Apocalyptic Forecast

The flame rises.

Under the battle between the sword blade and the ghost golden rod, the beautiful face was covered inch by inch, engulfing the figure of the woman, she was burning...

But it seemed so comfortable again.

As if it should have been.

It's just... after tearing the disguise, liberating nature.

To burn away the beauty and coquettishness, what is left is this ferocious and hideous one that walks calmly toward extinction.

At that moment, a long-lost anxiety emerged in Guo Ying's heart.

Feel the huge power surging under the ghost golden rod...

"Ah, shameless!"

The blond mobsters in the distance were furious, waving their chains and roaring, filled with righteous indignation: "It's too much to pour gasoline on such a beautiful woman!"

"Wake up, Barney, no one would dare to pour gasoline on that kind of thing."

Shixueye's worried ghost's expression was stiff, only sweat slipped from his forehead, almost blurring the heavy metal singer-like makeup. It is hard to believe the scene in front of me, and it is hard to believe my guess.

"That's... the fire broke out."

That's right, literally-fire! force! all! open!

The darkness in the flames rose and rioted.

Loud roar.

The blade was lifted up inch by inch, and the heavy ghost gold rod was pushed back!

The huge power that broke out in a flash made it difficult for the stone slab at the feet of the ghost monk to withstand the exaggerated wrestling force, shattering, and the huge body slipped backward.

The blade of burning resentment chased, forward, chop!

From the ghost monk's distorted face, a bone-thinning gap was cut out, almost scratching one of his eyes.

Guo Ying cried out, waving the ghost golden rod indiscriminately, staggering back.

But Huai Shi didn't pursue it any more, just standing in place, opening her mouth, and from her mouth and nose a fiery flame of primordial nature vented.

"I've seen this, it's Godzilla!"

Barney hadn't reacted yet, and excitedly pulled his eldest brother's sleeve, "Big brother, look, Godzilla! The nuclear monster... is there a motherhood!"

"Mom!"

Shixueyeyougui felt that he was going crazy, and envied his brother's thick lines from the heart.

Can't see it yet, Barney!

From now on, that monster-like woman has not even tried her best!

She is just playing with her prey...

In the same place, Huai Shi stared at the enemy not far away and couldn't help but sigh, fearing after a while.

so close!

Just now, he almost subconsciously used Yubu to chase the drummer...

Isn't that just showing up?

The overrun state acts on the inside, and there is no clue on the outside, but it can be used quietly. But whether it's the drummer's Tian Beng or Yu Bu's shrinking ground, they are almost all the same skills.

Not to mention that the world only owns Dragon Xiang chords.

Once you use other iconic weapons and tricks of your own, I am afraid it will be exposed.

Since the return from hell, the news of the transformation of the crow has been blocked in the teaching and research room and is not known to outsiders. After all, it is the legacy of the Japanese-makers who keep it secret.

But if he dares to take out Beelzebub and fire a shot, the local Astronomical Society of Yingzhou will probably come to invite him to visit the deep mountain hot springs for ten days in two hours.

Fortunately, if it's just a method of playing, outsiders who don't understand it can't tell at all.

But the problem is...I am not good at this kind of Yingzhou knife usage.

He lowered his head and examined the resentment whispering in his hands.

Sorry to shake his head.

It's not that I don't know everything, but instinctively knows how to use knives and weapons of this length. Use the most general mechanics to control.

Otherwise, none of them.

What kind of sword Zen, what kind of remnant heart, what kind of feet, qi, and reversal...not to mention the specialization, profound meaning and stunts of this flow.

In this way of use, there is no difference between replacing the weapon in the hand with an iron rod, a sword of virtue and an axe.

What a pity.

He casually waved the blade in his hand, step by step, approaching his opponent.

If it doesn't, it doesn't matter, just use it as something else.

collapse!

A loud bang suddenly erupted from the air. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

The ghost gold rod swept away under Huai Shi's sway, and was knocked down, shaking violently, as if to fly out of Guo Ying's hand.

Buzzing.

It seems that what Huai Shi cleaved was not a sword at all, but a hammer that was so heavy and terrifying!

incredible.

Just waving at will, it set off a hurricane, and the whisper of the sword blade broke through the air as if a huge weight was waving at will. But after that, he became light and sensitive again, quietly, like a dagger, not feeling the slightest wind.

Long-lost source quality application.

In the past, the quality of the Axe of Wrath could be applied to the dagger, but now it is not surprising that the weight of the Hammer of Pain is placed on the blade of resentment.

It's just a simple on-the-spot application in the face of this heavy blunt weapon.

