Chapter 450: Violent Killing

“?!”

Everyone on the tower platform was shocked.

The strange and unusual host in the top hat suddenly turned into a tall and handsome young man with purple eyes...

The people present were all high-level leaders of various forces, powerful and experienced. They quickly suppressed their shock and regained their minds.

Everyone roughly guessed the whole story.

Even though the truth was unbelievable.

“You…”

The short-haired female magician, the only two-person team of the Spiritual Society that did not lose any people, exclaimed.

“You are the representative of ‘Midnight Rose’! Mr. Gillan Iros?!”

Obviously, she knew something about Gillan.

That’s why she had such a big reaction.

As she revealed Gillan’s identity, the pupils of the others shrank, and a sense of absurdity suddenly emerged in their hearts.

It turned out that...

The so-called host of the tower was actually the representative of “Night Rose” in disguise!

And everything that happened just now was a trap he set for the three secret societies... No, with his strength, there was no need to set a trap at all.

This is nothing but a complete joke!

He played the three representatives of the Choir, the Ascetic Sect and the White Dove Tower in his hands...

He first used force to suppress them and made them surrender, and then forced them to abide by the so-called "rules of the game" and kill each other.

Until two died and two were injured in the end!

As for why he could wait here in advance and show himself in the appearance of the host?

The answer is obvious.

Gillan Iros broke into the tower by force and killed the host, taking his place and occupying the magpie's nest!

The ability to transform and imitate, which is difficult to distinguish between true and false, is very similar to the spiral of the sword of the furnace and the way of "director" in February. Coupled with his terrifying strength, it undoubtedly adds a touch of mystery and unknown color.

"You damn guy!!"

Jeff of the Choir could not suppress his inner anger and spoke almost like a roar.

His face was ashen, his forehead was exposed with blue veins, his hands were clenched into fists, and he stared at the young man with red eyes.

The old man in white robe standing beside him was also full of hatred... and deep despair.

At this moment.

The two of them knew their situation very well.

They had no way out at all...

The hatred of being played by the opponent, coupled with the anger of not seeing any hope of a comeback, made the two of them decisively attack.

They would rather die than beg for mercy, and only hoped to bite off a piece of each other's flesh in the end!

"Die!"

The two of them dodged almost at the same time, one on the left and one on the right to double-team the purple-eyed young man.

In this process, Jeff lagged behind the old man a little and quickly took out his "trump card" from behind his waist.

It was also a bell.

It was very similar to the one of the masked woman, but the color was darker and the whole body was black and mottled.

Dingling!

Jeff rang the bell with a ferocious look in his eyes.

This "Heart Fire Bell" is originally a pair with the "Hollow Bell", but the latter is used to blur the opponent's will and create a mental loophole, while the former, as the main body, is responsible for opening up the "bridge" of the mind, so that the bell ringer and the target have an invisible link, and can send consciousness into their spiritual kingdom at will without obstruction.

At the same time, it can also forcibly drag the opponent into its own spiritual kingdom. But this ability is equivalent to inviting a wolf into the house, and it is basically not used.

In this moment.

The white-robed old man arrived in front of the purple-eyed young man first, with a ferocious face, and a heavy punch with all his strength went straight to the opponent's cheek.

And the bell rang almost at the same time.

The purple-eyed young man just raised his cane to block, but his action was stiff for a moment.

"Success?"

The old man's heart trembled, and he did not miss this excellent opportunity. His fist was like a cannonball, wrapped in a strong wind.

Bang! !

But the next moment.

The old man's half-paralyzed face was stunned.

Because his punch was caught by the purple-eyed young man with one hand. The other party regained consciousness at some point and was looking at him indifferently.

"Ah!" A shrill scream suddenly came from behind.

The old man did not look back, his spiritual vision had already sensed the miserable situation of his companion.

Jeff, who attacked with him, suddenly fell forward and rolled over due to the inertia of running.

The man held his head with both hands, as if he was enduring indescribable pain and fear, twisting his face and turning over and over.

"Ah! Ah Ah Ah!!"

Jeff screamed hysterically.

People inside and outside the film were horrified.

Everyone seemed to have guessed something.

Jeff used the bell to try to invade the mind of the purple-eyed young man, but he didn't know what happened, causing him to suddenly lose his mind and endure inhuman pain.

Stealing a chicken but losing a rice bowl!

In contrast, everyone was shocked by the strength of the purple-eyed young man's mind.

Jeff himself was a senior 5th-level expert in the field of mind and consciousness. With the help of the bell, few people of the same level could resist his invasion.

Even, there is a certain threat to the 6th level.

But the purple-eyed young man was not only fine, but also caused Jeff to suffer a terrible backlash!

What is in his spiritual kingdom?

No one knows.

Soon, Jeff's screams stopped abruptly.

He lay on his back on the ground, his eyes were empty, his face was expressionless, and his consciousness collapsed.

He has become an empty shell with only flesh left!

"You..."

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly.

