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In a flash, Huai Shi's movement changed from lag to dexterity.

It's like being a fish swimmer, blending into the ocean, swimming in the air like flying, flashing the impact of the white horse from the last moment, and smiling at the prince.

Then, by virtue of the turbulent undercurrent in the sea, the knife and axe fell without delay.

Quick as the wind!

On the special seat, the representative of the Tantric Sect of the Theravada stopped in amazement: "That's ..."

"Well, what's wrong?" The representative next to him asked, "Did you see anything?"

"No, it's nothing, I admit it wrong."

The representative shook his head slowly, and the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated.

Although it looks like the double-sword technique of the Tantra of the Theravada, but the movement is plausible, the core is completely different, is it mostly a coincidence?

Is there such a coincidence?

Huaixi is like a fish!

This set of double-sword technique, which has been fully integrated into the playing method, is re-launched in the hands of Huai Shi. With the accent of the axe blade falling, a disturbing undercurrent is set in the air. Then, the short knife pierces out and bypasses the blade , Piercing the prince's neck.

The white horse suddenly turned around in the sea, the iron hooves kicked over, but the water flow pushed the Huai poetry calmly past, the blade was cut again, and was blocked by the blade.

The impeccable swordsmanship unfolded from this deep sea. Even under the pressure and resistance of the sea water, the prince was still personable and unpretentious.

The white horse rammed and the blade swept.

This time, evenly matched!

"Great."

In the suffocation, Huai Shi's lips opened and closed, and he did not hesitate to admire and appreciate.

The prince smiled, as if talking to each other, bursting power above the blade, pushing Huai poetry away.

Huai Shi pursued closely, the spear pierced, but the ocean disappeared in an instant.

The two of them landed, the platform suddenly rose, and the stage turned ominous gray and black. When the light gray light reflected the top of the head and turned into a dark cloud, his nose smelled the pungent sulfur smell ...

An uneasy hunch suddenly appeared.

As he stepped forward, the ground in front of him suddenly cracked, causing the young man's pursuit to stop abruptly, because a roll of red cloth flew from it and rose into the sky ...

It looks like lava erupting from a volcano!

Even if it is a red cloth, if it is covered with it, I am afraid it will burn in an instant?

Difficult to advance, Huai Shi dodges backward, but in the air, he struggled to throw a heavy axe towards the torrent in front of him.

The broken air burst into sorrow.

The axe blade was swirling into the magma, tearing the red cloth, and it was burnt to red, with a blazing fire circling towards the prince.

The prince ducked sideways, letting the axe blade fly past his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a chain of chains followed and flew to the axe handle.

Huaixi, suddenly pulled!

Go back and forth!

In the high-pitched sound of the collision of gold and iron, the prince's cheeks showed a chopped scar, and the elegance was no longer, but the expression was more dignified and majestic.

Baima hissed angrily, bypassing the flying lava and galloping towards Huai Shi.

Sword puncture.

collapse!

The lance and the blade collided in the air.

Huai Shi withdrew and suddenly stopped ... His cuff was bitten by the white horse!

Is it still possible?

The blade has been cut towards his arm!

At the last moment, he summoned the sacrificial knife, holding the block upside down, but the blade was walking on the edge of the blade. Eventually, a scar from the bone was visible on the elbow of Huai Shi.

The white horse and Huai poetry cross each other and land.

The volcano has disappeared. In the dramatic change of the scene, the two have stood at the top of the cathedral, stepped on the high flying buttresses, and behind them is a tower pointed sharply to the sky like a blade.

The white horse turned smartly at the top of the church. The prince on the horse stared at the youngster in the distance and grinned: "It's amazing, Huai Shi."

"One another."

Huai Shi twisted his neck, and a handful of silver blood medicine was stuck on the wound of his elbow. He raised his head and asked, "It seems like it is hard to endure, Your Highness, is there any trick?"

"Yes." The prince nodded.

"So, do you have mercy on your hands?" Huai Shi couldn't help laughing: "I thought it was the respect of the opponent that I tried my best."

"It's a pleasure to have an opponent like you, Huaishi."

The prince on top of the white horse smiled, seemingly regretful: "Although this is a bit excessive, I just don't want this battle to end too quickly."

"Only at this level, the battle will end soon, Your Highness."

The flame of the mountain ghost rose from the body of the teenager, Yu Bu's strength exploded, and the footprints were deeply imprinted on the stone carving of the church. The teenager was moving forward, grinning, and told him word by word: But it is very powerful. "

"Is that true?"

Staring at the youngster's eyes, the prince was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "So then! Huaishi, as you wish, I will go all out, so-don't lose too fast!"

At that moment, the prince on the white horse raised the sword in his hand again, and the raised blade reflected his handsome face, as dignified as prayer.

Calling into the distance.

"--Madam, please sing for me!"

Then, the soft harp sounded like a dream.

Just behind the curtain on the left side of the stage, a young girl's figure emerged, pulling the harp in her hand and humming softly, as if it had penetrated thousands of years, yesterday's singing reappeared today.

The legends of the past are staged now.

The forgotten prince stood in front of the enemy again.

