Apocalyptic Forecast

In a trance, I smelled the smell of the floor and the smell of sweat.

The mouth was full of rust, and the stinging blood filled the lungs, which was breathless.

"Did this fall?"

The old voice was unpleasantly angry, and the angry wooden knife fell down, hitting his face mercilessly: "Too shameful, Sasaki! Get me up!"

He tried hard to raise his hands and support his body, but soon fell to the ground.

The eyes were dark.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." He hugged his head and begged for mercy: "Please give me a rest ... just a while, just a while."

"Then quit, get out of here."

A ruthless kick kicked on his body, the floor seemed to roll over, patted on him, the world was spinning and turbulent.

The old face with no expression was gradually blurred.

The old man was looking down, looking down on himself without any mercy.

"Listen to me, Sasaki. Since the opening of the dojo, among the students I have seen ... talent, qualifications and abilities, you are the worst."

"This is not an incentive, but a fact."

The old man looked down on his face ruthlessly and told him word by word: "You are decayed wood, you have to learn to give up, understand?"

In the silence, there was only an embarrassed gasp and a sound of struggling.

The young man with swollen nose and blue face struggled to support his body, raised his hand, and pulled the old man's trouser legs.

"Teacher, please teach me ..."

He crawled on the ground, seated in deformed soil, and humbled his begging: "Please teach me ... I ... have the righteousness to be repaid, and the things that have to be done."

Even if you have lost your mind, you can still struggle in vain: "Please raise your hand, please ..."

In the long silence, the old man looked down at the humble young man indifferently. For a long time, he slowly lifted his feet, shook off the hand that pulled his trouser legs, and kicked him away cruelly.

"Since you can't give up swordsmanship, learn to give up your life, idiot."

The wooden knife fell and pierced the floor in front of him. The old man ordered the last time: "Get up, immediately!"

The old voice mixed with an angry growl and exploded in his ear.

"When are you going to sleep, **** things !!!"

The eyes were dark.

Sasaki awakened from the dream, only to feel a sudden pain in his face, as if he was struggling with a punch, and finally woke up from the painful dream created by a lot of tranquilizers, and opened his eyes.

Then, I saw the zhatou in front of me.

Froze in place.

The blood-stained blind swordsman had broken into the prison cage, stood in front of his bed, raised his hand, and helped him break the shackles and those infusion tubes.

What is even more surprising is the appearance of Zatou City today.

"What's wrong with you?"

Under the broken Yingzhou robe is a camouflage suit, body armor, gray helmet, dark military boots, full of clips, a pistol tied to the leg, a grenade hanging around the waist, and two hands held high Of the two MP5s.

And three samurai swords behind you ...

Simply, fully armed!

But it is completely different from what the zhato city was supposed to be.

"Where did you get the equipment for this SWAT team?" Sasaki stunned.

"Don't young people always say this lately ... Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned and smiled cheerfully: "Sure enough, the gun is still easy to use ... I didn't expect it. I am now a special instructor for the Land Self-Defense Force. ! "

"What stuff?"

"Part-time job, the life of the blind in this world is not easy, don't you try your best to give a massage to others ... hurry and walk around."

Zhatou put down a gun and stretched his hand to pull him from the bed. "I broke in, but I don't know what's going on ... It's not easy for a blind man to dive in, just don't want Is it hard to **** you to kill me? "

Sasaki fell to the ground, only to hear a bang, the bracket on his leg collided with the ground, his expression twitched instantly.

Severe pain.

"You broke your leg?"

Zitou ’s ears twitched slightly, frowning, listening to the footsteps rushing outside the door, and his expression suddenly became irritable. He could only hold Sasaki ’s arm against his shoulder. He felt helpless: "We are blind, one Lame, if you do n’t do it in the future, we can still join together to sell arts. You can show me the way, how good is my massage, why are you doing it? "

"Thanks."

Sasaki smiled bitterly and took a knife from his back to use as a cane, limping and rushing out of the seat market.

The more outward, the more tragic the scene you see.

In the magnificent Liuli Palace like the Kingdom of Heaven, there are constantly distorted monsters running, eating flesh and blood, and living hell.

The boiling eight evils filled every inch of air, pulling everyone a little bit towards solidification and transformation into hell.

When the reversal turned into a disaster, his free horror magical nature lingered in everyone's mind.

Like a sharp blade, it hangs over the head of every person who sees a family. But when a bit of evil thought rises in the heart, it will be quickly amplified and distorted, ushering in distortion and transformation ...

This is a curse against the bloodline.

"Sasaki, I know you, Sasaki, save me ... save me ..."

The wriggling man came out of the original empty shell with difficulty, raised his twisted palm on the ground, and hissed sharply: "I am restless, have you forgotten? We drank a few years ago ... ... Save me, I spoke to you ... "

The indifferent gunshots responded to him.

Zatoichi listened to his position, aimed at his face, pulled the trigger, and after indifferently hitting a bullet, took off the thermite and sprinkled it on the rapidly decaying body and set it on fire.

The fire rose.

And Sasaki stayed still.

Staring blankly at everything in front of her ...

"Give up, Sasaki, seeing the house is not saved."

Sasaki was silent, not speaking, as if he had lost his soul.

"No time wasted, go!"

Zitou was furious, and took his hand to pull him away, but instantly, stiffened in place ... the look of anger freezes, gradually, losing blood.

It was pale.

