Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 "It means literally."

　　Lao Luo looked back, and asked in confusion, "Don't you understand?"

　　 After a short silence, Yuan Yuan replied: "I... don't think there is any problem with this."

　　 "It doesn't matter, who in this world has no minor problems, right?" Luo Lao said indifferently, "At best, it's just unhappy life."

　　 I don’t feel happy when I pick up the sword, and I can’t enjoy peace when I put it down.

　　 Whenever I'm alone, I feel indescribable at a loss and panic.

　　 Like a lost person, wandering repeatedly, hesitating.

　　 "Let me guess..."

　　 The old man squeezed his chin and thought, his smile worsened: "Couldn't you, even you think of yourself as a "good boy" for others, right?"

　　 Yuan Yuan did not speak.

　　 "You are from the original family, right?" Luo Lao asked, "I have seen your uncle before, why are you not like him at all?"

　　 "Women and men are always different."

　　 "Really?" Luo Lao was puzzled, "But why do I always hear...The original women are crazier than men?"

　　 This is the blood of the original family's struggle.

　　The blood inherited from the war, fighting and the cruel selection of the survival of the fittest thousands of years ago, is simply the most perfect violent machine.

　　 Even from elementary school, from kindergarten...From the day of weaning, you will begin to experience the uncontrollable violent impulse.

　　 This is a struggle engraved in nature.

The corresponding method adopted by 　　 Hara’s is not to suppress, but to try to use this power in the right way. If the struggle is despicable, then look for a more noble way of fighting that can handle both.

　　 But no matter how dazzling aura and glory, it cannot erase its cruel nature.

　　 Men are like that.

　　 Women should do the same.

　　Father is like this, uncle is like this, uncle is like this, aunt is like this, everyone is the same, including the original photo.

　　 Only the original origin is completely different.

　　Since childhood, he has been quiet and uncomfortable, calm and mature, just like a child of someone else's family. She is generous, upright and dignified, never troubles the family, and she's not as clever.

　　 "But this is wrong, right?"

　　 Old Luo said mockingly, "You are just restraining yourself, restraining yourself... restraint is not bad, but you are the only one who knows in your heart that you have not succeeded.

　　 You are just overly obsessed with the image of a good boy, confuse it with yourself. "

　　 "You are different from your teacher. Your teacher simply regards violence as a means to achieve an end. It takes it for granted that others have the same unreasonable self-control, so they are unaware of your pain.

　　 But you should know that you are different from him..."

　　 The old man glanced through the weakest part of the girl in front of him, and told her coldly: "You don't have such a strong pillar and strength in your heart, and you can't suppress this relatively large and violent nature that is relatively sane.

　　 "——You can't be him."

　　 "You haven't even been who you are."

　　 In silence, Yuan Yuan clenched his weapon, but was unable to refute it.

　　 Only the blade screamed in anger.

　　 "Little girl, one day you will understand the meaning of this sword given to you by your family."

　　Before he left, the old man glanced at the long sword in her hand for the last time-the blade of the fierce beast that was dubbed "Mountain Monarch".

　　 No matter how fierce a beast is, after being locked up in a cage, it is nothing more than an ornament for enjoyment.

　　 "Always, let the tiger go back to the mountain..."

　　 free it.

　　 also free you.

　　 At that moment, in a brief absence, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but raise his head and stared at the dark night sky above his head.

　　 Can't see the stars, it's dim.

　　 Amid the noise and roar, I heard a loud noise like an illusion.

　　 The mighty echoes from afar sounded, and only she knew the secret call.

　　 The mountains shook!

　　 Among the blades, the ferocious soul roared and echoed in her ears.

　　 At that moment, there was a high-pitched collision of gold and iron, tearing everyone's eardrums!

　　 The girl in the gray skirt stepped forward and cut through the ridiculous defenses that looked like duckweeds. With the sword of the mountain king, the hurricane burst out from within easy reach, and the tyranny spread.

　　 In an instant, the victory or defeat was divided.

　　 The tactful vibrato, like the chirping of strings, rose from her hand, adding an indescribable tenderness to this messy and tragic scene.

　　 The blood of the struggle belonging to the original family gradually boiled in this melody, bringing unspeakable joy.

　　 Just in the reflection of the smooth sword body, she saw such a strange face.

In the reflection of 　　, the girl was also looking at her, a cruel smile appeared on her beautiful face, and the color in her eyes gradually became scarlet, no longer dignified.

　　 That is herself.

　　 "Since it is nature, why should we be afraid of it?"

　　 She whispered softly, closed her eyes, and exhaled the scorching temperature in her lungs.

　　 But when those eyes were raised again, they became cold and cruel, without any warmth.

　　 The mountain monarch in the cage roared silently, breaking free from the last yoke!

　　 "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

　　 Yuanyuan raised his eyes, moved his fingers to the enemies in front of him, and initiated an invitation: "So, it doesn't matter if you go together..."

　　 smiled at those angry faces like that.

　　 It seems like bowing to the audience before the opening.

　　 This is the final etiquette.

　　 It doesn’t matter how many viewers there are, it doesn’t matter how enthusiastic they are.

　　——The performance of the predator has just begun!

　　 At that instant, the sword blade fell, and the cold chill spread with the silent melody, plundering the temperature, causing this coldness to infiltrate everyone's bones in an instant.

　　 Like a blizzard coming, under the gradual violent rhythm, everything is hurriedly heading towards sad death.

　　 involuntarily, shivering from the illusion of the wind and snow.

　　 Four Seasons Concerto-Winter!

　　 Breaking down the barriers, the sublimated "playing method" and the girl's sword are reappeared here, spreading from scenes like massacres.

　　 step by step forward.

　　 no matter how many enemies there are.

