The End of Marvel's Seraph

Qian Xiao was not impatient and walked forward slowly while holding the knife, her eyes and ears constantly observing and listening to what was going on around her.

Amid the nervous breathing, Qian Xiao's ears moved.

"Shh-"

Qian Xiao turned around almost subconsciously and swung the knife to her right rear.

The long knife was held up by a dagger, and the two knives were in a stalemate.

Not wanting to be held back by the butcher, Qian Xiao took the initiative to slide the knife away, then stepped back to avoid the iron awl thrust from the butcher's other hand.

Qian Xiao took the opportunity to quickly step forward and approached the butcher, and the two started a fierce sword fight.

Between the swings of the blades, the movements of both parties were so fast that afterimages almost appeared. The blades separated immediately after the collision, and then collided together again the next second. The two of them repeated this simple action nearly a hundred times!

Occasionally, sparks would fly into their faces, but this only made their actions more ferocious.

Qian Xiao's spiritual energy consumption is very serious, but he has not been injured yet. On the contrary, the butcher who had knifed Qianxiao nearly a hundred times had his body covered with large and small wounds and was bleeding continuously.

In Qian Xiao's eyes, the speed and strength of the butcher's knife swing were already decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, Qian Xiao seized the opportunity, grabbed the dagger in the butcher's hand, and swung it hard. The broken dagger broke away from the butcher's hand and fell to the ground, completely shattered.

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The butcher still wanted to resist, but Qian Xiao used his backhand to pierce the butcher's palm holding the iron awl. Then he raised his right hand high, bent his arm, and hit the butcher's face hard with his elbow, denting most of his face. Go down.

Under the double blow, the butcher let go of his hand in pain. Qianxiao took the iron awl and stabbed it directly into the butcher's throat.

The butcher's whole body was shaken, and his expression began to turn painful. He raised his hands feebly, as if he wanted to grab Qian Xiao's collar.

Qian Xiao's eyes were deep and cold. He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and punched the handle of the iron awl. Like a hammer driving a nail into a wooden board, the iron awl completely penetrated the butcher's throat, leaving only a short section of the handle outside.

The butcher's body finally fell down weakly.

The system's voice sounded in time, "You killed [The Butcher], congratulations to the host for obtaining the [Butcher's Treasure Box]!"

Qian Xiao threw away the butcher's body and walked away.

"Almost, very close..."

After passing through the slaughtering room, there was a narrow corridor. When Qian Xiao had just walked into it and had not made any move, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind the end of the corridor.

When he saw Qian Xiao, the other party was also stunned, but the next second he raised the two guns in his hands and shot at Qian Xiao.

It's [Gunsmith]!

Qianxiao caught a glimpse of the shiny bald head at the last moment, but in front of many gunsmiths who were good at firearms, Qianxiao did not step back, but charged directly forward.

If it were a [cross], I might not dare to be so arrogant, but you, a small soldier, dare to fight against me in this "disadvantageous terrain"?

Do you really think I haven’t made any progress?

Spiritual energy surges!

Surging spiritual energy began to flow in Qianxiao's body, giving Qianxiao powerful explosive power!

For enemies who generally use guns, this long and narrow terrain is undoubtedly their favorite. But for the Assassin Brotherhood, whose specialty is "turning bullets," this terrain only limits their capabilities. The ballistic trajectory always remains in a certain straight line, and the true power of the curved bullet cannot be exerted at all.

"Ajuramaru!"

The power of the dark ghost curse wrapped around the blade, and Qianxiao quickly swung the Arjuramaru in front of her. With the movement of the blade, black mist spread, as if a shield was erected in front of Qianxiao.

As soon as the bullet enters the range of the long knife, it will be split into two by the blade without falling.

At the same time, Qianxiao started running and charged towards the gunsmith in the long and narrow corridor.

Seeing Qian Xiao approaching, the gunsmith was obviously panicked. His shooting rhythm was slightly disordered, and he became more and more confused.

"Damn it! Why don't you die! Don't come here! Go to hell, go to hell!"

They were obviously just two pistols, but in the hands of the gunsmith, they felt like machine guns.

With the sound of emptying, the violent rain of guns finally stopped.

The irritable gunsmith unloaded the empty magazine and quickly took out a new magazine from his waist. While backing up, he quickly loaded the magazine into the gun in his hand.

But when the gunsmith raised his guns again, he could see from the sights on the guns that Qian Xiao had already rushed in front of him.

"Now you're the general!"

The gunsmith panicked and tried to pull the trigger, but a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. Then he couldn't feel his hands anymore.

Blood from the severed arm splashed onto the gunsmith's face, causing him to fall into a brief trance. He looked at Qian Xiao and found that Qian Xiao was also looking at him at this time, with orchid eyes that radiated a bone-chilling chill.

"It's over~"

"laugh!"

The knife in Qian Xiao's hand was raised high, and then fell heavily.

The gunsmith is dead!

"You killed [Gunsmith], congratulations to the host for obtaining [Gunsmith's Treasure Box]!"

Stepping over the gunsmith's body, Qianxiao continued walking deeper into the textile factory.

Passing through dilapidated rooms, passing through deep corridors, and walking down a flight of stairs...

Qian Xiao walked deeper into the textile factory, her speed getting faster and faster, and the expression on her face became more and more anxious.

When Qian Xiao first entered the textile factory, he had a magical feeling.

Although the spiritual energy in his body was still controlled by his thoughts, it gave rise to an active sense of thirst, a bit like what a hungry person feels when he smells the aroma of food.

Qianxiao's spiritual energy comes from the meteor that caused his time travel. Everything about Qianxiao's spiritual energy is unknown. This was also the first time Qianxiao felt something strange in his spiritual energy. He eagerly wanted to take a look deep into the textile factory to see what was there, which actually caused the instinctive movement of his spiritual energy.

Following the feeling in her heart, Qian Xiao came to a large wooden door.

Without hesitation, Qian Xiao raised her leg and kicked it hard, but the surrounding walls were shaken so much that dust fell, but the wooden door remained as stable as ever.

"Has it been reinforced?"

Qianxiao pulled out the Arjuramaru and chopped it directly without using the ghost curse. The reinforced wooden door was cut in half and then collapsed.

Qian Xiao walked into the room.

The room was large with high ceilings, but very empty. There are windows high up on the wall, but there is no glass, allowing sunlight and wind to filter in, keeping the room from being dark and damp.

There was nothing else in the room, except for a huge loom placed in the center of the room.

At this moment, the loom is still running smoothly.

"The Loom of Destiny! Is this it?"

The thirst for psychic energy in her body became more and more intense, and Qian Xiao looked at the fate loom that the Assassin Brotherhood regarded as the foundation of their life, and even their faith.

Qian Xiao followed her inner feeling, walked over, and blocked the loom of fate with her hand.