Apocalyptic Forecast

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For a long time, Katori Ichiro remained motionless.

Does this still need to be seen through?

No need at all!

The opponent's posture and muscle language are completely unconcealed. What he is brewing is a slash that resembles a wind and thunder, as sharp as a flash, flashing away.

The sheer speed has already been accumulated in this rigid and unflexible posture, surpassing himself. As long as one dared to step into the ten centimeters between each other's attack range, what was waiting for oneself must be a thunder blow.

But the structure of the upper paragraph has its flaws-

In the silence, Katori Ichiro's thoughts turned.

If the opponent wants to win by distance, then he can also use the distance instead.

It is true that there is a gap of ten centimeters in the limit of the attack, but it still takes time for the opponent's sword to fall on him. If he rashly takes a mid-stage offensive, he will be in danger, so...

While thinking, the body has responded naturally.

Katori Ichiro lowered his body, bent down, his legs bent, and the horizontal blade in his hand protruded forward, pointing at the bottom plate of Keishi.

Simple geometry.

And Huai Shi also changed her posture.

Middle section.

Spike framework.

"throat."

His sword was pointed straight at Katori Ichiro's key point, and he said where he would attack next. The stab, omitting the distance of the chopping and cutting to the maximum, maintains the advantage of the attack range.

Pin all strength in this blow.

Before the opponent's attack reached, penetrated his throat--

At that moment, Katori Ichiro smiled and took his sword into its sheath.

The movements are natural and harmonious, like running clouds and flowing water. I don’t know that they have been rehearsed thousands of times, and they have been engraved in the bone marrow. All the reactions and textures are used in the process that has been repeated for a long time. .

This is...drawing a sword!

The moment he reacted, he actually shot out towards Huai Shi!

Shuchi!

It was still so pure that there was no next kendo skill-relying on the force of the toes to drive the body, it actually achieved the terrible effect of advancing without warning.

After accelerating at his fingertips, his feet trampled on the floor, and his speed surged twice!

Immediately afterwards, under the operation and promotion of his knees and muscles, he almost flew close to the ground, speed, three times faster!

In this moment of change, he has already plunged into the'ten centimeters' range of Huai Shi lore - but this time the change is too fast, and Huai Shi's sudden stab is too late.

Wiping his face across.

Missed opportunity!

Today's Katori Ichiro, relying on his own kendo, has broken free from the measurement of numbers and is above physics!

The situation is reversed!

"It's now--"

It was at that moment that Huai Shi pulled his sword back to defense.

But it was too late.

In the scabbard that has been supported by the left hand, the long sword has turned into iron light under the traction of the right hand and flew forward!

-Katori draws a sword!

If it is used in conjunction with the source quality, this sword can definitely be more mysterious and more terrifying, right? But now, it is still fast enough.

The strength and skills of years of hard training are enough to cut people off in an instant!

It doesn't matter if Huai Shi blocks this sword. When the distance is close, it is now his home court-the opponent has entered the final form, and he has 100,000 ways to respond, putting the paper-loving amateur to death!

He grinned and roared: "Carcass!"

At the same time, what came to him was an unbelievable cry:

"--surface!"

The instantaneous changes and interlacing, everyone sees a flower, and it is difficult to see the changes clearly.

Only a high-pitched voice was heard.

It was the cry of steel, the sound of the blade rubbing so high.

Its sharp sound, spread, and drowned in the noisy exclamation that followed.

The movements of the two stopped in place.

Scarlet enthusiasm fell from the top of his head and fell on Katori's face. The blood spread and fell to the ground.

He widened his eyes blankly, looking at the sword blade that was only a ray of distance in front of his eyes--he was so close to death that there was only such a small distance to almost nonexistent.

He lost.

When he raised his head stiffly, he saw Huai Shi's cut hand - and the broken blade in his hand.

"The victory is divided."

Huai Shi smiled and declared softly: "I won."

Katori Ichiro fell into sluggishness.

His lips moved.

incredible.

Can't believe what I saw at that moment...

Just now, the tweet of steel was not once, but...twice!

It's just that the interval between the two is too narrow, making it impossible for many people to distinguish it. And in it, the second time was the sound of his own dagger being blocked.

The first sound... is the wailing of the broken blade in Huai Shi's hand.

When Katori rushed past the ten-centimeter field of victory, Huai Shi drew his sword back to defense, as if he had already expected it. Right in front of Katori Ichiro’s eyes, he raised his hand and pressed it on the sword——

Then, he broke his sword into two pieces!

Simply neat.

That action, it seems that he has no idea how many times he has practiced it in his head.

In an instant, the knife was in his hand and turned into a double knife!

When Katori Ichiro reacted, the section holding the blade in his hand blocked the front of the sword and took a hard move, while the other section of the broken blade was already fixed in front of him.

Announcing the arrival of victory.

As a result, the dust settled and the outcome was divided.

In the dead silence after the exclaim from the outside noise, Keishi raised the palm of the sword holding the blade, and moved Katori Ichiro's sword aside, took a step back, released the palm of his hand, and let the sword stained with blood. The blade should fall to the ground.

And the other broken blade with a handle still hit his face.

Katori Ichiro stared blankly at the sword in front of him, for a long time, finally raised his head and looked at Huai Shi.

"You thought it right from the beginning?"

He asked hoarsely, "That's what you planned in the beginning?"

