Nomenclature of Night

   Chapter 549 Epic Linkage

   The snow got bigger, and Qingchen accumulated layers of snow, which were then blown away by the aftermath of the battle between Li Shutong and Li Bingxi.

   He looked at it seriously, no matter how uncomfortable his internal organs were, he didn't say a word, for fear of distracting Master.

   Gradually, the wind and snow was pulled by the Qi machine, forming a huge tornado outside the battlefield.

   But, at a certain moment, Qingchen suddenly felt that something was wrong.

  Because Li Shutong's shooting speed is getting slower and slower, he has lost his initial sturdiness.

   At the beginning of the battle, Qingchen couldn't even see the shadow of his master. Only when the master and Li Bingxi fought, could he see a stagnant afterimage.

   And now, Master's figure is becoming more and more clear.

   The fighting stance is also becoming more and more conservative. . .

   On the other hand, Li Bingxi didn't seem to care whether the clone was severely damaged, so he had no defensive posture at all, and he made every shot with all his strength.

   Is Master exhausted?

  From the beginning of the battle to the present, Li Shutong has actually done only one thing, and that is to protect Qingchen.

   No matter how violent Lee Byung-hee's attack was, Lee Shu-tong's defensive circle never took a step back.

   Lee Byung-hee didn't touch a single hair of Qingchen either.

   In this heavy snow, Li Shutong said slowly:

   "The most intimidating thing about Kashima's inheritance is the number. Look at this Li Bingxi is one point twelve, the attack is as dense as rain, and the twelve clones are all real bodies, but the direction of this practice is wrong."

   "Above the demigods, all detached people want to pursue the limit of the individual. What is the limit of the individual? It is to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods with the body of a mortal!"

   "Although Lee Byung-hee has 12 points, each is weakened. For every 1 point, it's weakened by 1 point."

   "Perhaps you can't see any difference in your current realm, but for an opponent like a demigod, one point difference is a realm difference!"

   "In the days to come, you can try to pour the knight's infuriating energy into the enemy's body from the place where you meet in the moment of contact with the enemy to break the face."

   "Watch it!"

   The voice and Xue fell on the ground together. Li Shutong had come to one of Li Bingxi's clones, and the clone subconsciously slashed down.

   But before this palm came down, Li Shutong's figure suddenly accelerated and disappeared again.

   When Li Shutong's foot kicked on the avatar, Qingchen clearly felt that the knight's true energy on Li Shutong's body was constantly surging, and it gathered on the soles of his feet and burst out like thunder.

   With a roar, Li Bingxi's avatar slammed into disintegration, and the snowflakes flew backward like a radial, and even the tornado that had just formed was blown away.

   Qingchen stared blankly, this level of battle was the only one he had ever seen in his life, and when they shot each other, it seemed as if they were urging the mighty power of heaven and earth.

   He was thinking, when will he be able to reach such a state?

   Now even if someone told him that his master Li Shutong could break up the main battle tanks with one palm, he would not doubt it.

   And what Li Shutong is doing now is actually teaching him how to use the infuriating knight.

   At this time, the remaining Li Bingxi clones each took a small step, and a new Li Bingxi clone appeared again.

   Li Bingxi sneered: "At this time, there are still disciples of Xinjiao. What can I do if I break a clone, I still can't break the battle."

   Uncle Li said with a smile: "The more avatars you have, the weaker you will be. This is something you and I both know, so don't make a fool of yourself."

Li Bingxi sneered again: "How can you be better? You just fought against the shikigami of Kamidai Chichi, and you have wasted your energy. Now you are under siege. I remember very clearly that I also hit you three punches. ."

   While speaking, the four surrounding shikigami took a step forward, as if they were planning to attack at any time.

   The feeling of oppression that seemed to be pressing from the top of his head made Qingchen shudder.

   At this moment, Qingchen only felt that the master's breath was still peaceful and not in a hurry.

   Strange, isn't Master planning to get out of trouble?

  What are you waiting for, Master? !

  …

  …

   North of the snowfield.

   There is a team in black rushing towards the battlefield. All of them have a huge sword tied behind their backs. At first glance, it is the inheritance of the Imperial Consortium of the Gods.

   They were the dead soldiers in front of the ancestors of the gods, and they came to break the game at this time.

   These six B-rank dead men ran at an extremely fast speed, and when they flew over the snow, they were as light as swallows.

   Not far away, on a snow-capped mountain, two young men in jackets and sunglasses had just climbed to the top of the mountain.

   One was ruddy and full of joy, the other was pale, as if there was nothing to be happy about in the world.

   Strangely, the two of them were carrying huge mountaineering bags, which were a head taller than people.

