Apocalyptic Forecast

After the momentary brilliance and brilliance, the dream and life burned out together.

Only dust and ashes fell from the sky.

The world crumbles and crumbles before the eyes, disappearing without a trace.

Everything is going away quickly, waving goodbye.

It was too late to confirm the outcome of that sword, but that kind of thing no longer mattered. Perhaps he once had tens of thousands of uneasiness and panic about everything in this world, but with this sword alone, he would not doubt it.

Because it is over.

Whether it is the other party or yourself.

In a rapidly darkened world, Sasaki's eyes flashed countless floating glimmers.

The tiny essence accumulated in the long life flies away from the eyes, which brings not anxiety and fear, but indescribable fulfillment and gratitude.

It's like, once again returning to the past, everything has become so real under the previous jokes, language, wine glasses, moonlight and flowers.

The phantom of the past emerged from the dust, standing quietly on both sides of the road, and bid him farewell silently.

Those familiar faces are constantly emerging, and their eyes are warm.

Master Douzhen, teacher, Miss Amber, Zatou ... Professor, President, and Mr. Huai Shi ...

At the end of the darkness, Sasaki looked back, bent down gratefully, and extended his last thanks to the people who accompanied, encouraged, and helped himself all the way.

All along, there is labor care.

"thank you all……"

Sasaki Kiyoshi closed his eyes in satisfaction, and went with Meimeng.

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In the silence, Jiu Jing heard the cracking sound.

A fine voice sounded from within his own body, spreading outward ... until the end, along with his sword blade in his hand, shattered into a fly ash.

It's unbelievable that there is such a bright and shining sword light in this world, as if putting people's life on this sword.

Only with the emptiness of the spirit, he outlined the incarnation of the Ming King and lowered the normal thunderbolt.

Then everything is over.

He stiffened in place, lowered his head, and saw the cracks spread rapidly above his hands and shell.

At that moment, his life, will and soul were destroyed by this brilliant sword, ruthlessly and without mercy.

There is no room or possibility for manoeuvre.

ended.

So abrupt.

But the mischievous murderer Rikami Jiujin's mood was extremely calm.

I did n’t feel ridiculous, nor did I think unbelievably why I would die here. Even if the hatred has not been vented, even if the plan has not been completed ...

Just as the wild dog died in the alley, he accepted this reality calmly and calmly.

There are even spare time to think about what kind of **** you will fall into.

But where is **** in this world that will survive for himself?

After a person dies, the source will dissipate, the clear source will rise, wash away the painful memories, and return to the vast sea of ​​silver. The world after death does not exist, there is no hell, no heaven, only nothingness.

Death is ugly, just like yourself.

I should have such an ending.

In the trance brought by this dissipation, he heard the voice from the past.

That was the first time I heard the sword.

"Are you just quiet?"

The unshaven young warrior squatted down and looked at the child in front of him. "When I first met, I was your swordsmanship teacher. Just call me Sasaki."

He smiled diligently, but his teeth were grinning like monkeys, funny and terrible.

"Don't be afraid." He said, "Fencing is actually very interesting!"

"really?"

The child looked up at the grown-up in front of him and doubted the letter: "I heard from my father that swordsmanship is difficult and dangerous."

"Although it's a little bit, it doesn't matter."

The man with a little tunelessness held a wooden knife and waved hard twice, and looked back, as if showing some treasure: "See? It's not difficult at all."

"Kendo is amazing, it will hear you. As long as you make a wish for it and move forward with perseverance, it will definitely be realized!"

The samurai put his hands in his waist and suddenly asked, "Jiu Jingjun, do you have any dreams?

"I do not know."

"Eh? Isn't it a scientist and an astronaut? Really rare ... Then, what do you want to do?"

The child shook his head: "I can't think of it either."

"So, what must be done?"

The teacher leaned over and asked seriously: "There must be something like that? Everyone should think about it."

Jiu Jing froze in place for a long time, and finally found the courage: "I want to protect everyone. Is such a thing a dream?

Father, father, brother, always being bullied by Ryonosuke, crying Asuka, favorite Maki and Mieko, and ... and Miss Amber! "

I have n’t thought about how invincible the world is or how powerful it is to be.

Just want to protect them so that they are no longer afraid.

I want to let the lonely princess no longer worry and smile.

Want to make them happy

"Is such a naive thing a dream?"

In the long silence, the child looked at his future teacher anxiously, instead of mocking and contempt as expected, but saw a serious and serious face.

"It's obviously a ghost, and my dream is the same as mine. For a long time, you guys can't be underestimated."

The samurai suddenly laughed proudly, reached out, rubbed his hair, and told him: "From now on, you are my competitor! Come on!"

"Ok!"

The child nodded vigorously.

Something was shining in his wide eyes.