"Very shabby, right? But no way, I can't beat you than swordsmanship." Huai Shi shrugged and replied helplessly: "Of course we need a red heart and prepare with both hands."

From the beginning, he did not dare to underestimate Katori Ichiro.

Indeed, stigmata and elemental quality cannot be used, and swordsmanship has its limits.

Indeed, his extended arms and height are longer than Katori Ichiro, and he has an advantage... But what is the use of eggs?

The so-called skills, the so-called tricks, are not the power that allows people to break through the limits, make up for shortcomings, and counter the war situation?

If Katori Ichiro's swordsmanship can span this short ten centimeters and get closer, what should he do?

Therefore, it is better to use tricks... to stimulate him, guide him, tempt him, and deliberately draw closer.

Pulled in to within 75 cm of the length of the knife-

Then, double pole versus single pole!

From the very beginning, Katori Ichiro had jumped into the routine of Kaishi.

This is not a lack of struggle experience, but a lack of the realm of treacherous change-but anyone who has no problem in his mind, who would have thought that his opponent would suddenly break his sword and play with him?

"You must rarely fight life and death with others?"

Huai Shi bowed his head, looking at his stunned look, and couldn't help but shook his head: "After you meet a guy who can stuff explosives between your teeth, you won't think it's a big deal to break a sword."

This is not compliant!

This violates the rules!

Katori Ichiro wanted to say so, but in the silence, he closed his eyes after all.

Sigh silently.

Released the sword in his hand.

"I lost it." He bowed his head respectfully: "Thanks for your advice."

"No thanks, no thanks."

Huai Shi raised his hand with joy and patted his shoulder: "This little Xiang, young people have achieved achievements. It is normal for young people to be proud and complacent. Remember to practice more after you go back. In order to become the pillar of the present world!"

With that, he raised his head and squinted at the referee.

"Mute? Talk."

The referee was stunned for a moment, his stiff expression twitched, and finally made a voice: "Win, victory is divided!"

The winner, the amateur with paper!

So Huai Shi turned her head, looked around the stiff faces off the court, raised her brows and smiled.

Immediately afterwards, there was clear applause from the silence.

From the top place.

Sheng Tianmu smiled, raised his hands, patted twice, then looked back at the faces off the court and waited quietly.

Until those people finally realized from the old man's gaze, they raised their hands in a panic, clapped hard, scrambled!

The thunderous intensive applause emerged out of thin air and filled the entire banquet, cheering for the victory of the leader of this alliance!

Enduring.

Even if the palm is red, I dare not pause or slow down.

Until Sheng Tianmu raised his hand with a smile, and pressed it down, for a short while, the entire field was silent.

Only a helpless voice came from the side.

"No matter how you want to be prestigious, it's a bit too much, father." Ewha raised her eyes and said, "Mr. Huaizhi is still bleeding."

Sheng Tianmu was suddenly stunned, patted his head, showing a kind smile: "Look at my impatient, Arakawa-kun, Arakawa-kun, can you get a doctor to deal with it?"

"Humph." Arakawa's expression was gloomy, and he wanted to say something, but in the end, he lowered his head: "You are the president of the alliance, of course you have the final say, come here--"

"No need."

Ewha got up and said softly: "Father, talk to you first. Just arrange a room for rest. I'll help Mr. Huaizhi deal with it."

As he said, he rolled up the hair around his ear and showed a nice smile.

With a word, the atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly stagnated, and the low noise spread. Everyone looked at Huai Shi's eyes more and more hot, almost burning this dog to death here.

Ewha smiled and was generous.

Then under the guidance of the servants, he took Huai Shi and left the banquet hall.

Huai Shi felt that her whole person was bad again.

Not excited, but uncomfortable.

The sense of crisis from the body of Ewha became more and more disturbing.

Along the way, Ewha smiled and walked in front. After the servant opened the door, she turned around and said: "I have a confidential matter to discuss with Mr. Huaizhi, so you don't have to come close."

"Yes." The servant nodded frantically, and after a few steps back respectfully, he turned and left.

In the dead silence, Li Hua watched the people walk away, and then slowly closed the door, and smiled at the cautious and obsessive Huai Shi in the room.

Huai poems, he wants to speak but wants to stop, but he wants to stop talking.

Full attention, beware.

I'm afraid that she will take off the mask of hypocrisy in this place where no one is there, and want to show off the animal desire, ruining her innocence.

"Mr. Paper, don't be nervous."

Sheng Tianmu Lihua smiled, walked in, and said softly: "Come on, I'll show you something good..."

With that, she lifted her hair, unbuckled her belt, and then opened her spacious neckline, slowly shedding her delicate and gorgeous robe.

Just in Huaishi's sluggish sight, she revealed herself...the tight leather jacket without any reflection on her body, as well as various small and complicated intrusion devices.

And the injection gun in his hand.

When Huai Shi reacted, the injection gun in her hand was already on Huai Shi’s neck, pulling the trigger ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ enough to make hundreds of people fall into a drowsy potion, just like this The arteries of poetry.

Huai Shi's eyes were dark, and she fell to the ground involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, she was lifted up by Ewha and thrown on the bed.

"Sleep well, Huai Shi."

In a trance, he seemed to hear a familiar voice calling his name, and then saw a figure walking to the window, pushing the window open, and turning over into the night.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep...that's strange.

Is the drug resistance exercised by so many cooking magic dishes a joke?

Huai Shi is in spirit!

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