In the instant of silence, the sword blade in the fire slashed and chopped randomly, and the sound of breaking through the air overlapped in one place, as if it had become a sonorous rhythm.

Vigorous and powerful four or four beats.

This is a weird illusion that only the person involved can experience, and it is also an experience that Guo Ying has never had in his life.

If this burly ghost monk had walked into the concert hall and the performance scene even once, he would understand that it was just a prelude to the arrival of the grand symphony, announcing the arrival of a storm.

Huai poetry, cut song.

The performance is about to begin.

At that moment, the corner of Guo Ying's eyes suddenly twitched, as if a cold wind was coming on her face. For no reason, and so incomprehensible, he heard the roar of hallucinations... Qiqi novels were published on the whole network.

This is a harbinger of intuition.

"Have you heard?"

In the ear, a hoarse and low voice suddenly came: "That is a loud noise announcing the arrival of dawn."

As the blade lifted, the burning figure stepped forward, not knowing when, was already close at hand. Obviously compared to the burly giant monk so thin and slender, but it is as if from a condescending view.

Maybe she said something else, but Guo Ying, who was shocked, was completely unclear.

Only the last two words were heard.

She said, "Stand well."

At that moment, there was a loud noise.

The mighty roar suddenly swept through and spread from her hands.

Because the burning blade has been raised, under the grip of both hands, it aimed at his face and cut it down!

In a nutshell, it's just the "Tang Bamboo" type that is so common in Kendo.

Raising the weapon, aiming at the enemy, using enough strength, slashed from top to bottom, but now, when she held the hilt of resentment tightly, even the rising flames began to dance hastily.

Before this magnificent melody was about to play, the panic retreated.

The unprecedented bitter cold instantly enveloped Guo Ying's soul, causing him to hold up the ghost gold rod with his hands without thinking, and block him in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes went dark.

It seemed to be hit head-on by a truck.

Shocked by the huge power that erupted in an instant, it was unbelievable that there was such a terrifying full blow in that small figure.

The ghost golden rod screamed and trembled.

But this terrible blow was finally blocked by him! As a monk of Mount Hiei, the evil spirit who has fallen into the path of impure has already carved into the instinct for the method of struggle.

No need to think, the next step is to seize this brief gap and counterattack.

Grabbing her head with hands, feet, fists, trampling, and five fingers, then crushed it violently. Then use the ghost gold stick to smash it into flesh.

This should be the case.

As it should be.

But now... what happened before him was completely different from what he had imagined!

Because just after that violent blow was over, what was waiting for him was not the precious breathing time, but another terrorist crisis.

It's like a repetition.

The blade that had been slashed was lifted up again, and under the grip of both hands, holding this mighty force, with all his strength, he slashed down again!

The second blow without interruption!

The ghost golden rod shook sharply and wailed, and Guo Ying's ten fingers suddenly broke apart, trembling slightly.

And as the loud noise spread, without even leaving any room for breathing, he saw that the blade was raised for the third time, held high, aimed at his face, and slashed!

Third hit!

The loud noise before the victory broke out again, the shock spread, and Guo Ying suddenly felt a violent groggy, out of breath. The hideous face with double horns also showed a hint of blue.

Feeling suffocated...

how is this possible?

It is difficult to understand ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and why there is such a rude trick, why there is no gap in the opponent, and even the breath is not disturbed.

It's as if it's not a person, but something of steel that is better than a person.

At that moment, he finally came across.

From the violent figure in the flame, I saw something intangible, an incredibly huge weapon, a huge artillery like the crystallization of war.

Only shelling can sum up this unreasonable terrorist impact.

When countless loud reverberations stretched in one place, echoed in his hard bones, and finally passed into his brain, it turned into an illusion-like grand symphonic melody.

This is a legendary movement written by Tchaikovsky against Roman aggression and praising the victory of the Great Patriotic War.

Deduct the tragic and tragic war with a mighty symphony. In the end, the demise of the aggressor was declared with the sound of the mighty power of the sky, and victory came!

-"Overture in E flat major "1812""

Now, it is accompanied by an illusion-like melody interpretation.

The solemn shelling begins!

In the distance, the brothers of the Bozou clan from Edo have been shocked by this terrifying sight.

Like the evil **** who descended from hell, the burning figure was dancing with swords in his hands, and bursting with thunder and loud noises as he slashed.

One, two, three

The high-pitched chirps overlapped and turned into loud noises of torrential rain.

Every blow made the body of the giant ghost in front of him tremble and horrified, but the next blow would bring a whole new level of despair and haze.

The bombardment of slashing is endless.

There is no mercy, no weakness, no pause...a cruel punishment on the monster in front of you!

Until he was completely reduced to ashes and crushed into dross!