I'm not a theatre god

On the dim street,

a young figure in a Tang suit, while winding the beads, strolled leisurely, like those old men in Beijing who walked their birds with their hands behind their backs after dinner, with a sense of relaxation written all over his body.

Dong——!

A roar accompanied by fire sounded between the residential buildings not far away, and it seemed that some screams could be heard.

Sun Bumian glanced over there and recited leisurely:

"Disasters do not come to me, I do not come to disasters, good luck and good luck, everything is safe~~"

He held the beads calmly and continued to walk forward, as if the war and fighting in the distance had nothing to do with him. His back did not blend into the struggle, but looked like a passerby.

But as a familiar ancient murderous aura surged out from the roar in the distance, Sun Bumian's footsteps paused.

"Huh? This is..."

He pulled down his small round sunglasses slightly, looked at the battlefield, and his expression gradually became subtle.

"This aura, is it that Spade 6?"

"Damn it, how did I bump into him again? I'll quickly get away from him before he finds me..."

Sun Bumian was about to turn around and leave, but after thinking for a moment, he took back his steps in a tangle, "It's not a solution to keep hiding... This matter is indeed my fault. I was almost killed by him last time."

"We are all 6-character members of the Dusk Society. We will see each other sooner or later... Why don't I just take this opportunity to help him, so that we'll be even?"

Sun Bumian's original calmness had disappeared. He quickly rolled up the wooden skewers in his hand, as if he was brainstorming and thinking about something... After struggling for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and sighed.

"I won't bring disaster to me, and I won't bring disaster to me... This time, I owe him."

Sun Bumian turned and walked towards the battlefield.

Sun Bumian was not a belligerent. In his mind, he didn't have to fight to help Jian Changsheng. After all, judging from the fluctuations of his aura, there was a melee over there... If he took action when Jian Changsheng was beaten to the point of death and took him away directly, he could not only avoid a direct fight, but also save his life, and the debt would be settled from now on!

What if Jian Changsheng wasn't dying yet?

Then wait until he was beaten to the point of death!

The abacus in Sun Bumian's heart was being turned around like the string in his hand. He smiled and climbed up an empty building carefully, sticking half of his head out to look at the battlefield...

The next moment, he was stunned.

The commercial district, which was originally full of high-rise buildings, was now in ruins.

The broken wall debris was like a stone forest, and the surging sea of ​​fire was raging. On the cracked land that had turned into ruins, bloody corpses were scattered everywhere, and the remaining expressions on their faces were terrified and hideous.

In the flames, a blood-stained figure slowly pulled a broken steel bar that looked like a long sword out of a body's chest...

Jian Changsheng opened his lips slightly, a stream of hot air drifted from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as cold as frost in the shaking flames.

"The seventh one..."

Jian Changsheng kicked the body off, holding the bloody steel bar in one hand, and his sharp eyes slowly swept around, like a lone wolf searching for prey.

"Any more? Keep going!!"

These five words exploded like thunder over the battlefield. Even though Jian Changsheng was already riddled with holes and looked like he would fall down if the wind blew, his voice became more and more full of energy and domineering!

For a moment, the air in the entire block seemed to have solidified.

"This guy... can he still fight even in this state?"

"What's his name, Jian Wubing? I've never heard of this person before."

"Yeah, from the time he killed the third person, I felt that he was about to collapse... But he killed more and more fiercely, single combat, siege, assassination, sneak attack, all kinds of methods were used, but he still killed them one by one."

"Is he pretending, or is he really seriously injured?"

"His internal organs are almost split in half, how can it be fake?"

"So... he really has become a strong crossbow this time The end? This wave will definitely kill him? "

"Even if he is an iron man, he should be exhausted after being attacked so many times in a row. I feel that he is just bluffing now... I thought this guy was a soft persimmon, but I didn't expect him to be so strong. If I let him run this time, he will be a big threat to the competition for [Tongtian Star Position] when he recovers! "

"Take advantage of his weakness and kill him! No matter what! Go! ! "

As soon as the voice fell, two figures attacked at the same time, like sharp arrows bursting out of the darkness, rushing straight to Jian Changsheng's vitals without any signs!

The position of their attack was extremely tricky, completely in the blind spot of Jian Changsheng's vision, and they whistled through the air. At the moment when the weapons in their hands were about to touch Jian Changsheng's body, the latter's figure disappeared out of thin air!

One of them was slightly stunned.

Then, as if he had noticed something, he suddenly slashed at himself with a knife!

A drop of blood was cut in half by the blade in mid-air...but no one was seen.

Before he could react, dozens of blood beads were strangely hovering around him. One of the blood beads instantly turned into a black blood shadow, and five fingers pressed on his chest like lightning!

The next moment, Jian Changsheng's five fingers grabbed at the same time!

"Bang."

Bang--! !

Five thunderbolts flashed with the force of the five fingers, and the man was instantly blown into five pieces, shattering and flying in different directions!

The dripping blood bloomed in the air like fireworks. Jian Changsheng inserted the steel bar into the ground casually. With a slight hook on the blood with his other hand, it quickly condensed into a bloody long sword and landed steadily in Jian Changsheng's palm.

The companion was killed instantly, and the other attacker was also dumbfounded. He thought that Jian Changsheng was at the end of his strength, but he did not expect that Jian Changsheng could still have such terrifying fighting power...

No, that's not right...

The combat prowess he has shown now is even several times higher than at the beginning!

"This is...the realm??"

No matter how slow the attacker was at this moment, he still noticed something was wrong, because after Jian Changsheng killed the eighth person in an instant, his aura increased again... The murderous aura that almost condensed into substance floated away from him, and gradually outlined into a sun behind him... …

A black sun.

This black murderous sun currently only has an outline. From a distance, it looks like the halo floating behind the statues. However, the black halo behind Jian Changsheng does not have any sacred aura, but is filled with a suffocating sense of oppression!

After killing eight people in a row, his temperament at this moment was completely different from when he first entered the old district.

Jian Changsheng's body like a broken bellows breathed gently. He carried a black divine ring on his back, held a bloody sword in one hand, and walked towards the ninth attacker step by step...

His deep voice sounded slowly:

"Welcome to my... [Eternal Purgatory]."