[Comprehensive Quick Pass] Reverse the ending

"Knife unsheathed.

Holding the Taidao engraved with complicated patterns and containing the power of killing kings, Mo Lan said coldly: "This is the former colorless king, Miwa Yiyan's favorite sword in his life. It is unsheathed today. You understand what it means."

Weizman's eyes were full of disbelief and injury, and his eyes turned to the colorless king, which turned into disgust.

The corrupt Seventh King, the origin of all disputes.

"Colorless King, you—"

The "reason" blade cuts down.

Xiu Yi couldn't speak, and even the sound from the outside seemed to have a bad signal, with electromagnetic noise.Supporting the colorless sanctuary for a long time is too much for the overdraft of the soul.

The two king swords in the sky are extremely close.A silver-white sword and another crystal-like cross. Only the two kings involved can feel the silent contest.

If it goes on like this, it will really go crazy.There were countless voices screaming and crying in his head, the maliciousness even Xiu Yi could hardly suppress, forcibly using the memories piled up by plundering, had already suppressed and killed the colorless king's own character.

There is only one solution.

"My lord... I want your strength." The hoarse voice seemed to have multiple echoes, like the curse of a ghost crawling out of hell, tightly wrapped around Weitzman.A fox-like soul penetrated between Weitzman's eyebrows.

The "Li" blade was stuck on Wu Se's neck, unable to cut it off for a long time.

The silver-haired boy's eyes became blank and empty, and his body slowly fell down.Mo Lan put the knife back into its sheath, hugged the young man into her arms, turned her head and said softly, "Xiaobai, are you okay?"

The black and white space is intertwined with the silver glow, tearing each other fiercely.But gradually, as the boy in the black and white center coughed more and more violently, the struggle became weaker and weaker: [Cough, what are you kidding, my lord is the seventh king——]

【I am the original king, the immortal silver king. ] Weizman's usually gentle voice became sharper, with deep hatred.Until the boy screamed and turned into a black ball of light, which he pinched in his palm.

The battle in the soul is only a moment in reality.

"Xiao Hei, thank you." The Silver King's movements seemed to slow down for a moment, and then he returned to normal. There was no pretended sadness in his eyes, and he looked carefree. On the king's side."

"So where are you going now?" Mo Lan frowned and asked worriedly.

Weitzman remained silent, and tilted his head to gesture to the sky where the blue and red swords hung, showing a comforting smile.

"Everything that is not a king is just a burden here." Weitzman said something hurtful against his will, thinking that Mo Lan would give up, leaving him alone to the pre-determined ending.

However, Mo Lan shook her head slightly, and seriously followed the "reason": "Leaving your own king alone to face the danger is the inaction of a subject." own inaction.

Without doubting Mo Lan, who has always been upright at all, Weizman fell into the trap of plain language, and smiled movedly: "However, I alone is enough, and you have to protect Izona Society." As the king of silver, there is no Other powers must at least protect their subjects well.

"I am the undead king. So don't worry."

The young man smiled at Yan Yan, opened the red paper umbrella, and went straight to the battlefield.

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The four king swords hang above the Academy Island together.

"The king is the only one who can kill the king." Weitzman deflected Munakata Reiji's lightning strike, and with a tired smile, he landed in front of Zhou Fangzun, and said softly, "So while he is in my body—"

"You're talking too much, Weitzman!" Suddenly, the expression on the young man's face changed, the red umbrella fell to the ground, and a sinister smile crept onto the corner of his mouth.

Mo Lan, well done.Xiu Yi stretched comfortably in the depths of Baiyin's soul, and thanked silently.Wrapped by the soul with the "unchanging" attribute, the feeling of heaviness and tingling disappears instantly.

#On the cute attribute of the king of silver being sold and helping count the money#

The whole person turned into a silver streamer, and a dark double-edged dagger appeared in his hand, attacking Zhou Fangzun.The world has become a black and white enchantment, enveloping Zhou Fang and Xiu Yi, every step Xiu Yi takes, creates a small ripple on the sanctuary.

In an instant, he was in front of Zhou Fang.

"Thank you very much for giving him to me!" Chi Wang looked at the dagger suspended between his eyebrows and chuckled carefreely.

The expression on the young man's face was constantly changing, from vicious to helpless and gentle, and his body was stiff and motionless.

One hand, carrying the greatest power of the purple flame, stabbed at his heart.

The shining "reason" descended from the sky, fending off the fatal blow of the Red King.Today's second visitor who broke into the battle between the green and the red is none other than Mo Lan.