In this way, in the morning light, holding the teacher's hand, step by step away, disappeared.

Only the lone murderer was left in place, staring at them away, for a long time, smiling bitterly, lowering his eyes.

"Really, stupid ..."

In the silence, I fell back to heaven for a long time without any sound.

Usher in death.

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Outside the mountain, the drinking old ape Komagawa no longer spoke.

It seems to be still reminiscent of the sword light that was so solemn as to be like a **** and Buddha.

For a long time, he looked up and swallowed the wine in the gourd. At last he glanced at the smile left in the corner of the dead person's mouth, sighed and turned away.

Never look back.

Above the clouds, the clothing department still looked down, sniffing the remnants of the scorching smell of thunder in the air, and frowned slowly.

After the news of Ashikaga ’s death leaked, Lu Mingguan could not wait any longer. Otherwise, you won't throw your trump card in such a hurry.

The thunderlight that just fell from the sky was not a natural celestial phenomenon ... On the contrary, such a domineering and indulgent blatant incarnation became thunder and lightning, traversing the current situation, and despite the prohibition, I was afraid that there was only one person.

Among the double walls of the wind and thunder, holding the fourth-order sublimator marked by two miracles-Kanda Cangzhen!

That is the two miraculous miracles engraved on the hand, including the celestial drum and the wailing mallet. It is claimed that one person is enough to destroy an entire border, and the famous `` Raytheon '' is also created in hell!

Through the mystery, he turned his entire body into a thunderous thunder, broke through his free membrane, and broke into the home, I am afraid that he has already begun to kill and kill the mouth, and divide for the next step. Have you created a criminal evidence?

After the superficial effort is useless, he tears off the sounding mask and ca n’t wait to devour the body ...

That group of decaying old things has indeed become an obstacle to the emperor's great cause.

Just in thought, a firefly flew through the air and fell into his hands.

That is the command from the ‘seat’.

But when the fine fluorescent light unfolded, the command inside did not let himself act in secret, but let himself continue to stand by.

It is difficult to understand this truth.

But he had to obey.

Then, when he lowered his eyes again, he realized that the thunder that had been tyrannical and mad and had fallen from the sky had disappeared.

quietly.

It doesn't seem to exist at all.

I can't even feel any breath that belongs to Kanda Cang ...

Hattori froze in place.

What happened?

At his feet, the colorful he diffused into a strange halo, like a greasy smile, and swallowed all the intruders silently.

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It's just a moment of trance.

When Kanda Cang really came back to God, he had penetrated his free membrane and penetrated into the magical realm.

But in front of him there was only darkness, no sky above, no earth below, endless in all directions ... Only the dark liquid underneath my feet was creeping viscously, converging into an endless sea.

Where is this?

In the dissipated thunder light, the traces of Tiandong Taigu and the wailing mallet emerged, and finally the remnants of thunder and lightning interweave Kanda's true look, looking around.

Even with magnetic field vision, it is difficult to see the true content in the dark.

Seems to break into a world that has long been destroyed.

Except for the foul ocean underfoot, there is nothing at all, and there is no upgrade.

wrong--

This is no longer even present!

It's not the effect of the miraculous imprint of the eight rooms! Regardless of whether it is Wang Dao's happy land or his freedom, he has experienced it in such a field, and even had the experience of being the master of Li Jianshi.

Such a barren and weird scene is not created by Eight Virtues or Eight Evils!

The mallet of sorrow fell and Tiantai Taigu shook violently, setting off a mighty echo.

Terror waves comparable to missile bombardment spread along with the scorching thunder, with no signs of lashing in this world of dead and nothingness.

But here, there is nothing to destroy him.

Only the thick dark ocean underneath my feet was wriggling, torn to a gap, and numerous fine teeth floating in the ocean appeared, and then they closed slowly.

Water impermanence.

Kanda was stunned for a moment, and then the drum was struck again, and the thunder came out and swept, sweeping enough to destroy a whole building of firepower venting in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person turned into the pillar of thunder again, and flew up in this endless dark world at the terrible speed approaching the speed of light.

But no matter how long he flew, he could not see its edge.

Instead, the silent dark ocean at the bottom of the feet began to creep gradually, as if slowly recovering ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ ripples rippling.

The air is getting muggy.

Until the first air bubble slowly rose from the dark ocean, Kanda Cang was really surprised.

It's like ... being locked in a pressure cooker!

Now the ocean is boiling.

"Oh, did you finally notice ..."

An old face emerged from the cracked sky dome, and the huge like the sky itself, lips opened and closed, and a playful voice was made: "How does it taste in the urn, this uninvited lord?"

In front of Guo Shoukui, in the bamboo basket above the charcoal fire, a thin ray of thunder light kept jumping like a snake.

It is difficult to break free from the cage.

Here, it is already under the sword of the kitchen devil!