: 255 Extremely Dead - Seven Nights

As the Fang’s sharp dagger lifted up and pointed to the air, an unprecedented horrible murder began to pervade.
"!"
Feeling the deadly murderousness, Sherlock’s heart was tightened and his face became dignified.
Sherlock knows that there is a very strong card in the square.
That card, I have just used it once.
With it, the power in the square soared to an astonishing level in that moment, so that Sherlock did not react, and after the reaction, the party had already launched an attack on the bullet.
Unfortunately, the cards are powerful and the side effects are just as terrible.
Even if it is used in the square, Sherlock has a way to deal with it.
However, now, Sherlock found himself wrong.
The square really hides a very strong card.
However, this card is not just one.
"To tell the truth, this is the first time I used it in actual combat." Fang did not open his eyes and whispered.
"Although I have practiced it many times, I still haven't fully learned this trick, so that this trick can only play half of the effect, but it is the most powerful seven-night assassination that I have mastered. A trick, even if it is called a nirvana, is not an exaggeration."
"... is it?" Sherlock nodded and said nothing. "I also reasoned from your own body that you have a very powerful assassination, but you did not expect that you showed it. Not all."
"So, it is the only hope I can overcome you immediately." Fang Li said indifferently: "Even if you only have half the effect, if you can take it next, then try it."
As soon as the voice fell, the murderousness from the expansion of the whole body began to thicken bit by bit. Like the actual weight, it began to pervade.
The irritating murderousness made Sherlock's body slowly tighten and slowly lifted his weapon.
The long sword used by the medieval knight reappeared in the hands of Sherlock.
It seems that Sherlock has already brought the sword back when using the bullet to move instantly.
After all, it is the treasure that the Queen of the United Kingdom lends to Sherlock, not something that can be lost.
Holding the sword, Sherlock looked up and stared in the direction of the square with a pair of eyes without a focal length.
"Hey!"
At the same time, behind the Sherlock, the entrance to the icbm, which was transformed into a manned tool, opened.
According to Sherlock's theory, he predicted the reasoning. During this time, he should have got the icbm.
Unfortunately, the appearance of the square made Sherlock's reasoning fail.
In the face of the irritating murderous, Sherlock believes that in the case of the loss of the bullet, there is absolutely no way to face it back into the icbm.
Therefore, Sherlock can only face the square, all the feelings are extended like tentacles, instead of their own vision, observe all the movements around.
"So..."
Until then, Fang Li suddenly made a sound.
"I am up."
Murderous, burst like a flame.
"choke!"
With a pleasing sword screaming, a stream of light suddenly appeared, as if a spiral of aurora, shot to the front.
That is the moon blade in the square.
At this moment, the square was tight, like a gyro, a spin, throwing the moon blade in his hand.
It is not a simple throw, but a spur that is condensed by the power of the whole body.
Therefore, the sharp dagger carrying the power of the whole body under the fierce throwing, turned into a super-rotating bullet, flashing in the space, the burst into the direction of Sherlock.
Speed, very fast.
Sherlock, who had completely released his feelings like a radar, reacted in time, almost in the first time when the spiral aurora burst out, suddenly raised the sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him. .
"laugh!"
Under the sharp wind, the dagger that turned into a spiral bullet plunged like a flash of light, and it fell heavily on the sword.
"Hey!"
The loud cross-talking sounds like a sound, like a ringing bell, echoing to the Quartet.
At this moment, Sherlock was shocked.
Because, Sherlock can very clearly feel that the dagger on his own weapon has sent an amazing force.
It seems that there is a train crashing into it.
Under such circumstances, Sherlock even took the sword, and the whole person was shaken out, and the sole of the foot rubbed against the ground, and the speed retreated.
"Hey!"
Like a spiral bullet, the dagger still slammed into the sword in the hands of Sherlock, so that the fierce sparks could not be rubbed, bringing a terrible force, and passed on to Sherlock’s body. .
"Oh... ah ah ah ah!"
Sherlock, who was backing up at a very fast speed, couldn't help but whispered, holding a long sword hard, and desperately defending the powerful force of the attack. Even if the tiger's mouth was numb, the weapon in his hand would not be released.
No, it should be said that it cannot be released.
Once loosened, the decapitated dagger will be completely turned into a dislocated wild horse, like a laser, running through Sherlock's body.
Therefore, Sherlock must not loosen the sword in his hand.
"Hey!"
A strong wind pressure broke out on Sherlock's body.
At this moment, Sherlock chose to use super powers to assist himself and defend.
Under the strong wind pressure, Sherlock's body seemed to be covered with an invisible wind armor. The body shape in the retreat gradually stopped, and the surge of airflow was also blessed on the arm, allowing Sherlock to prevent Lived the attack.
The spiral-like dagger was finally forced to stop and the rotation became weaker.
"Hey!"
At some point, under the crisp sound, the dagger that had been spinning the sword of Sherlock's sword with the sparks flew out.
However, almost at the same time, Sherlock's face changed.
"I know that there is no way to solve this problem if you have this level."
Under such a voice, a figure broke into Sherlock's arms silently.
"Hey!"
I don't know when the dagger who had returned to the master's hand cut the air and separated the wind pressure on Sherlock, such as electric light, and violently.
"Hey!"
In the tearing sound, a burst of blood splashed and sprinkled into the sky.
Accompanied by a low-pitched voice.
"Extremely dead - seven nights..."