   The cheerful young man took off his sunglasses and exclaimed, "Ah, what a big snow!"

The sound of    immediately attracted the attention of the six dead soldiers.

   The dead men looked at each other, but they ignored the two young men and continued to gallop toward the south.

The cheerful young man said with a smile: "What's the matter, you don't even care about me. Hey, boss, do you think it's a coincidence? I came here because of Qing's mission, and you came because of Chen's mission. We are together, is this an epic world linkage?!"

   However, the pale young man beside him, wearing a pair of white headphones, didn't seem to hear what he said at all.

   Or, even if he heard what he said, he didn't intend to ignore him.

   The startled young man put on sunglasses and looked at him: "Am I handsome with sunglasses? By the way, are you a brother or a brother now."

   He leaned closer to each other's earphones, and when he heard it was rock and roll, he pouted: "It's brother, it's boring."

   The pale-faced one silently pointed to the backpack behind the two of them, motioning to open them together.

   And he himself, opened his mountaineering bag, with the opening facing down, kept shaking off.

   In an instant, countless stacks of paper swifts fell from the opening of the backpack, but before they fell to the ground, those swifts "lived" and flew into the sky one by one!

  In the earphones, the violent heavy metal music was deafening, and under the hysterical roar, the pale young man looked exceptionally peaceful.

In sharp contrast.

   "Degenerate, restless, dead."

   "Addicted, serene, alive."

   "For the judged."

   "For the redeemed."

   I saw the hundreds of paper swifts piercing the singing of the earphones.

   Soaring through the snow.

   The pale-faced young man stared at the whiteness of the world, while Swift guided him to the other side of the world as he wished.

   The six warriors who were not exempted from Qisha also found these swifts, and their expressions changed.

   "Fight to the death!" A samurai roared, and he took off the dagger behind him and held it around his waist, rushing towards the attacking Swift.

   On the top of the mountain, the pale young man sighed.

   "Silent, angry, buried."

   "Happy, nostalgic, beautiful."

   "All die."

  In an instant, the black samurai in the snow drew his sword!

  The swirling hundreds of white swifts deftly bypassed the blade and passed through the samurai's chest like bullets one after another.

   The white swift turned red.

   The pale young man let Swift chase down all the warriors, and he looked at the cheerful young man beside him: "Open."

   "Ow," the cheerful young man unpacked the mountaineering bag and poured out.

   The pale young man was about to take control, but his expression changed.

   I saw that what fell out of the mountaineering bag was not a new swift, but a whole pack of folded little jumping frogs!

  The little jumping frogs are also alive, and they are jumping out one after another.

  The pale-faced young man finally took off his earphones with a blank face, and then heard another person beside him singing "Happy pond, plant a dream and become an ocean, the bulging eyes and big mouth also sing loudly..."

  The two seem to be in different worlds and enjoy different emotions.

  The pale young man was silent for a long time: "Zard, what are you..."

Zard is still a little aggrieved: "Boss, I've been folding you for several days. As soon as you told me, I started to fold it for you! But the point is, I can only fold small jumping frogs! Look at them. How fast you can dance, using them to find people is also very useful!"

When    was speaking, the six samurai who had been cut off from the imperial guards at the foot of the mountain had already died in the snow, and the blood-stained swifts had lost their vitality.

  Phantom Feather took a deep breath and controlled the little jumping frogs to find them in different directions and into the depths of the snowfield.

   They want to find an aging onmyoji on this huge snow field.

  Zard asked aside, "By the way, boss, where are you going after the mission is over? Let's go to City 22 to play together. I heard that the sukiyaki pot there is the most authentic."

  Huan Yu turned his head and glanced at Zard, his eyes seemed to say: You just made a move on the people of the generation of God, but you are going to one of the base camps of the generation of God to eat sukiyaki?

   "Going to eat? I'll treat you," Zard said.

  Huan Yu put on the headphones again with a blank face, shielding all the noise from the outside world.

   After an unknown amount of time, he said softly, "I found it."

   said, he turned and walked down the mountain.

  Zard yelled on the mountain: "Wait, we're not responsible for finding him, right? There are eight S-rank shikigami by his side, brother, we can't beat him!"

   However, Huan Yu was wearing headphones and didn't hear what Zard said at all.

   As he descended the mountain, he took out a flare gun from his pocket and shot it towards the sky in a certain direction.

  The red light slowly ascended and descended in the sky.

   And the direction it guides will be the final stage today.

   The protagonist of this stage is not one person, but everyone on this stage.

  …

   There is still available at night, but the time cannot be determined

   (end of this chapter)