arm guards, and the slightest movement caused a creaking sound from the friction between steel.
An Qingyu was wearing a black robe and walking towards them slowly, but at this moment they were completely tortured and terrified by the changes in their bodies.
Gradually, even their thoughts became dull and their movements became slower. If someone lifted their helmets now, they would find that their heads had melted into pieces, as if molten iron was poured into the armor and completely merged with it.
A few seconds later, the two knight commanders stood there motionless, swords and shields in hand, like sculptures.