"Duolu——"

"Duolu——"

The rapid horse hooves trampled on the waterlogged ground, making a muffled sound that was almost like a drum.

It rains heavily.

The wind in the alley is very strong.

The carriage running wildly against the wind in this heavy rain had an unreal feeling as if time and space were being pulled, distorted, and slowed down.

"Hey, are you okay?" Graves took out a large cigar and lit it with difficulty in the heavy rain.

The alley is not long, and the carriage is not running very slowly. According to the driver's crazy whipping, the carriage will hit hard after ten more at most.

But the three people who were definitely going to be hit head-on didn't have any strange expressions. They looked at the crazy carriage calmly, the dim magic light shone on their faces, and their eyes looked calm as if they were watching.

Watch a play that has nothing to do with you.[

Even the old coachman took out his old pipe and started beating it slowly and leisurely.

Draven did not answer Graves' question immediately. Instead, he turned the two strange-shaped axes in his hands faster.

The heavy rain came down almost as fast as a storm.

Metal storm.

"Did you hear that? This is death knocking on the door!" Draven whispered in a rare normal tone, but then he started laughing crazily again.

That laugh matched the terrifying metal storm in his hand.

It really looks a bit like a death-rush ghost.

"Swipe-" the sound of an axe.

"Doo--" the sound of horse hooves.

Number ten.

"Crack-" Old Tom banged the pipe against the rut.

The first time.

"Doo!" The horse's hooves stepped hard on a gap in the ground, causing a splash of water as high as a person's height.

"Pa-ta-" the second time.

Draven's evil-looking face was slightly distorted with excitement.[

"Click-" the third time.

The third blow was like a horn, almost at the moment when the tobacco rod hit the rut.

The strange-shaped ax blade in Draven's hand rushed out into the heavy rain beside him.

"Tear--" The ax that was reaching its peak made a harsh sound in the wind and rain, similar to the sound of a blade cutting through skin.

"Five!!!" At the same time, Draven's mouth began to roar with excitement like a countdown.

"Tear--" Another ax flew out of his hand.

At the same time, surprisingly, another ax flew back from the wind and rain again.

After he caught it steadily, he didn't let the ax stay for even a second before throwing it out again.

"Doo--" The sound of horse hooves was still ringing.

The carriage was still approaching crazily.

It rained heavily.

In the pouring rain, Draven's shouts became louder and louder: "Four!!!"

"Tear--" The ax blade flew out and back again.

The terrifying speed of the spinning attacks has almost reached the level of parallelism. From the outside, it seems that Draven has no control. There is a magical force in the air that maintains the high speed of the two strange-shaped axes.

Rotate.

"Three!!!" As the countdown entered the final moment, the carriage approached Chen Senran and the others.

Even the water splashed by the horse stepping on the ground could almost reach the corners of their clothes.

They were still unmoved, and they didn't know whether they believed in Draven or were confident that they would never die.

"Two!!!" Draven's voice became louder and louder, and the strange-shaped ax in his hand quickly reached a new level.

The air was almost filled with the hissing hissing sound of the ax blade tearing through the air, and the sound of the heavy rain had been almost covered up.

"Doo--" The sound of horse hooves was still sounding steadily.

"One!!!" Delevingne roared loudly, and even because he used too much force, his voice sounded a little distorted.

one.

The last number.

The final moment that determines victory or defeat.

The ax blade in Draven's hand has turned into a phantom. That speed can no longer even be described as fast.

"Tear-"

The roaring sound of metal completely suppressed all other sounds in the world.

The sound of cigarette rods clicking, horse hooves, and breathing.

The sound of rain.

The whole world was submerged in the extremely terrifying flying axe.

The entire heavy rain was limited and prolonged.

until--

"Crack-"

A drop of rain fell.

A drop of rain falls.

"Boom--" A violent explosion suddenly sounded in the air.

That left almost the last body. Even the horse's hooves had been raised, and the carriage that was waiting for the next step to fall exploded in mid-air.

One by one, one by one, before the last number, it turned into a pile of ground powder. It sprayed around continuously, blooming like a brilliant firework.

Flesh fireworks.

The rain continues to fall.

Draven caught the two strange-shaped ax blades flying back from the air, and they finally stopped as if they were tired, letting the rain wash over them.

What's surprising is that there isn't even a trace of extra contaminated flesh or sawdust on their bodies.

Maybe too fast?

"Pa bang bang -" sudden applause rang out in the heavy rain.

While applauding, Graves sighed vaguely with his cigar in his mouth: "Wonderful, so wonderful."

His cigar was finally lit.

"Of course, being the best is my daily standard, no matter where I go." Delevingne responded with a proud tone. His body was already covered with fragments of flesh and blood from the impact, but he

But he didn't seem to care at all, and licked the minced meat at the corner of his mouth as if he liked it, chewed it and laughed, "Oh, don't be jealous of me, but to be honest, it hurts me to pick it up

Alright." Although he said this, the sound of the two axes spinning in his hand could be heard again.

The sound of death.

This time, no one will underestimate these two axes.

"I have lived for decades, and this is the first time I have seen someone kill someone like this." Old Tom also lit up his pipe and looked happily at the mixture of minced meat and sawdust not far away, "I guess

, you must have been a pig butcher before, right?"

"Okay." Chen Senran finally said, "Dlevin, you did a good job, I'm very satisfied."

Although Chen Senran couldn't see it, he had just seen clearly in the spiritual world the terrifying path of Draven's axe, as well as the energy scene in which the carriage and two people were quickly chopped into pieces.

From another perspective, he saw the most thoroughly and was the most shocking.

This Draven is really a sharp knife.

"Get in the car, we have six places to go tonight, so we have to hurry up." Chen Senran subconsciously glanced at the sky and whispered to himself, "If it's too late, God will not wash away our blood.

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ps:

First update.
Chapter completed!