Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Under the gaze of everyone, a blond man with exaggerated earrings walked over, stood in front of her chair, and performed a mechanical dance. The movements were skillful and neat, causing many people to whistle.

　　 Some people picked up their phones and started shooting.

　　 After finishing the dance neatly, he stroked his hair and smiled at the girl in the gray skirt: "Hello, are you going to play the violin, miss? We can play together."

　　 Yuanyuan lowered his head and glanced at his seemingly friendly smile, as well as the small pinholes under the cuffs and wrists, retracting his gaze.

　　 "Sorry, I'm waiting for someone, no time."

　　 "I can wait with you." The man sticks up like brown candy, leaning closer, and tells him passionately: "It can take as long as you want."

　　 "It won't take long."

　　 Yuanyuan said softly, "They are coming."

　　 Behind her, there was a harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

　　 There was a huge truck suddenly braked on the street. Behind the LOGO of Paper & Trading, the door opened and several men like workers jumped down.

　　 They held the barricade and stopped in front of the intersection.

　　 At the other end of the street, another car also stopped, blocking the front of the traffic hub, completely sealing off the most prosperous passage. First release https://https://

　　 Actually, it's just a look.

　　 put two roadblocks, parked a car, and then left things behind and turned away.

　　 There is also a large gap for people to enter and exit.

　　 left a shortcut for people to escape...

　　 is like a dog hole.

　　 The disturbing atmosphere spread quietly, making the blond man's expression stiff.

　　 Immediately afterwards, I heard the voice beside me.

　　 "Excuse me, let me give you a hand."

　　 Yuanyuan glanced at him, "My performance is about to begin."

　　 The piano box opened by her feet, and the mountain king's great sword burst out loudly. The sharp and fragmented howling sound was so harsh, with the penetrating power of the piano sound, it instantly spread to all directions.

　　 is like a cold wind, making everyone's skin involuntarily tight, trembling, and bulging.

　　 The biting hostility sounded like hallucinations, and almost swallowed everyone.

　　 The blond man staggered back subconsciously with soft feet.

　　 finally realized the fierce nature hidden under that beautiful appearance. It was not a plaything he expected, but something beyond his imagination...predator!

　　 Right now, beside Yuan Yuan, the heavy giant sword showed a hideous cold light.

　　 Mountain Lord roared, proclaiming his existence.

　　 There is no need for the three of them to speak, their own tigers are walking on the streets in the busy city, and ruthlessly provoking their opponents in the hunting ground.

　　 Tell them-I am here.

　　 Right on this wide long street, a performance without gentleness and grace is coming soon.

　　 "啧……"

　　 The smoking man was taken aback for a moment, and then he became regretful and unhappy.

The guard next to 　　 gloated, "I said earlier, you should take care of it."

　　 "This can't be controlled." The smoking man pinched the cigarette, "I don't want to care...I'm just a pity."

　　 "What a pity?" debut

　　 "I can't find such a suitable girl to be a model anymore."

　　 The man was helpless and had foreseen the future: "I hope it will not be too much trouble, otherwise it will be very troublesome to clean the road."

　　 At that moment, the disturbed beasts raised their eyes.

　　 In the warm music of the shopping mall, the exciting rhythm of the nightclub, and the hoarse singing of the nightclub, the samurai who were decorated by alcohol, beauty and even luxury raised their eyes in unison.

　　 felt the provocation from afar.

　　 The thumb subconsciously pushed out the hilt of the waist...

　　 foresee the coming of the struggle.

　　 Behind the gate, under the overpass, in the window, those cold eyes looked here.

　　 The managers here are more responsive than them.

The man who no longer smokes stood by in the distance, but the old man in the robe couldn't sit back and watch, and asked with a cane, "Little girl, I don't know who you are looking for, but is it a bit too overbearing to block the road suddenly? ?"

　　 "Road closure?"

　　 was puzzled by the origin, and pointed behind him, "No, look, isn’t the sidewalk quite spacious?"

　　 seems to know nothing.

　　 After provoking, he thoughtfully left a dog hole for his opponents to escape.

　　 But any samurai who still has the strength to hold a sword would not want to choose this way.

　　 From this moment on, it was doomed: I want to walk out from here dignified, but there is only one way to meet...

　　 "I live and die."

　　 The old man retracted his gaze in disappointment, lowered his head, and looked at the limp blond man next to him: "Liu Dou, do you know her?"

　　 "...No, I don't know it, it has nothing to do with me!" Liu Dou shook his head frantically, his face pale.

　　 "What are you doing while lying down? Do you stay and try the knife?" The old man scolded angrily. If it weren't for the reason that he was a subordinate of an acquaintance, he would have left it alone: ​​"Go away!"

　　 The man on the ground staggered to his feet and tried to escape, but soon he froze in place and did not dare to make any more movements.

　　 felt a biting chill.

　　 From the young man with a cold expression ahead.

　　 "Shen Mianliu, Yayoi Zuofang——"

　　 The young samurai lifted the hood of his sweater, showing a solid hilt from the cloth bag he took off behind him, and looked up at the provocateur.

　　 "Have you figured out what you are doing, madman." He said, "I don't say that I don't cut women..."

　　 "If it is cut by a woman, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?"

