Chapter 12
In this way, his identity was exposed.
Fang Qingyan did not want to leave his peaceful and tranquil life.
Swish——
He grabbed several servants from a distance, and then his eyes glowed purple, and an invisible and mysterious spiritual power enveloped them.
The eyes of several people immediately became dull and blank.
Fang Qingyan modified their memories. When they woke up, they would only remember that a mysterious man fell from the sky and killed all the enemies.
But they would not know that it was Fang Qingyan.
After leaving a few people behind, Fang Qingyan's body floated in the air, and then flew away at a very fast speed.
Although the problem was temporarily solved, it was a temporary solution.
The personal guards of Earl Marston were destroyed, and they would be furious after receiving the news and come to the door again.
In the end, it was endless trouble.
So Fang Qingyan planned to go straight to Huanglong and kill this guy once and for all.
The best way to solve trouble is to solve the trouble maker!
...
This is not reckless of him.
On the contrary, Marquis Bruch went to Draenor and took most of the family's elites with him. This was the best time to deal with Marston.
And he was not going to the Bruch clan headquarters, but to the Count Marston Castle!
"System, I want to sign in today."
While flying, Fang Qingyan called out the system.
"Ding! Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host for obtaining the seven-star magic weapon: Death Scythe!"
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Chapter 15
Seven-star magic weapon, Death Scythe?
Fang Qingyan was stunned.
Then the space in front of him trembled, and a deep and mysterious breath like the abyss appeared.
There was a huge sickle-shaped weapon in front of him!
Looking at its style, it was very similar to the sickle used by the god of death to harvest souls in the movies and animations I had seen in my previous life.
The handle of the Death Scythe is more than two meters long. It is pitch black, dark and dull, with a faint blood-red mysterious rune outline.
The sickle is as big as a guillotine, with a graceful bend.
The sharp edge is exposed, and the cold light is fierce!
"This is the first time I sign in to get a magic weapon. Whatever you want, you get it."
Fang Qingyan's eyes surged with a strange color, and then he reached out and grasped the handle of the Death Scythe without thinking.
It was heavy in the hand and cold in texture.
But Fang Qingyan felt that it seemed to have life. He could clearly feel the rhythm of this murderous weapon, like a killer who could breathe.
He stretched out his thumb and gently wiped it on the blade.
The skin was immediately cut open, and blood oozed out.
"Good weapon!"
Fang Qingyan couldn't help but praise it, and the wound on his thumb healed automatically.
It can easily cut the flesh of the Earl-level vampires, which is shocking.
His current physical strength is comparable to diamond, so you can imagine how sharp the Death Scythe is!
Fang Qingyan once read a book in the study of Castan Castle.
It talks about the knowledge of magic weapons.
The most suitable weapon for blood race in the world is the magic weapon.
The casting of magic weapons uses the body parts of blood race as raw materials, such as fangs, claws, bones, flesh, hair...
The grades of magic weapons are divided into nine levels, from the lowest level of one-star magic weapons to the top nine-star magic weapons.
The body materials of traditional blood race can only cast magic weapons below three stars.
And it is rumored that the top nine-star magic weapons are forged by princes...
The raw materials of the Death Scythe that Fang Qingyan got are at least Marquis!
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"Not only has he broken through the Earl realm, but he also has such a sharp weapon..."
Fang Qingyan narrowed his eyes and showed a bloodthirsty grin, "Marston, if you can live to see tomorrow's sun, I will write my name upside down!"
Swoosh——
The mental power is fully urged.
The flying speed instantly broke the sound barrier!
At an extremely fast speed, it broke through the air.
Two quarters of an hour later.
The huge and luxurious Earl Marston Castle, which was like a palace, came into view.
…
"Stop!"
A shocking roar sounded.
A powerful man with a terrifying aura jumped out of the castle, raised his head and shouted at Fang Qingyan: "This is the residence of His Highness Marston. If you trespass without permission, you will be punished by death!"
Chi--
A huge sickle shadow flashed by, making a clean cutting sound.
Then the huge head flew up, and the headless corpse fell to the ground with blood.
… In response to him, it was Fang Qingyan's knife!
A mere viscount was not a match for him.
Boom! ! !
A brutal palm blasted open the huge iron door of the castle.
Fang Qingyan dragged the sickle of death and rushed into it with a step. With a "chi chi" sound, more than a dozen guards were cut in half in an instant, and he began to kill people everywhere!
Castan Castle was almost wiped out.
Fang Qingyan planned to let Marston experience the pain of being wiped out!
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"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Someone is invading, go and inform His Highness Marston!"
"It's over, the deputy commander was hacked to death, this man is too powerful, let's run!"
…
Marston Castle was in chaos.
The guards fled in all directions.
However, in front of a murderous earl, running away is obviously a luxury.
Chichichichichichichichichichichi——
Fang Qingyan was like a god of death. He kept rushing forward, waving the sickle of death with both hands, killing ten people in one step, domineering and extremely strong!
The knife fell, the knife fell, killing indiscriminately!
A hundred steps later.
As far as the eye could see, no one could stand.
Behind Fang Qingyan, corpses piled up like a mountain, blood flowed like a river, like hell.
He did not look back.
He pushed open the door of the inner castle expressionlessly, stepped on the white velvet floor, held the sickle handle in his right hand, and dragged the sickle on the ground.
A bloody footprint with every step.
At the end of the hall, a noble in gorgeous clothes sat on a high place, unmoved by honor or disgrace, with a handsome face and an elegant sitting posture.
Feeling that he was locked in Fang Qingyan's eyes, Marston grinned, revealing two fierce fangs.
He looked down on me with an arrogant tone: "There are many earls in Lamia, and everyone knows me, but few can catch my eye... You are one of them, because you are very brave!"
Although all the guards in the castle were killed.
But Marston did not show any panic, anger, violence or other emotions.
As a noble, you must have this kind of arrogance of "only I am noble, and everything else is lowly".
When you are in danger, you should not panic, and when the enemy comes to you, you should talk and laugh for a while, and then kill him with the most powerful means, which makes you look very noble.
Swish——
With a horizontal slash, the throne was split into two.
Fang Qingyan, who was still a hundred meters away, came to him at some point.
The speed has exceeded the dynamic speed limit that the eyes can capture.
But this slash was in the air, and the sickle of death did not give you the refreshing feeling of the sharp blade cutting through human tissue.
"You don't have the grace of a noble at all, you are very barbaric and rude."
The voice came from behind.
Lord Marston stood with his hands behind his back, about ten meters away from Fang Qingyan.
He looked gloomy and angry because Fang Qingyan attacked him before he could finish his words.
"You are so pretentious."
Fang Qingyan looked calm, "I really want to know, will you royal nobles kneel down and beg for mercy?"
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Chapter 16
Will the royal nobles kneel down and beg for mercy?
