In the sky, the spear and stick appeared in Chen Yuan's left and right hands.

"Flame Knife!"

"Blood Sword Technique!"

Two completely different energies exploded on Chen Yuan's arms, and a heart-wrenching pain penetrated into Chen Yuan's heart along both arms.

"Stop it!"

Chen Yuan raised his left hand, and the flame knife set off a shocking wave of fire in the sky. At the same time, the spear in his hand forced the bleeding knife technique!

Must win to open.

The blood-red gun tip constantly collided with the black clown's flying knife in the sky.

In a short moment, the person actually had the illusion of blocking all the black clown's flying swords.

"The lambs on the grassland always run hard and think they can escape the pursuit of lions, but everything is futile." The black clown sneered.

Sure enough, the next moment, the thirteen flying knives rushed down, and the spear that could just stop the flying knives suddenly dispersed, and the gun rod cracked inch by inch, and was about to break.

"Puff!" The Taoist soldiers were damaged, and Chen Yuan himself also received a backlash, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood into the sky.

His face quickly paled.

But the moment when the spear collapsed, Chen Yuan used the Lingbo Microstep again.

The flying knife smashed down again, cutting the iron net under Chen Yuan's feet, and cutting into an iron cage covered with a black curtain!

The roar of wild beasts came from the iron cage and the sound of iron chains pulling to the ground.

But in just one second, there was no sound in the iron cage, and a ball of black blood flowed out tightly.

"Oh, it seems that someone has helped you complete the parting song!" said the black clown. The smile on his face gradually became dimmed, replaced by a feeling of sadness that penetrated into his bones.

"What a pity, it's such a pity! I didn't expect the last scene to come so soon!"

The black clown's hands kept sliding in the sky. Every time he swiped, a row of flying knives would appear in the sky.

"Human life will always end, and no matter how hard it is, it will always end!"

"This is life!"

The sad clown waved the flying knife in the air and pointed to Chen Yuan's direction: "Goodbye, my dear S-class guest, at least today, I had a great time!"

The last time, he waved his hands together, and the flying swords in the sky fell like raindrops, in the direction of Chen Yuan.

"The final chapter, the end of joys and sorrows!"

"grass!"

Chen Yuan's eyes shrank. Under such dense conditions, even if it was Lingbo Weibu, even if it was twice as deep as Lingbo Weibu, there would be no way to avoid the rain in the sky.

"Stop struggling, the clown has said it's time to end!"

"Your sacrifice will bring this doll performance to a climax."

Chen Yuanyi gritted his teeth. At this time, life and death, he no longer cared about so much. "Zhou Rong!"

He roared, his right hand twitched behind his back, and immediately, a white ferocious bone knife appeared in the sky.

The moment the white bone knife appeared, even the black clown's face changed. As strong as the black clown, he could feel a sense of danger from the bone knife.

...What is that!

"Catch it!" Chen Yuan gritted his teeth.

The bone knife slashed in the sky.

A black light flowed out along the blade, entangled with the silver flying knife in the sky.

Bang...bang

!

The black light collided with the flying knife and immediately made a series of sounds of fine iron colliding, and countless sparks burst into full bloom, dyeing the sky with a layer of flame light.

"This is... the black clown's eyes shrank.

He looked carefully and found that the spark was not bursting out by the collision between the flying knife and the black light, but the black light directly changed the trajectory of the flying knife and allowed the flying knife to collide by itself!

Self-decreasing!

Looking at the bone knife in Chen Yuan's hand, the black clown was stunned for a moment. Compared to the art of life that he was striving to pursue, the bone knife was the real art.

"So beautiful!" The black clown smiled intoxicatedly.

That is, at the moment when the black clown was stunned, the black light opened a one-meter-wide hole in the sky.

Chen Yuan quickly looked and flickered, jumped out of the void, lost his target, and the flying knife in the sky fell to the ground, making a jingle sound.

The black clown came to his senses and looked at the flying knife on the ground.

An inexplicable anger suddenly rose in his heart: "No, it's impossible, I'm a black clown, how could I be interested in other people's art?"

"No!" But looking at the flying knife that fell on the ground like garbage and the experimental subject that was still roaring and mutating in the iron cage, his eyes painted with thick oil paint had a madness that could not be concealed.

"Fake, that's all fake. Only me, only the clown's doll theater is the expression of art!"

"S-level Chen Yuan, I will never admit it, I will never admit your art form!" The black clown's eyes were filled with killing.

He turned into a black shadow, followed Chen Yuan's steps and chased out along the tunnel.

"Missue! It's really a mistake!" At this time, Chen Yuan was working hard in the tunnel. In fact, he was now close to the point where he was exhausted.

