Apocalyptic Forecast

In a trance, I smelled the floor and sweat.

His mouth was full of rusty breath, and the stinging blood filled his lungs, and he couldn't breathe.

"Is this down?"

The old voice rebuked unhappily, and the angry wooden knife slashed down and slammed on his face mercilessly: "It's too shameful, Sasaki! Stand up for me!"

He tried to raise his hands and prop up his body, but soon fell to the ground again.

The eyes were dark.

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

"Then quit, get out of here."

A relentless kick kicked him, the floor seemed to roll up, and patted him, the world was spinning and turbulent.

The old face without any expression gradually blurred.

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

"Listen to me, Sasaki, among the students I have seen since the beginning of the dojo...you are the worst in talent, aptitude, and ability."

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

The old man looked down at his face coldly, telling him word by word: "You are rotten wood, you have to learn to give up, understand?"

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

The young man with a blue nose and swollen face was struggling to prop up his body, raised his hand, and grabbed the old man's trouser legs.

"Teacher, please teach me..."

He squatted on the ground, seated on the deformed soil, and humbly bowed his head and pleaded: "Please teach me...I...have the kindness that I have to repay, and what I have to do."

Even if he is unconscious, he is still struggling 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 foot, threw away the hand holding his trousers, and cruelly kicked him away.

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

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

The old voice mixed with an angry roar, and it exploded in his ears.

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

It was dark in front of me.

Sasaki woke up from his dream, only feeling a sharp pain in his face, as if he had been punched hard, and finally woke up from the painful dream created by a large amount of tranquilizers and opened his eyes.

Then, I saw the Zato market in front of me.

Frozen in place.

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

What's more surprising is how Zatou City looks today.

"What's the matter with your appearance?"

Beneath the broken Yingzhou robe was a camouflage uniform, body armor, gray helmet, dark military boots, full magazines, a pistol tied to his leg, a grenade hung around his waist, and two hands held high. Of two MP5s.

And the three samurai swords behind him...

Simply, fully armed!

But it is completely different from what Zatou expected to be.

"Where did your SWAT team equipment come from?" Sasaki was stunned.

"Don't young people always say that recently... Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned with a cheerful smile: "Sure enough, the gun is easy to use... I didn't expect it, I am now a special instructor of the Ground Self-Defense Force. !"

"What the hell?"

"Part-time job, the life of the blind in this world is not easy, why don't you go and work hard to give people a massage... hurry up and go."

Zatoshi put down a gun and stretched out his hand to pull him out of the bed, "I broke in, I don’t know what’s going on outside now... It’s not easy for a blind man to sneak in. Don’t No matter how difficult it is for me to **** you out, okay?"

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

Severe pain.

"You broke your leg?"

Zatoichi’s ears twitched slightly, his brows frowned, and he listened to the footsteps rushing from outside the door, his expression suddenly became impatient, and he could only put Sasaki’s arms against his shoulders, feeling helplessly: "We two are blind, one Lame, if you stop doing it in the future, we can still work together to do art. You show the way and I massage. How good are you doing it?"

"Thanks."

Sasaki smiled bitterly, took a knife from his back and used it as a walking stick, limping and rushing out with Zatoichi.

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

In the glazed glaze palace garden, which is as beautiful as the heaven, there are constantly deformed monsters running at this moment, and the scenes of blood-eating, living **** are constantly being staged.

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

After the reversal into calamity, his self-contained horror and demons lingered in everyone's heart.

Like a sharp blade, it hangs above everyone's head in the middle of nowhere. Whenever a trace of evil thought arises in the heart, it will be quickly amplified and distorted, and distortion and transformation will usher in...

This is a curse against blood.

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

The wriggling man flowed out of the original empty shell with difficulty, on the ground, raised his twisted palm, and screamed sharply: "I am restless, have you forgotten? We drank a few years ago... …Help me, I spoke for you…" The fastest update of Qiqi novel https://m.qq*717^mq^q717.c^om/

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His response was indifferent gunfire.

Zatoichi listened to the sound to distinguish his position, aimed at his face, squeezed the trigger, and indifferently finished a shuttle of bullets, then took off the thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decomposing corpse, and set it alight.

The fire is rising.

Sasaki remained sluggish in place.

Staring blankly at everything in front of me...

"Give it up, Sasaki, Satomi's family is out of help."

Sasaki was silent and did not speak, as if he had lost his soul.

"There is no time to waste, go!"

Zatoichi was furious, and grabbed his hand to drag him away, but instantly, stiffened in place... his angry expression froze, and gradually he lost his blood.

It was pale.