　　 The tyrannical and solemn scene almost shocked all the souls who were watching, rudely and straightforwardly conveying this beauty of strength and art to every trembling heart.

　　 Destroy all opponents,

　　, step by step, defeat the people who are blocking the road.

　　 The wounds left by those blades were unable to stop her, but the predators in the cold winter became more fierce and cruel.

　　The blood was splashed on the gray skirt, like a flame burning in the mist.

　　 The roar and roar sounded continuously, and then disappeared quickly, only the high-pitched metal collision and the low falling to the ground continued to sound.

　　 can no longer catch the swift figure with his eyes, but when he closes his eyes and is no longer confused by the chaotic scene, he can feel the rhythm and beauty hidden in the fight.

　　 "It's just like playing, it's really beautiful."

　　In the distance, on the top floor of the building, the old samurai looked down and couldn't help but sighed softly: "Such skill is really rare...have you found out the origin?"

　　 "It should be a member of the mixed alliance. From the looks of it, it seems to be a student of the King of Tamba."

　　Another monitor from the dojo replied: "The King of Tanba should not be underestimated if he can teach such a good talent."

　　 Who doesn’t know that the leader of the alliance is never a fuel-efficient lamp?

　　 The emotion at this moment immediately caused everyone to smile wryly, "It seems that Tamba, who has just been rebuilt, also wants to interfere with Hiraizaka's affairs?"

　　 "Knife hunting is not restricted to the same place, as long as the sword comes, no matter good or evil, men, women, old or young, you can try it... This is the rule of the dojo."

　　 The old man lowered his eyes and stared at the blood-stained **** the long street: "All we have to do is to pay attention to the knife hunting. Other things don't need to be concerned now."

　　 I focused on admiring the beauty, admiring the changes in footwork and tricks.

　　Everyone here is a master and a talent who has been immersed in the dojo for many years. Only at this moment can I realize the commendability of this skill.

　　 "Even the opponent's counterattack has been incorporated into my own strategy, and all the complicated changes are consistent. Such a subtle control ability is really amazing."

The people beside 　　 said with emotion: "Although I have seen a lot of more tragic scenes, but such a harsh duel and rapid victory, even Benkei that year is nothing more than that?"

　　弁庆?

　　 "Where is this monk?"

　　 The old samurai shook his head and laughed, "If you want me to say, it's the red leaves!"

　　 For a moment, it was like being in the deep demon realm of Togakushi Shinshu.

　　 Scarlet all over.

　　 can't tell whether it is the falling maple leaf or the blood.

　　 Just under the background of the maple leaves and blood, that dignified and solemn face also became coquettish, so charming, like a magic stain...

　　 It's just that this gorgeousness that is enough to pierce the eyes is at the cost of tragic casualties and wailing.

　　 Someone sighed, "Should I call the emergency responders on the court?"

　　 "No need."

　　 The old warrior said indifferently: "You can't beat people's trash even in gang fights. Just crawl to the hospital by yourself, and you can have a longer memory. Besides...Isn't this a person who died?"

　　 Everyone fell silent.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 But when they opened their eyes and looked closely, they found that it was just like what Shifan Dai said: It looks so tragic, but in fact, there hasn't been any death under the blade.

　　 Even in the face of such a huge gap between the enemy and ourselves, in such a chaotic duel, there is still room for the opponents.

　　 It was not about letting the tiger go back to the mountain, at best, it was just letting the tiger hurt others, and the shackles that controlled the nature of struggle were still in her hands.

flexible.

　　 There has never been any loss of control.

　　 "The posterity is terrifying..."

　　 The old samurai sighed, waved his sleeves, and turned away.

　　 has foreseen the result.

　　 There will be no suspense...

　　 From the moment she came here with a chair, it was destined that there will be only one winner on Central Avenue tonight.

　　 Ten minutes later, Yuan Yuan waved his hand calmly, shaking off the last trace of sticky blood on the blade.

　　 Mountain-kun returned to the cage again.

　　 so gentle.

　　 In a dead silence~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Behind her, the paper-carrying group carried a stretcher and loaded the last warrior who had fainted into an ambulance.

　　 only a spread of blood red was left, and there were countless sorrowful iron lights.

　　 "The total number of swords, three hundred and seventy-one."

　　The cottage in the forest pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, clapping his hands and admiring:

　　 "Congratulations, Yuanyuan, you became famous in the first battle."

　　In less than an hour, the sword hunting incident on the central street caused an unprecedented impact in Hiraizaka Hirazaka like a bomb.

　　 In less than twenty minutes, more than sixteen samurai who set foot on the path of sword hunting suffered a brutal halberd here, and a total of 92 challengers ushered in the most complete defeat in front of one person.

　　 The name "Hongye Ji" spread like wildfire, spreading to everyone's ears.

　　 I don't know how many people were awakened and looked at Danbo in amazement, marveling at the handwriting of the leader of the alliance, wondering whether this predicted the arrival of this new round of storms.

　　 And just in the treatment room under the stone marrow pavilion, Huai Shi bit the suture scissors, and the tweezers in his hand pulled the suture thread into a beautiful bow.

　　 Finally, use scissors to cut off the excess.

　　 "It's done, just rest for two days, no scars will be left."

　　 Huaishi put down the tools, stretched out her hand, and rubbed Yuanyuan’s hair: "Thanks for your hard work...Would you like a supper?"

　　 Yuanyuan thought for a while and nodded.

"it is good."

　　 couldn't help smiling when he followed the teacher.

　　 did not let the teacher know because of quietly doing bad things.

　　 Under another night sky, the hut in the forest hung up the phone and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

full of expectation.

　　 is about to start doing bad things...