Feel the crisis, feel the breath of terror ...

In the sudden loud noise, the cold current sprayed out from the gap in the wall, and immediately took all the temperature. A thick icicle protruded from the wall, slanting thorns into the sky, and then, the cold light flashed, the icicle fell apart, falling down towards the ground.

Even with the figure above.

A high roar came from the frost wind.

Like a giant elephant hissing.

Father Frost moved forward in roar, the golden saber fell down, pressing step by step, outrageously suppressing the slender figure in the snowstorm, mercilessly.

Can't be merciful.

Because the blood is dancing-the sky's evil thoughts are stirred up, surrounding the red blade, and cutting forward!

It is still the ugly shape of Tangzhu!

Is that really swordplay? Is that really a sword? Or is it just to take a stick and just make it up?

But when the blade of resentment was lifted, the fierce fire of evil thoughts attached and burned vigorously.

When the sword blade fell, it burst into a terrible roar and set off a stormy sea wave in the snowstorm.

The wind and snow rolled up, and Father Frost's saber suddenly shocked, and a gap appeared again. Soon, the growing frost had covered the gap.

But immediately, the chopping of the blade of resentment has been chopped down again!

There is no breathing time.

The shelling of 1812 has just begun!

The fire of the hands of the forbidden is burning vigorously.

Amidst the fierce flames, the beautiful face looks like a wicked ghost at this moment!

The foundry furnace is pumping evil thoughts in the air, transforming the power full of **** into its source, bursting with the hack!

Regardless of the possibility of being eroded, there is no need for cheating and transformation of kitchen magic skills, and now the divinity of Xihe glows weakly, covering him.

From the moment when he advanced to become the leader of the large group, the sprouting ray of the young master's life had already swallowed up all this worthless pollution.

In this magical realm, he is home!

The darkness of the Bone Sanctuary unfolded violently, and the godly carols walked again. The iron crow spread its iron wings and broke through the blizzard, and its sharp minions attacked the burly Father Frost.

Like a burning meteor, howling.

When attached to the source armament of Huai Shi, the flaming crow has been turned into a complete border relic, and each dive and fly is equivalent to the attack by Huai Shi.

The slender and thin figure will magically suppress Father Frost under his hands!

The blizzard suddenly roared, and the spreading cold flow shrank quickly. After Frost Father turned into a huge carriage, under the pull of the frozen horse, it drove forward, and finally dispersed the crows of uncertainty!

Vladimir took a step back, raised his hand, and pulled out the frozen ice edge behind him. The sharp ice edge quickly extended in his hand and became a heavy axe.

Holding the saber in one hand, and dragging the exaggerated axe in the other hand, it set off a new storm again.

"What the **** is that ..."

In the corner, the blind Zaoto city raised its cloudy eyes and felt the change in the air dullly.

Suddenly, an unreasonable storm suddenly fell from the sky, covering everything. The turbulent source forms a vortex. When two huge wind eyes collide with each other, a turbulent turbulent flow is created.

However, in the mind-eye observation, the void ‘wind eye’ is not empty.

Although he couldn't get a glimpse of the outline of the body, he was still able to sense the terrifying essence.

One is covered with frost from the wild, like it is to completely freeze everything, and the madness of the source spreads, forming an overwhelming storm.

And the other seems to be the distortion of the realm itself!

Just like the incarnation of his free fall ...

Heavenly Demon descended on her own courtyard and palace, speaking magic, boiling evil thoughts, tamed by her to be urged and devoured ... She has become the master here.

Anti-guest-oriented!

Compared with the endless sea of ​​despair in the hometown of dusk, now he is at ease, it is simply a play! The magical realm created by Bafang has become a toy in her hands!

Zatou City was stiff in the corner.

Hold the hilt subconsciously.

When you accidentally break into the scene where the fierce beasts compete for the site, you will feel fear.

But now, when two atmospheres like a tyrannical and natural disaster came down from the sky and arbitrarily descended on their heads, Zatou City could only feel ... the unspeakable trembling.

When facing the tenth-level storm, is fear useful? Will it be effective to show it to you? Can you avoid being ravaged if you kneel and beg for mercy?

It is not a threat that can be avoided by showing goodwill and retreat.

Whatever bystanders do is useless.

He only hopes to be lucky enough to take care of himself, not to involve himself and the idiot next to it ...

It wasn't until the violent roar went away with the storm, leaving only a mess in the courtyard, and after confirming that the two had gone away, Zhatou slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out and tried to drag Sasaki to continue walking, but Sasaki stood still.

In the distance, soft footsteps sounded.

Outside the open palace gate, the young samurai came slowly, holding the blood-stained blade, and cut off the head of a blood relative ruthlessly.

When he looked up, he saw a messy courtyard, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and two people standing in it.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly.

"Mr. Sasaki and his friends, have they ran out? That's good, seems to be free."

As if from the heart I was delighted by the escape of the two, I saw Kyuzu's solemn instruction: "This is no longer a safe place. The two have nothing to do with this place. Please leave as soon as possible."

In this way, the blood-stained face resembling a fox smiled, nodding politely, and turned to leave.

Then, I heard the deep voice of drawing a knife behind me.

It is Sasaki.

"Sorry, Zatou, I really can't let it go."

The lame man held his weapon, staggering and striding forward, staring at Jiu Jing's face, and whispered softly: "There are always some grudges that need to be broken ..."