　　 Yuanyuan asked, the Shan-jun who was holding his hand, "Don’t say more polite remarks, aren’t the people in the line still waiting?"

　　 Behind Suwa Yayoi, dozens of hideous killing intent rose in the crowd, and the samurai raised their scarlet eyes, already impatient.

　　 At that moment, thunder burst out.

　　 The hurricane spread in the roar of the air.

　　 Even before Yuan Yuan got up from the chair, a cold iron light rose from the torn cloth bag, and it swept forward along with Suwa Yayoi's sprint.

　　 What jumped out of the cloth bag that was too difficult for the knife to hold was an exaggerated Odachi, lingering in the fluorescence of the running water, echoing the thunder, and there were strands of electric light emerging.

　　The cold face against which is like a ghost.

　　 In an instant, it was close at hand.

　　 Shrink!

　　 But then, the chopping stopped abruptly, and the stalemate stayed in place.

　　Only the high-pitched metal-iron collision sound spread. In an instant, everyone's eyes flashed, and only two sparks shot out from the air.

　　 The sharp voice stung everyone's eardrums.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the two sides have already crossed.

　　 Suwabo Yayoi's movements were stiff in place.

　　 Until now, everyone can see clearly...The weapons in his hand are two!

　　 In addition to the Odachi, there is a rib hidden in the back waist of the sweater.

　　——The so-called Shenmianliu was originally a dual-sword flow!

　　 But now, a gap has appeared on the Odachi sword, and the ribs have already stepped up and fell to the ground.

　　 Then fell to the ground, and there was a half drawstring on the hood of the sweater...

　　 There was a crack quietly appearing on the sweater, right in front of his throat, and the remaining chill penetrated into the bone marrow, causing a real pain of cutting his throat.

　　 Suwabo Yayoi's eyes widened in disbelief.

　　 As long as there is a slight difference in the movements of the woman on the chair, I will be in a different place, only a little bit...

　　 But from beginning to end, she never got up from the chair.

　　 "Leave the knife and people can go."

　　 Yuanyuan turned around to say goodbye, and then looked forward: "Next!"

　　 Such a light posture caused the anger of the samurai to spread like a tsunami, and for a moment, I don't know how many swords were unsheathed clanging.

　　 If he had the same attitude as watching a movie, now before the tragic mistake, he can't avoid getting serious.

　　 While on the high chair, Yuan Yuan still pressed Shanjun on his knees, staring at his opponents.

　　 wait.

　　The next person comes up...

　　 And in the truck behind her, the hut in the forest, wearing sunglasses, lay comfortably on his back on the flat driver's seat, cocked his legs, and blew a whistle.

　　 "There are two books as soon as the show opens. Today is really a good day..."

　　 collapse!

　　 A high-pitched voice sounded, and his whistle paused.

　　 Now, there are three books!

　　 Right in front of Yuanyuan, the man who drew the sword had a blue complexion, and he was holding the long sword in his hand, but under the suppression of Shanjun, the blade was still pressed down inch by inch.

　　 The sword is already close at hand.

　　 is difficult to hold up, and can't breathe.

　　 With Yuanyuan's palm holding the sword slightly shaking, and the wrist twisted, the fine shock spread in an instant, passing on the sword body, bursting out the roar of the tiger!

　　 This is, rub the strings!

　　 The sudden shock spread along the contact between the blade and the blade, and instantly penetrated the opponent's body with the incessant drummer's strength, making his eyes suddenly black.

　　 When he reacted, he was already flying in the air and falling backwards.

　　 hit the ground.

　　 The long knife dropped out.

"next!"

　　 Yuanyuan opened his mouth coldly, like a ticket seller sitting behind the window, reminding his opponents to line up in an orderly manner and a civilized duel.

　　 But it doesn’t matter if it’s not orderly, and brutality doesn’t matter at all.

In this way, the first one~www.wuxiaspot.com~the second and the third were solved with great momentum. After careful thinking, they defeated the fourth, fifth, and sixth, until the seventh and The eighth began to besiege, and finally made her get up from the bench.

　　 But the moment she stood on the ground, she was waiting for the ninth person to appear.

　　 Waiting for the ninth opponent to stand in front of her...

　　 Among all the mess, there is only one high chair standing alone under the traffic lights.

　　 The warm-up exercise is finally over.

　　 But I don’t know why, but it’s hard to lift the spirits when the duel is clear.

　　 When facing an enemy ten times more than herself, she was a little distracted.

　　 inexplicably recalled the scene not long ago.

　　 "Boy, this is your disease..."

　　 Once, the monster-like old man said to himself: "If you don't solve it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to achieve real achievements in your life?"

　　 When he said this, his smile was regretful and mocking, as if overlooking a tragedy that had nothing to do with him, and indifferently made irresponsible judgments.

　　 There is no warmth.

　　 It’s just that, gleefully admiring her embarrassed appearance, cruelly crushed her and crushed her until she didn’t even have the strength to hold the sword.

　　 "That's it for today." The old man picked up his mace and waved coldly: "It's time to rest."

　　 "Please wait..."

　　 In the dizziness, she subconsciously propped up her body and looked at the figure from behind, "What did you mean just now?"