Chapter 484 Kun, What Kind of Unit Is This? (Ten Thousand)

"Zhou Yang, ask this old guy, how many years is one Kun year?"

Just when Partridge passed by Ron and was wondering whether to kill Ron, Ron's voice sounded just right and floated into Partridge's ears. When he first heard this sentence, Partridge couldn't even react. He was stunned for a moment and his face was dull. After several seconds, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

He could tell that what came out of Ron's mouth was... mysterious words.

Buzz.

Ron's voice was not loud, but Partridge could clearly feel that the voice was buzzing in his mind for a long time.

A big question completely occupied Partridge's mind at this moment, Ron, where did this guy learn the mysterious language?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The Secret Language was passed down to him by Archibald. How could Ron master it?

Could it be that this damn bastard was the successor chosen by Archibald later?

hateful.

In an instant, Partridge's face became extremely fierce, and his wrinkled face was twisted together. He felt a strong, betrayal-like feeling. That damn bastard Archibald had obviously... If you can pass on the secret language by yourself, why should you look for other successors?

Why?

What makes Partridge even more difficult to accept is that this damn bastard masters the mysterious language even better than himself. There is no lag at all when he speaks a sentence, and it is natural and smooth.

Could it be that this guy Archibald has been keeping Ron by his side to teach him personally? Otherwise, why would you master it so well?

Also, Zhou Yang...

Isn't this the name of the last Twilight King?

He only knew this name through communicating with the remnant soul of the last Twilight King. Where did that bastard Archibald know it?

For a time, jealousy, doubt, anger, murderous intent, and all kinds of thoughts continued to breed in Partridge's mind, making the sage's mind full of chaos. Partridge could clearly feel that originally, The arm held in his arms suddenly stiffened after hearing these words.

gradually.

Killing intent took over.

Unprecedented regrets filled Partridge's mind. If he had known that such a change would happen, he should have gotten rid of this little bastard before.

Faced with Partridge's murderous intentions, Ron didn't take it seriously.

He just took a step back leisurely, took out the body of the holy relic Alecius with his left hand, and took out the Eye of the Dragon God with his right hand. There was still a hint of ridicule on his face, and he looked at Patri quietly. Odd, even the arm in Partridge's arms.

That kind of provocative look made Partridge unable to bear it anymore. He suddenly roared: "Boy, you are looking for death."

Amidst the loud shouts, his right hand suddenly reached out towards Ron.

"Cutting."

puff!

The cutting edge almost burst out, turning into the shape of a crescent moon, and spurted out towards Ron.

At this moment, the distance between the two was already close, and the cutting speed was extremely fast.

Almost instantly, the cutting edge reached Ron's chest, seeming to want to cut Ron off directly from his chest.

However, at this moment, Ron's right hand had been placed across his chest at some point, as if he had already known that there would be such an attack... Are you kidding me? Ron didn't know exactly what kind of power it was, but At least he saw the scene where the cutter easily cut off the chains. Just that scene let Ron know how exaggerated the destructive power of the cutter was. He was not so arrogant as to think that his body was stronger than the shackles of destiny.

Even if the dragon scales are attached to the whole body, there is no other possibility other than cutting it in half.

Just like this, before Partridge took action, Ron had already prepared for the battle in advance. On his right hand, a ball of chaotic energy was ready to go.

As Ron's lips moved, the energy in his palms was completely released:

"Space is still."

The next moment, an extremely strange scene appeared in front of Ron's eyes. He was trying to cut himself into two pieces at a very fast speed, but suddenly paused in mid-air for a moment... Yes, it was only a short moment, and he was cut immediately. It has returned to normal.

However, this short moment was enough for Ron. His foot slipped and he ducked to the side.

laugh.

At this moment, Ron felt as if a sharp blade had passed by him.

Only a pop was heard, and the entire underground palace regained its tranquility.

