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"Monet, hide."

Qiubai put the thing he was holding on the ground. At this time, he seemed to understand the meaning of the knife maker's words before.

Is it the Zhongyuan Festival today?

Without Qiu Bai's words, Monet also felt this special air, but she originally wanted to fight the enemy together, but now it seems that it may be unnecessary.

"clear."

After this sound, Monet's figure behind Qiubai disappeared, and then the fog began to mix with wind and snow.

"So...is it a street where I am the only one in it now?"

Qiubai stood in the middle of the intersection, and his experiences were paved in the cold space.

"But I didn't expect the new sword to come in handy so soon..." Then he held his right hand with a virtual grip, and the blue handle was completely unconscious, and the sword with an extremely slender sword appeared in his hand.

Whether it is weight or arc, this knife makes him feel comfortable... but he didn't expect it to be useful so quickly.

“Finally found.”

After careful searching, Qiubai finally found the "enemy" hidden in the fog staring at him...or is the "person" a little inaccurate?

There is a windmill several sections higher than the average building, and a strange figure stands on the blades at the highest position where the four-leaf windmill stands.

"Do you use 'weird' to test the sword?"

"By the way, in this case, I happened to think of a name that is extremely suitable for this sword - Xindu, hiding the sword in the body, killing the weird, demon sword Xindu."

In fact, Qiubai didn't think too much about this form. The first thing he thought of was "It turned out that there was a lunatic similar to 'Jack the Ripper' hidden in this city." As for the considerations such as Doflamingo sent a killer to chase him... it really didn't, because it really didn't.

This can only say that he is unlucky.

In fact, his idea was correct. The reaction of the residents in this city can confirm this from the side. Qiubai did encounter "Jack the Ripper", but the person in front of him was much worse than Jack. He was just killing people indiscriminately.

He will give him a knife whenever he encounters it, so it is not an exaggeration to demonize this person.

Therefore, Feng Shui turns around, and Qiubai also encounters a mental illness.

The night wind blew, and the leaves of the still windmill swayed left and right, and then began to rotate slowly. The mentally squatting there rushed towards Qiubai in sequence as signals.

"Strange race?"

This guy's speed is simply too fast, and coupled with his upper body running against the ground, the three words "Qixing" are far from being described.

Qiu Bai was not unable to achieve this speed, but he could only do it when using special sword skills at that time, but the person in front of him was just a trot.

If it weren't for the domineering attitude of seeing and hearing, it would be difficult to capture his movements with the naked eye alone. He even ran a slept with a six-style "shaving" feeling

In almost the blink of an eye, he rushed to Qiubai's attack range.

But except that it was almost as if there was no friends, there seemed to be nothing special. Qiu Bai waved his arm and pointed the long knife in his hand directly at his coming.

This speed... won't you tie yourself into a string, right?

Just as Qiu Bai was thinking this, the other party flashed lightly and rubbed Qiu Bai's sword tightly over. At the same time, his left hand wrapped around the sword like a vine in an instant, and then his right hand slashed directly from bottom to top towards Qiu Bai's armpit.

At this moment, either Qiu Bai would loosen the weapon in his hand or let his right arm be cut off... It should have been like this, but there was a difference in strength between the two.

The other party lost his weapon.

One of the opponent's arms could not control Qiu Bai's sword at all. Qiu Bai's right hand pressed down, blocking the opponent before he hit him, and then flew up and hit him in the chest.

After the huge power was suddenly attacked, his body quickly retreated, and the sword in his hand also escaped.

The hanging sword tip gently pierced into the ground. Qiubai took back his legs and stepped on the hilt of the sword. So, except for the hilt, the sword had already penetrated into the ground paved with bluestone.

The sword is of good quality, at least it was not broken by Qiu Bai.

Blood flowed down the other party's arm, but he stood up again as if he couldn't feel the pain. He first looked at the hilt of the sword being trampled by Qiu Bai, and then raised his head.

"Sorry, I'm actually a power player. You're looking for the wrong person... Damn!" Before Qiubai could finish his words, the other party's singular line shocked him.

The long golden hair was dancing in the wind, the eyes were in a gap, and the corners of the opened mouth were pulled to the back of the head.

Judging from the figure, this person looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, but this face, well...

Wait a minute... Why do you still look so familiar? In an instant, Qiubai remembered that he had heard of the name of the country of Rommel:

"Rommeel's Scythee".

Is the person in front of you the legendary "Hakuba"?

"If it were Cavendish with yellow hair, I would rather have hoped that Diana Cavendish with a wizard hat appeared in front of me, than you."

This face is really breathtaking...well? breathtaking?

Qiubai suddenly had a good idea.

After a missed attack, the strange face opposite Qiu Bai began to look at it constantly. He was a little restless and seemed unable to make a judgment on whether to continue attacking or evacuate quickly.

"Can Monet... be made into frozen specimens?" Qiubai asked with his head raised.

"Train him? I can give it a try."

Monet's response came from the hollow night sky, and then the airtight wind and snow began to spin around "Hakuba". Then, he was wrapped in a huge snowball.

It seems a bit simple?

First of all, a swordsman without a sword is equivalent to losing his aggressiveness. Not everyone can box directly like the lost green hair.

Secondly, I can only say that I am too young.

Qiubai couldn't help but shook his head. It's so good to play mud at home at this age, why do you have to come out to find excitement?

Perhaps now is the period when the legend of the Scytheatre is just emerging, and he is not as powerful as that in the future... If you treat him as a "test", it would be a bit exaggerated.

After making dumplings, Monet's figure appeared again.

"I won't be frozen to death, right?"

Qiubai asked Monet while pulling out the long sword inserted into the stone slab.

"How is that possible? He is very lively."

Although there was no change outside, the other party was still struggling in the snowball... Monet was just a snowy fruit, not a frozen fruit, so it was not that simple that he could freeze people to death.

"What should I do now?" Monet had not yet figured out Qiu Bai's intentions.

"Anyway... I'll move it back first."

As for the purpose of catching such a "monster", Qiubai said...
Chapter completed!