"Xiao Hei, block Chief Munakata, and leave the rest to me." His left hand rested on the shoulder of Mo Lan who was standing in front of him as a guard, and the dagger in his right hand slid back, just in time to resist Munakata Reisi's blow.Turning sideways, let the sword of Sirius pass by his side, and met "Li" directly.

There is no guilt in letting your clan fight against the king alone.The colorless king.Zhou Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, a little dissatisfied that his old enemy was snatched away by the other party, but the most urgent thing is to kill this arrogant brat who can't even control his body?

【Witzman, stop messing with me! 】So angry that he even forgot the title of "my lord", the boy's remnant soul loudly accused him in the silver space, 【Bastard, let me go! 】

Tightly grasping the boy's hand holding the dagger, the man with long silver hair said sharply: 【I will never let you attack! 】Looking at it this way, the two people with the same silver hair look like an elder brother educating a rebellious younger brother.

【Hey, get out if you don't want to watch it, coward, is it fun to accompany me to die! 】The young man knocked Weizman back with an elbow, and the unscrupulous sternness on his face faded away, and the rest of his anger didn't seem so hateful.

Will the Colorless King die?Weitzman didn't even have time to think about the deeper meaning of this sentence, and felt that he was ejected from his body again.

"Chi Wang, come to fight?" Nimbly turning the dagger around his fingertips, Xiu Yi watched the streamer of light streak across the dark blade with satisfaction, narrowed his eyes, pressed down his whole body, and smiled provocatively.

Zhou Fangzun didn't answer, he clenched his fists with both hands, raised them above his head, and made a slashing style, even wanting to use the ultimate kill in the first round.

The next moment, Xiu Yi rushed forward with all his might, so fast that even Zhou Fangzun could barely see the boy's movements, and the moment before the fist fell, the boy's dagger was on Zhou Fangzun's neck.

Panting for a moment, Xiu Yi watched the purple flames gradually dissipate, and smiled smugly. #On the Way of the Berserker and the Assassin#

"Xiao Hei?" With a questioning tone, Xiu Yi didn't look back at all, the barrier dissipated, and the battle situation on the side was revealed before his eyes.

I could feel Zhou Fangzun's breathing was a little short, Sirius was raised high in the air, Munakata Reishi stared at the scepter in the opponent's hand in astonishment, a little embarrassed.

"Let me use your sword." Mo Lan said in a deep voice, put away the staff of [Ainz Ur Gong], pulled out the Sirius star that was inserted obliquely into the ground, and threw it at Xiu Yi.

"I'm sorry, my lord won." Zhou Fangzun could feel that the moment he held the Sirius sword hilt, something like a shackle broke from between the young man's brows. This time his smile was not sinister, it looked very sincere.

plunder and regret

The dagger dissipated, and the young man pinched Zhou Fangzun's neck with slightly cold hands, but it was only a light shackle, and he didn't mean to hurt him.

The left hand holding Sirius hung down by his side, and it was impossible to see that he wanted this sword for any purpose other than deterrence.

The crimson flame gradually began to burn from Zhou Fangzun's body, consciously flowing towards this "threat", but once it reached the young man, it seemed to be absorbed and disappeared without a trace.

"Very powerful." Xiu Yi smacked his lips leisurely under Munakata's murderous gaze, making a frivolous evaluation.

The frosted Wang Jian has turned red, as if it has been burned red, and it seems to imprison the dancing flames, and the surface of the crystal is filled with mist.

The same is true indoors in winter, because it is too warm, so no matter how cold it is outside, it can only become water vapor to block the prying eyes.Mo Lan looked up at the immovable Sword of Damocles in the sky, but there were unrelated ideals in her mind.

So Xiuyi's heart is also warm like this?

The young man supported Zhou Fangzun's shoulder with one hand, and his silver-white hair was soaked with sweat.

"How did you control it, monster." The hand holding Sirius became more and more tense, and the words Xiuyi said were all tinged with the heat of the flames, and his whole body was sleepy, unable to lift his strength, "My lord It's getting hot."

Zhou Fangzun is now trapped in his own mental world, and has lost his response to the outside world.

The sea of ​​flames was surging, but it was confined in the black and white barrier, unable to overflow, and the chains all over his body were broken at this moment.The sudden sense of relief made him almost forget the situation in reality, his hands ignited flames, and he laughed wantonly.

[Too capricious, bastard. 】The silver-white haired boy appeared in the barrier, stepping on the sea of ​​flames under his feet, his eyes were full of impatience, but his movements were always a bit slow, like a virtual image with a bad connection, and the projection flickered on and off.

[Dare to come here, ha! 】The flame in Zhou Fangzun's hand hit the young man straight, and he leaped up into the air, leaving nothing behind.