I don't know how long it took, maybe only a few seconds. The ticking sound broke the tranquility in the underground palace. Drops of blood fell slowly along the side of Ron's chest and landed on the ground. , pieces of fine blood splashed up.

On half of his chest, a scarlet mark gradually seeped out, dyeing the white robe on his body red.

The robe was torn open from the middle, revealing a row of dragon scales that were neatly cut from the middle... Although Ron had just used Time Stop and avoided it at an extremely delicate moment, it was just the strength brought out by the cutting. , still tore a long wound on Ron's chest.

If he had just resisted the cutting move, Ron could almost imagine that his body would be neatly divided into upper and lower parts starting from the chest.

It was even said that Ron really had the illusion that he was going to be cut open just now.

This old guy's strength is really extraordinary.

At his current level, even with the support of various BUFFs, his power is still too weak in the face of beings in the demigod realm.

Ron couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart. If he could really step into the realm of destruction, would he be able to close the distance between himself and Partridge?

Moreover, this time there was no prompt sound from the system, no system tasks, and no rewards... I don’t know whether it was because all the system rewards and tasks had been distributed, or because Partridge’s action just now was too fast and the system had no time to react.

Speaking of which, it seems like it has been a long time since Elsa's face became more expressive and more alive.

I have to say, it has to be Ron.

What is the situation now?

In a situation where one accident could lead to death, Ron was still thinking wildly, and his heart was really unusual.

boom.

Ron's heart beat violently.

The blood beads still adhering to the body quickly flowed back. The small wound in the chest was completely healed in a short time, and even the severed dragon scales became golden again.

If it weren't for the clear crack on his robe, Partridge would have even doubted whether his attack just missed the target at all.

The cut blade sank into the stone wall behind Ron. On the originally smooth stone wall, there was an arc-shaped crack that was bottomless.

There is no doubt about the destructive power of cutting, but Partridge's expression becomes more and more gloomy. Ever since he entered that realm and mastered the ability of cutting, in the past thousand years, he has used cutting no more times. Eighty is also a hundred.

In this long time, it was the first time that the judge failed to kill the target directly.

This kid is really weird.

Partridge felt solemn in his heart, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the scene just now, although Ron had some weird methods, the gap between him and himself was still huge.

The gap between big realms cannot be bridged by some weird little tricks.

In this case, let this person stay completely, otherwise it will become a big problem in the future.

Partridge had already made a decision in his heart. At that moment, Partridge no longer hesitated. He suddenly raised his right hand and pointed his palm directly towards the sky. The next moment, a dense black ball of light was in the palm of Partridge's hand. quickly condenses.

"stop."

At this moment, a roar like thunder suddenly rang out in mid-air.

The familiar voice was Zhou Yang.

Although the left arm of the last Twilight King was still held in Partridge's arms, Zhou Yang's remnant soul had already risen into the air, floating in the air, and re-condensed into the shape of a huge skull.

Only this time, although the skull is still large, it seems to be slightly smaller than before, but more solid.

Faintly, one could even see Zhou Yang's original appearance. In the haze, one could even see the expression on Zhou Yang's face, which was one of shock and confusion.

Partridge cursed secretly in his heart, but finally stopped what he was doing. His cloudy eyes narrowed into slits, and from time to time a cold light flashed through his eyes.

Ask this old guy, how many years is one Kun year... Just because of this sentence, the situation at the scene suddenly became very strange. Zhou Yang looked between Partridge and Ron, who was it? I don't know what Zhou Yang is thinking about.

But it was obvious that when Zhou Yang looked at Ron, his eyes were full of shock.

When he looked at Partridge, he couldn't help but feel a little more suspicious.

"Brother...what is going on?" I don't know how much time passed, but Zhou Yang's dull and thunderous roar finally broke the silence at the scene.

As soon as these words came out, Partridge's heart twitched slightly again. He could feel that Zhou Yang was not talking to him. He could feel that in the heart of the last Twilight King, a certain scale was gradually moving towards Luo Luo. En tilt.

