"Swish swish swish swish swish!"——"

Fanning, who was flying rapidly in "the old days", looked cold and his clothes were floating.

The steel pipes with sharp and twilight gaps, or the cylindrical conical parts with sharp and ferocious cross-sections, were unscrewed from the wreckage by him using invisible force, turning into cold streams of light, and shot towards the transparent figures floating upward one after another.

The perfumer's seemingly ghostly floating state is obviously not a spirit body that is not afraid of physical attacks in the entire sense, nor is it a pure gas form that can change its shape at will.

About 10% of the steel pipes pierced through the air hit her, just like a sticky syrup was pushed out of the gap. Those transparent parts were pulled out of silky smoke along with the steel pipes, and finally sparks splashed on the tunnel wall.

Although the body shape that was dispersed each time returned to its original state, it was obvious that its floating trajectory became more and more unstable, and the smoke gradually returned from almost transparent to translucent, closer to its usual texture.

"Aren't you a middle-level strength?" The perfumer was incredible.

She is at the seventh level and although she is proficient in theoretical fields such as spiritual agents, antiquities, secret atmospheres, classic research, etc. and is not good at fighting head-on, this kind of maneuvering and flexible escape ability usually makes her feel uncomfortable.

"Middle level?" Fan Ning sneered.

After being promoted to the higher rank, after this period of adaptation, Fanning has become more and more proficient in his own spiritual mastery, and his "multi-voice" control ability is getting closer and closer to his true performance on the stage.

Coupled with the huge bonus of "Old Day", he was commanding the successive sharp shots of wreckage shot out, while he was still moving away the collapsed bricks and stones that affected his speed.

"Impossible! You were obviously at the level six that day at the 'Phantom Man' secret instrument!!" The other party's voice finally became panicked.

"Idiot, that happened two months ago." Fanning's face turned cold, his eyes twitched, and the steel plate under his feet was still constantly getting closer to the perfumer.

Even if she knew it, she wouldn't believe that Fanning had reached the ninth level, not only was she flying faster than her, but the physical destruction ability brought by this special method of inspirational deconstruction is rare among those with high-level knowledge.

At this time, facing the airtight attack, the perfumer was exhausted after a few breaths and was about to lose weight.

"Carron, be careful!" Suddenly, Fanning heard Joan's shouting, and the strange howling mixed with swallowing saliva.

He glanced downwards in the sound and saw Lu and Huxley holding the timpan drumsticks and the other holding the carving knife, protecting Joan in the middle, dealing with a distorted monster with granulation raised.

The aberration was nearly three meters high, but compared to Professor Lorraine's distortion at that time, it maintained at least the human form of the torso and limbs. It dragged the bloody mucus and rotten flesh, and the muscle wounds all over the body seemed to have been torn by Qiong, and at this time it was morbidly stretched open, just like egg proteins that overflowed after being boiled and broken.

As for the head, half of it had been slanted by Huxley, his forehead disappeared, revealing a wriggling gray-green brain flower. Fanning identified his original identity from the remaining characteristics such as the nose and mouth shape.

Dean Graheim?

Looking at the drumstick surrounded by airflow, Lu should have successfully stepped into the extraordinary, while Huxley was at the median level of the sixth level. How did the three knowledgeable people look at a distorted person?

The three of them felt and responded to the inspiration thread that Fanning touched, but Huxley's face was as pale as paper, and blood flowed from Lu's nose and mouth.

Fanning, who was flying and chasing the perfumer, was digesting the information brought by a short glance, and was also wondering why Joan asked herself to be careful. Suddenly, a harsh scream sounded in his ear, and a huge suction cup-shaped mouthpiece bloomed below.

The suction cup was almost transparent with gum, and inside it was covered with dark green deformed organs like internal organs. This time it was like a man-eating flower, trying to wrap Fanning into his mouth.

"Be careful, this monster grew out of the pigment transformed by Benjamin!" Lu shouted and reminded.

Fanning, who had already established an inspirational connection with the three, pointed out with his "old" hand downwards. Lu's first light of knowing "陈" was controlled by the secret of the "key" he had appreciated, and then it seemed as if he had pierced into the water, and the top of the baton pointed out numerous ripples in the air.