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

Amidst the sudden loud noise, the cold current gushed out from the gap in the wall, instantly taking away all the temperature. A thick icicle protruded from outside the wall and pierced obliquely into the sky. Then, the cold light flashed, the icicle tore apart and fell towards the ground.

With the figure above.

A high-pitched roar came from the frost wind.

Like a giant elephant neighing.

Father Frost advances amidst the roar, the golden saber cuts down, pressing harder at every step, brazenly suppressing the slender figure in the blizzard, ruthlessly.

Can not be merciful.

Because the blood is dancing-the evil thoughts of the sky were stirred up, surrounded by the crimson blade, and cut forward!

It is still the crude and crude Tang bamboo type!

Is that really swordsmanship? Is that really using a sword? Or is it just taking a stick to make do?

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

When the blade fell, it burst out with a mournful roar, and set off stormy waves in the snowstorm.

The wind and snow rolled down, Father Frost's saber suddenly shook, and a gap appeared again, and soon the multiplication of frost had covered the gap.

But then, the splitting of the resentment blade has been cut again!

There is no respite.

The shelling of 1812 has just begun!

The flames of the hand of the forbidden are burning vigorously.

In the fierce flames, the handsome face is now as hideous as an evil ghost!

The casting furnace is extracting the evil thoughts in the air, transforming the power full of **** into the source quality, and bursting with the chopping!

Regardless of the possibility of erosion, without the cheating and transformation of Magic Cooking's skills, the divinity that points to Xihe now glows with a faint light, covering him.

From the moment he advanced to become the lord of the group, the ray of divine nature that had sprouted from the young commander had already swallowed up all this unworthy pollution.

He is the home court in this magical realm where he is at ease!

The darkness of the Bone-Buried Sanctuary unfolded violently, and the pious hymns moved again. The crow unfurled its iron wings and broke through the blizzard, and its sharp minions attacked the burly Father Frost.

Like a burning meteor, whistling back and forth.

After attaching Huaishi's elemental weapons, the burning iron crow has turned into an uncompromising border relic, and every dive and flyover is equivalent to an attack by Huaishi himself.

That slender and thin figure suppressed Father Frost in an incredible way!

The blizzard roared suddenly, and the spreading cold current quickly shrank, and it turned into a huge carriage after Father Frost. Under the pulling of the frozen horse, it rushed forward and finally washed away the indeterminate crowd of crows!

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

Holding a saber in one hand and dragging an exaggerated axe and halberd in the other, a new storm was once again set off.

"What is that..."

In the corner, blind Zatoichi raised his muddy eyes, feeling the changes in the air dullly.

It seemed that suddenly an unreasonable storm fell from the sky, covering everything. The source of the turmoil formed a vortex, and when the two huge eyes collided with each other, it set off an earth-shaking turbulence.

But in the observation of the mind's eye, there is not nothing in the emptiness'eye of the wind'.

Even though he couldn't see the outline of his body, he could still sense that terrifying essence.

One is wrapped in frost from the wild, as if to completely freeze everything, and the frantic source material spreads, forming an overwhelming storm.

And the other one seems to be the distortion of the demons itself!

Just like his avatar descending from the air...

The demon descended in his courtyard and palace, speaking magic, and boiling evil thoughts surged, and the tamed one was driven and devoured by her... She had already turned into the master here.

Anti-customer-oriented!

Compared with the endless sea of ​​despair in the town of twilight, he is now at ease, which is a child's play! The magical realm created by Bafang has become a toy in her hands!

Zatoichi stiffened in the corner.

Holding the hilt subconsciously.

When you accidentally break into the scene where the beast is fighting for the territory, you will feel fear.

But now, when two auras like tyrannical natural disasters descended from the sky ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ arrogantly descended on their heads, Zato City could only feel...unexplainable tremors.

When facing a tenth level storm, is fear useful? Will showing good to it be effective? Can you avoid being ravaged by kneeling down and begging for mercy?

It is not a threat that can be avoided by showing kindness and avoidance.

No matter what bystanders do, it will not help.

He just hopes that luck can take care of himself, and don't involve himself and the idiot next to him...

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

He stretched out his hand to pull Sasaki and continue walking, but Sasaki still stood in place.

There were soft footsteps in the distance.

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

When I raised my head, I saw a messy courtyard with two people standing in it.

First was a daze, then suddenly.

"It's Mr. Sasaki and his friends, have they run out? That's great, do they seem to be free."

As if heartily happy for the two escaped, Satomi Jiujin solemnly urged: "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 that looked like a fox smiled, nodded politely and said goodbye, and turned around to leave.

Then, I heard a low voice drawing a knife behind him.

It is Sasaki.

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

The lame man was holding his weapon in his hand, staggering and struggling forward, staring at Jijing's face, and whispered softly: "There are always some grievances that need to be broken..."