This damn bastard, does he want to snatch even the remaining limbs of the last Twilight King from his hands?

Damn, damn, damn...

Anger and jealousy distorted Partridge's face.

Damn it, how many years is a Kun year? How do I know?

When did one year become one year, two years become two years, and when did an extra Kun year appear?

What kind of bullshit unit is this?

Ignorance made Partridge feel particularly irritable. He could vaguely feel that things were developing in a direction that was beyond his control, and that feeling was very bad.

Compared with Partridge's irritability, Ron became more and more relaxed. When he heard Zhou Yang's voice, Ron just smiled: "Brother Zhou Yang, you have already guessed it in your heart, so why bother asking me?"

"If you still feel uneasy, you might as well ask this Partridge... ah no, it's Mr. Wang Qi. Don't you know the answers to a few questions?"

When Partridge heard this, his heart suddenly twitched, and his bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

On the other hand, the skull that turned into gray mist in mid-air nodded slightly, seeming to feel quite good about Ron's proposal. Soon the skull's gaze shifted and fell on Partridge: "Wang Odd, let me ask you, how many years is a Kun year?”

Damn it, why is this problem happening again?

Now that Partridge heard the word Kun, he felt inexplicably irritable.

His mind was spinning desperately, and he regretted even more in his heart. He really shouldn't have erased the remaining consciousness of the last Twilight King's right arm too early... But what can he do? The remaining soul has already sensed that something is wrong. The relationship with him has become increasingly tense, and he has even begun to doubt his identity.

If the remnant soul could not be eliminated, once the two sides completely broke up, he was not absolutely sure that he would be able to suppress the remnant soul and his right arm.

As a result, the information obtained from the remnant soul was so limited that now I have no idea what kind of unit Kun is.

However, the word Kun sounds very majestic and powerful. If Kun is used as the order of magnitude, then this number should be quite huge.

After thinking about it randomly in his mind, Partridge also knew that he could not delay for too long, so he opened his mouth: "Ten... ten thousand years..."

After giving this answer, Partridge couldn't help but start beating the drum in his heart. He didn't know whether the answer was correct or not. He quietly peered into the air. The head evolved from the last Twilight King had no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell. Joy is anger.

But, since I didn’t break up, was my answer correct?

"What unit is Yidong?"

Partridge wanted to curse more and more. How could there be such a weird problem in this world?

Can the words "一" and "东" go together like this?

"Angle...unit of angle?"

There was no way, Partridge could only give the closest and most likely answer based on his guess.

It can be seen that Zhou Yang does not seem to want to doubt Partridge. He keeps giving out secret codes for time travelers one after another. As long as Partridge can face any of them, Zhou Yang is willing to admit that fellow Traveler Partridge is identity.

"What unit is Yishuang?"

"What unit is the first sign?"

"What's the next sentence for Palace Jade Liquid Wine?"

"What's the next sentence when it changes from odd to even?"

"What comes after the three-year college entrance examination..."

Zhou Yang was desperately looking for opportunities for Partridge, but gradually Zhou Yang became disappointed.

Partridge's body was trembling as if he was being electrocuted. He just opened his mouth feebly, but could not make any sound at all. He was unable to give even one answer to so many questions.

His complexion had turned pale, and traces of sweat could even be seen on his forehead.

Finally, after hearing the last question, Partridge's endurance seemed to have finally reached its limit. He couldn't bear it anymore and screamed like a madman, pointing a finger at Ron, The tips of his fingers were trembling: "These are all bullshit questions. I don't believe he can answer them."

Yes, this is Partridge's last hope.

In Partridge's mind, Ron only heard some information about the last Twilight King from the blasphemer Archibald, and had a little understanding of the Twilight King, but definitely not too much.

Even Ron would never be able to answer all the questions raised by the last Twilight King. By then, Ron and himself would eventually be back on the same starting line!

Chapter 2 presented