"Dong!!!——"

A dull and metallic sound, similar to the timpani drum hitting a loud bang suddenly exploded!

This mystery of the "key" that Fanning first realized comes from his insights after his successful debut of "The First Symphony". Its actual call effect on his own spiritual ability is a median between the two's inspiration intensity - just like the actual performance: if it is a mediocre and skilled musician, the musician's interpretation effect will be reduced, but it is better than the commander's own level; and in turn, a skilled commander and dispatch mediocre musician, although the commander's inspiration cannot be fully implemented, the musician's interpretation effect will be much better than usual.

At this moment, it was obvious that the latter was the case. Under the call of Fanning's ninth-level inspiration, this sound was a difference between heaven and earth compared to Lu's own use. Whether it was Dean Graheim's distortion or the three people who fought with him, they suddenly felt blurry in vision and dizzy, and even the perfumer who could hardly support him at the height felt that he almost fell down!

Lu was surprised to find that under the "demonstration" and "instructions" commanded by Fanning, he seemed to have a deeper understanding of the "explanatory understanding" of his first meeting!

The huge mouthpiece like a suction cup suddenly splashed under Fanning's "hammer", and the wrapping movement almost reversed, and the surface was shaken and trembled.

Almost at the same time, the sound of tooth-acid metal tearing sounded, and four irregular steel plates with sharp edges peeled off from several wreckage, carrying the penetration and cutting characteristics of Huxley's inspirational connection and began to spin rapidly like a frisbee.

"Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-"

With the cutting of the steel frisbee, the transparent colloidal layers on the outside of the mouthpiece were instantly cut into several long and deep gaps, and dark green internal organs were thrown all over the floor.

So the suction cup opened even more, it screamed and screamed wildly, completely swallowing Fanning's figure.

"Carron!!" Joan was so scared that she was pale when she witnessed this scene.

The next moment, she felt the strong resonance between herself and Fanning's spirituality, so the wounds of the suction cup were torn apart in a whole piece, and the entire fleshy structure fell apart.

Fanning, who had solved the Benjamin distortion, looked cold and had rotten meat and juice all over her body drilled out of it.

"bright!"

A newly made "Sun Guidance" has slipped into its left hand at some point. As the cold ancient Janus was spit out, the hot air around Fanning began to surround him, dazzlingly surpassing the burning flames everywhere in the ruins.

He flew out quickly again on the steel plate, and a steel pillar as thick as a calf was unscrewed from the wreckage, and suddenly stabbed the perfumer who was gradually catching up with his back.

As the golden stream of Fanning's eyes spread, the steel column heated up violently to red, and even the top gradually turned into a heart-wrenching milky white!

"Ahhhhh!" A series of women screamed shrillly, and the steel pipe with a temperature of over 10,000 was directly penetrated into the heart of the ghost state, and led her to the wall at the height of the tunnel!

She finally returned to normal, but she was already a corpse burning on the wall, with flames shaking on the upper body of her clothes, and balls of flames with grease and coke dripping down from time to time.

In just five seconds, the perfumer died!!

"Dong--" Lu shook the swollen aberrant body that was biting again, and the excessive pressure of inspiration made his two lines of nose bleeding wind out like a small snake.

Under Lou's delay, Huxley cooperated with Joan tore off one of its arms again, and almost cut off his head three-quarters, leaving only a mouth and a circle of bone structures on his cheeks and chin.

But this distortion was like nothing happened, and it bit it again, and even the arm that fell to the ground was desperately scratching the gravel on the ground.

"This ghost thing neither knows the pain nor the time to exhaust itself!" Huxley's eyes were blurred and twisted, and his chest was gasping like a broken bellows.

With a "click", the steel pipe that nailed the perfumer to death on the wall was pulled out from the cracks of bricks and stones by Fanning, and shot directly into the diagonal bottom.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

The hot steel pipe turned into afterimages, like a tofu block, piercing the distorted body back and forth twenty or thirty times!

Standing in the air, Fanning looked at the monsters under her feet with expressionless face, and the rotten blood was sprayed everywhere.

