Apocalyptic Forecast

"Five, four, three ..."

The time of three seconds is fleeting.

Deng Ling's face was already covered with cracks.

As he stretched out his hand, the dark clothes returned, covering his body, and then, the light and darkness melted back into chaos, and a broken shadow with layers of cracks suddenly shrank into the oil lamp, Ansari Staggering back, sitting on the ground with a butt, sweating and pale.

As if the eternal darkness had been torn apart, the prince opened his eyes again and opened his mouth in anger, as if preparing to scream.

But then he saw the girl who was kneeling and sitting at the end of the corridor.

Eyes drooping.

The finger rests on the handle of the waist, as if holding the willow, it is quiet and gentle.

Facing his angry expression, he saw Amber raised his face.

In the dark eyes, the camouflage hidden in the darkness was torn, showing a sharp outline.

On the arm holding the knife handle, the long sleeves suddenly startled.

As if there was a breeze.

"two……"

At that moment, there was a clear voice resounding in the air, just like the flying birds on the branches of the willow rose in the wind, fluttering their wings from the sky dome, blowing away the dark clouds, revealing the brilliant stars in the sky.

And the silhouette of that wonderful moon.

Pulling the knife, chopping, blood vibration, into the sheath.

It was a horrible swordsmanship in a blink of an eye, above the limit of what the naked eye can observe, separated by tens of meters, and shed a cold blade of light.

So, in front of the prince's chest, the ancient Chinese suit cracked in response to the sudden chopping marks that appeared on the shriveled chest.

From the slash, a cold moonlight reflected silently.

——Unique Sword · Yayo Moon!

Moonlight is like a nail, penetrating the body and the skeleton, wedging the furious soul in the broken body, forcibly suppressing the blockade.

Seeing that Amber had been laid on the ground, sweat dripped from his cheeks and fell on his trembling fingers.

Time continues.

"One……"

When the moonlight collapsed, the prince of long hair was struggling violently in the wind of rage that spewed out of the wound, pulling out the broken moonlight and crushing it between his fingers.

After opening his mouth and sharply teething, a vicious breath is brewing in the mouth of the black hole.

"……zero!"

Huai Shi took a step forward.

In the trance of disengagement, I saw Amber froze for a moment, and felt a wave of heat coming from my face.

As if there was an oven walking by.

But that was just an illusion.

It is a subtle realization that only exists in the consciousness of induction and threat, and it is physically impossible to realize.

Something woke up.

From the body of Huai Shi.

The green flame rose from the teenager's body, engulfing him in it. In the gap between the chests, the lava of purgatory surging silently, circling ...

After a long period of incubation, the source of countless despair, pain and madness turned into a tsunami and burst out!

Huaishi took another step forward, and immediately after the end of the unique sword effect, he moved forward and bent down, just like the etiquette taught by the kitten, to care for his chest:

"Under the Witness of Paradise—"

"--I challenge you!"

Suddenly, the space in the entire corridor stagnate.

A light of nothingness came out of nowhere and froze everything. Then, the interference of all irrelevant people was stripped away. Whether it was Amber or Ansari, the power was shielded.

Then, Huai Shi ’s shotguns, magazines and other series of border relics, even his own strength, were stripped away. On the prince ’s body, the armor under the Chinese costume, the bracelet on the wrist, and the boots under the foot Even half of the iron skull suddenly disappeared.

Only they left each other, and there was a chain that was bound to the prince and burst into Mars.

It is already a part of the soul of Huai poetry.

The teenager grinned.

Raised his wrist and clenched the steel axe in the void.

At that moment ... duel, start!

Oops!

Ansari's complexion changed suddenly, holding up the oil lamp and releasing the dark country with all his strength. The entire corridor was covered by the shield of the paradise.

Immediately afterwards, the iron roar tore the barrier and burst out of the dark kingdom!

Iron is burning.

Like a blazing sun suddenly jumping out of the horizon of this dark country, in all directions, giving his tyrannical glow.

In the loud noise of breaking the sky, Huai Shi stepped forward.

Yu Bu!

After three steps, the hurricane flew over the broken tiles, and the boy had broken through the wind, and the burning mountain ghost was close at hand.

To the prince in front of him, he lifted the invisible axe in his hand.

--cut!

Ansari couldn't describe what he saw at that moment, as if a phantom appeared from the boy's body and rose.

All the shackles were freed by Huai Shi, and as he stepped forward, a spear of four hundred years of glory emerged from his hands, followed by the sacrificial blade devouring blood ...

He was clearly held in his hand, chopped forward, swept, and penetrated.

Is it a change in the source quality or a horror speed completed purely with the body? Or is it that even time overlaps at this moment?

The burning mountain ghost roared, from a long, almost frozen moment.

Instant, fleeting.