One of his arms was crippled by the dirty blood from the cunning rabbit's self-explosion, and his only movable hand was being held by the young man, unable to escape. What was even more difficult for him to accept was that he was actually suppressed by the opponent in the area of ​​strength he was best at.

The young man's palm, which was like cast iron, trapped him in place, which made the old man feel terrified.

What is the origin of this purple-eyed young man?

The close combat ability and strong body that overwhelm him, the impeccable mental strength and consciousness, the keen perception and intuition, and the strange ability to call the wind and thunder, disguise and change...

Almost omnipotent, no shortcomings!

One hundred percent level 6 strength!

"What a disappointment..."

The purple-eyed young man said with waning spirits.

"I thought you could make me sweat a little bit, but this is what happened?"

The old man's heartbeat stagnated, and dark fire arose.

It's just that he didn't yell out loud.

There were five people from the three secret societies who climbed the tower, but they were destroyed by the other party's tricks, leaving only two and a half disabled.

"If from the beginning, the five of us attack with all our strength without any worries, will there be a different result?"

The old man couldn't help but think to himself.

"It's a pity..."

His eyes suddenly changed, turning into indomitable determination and murderous intent.

Whoosh——

The old man suddenly raised his leg and struck the young man on the cheek with a horizontal whip.

Amidst the screams that broke through the air, the shadow of his legs flashed.

However, Gillan didn't take it hard and dodged sideways. By the way, he grabbed the old man's fist and pulled it down——

Wow!

The old man tried his best to maintain his balance, but was still dragged down by the arrogant force.

Jilan coldly threw an uppercut, from bottom to top, hitting the old man's abdomen.

Bang! !

"Wow!" The old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

With one eye widened, he ignored the hand being dragged, turned around and kicked back, hitting the young man's ribs like a heavy hammer.

Gaba!

The old man's arm made a crisp sound of breaking, but he didn't realize it and kicked his legs even more fiercely.

Gilan released his grip on his fist and raised his cane to block.

Bang! !

The old man's hateful kick was very powerful.

Only a loud noise was heard, and air waves formed a ring.

However, Jilan's feet were like roots, not taking a step back, and he just withstood the heavy blow with his strong body.

He grinned.

The old man's heart sank suddenly.

"Try mine." Gilan said softly.

Before he finished speaking, he kicked him out.

call! !

The leg wind at close range was like thunder filling my ears.

The old man's spiritual warning made his scalp numb.

As soon as he reacted, before he could dodge, his chest felt tight and his whole body rose into the air uncontrollably.

"Poof!!" The old man spit out a mouthful of blood mist in mid-air. His chest was hit by Jilan's "iron crushing" blow, which dented his chest and caused an unknown number of broken bones.

Before he landed.

The old man then noticed that the young man jumped into the air and appeared in front of him. The opponent's arms were covered with a layer of arm armor that looked like stone sculptures and bones, and even the palms were wearing sharp and ferocious hand armor.

Gillan shook his fist indifferently.

The right fist hit the old man's face.

Bang! !

Blood splattered with the broken teeth.

He punched again.

Bang! !

The old man tilted his head and hit the ground hard. Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the platform covered with stone carvings and carvings.

Jilan fell down and hit the old man's throat with his right knee——

Bang! ! !

The old man, whose face was beyond recognition and whose limbs were twisted, was not dead yet, but he was so angry that he completely lost his ability to fight back and had to be beaten passively.

Before Jilan stopped outputting, "Partial King Lin" opened his bows with both hands left and right, and struck dozens of punches that could instantly kill the old man, all of which hit the old man's head, chest and abdomen.

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

Everyone present felt that the entire platform was shaking violently. The terrifying momentum and blurred afterimages made them hold their breath uncontrollably and did not dare to take a big breath.

Seeing this, a bald man named Nasim, who was also a representative of the Hermitage of Stars who followed the body spiral, couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, his Adam's apple rolling.

He asked himself that he didn't dare to accept such a level of punches and kicks... This was not a question of whether it hurt or not, but whether he would die after receiving a punch.

After a roar.

The loud noise stopped suddenly.

The armor on the purple-eyed young man's arms disappeared and he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Behind him were broken stone slabs and plasma mixed with scraps of cloth.

The senior leaders of the Ascetic Sect have lost their human form.

There was dead silence.

Gilan walked aside and picked up the bells from the hands of the two representatives of the choir.

One black and one silver, they can be paired.

After learning about the effect of these bells through the "Guidance Tips", Jilan raised his eyebrows.

‘A mysterious creation that specifically targets the target’s mind? ’

He thought for a moment and tied the bells directly to the handle of the cane.

As long as it is triggered spiritually, it can release sound waves containing special magnetic fields to confuse the opponent's perception and destroy the opponent's mental protection.

‘You can even drag the other party’s consciousness into my spiritual kingdom… At that time, let the “Mad King” directly kill him, and the body left in reality will be reduced to a complete empty shell. ’

Ji Lan secretly thought, feeling more and more that this bell was destined to him.