His original intention was to go to the realm of what unknown activities this "STS" organization is doing underground.

Then tell the Dasixi organization what he saw, and his mission is over.

But he didn't expect that he would meet the Black Clown, one of the twin clowns, in that ghost place. The Black Clown's strength was unfathomable. If he hadn't used two kinds of Taoist soldiers and then used the sword to kill him, he would have been dismembered by the Black Clown now.

It has become a corpse soaked in that large tank of formalin.

"I'd better tell Da Sixi about this crazy man's information. I'll stop getting involved in this matter in the future." Chen Yuan said to himself.

Just when Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, a voice that made his head numb suddenly came from behind him: "This guest, the doll performance has not yet ended yet. If you leave so anxiously, the clown will be angry!"

"Fuck!" Chen Yuan got goose bumps on his back, but he didn't dare to look back. Now he can only urge Lingbo Weibu with all his strength.

Stay behind...

Chen Yuan was already urging Lingbo Weibu with all his strength, but he could feel the black clown behind him still approaching.

In just five seconds, Chen Yuan could already feel the sharp blade of the Black Clown being aimed at his heart from behind, and could take his life at any time.

"Go to sleep, little baby!" The black clown smiled evilly.

After Chen Yuan died, no one could deny his art again.

"Die!" A row of flying knives flew out of the black clown's hands neatly.

Seeing Chen Yuan splitting into two not far away, Chen Yuan's body flashed with a little luster and finally disappeared completely.

"This is! An illusion!" The black clown sneered: "This kid has many small tricks!"

"But you can't run away!" The black clown laughed even more madly: "The clown drama must end!"

Then, two more flying knives were added on the black clown's hands, one left and one right. The flying knives were thrown out and slashed along the edge of the tunnel.

It seemed like a layer of fog was cut open in the tunnel, and then Chen Yuan's body appeared in the sight of the black clown again.

"Customer, stay!"

Chen Yuan did not look back and kept injecting the spiritual energy from his body into the long sword in his right hand. It was Chen Yuan's last spiritual energy.

"My Girl Sword!"

Finally, after Chen Yuan fed the last trace of spiritual energy on his body to the Yue Nu Sword, a purple light flashed on the blade of the long sword, followed Chen Yuan and slashed it with one sword.

The purple halo with unrivalled force actually slashed the tunnel behind him.

"This is! What!" The black clown watched as he shot out the flying knife, which was cut off again by the purple halo. The smile on his face gradually became crazy and bloodthirsty.

The second time, his art was cut open twice in a row in one day. It felt even more uncomfortable than throwing him on the ground and stomping!

"Kill you!"

The black clown's head surging, and the flying knife in his hand spread again. It took less than a second to tear the sword energy of the Yue Girl sword that slashed towards him.

He did not continue to throw the flying knife at Chen Yuan, but saw him bent down in the tunnel, with a dagger in his fingers. His eyes narrowed, and his spiritual energy wrapped around the black clown's body. His eyes seemed to have a strange light in the black.

"Roar!" The next moment, the black clown roared, and his whole body ran out like a cheetah, from the ground with his feet before, to the ground with his limbs now.

Although it was just such a subtle change, his speed was more than twice as fast as before.

But at 0:01, he arrived behind Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan could even feel the sharp cold light between the black clown's fingers!

The deep cold feeling was like a steel nail piercing deeply into Chen Yuan's spine.

Chen Yuan shivered violently. At this time, all the methods he could use were used, and the skills of the donkey were exhausted, and the mountains and rivers were exhausted!

If these flying knives behind him were really inserted into Chen Yuan's back, I'm afraid that Chen Yuan's life would have to end early.

"Bajiquan!" After gritting his teeth, Chen Yuan suddenly thought of his favorite quote before traveling through time.

The scars on the back are a shame for the swordsman!

Now that he has already lost his skills, if he really reaches the moment of life and death, Chen Yuan should face it head-on.

But at this time, Chen Yuan's body was no longer spiritual. The Bajiquan he was shot was tangible and spiritual. Where could he deal with the black clown's flying knife?

"Don't worry, you are the guest I have been tangled with for the longest time. After killing you, I will definitely put your head in the most conspicuous position in my collection cabinet." A crazy smile appeared on the corner of the black clown's mouth.

He poked out his right hand, and the palm with the flying knife had turned into the claws of a cheetah, impacting the Bajiquan that Chen Yuan had hit.

The four flying knives pierced along the bones of Chen Yuan's fist like sharp knives that broke through the enemy's formation.

The moment he stabbed in, Chen Yuan's fist was dismembered from white bones. Blood flowed down Chen Yuan's arms.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth and said nothing!

"Haha, he's a tough guy, he's worthy of being the clown's favorite collection!"
Chapter completed!