The young man and the prince passed by, and staggered forward indefinitely, kneeling down on the ground in awkward sweat, sweating like pulp, and arms bursting into a tragic blood.

Behind him, only three dazzling light traces remained in the air,

Penetrated into the prince's body.

The punctures of split-top axe splitting, waist splitting and tearing of the chest cavity finally broke out at this instant. The clanging steel tweets gathered together, as if forming a substance, controlling pure destruction, rising into the sky and spreading in all directions.

The dark country shook violently, boiled between the overlapping steel roars, until finally, spitting a chord aftertone weakly.

So pure and so gentle.

The low aftertaste of the cello slowly dissipated in the air.

But the long-haired prince in the spot stared rigidly at the air in front of him, his lips gurgled, and he could not make a sound.

In the end, it seemed that I finally understood something. On the broken face, the corner of the mouth slowly raised a trace of arc.

More than mocking or relief.

With the dissipation of the chain, his countless long hair withered in an instant, a gust of wind blew, and the body that had lost many years of life embraced the gift of time, and silently collapsed into a dust.

In the dust, only a strand of blond hair remained.

It is as bright as gold, soft and beautiful.

"Mammy, it's almost ..."

In the stillness, only Huai Shi, who was kneeling on one knee, gasped hard, raised his palm, and applied the silver blood potion on the cracked arm, and the itching of the growth of blood and flesh covered the severe pain of the tear.

Ansari, who leaned on the wall, waved his hand, and the oil lamp flew out of his sleeve, and came silently to the top of Huai Shi's head, leaning down.

A strand of pure gray and black fell like water, and fell on Huai Shi's shoulder.

Pure and negative sources are continuously poured into his body, just like the blue bottle, which makes up for the dryness of the soul and smoothly supplements the incomplete source.

I am afraid that he will dare to do this only when he encounters such a pervert that can use the poison and curse in the power of the dark country to eat.

Otherwise, it's killing.

By the time Huai Shi's condition recovered slightly, he had no strength at all, leaning weakly on the door frame and waving at Huai Shi, meaning that the rest was all up to you.

I saw Amber for a moment, then reluctantly took a slap-sized gourd out of his pocket, walked to Huai Shi, pryed his mouth open, and poured a line into it.

It seems to be wine.

The entrance is sweet, with the fragrance of flowers and fruits.

Only one-fifth was poured, and she withdrew the gourd distressedly, covered it with a stopper, and there was not much wine in the gourd.

As the line of wine slipped down the throat, the anxiety and pain in the body dissipated instantly, and became warm, and the wound quickly scabbed and closed.

The physical strength of the original overdraft was completely recovered.

"Good thing, come again?" Huai Shi tapped his mouth: "I just didn't taste it."

"You are thinking about fart."

Seeing Amber glance at him, he put the small gourd in his arms, his waist was still slim, and he couldn't see how it was hidden. I'm really curious how many bits and pieces are contained in her wide robe and big sleeves ...

Huaishi glanced for two more times, and found Amber to see his eyes became dangerous, and quickly withdrew his eyes.

He certainly knows what his teammates are doing to give themselves good things.

After all, the next thing is only Huai Shi to do it alone, it is related to the success or failure of the task, everyone does not want to fall short, only hope that Huai Shi will not be in vain.

"Okay, let me do it next."

Huaishi waved their hands and assured them that they got up from the ground, patted the dust on their bodies, and finally checked the pile of chicken pieces that the kitten gave to themselves ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After discovering that nothing was missing, he walked The door of the lounge.

Carefully, push away.

In silence, the door opened silently, revealing the rich abyss behind it.

The substantive darkness rises and shrinks silently, like breathing, cold and quiet ... Only a gust of wind blows, and it is scary.

No wonder each one is so strange and weird. If you sleep like this every day, do n’t blame it!

Seeing that it was almost winter, not even an air conditioner.

Uh ...

Huaishi pouted, stepped into it, and was swallowed by darkness.

It was like being swallowed into the belly by a giant beast, distinguishing the composition of the comer and recognizing whether someone had invaded. When the permissions left by the kitten and Huai Shi's own traits were verified, he appeared quietly in a strange environment.

In a run-down theater.

Huai Shi stood on the stage and looked around.

It is exactly the same as the kitten, it is basically a ruin in disrepair. Only the high platforms around the stage, the seven huge chairs still retain the luxury of the past.

Except for the empty seat on the right belonging to the prince of long hair, the other six chairs depended on each one in their sleep, unprepared.

Only with the appearance of Huai Shi, a pair of **** eyes creeping in the dust under a chair slowly lifted up.

A half-rotten ghost that looked like a snake wrapped around the leg of the chair, snuggled with a sleeping prince with dark hair and black eyes, staring at him alertly.

Surprised!

Huai Shi was stunned for a while, and his body was cold all over.

Why are there still dogs inside? !

This kitten didn't say anything!

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