With a "clang", the steel pipe returned to normal temperature as soon as it landed, and the distorted body that had turned into a sieve fell down with a bang on its back.

Ten seconds later, Graheim died!

At the same time, the legs of the perfumer's burnt corpse fell off not far away, and only the burnt upper body was still stuck to the tunnel wall.

"Carrown, you are really strong, I haven't experienced it before, you"

Seeing Fanning solve a high-level intellectual and two median-level distortions in less than half a minute, and his expression did not change at all, Joan next to him swallowed with difficulty.

"Miss Nissi and I were on the platform at first, so we were not involved in the accident." Lu Shang said angrily, "After the collision, we jumped out of the tunnel to lead the team to save people. When we just controlled the fire and were about to disperse and clear the ruins, we heard the movement of Vice Principal Huxley fighting with this monster in the depths of the tunnel. Originally, the three of us gradually suppressed it, but Benjamin's body came back to life. Miss Nissi almost died, and the subsequent battle situation immediately took a sharp turn."

"Wow—Wow—" Just as Lu explained the whole situation here, Huxley started vomiting violently with his hands on his feet.

Several people looked at him together.

I thought it was a physiological disorder caused by excessive detachment or exhaustion of inspiration, but when several people walked around, they suddenly found that his vomit was a colorful pigment-like slurry!

Fanning's expression became solemn.

The vomiting was slowed down, and Huxley, who was covered in dust, smiled awkwardly, wiped his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly he saw the dirt on his sleeve, and his whole body trembled violently.

Visibly, his exposed skin, including his face and neck, began to appear increasingly larger and more bruises with strange and bright colors!

The three of them took a few steps back in unison.

"Carron, kill me." Huxley said with a dead face.

Fanning's lips squirmed a few times, struggled to lift the pistol, but his entire arm was shaking.

Huxley wanted to divert his trance, but found that the three students in front of him whom he had loved had become disgusted in his heart without being controlled.

He shook his head hard and tried his best to maintain his calmness: "Thank you for your secret art, but those who fight against the mystery are often contaminated by mystery. This is the essence of the world. At least I am worthy of my heart. I have also fulfilled my responsibilities to match my abilities and positions over the years, right? If you have too much psychological burden, why don't you see if Lu can? You can't let Qiong fire this shot?"

Fanning's arm holding the gun was shaking even harder.

"Sir Principal, you" Qiong's voice burst into tears.

"When the mysterious side curtain is revealed, you should have this awareness by default." Huxley began to overflow with thin pigments in his mouth and nose, gritting his teeth to suppress his calm tone, "Do it quickly, it will be solved when I get distorted, and it will be even more decent." As the pollution progressed rapidly, he finally began to roar uncontrollably, "Do it! Damn! Fanning! And you two ugly and dirty guys! I feel fucking disgusting when I look at your hypocritical sympathy expression!"

"Bang!" Fanning pulled the trigger.

Huxley's eyebrows burst out from his eyebrows. When he leaned over and fell to the ground, his body exploded violently, burning the pigment that had spilled out of his pores into black residue.

"You will save people." The sentence should be a kindness, but its tone is as cold as ice.

When Joan, tears rolled in her eyes, she turned around without looking back and walked towards the wreckage of the train in the tunnel.

Why didn't I say a word?

Why didn't I say a word of comfort before shooting?

Fanning pursed her lips tightly, and her leather shoes stomped in the wreckage, making a sound.

Because comfort cannot redeeate death, can comfort heal the trauma? Or can the world after death be no longer empty?

There is another person

If this accident is the key to the "door of coincidence"

It has been less than five minutes since the train collided. Before the inspectors of the Special Inspection Hall arrived, if they could prevent the "coincidence door" from opening and prevent the Special Inspection Hall from getting the "disaster disaster", then the dispute over the wreckage of the Artifact Source God may be further away from me.

No matter what its conditions are, it is like the secret utterance, with a subject of an "executor".

According to Fanning's experience, even if the casualties of this accident broke through the critical line, as long as Erov was killed, the main body of the key would be gone, and the "door of coincidence" would not be opened.

Fanning stepped onto a cement board again and flew under the ruins and searched.
To be continued...