I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

"I will break through the wind and cloud at will, and everyone will look up... I will never look back..."

A burst of intense, heroic music sounded out of thin air, the space was shaken and hummed, and the passionate song swept away the darkness and cold around.

Sensing the drastic change in the aura, the black-robed man Trickster couldn't help but retreat, and a few traces of strangeness flashed across his turbid black eyes.

Obviously the target of attack was just an ordinary person who couldn't move, how could there be a sound that made him very uncomfortable suddenly.

"Damn, what's the situation?"

On the opposite side, before Qin Fan could find out what happened to his body, "Superstars in Chaos Are Still Playing", a human-shaped phantom holding a watermelon knife gradually appeared behind him.

The phantom of the human form seemed to be a bit delicate and handsome, and it was vaguely recognizable as a man with shoulder-length hair.

The watermelon knife in his hand exudes radiance and a refreshing luster.

The most eye-catching thing is the dragon-shaped imprint on the chest of the phantom.

Those who are familiar with a certain movie will know at a glance that it is "Chen Haonan" Brother Nan, not Liu Huaqiang who buys melons.

When the phantom of the human figure appeared, the room was still playing "Superstar in Chaos" in constant sound.

"Equipment soul, music? Reiki state blessing! Weird, weird! I can do it without a stereo."

Seeing this situation, Qin Fan couldn't help grinning, and there was no longer any sense of fear in his heart.

The watermelon knife in his hand, which was originally just for cheering, seemed to be shining brightly.

"Is this the Watermelon Knife showing its power, or is it Chen Haonan's possession? I feel the blood surging in my body, and it seems that I have endless strength. The monster in front of me seems to be able to kill with a single punch."

"The Divine Comedy from Earth, childhood memories, hardcore fans all have a big bowl of prison food."

"Under the blessing of some mysterious energy, my eyes seem to be able to see the true form of this guy in front of me."

Qin Fan narrowed his eyes, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

Appearing on the street now is a guy with ashen face, bleeding from seven holes, and wearing a suit that looks like black and gray.

Especially that big mouth full of fangs can hold a basketball.

"Ha ha……"

Big Mouth Ghost was not angry when he saw that his image was exposed. He stretched out his three-foot-long tongue and licked his mouth. Yellow and foul-smelling saliva kept dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Qin Fan who was holding a watermelon knife, his eyes were full of evil and greed.

"Without intelligence, relying on the memory of the devourer to act, and only a single attack method, judging from the information on the computer and the knowledge taught by the music academy, it should be a ghost that has reached the second level..."

"Big Mouth Ghost!"

"Since I caught you today, don't run away. If you want to eat me, let's see if you can eat my watermelon knife."

"call out!"

The Big Mouth Ghost let out a low growl, spit out his long tongue, and let out a "咻" in the air, and quickly passed through Qin Fandong in front of him.

"Boom..."

As soon as his eyes changed, Qin Fan quickly jumped to the side, and the sofa behind where he was originally was directly penetrated by his tongue.

After failing in one blow, the Big Mouth Ghost began to sweep his long tongue heavily, and the sofa was directly smashed into pieces by the berserk force, sending debris flying.

"I decide to write, I decide to write... this wild wolf with fierce eyes..."

With the sound of passionate music, the wolf-like brilliance of Chen Haonan Xuying's eyes behind Qin Fan suddenly appeared, and a skill of fighting with a knife suddenly appeared in his memory.

Facing the big mouth ghost's long tongue coming again, he moved his feet, quickly dodged to the side table, and stomped heavily.

"Whoa..."

At the same time as the table was broken, Qin Fan's figure had already jumped into the air, with a wolf-like murderous look flashing in his eyes, and he slashed down heavily with the watermelon knife in his hand.

Blessed by mysterious energy and music, a layer of golden light bloomed from the watermelon knife all over, and a cold light bloomed from the blade, and Chen Haonan's phantom behind Qin Fan in the era seemed to be swinging the knife too.