The ferocious horn sound stirred up from the melody. Among the countless phantom cheers, after the curtain was draped, there was a subtle and high-pitched song.

That is……

Huai Shi's pupils shrank, and immediately, he heard the chanting from the prince.

"Tobe, ornottobe: ..."

If chanting the famous novels that have been passed down through the ages, the prince raised the blade of his hand, and in the pitiful and high-pitched singing, it was as if he clenched his own destiny.

The legendary prince and legendary knight stood in front of Huai Shi at this moment.

The halo of glory rose from the top of his head, the bright glow condensed on his blade, and as the white horse roared, a pair of huge wings spread out from the body, scrolling the air, setting off a hurricane, and soaring in the sky Above.

"Tianma?"

Huai Shi stared stunnedly and gazed up at the princes Gao Gao and the sky above. "It's not even a fight with BGM, but also like magic, this is too much!"

"Listen, Huaixi!"

Above the sky dome, the prince smiled and spread his arms proudly: "This is the sad song of our past, and this is my people's sincere praise and praise to me.

The so-called prince is by no means alone! What is the difference between a prince without the protection of the people and the land and a beggar? "

After hanging the curtain, the girl's singing voice gradually became high, and the melody that shook the heart and soul, the white horse hissed, the first-born horn, glowing like the sun.

Immediately afterwards, the wind screamed and Pegasus galloped.

boom!

Just a hit.

Huai Shi flew out, feeling the blackness in front of him.

The sound of horseshoes was gradually approaching. The white horse stepped in the air, and it roared like a drum. The chanting behind the curtain rose to the peak again. The cold female voice burst upward, and the incredibly high voice turned into lament and struggle for fate.

The chorus of countless people sounded.

The prince's sharp blade glowed brightly.

Cut down!

Huaixi backed away again, feeling that his arms had lost consciousness, and the whole person flew back several meters again, wowing out blood, stunned.

Long gun, propped up the body.

He stared at the prince waiting in the distance, but felt a powerlessness from the heart.

It's just that it has grown wings, it's just a little more strength, it's just able to shine ... but it makes people feel powerless.

As if there were thousands of people following him.

The prince stands on his own kingdom, on his own stage, and Wan Min sings his great achievements and majesty, justice and sage, tenderness and determination.

The legend really came here, in this singing voice.

"BGM, I have ..."

Huai Shi pulled out his axe and waved. The violent cello sounded behind the drapery behind him. It was so low that the prince immediately pulled the sword and cut it again.

The roaring symphony crushed the lonely cello sound.

Huai Shi staggered back.

"No, Huai Shi, no."

The prince looked down at his embarrassed opponent and was unhappy with his childishness: "If you are always alone, you cannot win forever. If you are alone, you are not worthy of being a prince! You challenge me with such a mind Is it? "

Huaishi choked violently and gasped, "To be honest, I didn't think so much ... I knew I had brought a player."

"Think about it, young man, think about it ... Isn't it the time when the stage is here?"

The prince urged the white horse to step forward and scolded: "But where is the kingdom you are fighting for! Where is the people you are guarding!

Huaixi, if you are just so shallow, you will definitely lose! "

Isn't that the story of the so-called prince?

Will not become a king, will not hide in the old castle to sit on the chair farthest away from people.

The prince rode a white horse and walked between his own land.

Always young, always bright.

It's like a most tender dream.

Because of this, it is loved by countless people, and because of this, it is able to place many hopes and expectations. Always righteous, always gentle, bearing the expectations of the people, winning a hundred battles, heroic and brave, never disappointing.

So it will be a battle.

So it shines like a star!

"Sorry, Your Highness."

Huai Shi gazed at his shining look and sighed enviously, "Not everyone can be like you ..."

Have you never owned that kind of thing?

After all, the prince or something ... At best, he can only make a camel with the old Liu guest, and he can only be a younger brother, who is splashed and laughed at, and turned into an emoji.

Even if you have magic long hair and magic hands, you can talk to small animals. Someone will help you solve the problem, but it ca n’t be said that you are a prince, right?

No matter how glorious fakes are, once they are real, they will be revealed.

What kind of prince is KTV Prince!

He closed his eyes, exhaled anxiously between his lungs, clenched his arms, and invited the prince to fight.

"Come on, Your Highness." He whispered, "Your enemy is here."

"Isn't even able to find the territory that can be protected?"

The prince lowered his merciful eyes and clenched his blade.

"So let me end this battle ..."

He murmured softly, and the horseshoe beat the ground.

In the majestic light, Tianma flies up and sings.

The prince solemnly lifted up the sword of light and galloped towards Huai Shi!

Immediately afterwards, the vast light fell!

Huaishi roared, roared, raised the spear in his hand, and thrust forward.

At that moment, the roar erupted.

The hurricane swept through.

The blade and the blade are in one place!

Actually ... blocked?

Huai Shi's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Fool."

A crow sighed in his ear: "Look behind me."

Then, in the silence, everyone heard-behind Huai Shi, at the end of the stage, there was a sound of pushing the door in the empty drapery curtain.

"A pipe organ?"

An old and elegant voice sounded: "Just happened to study a bit."

So the stool was pulled away.

The luthier was seated ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The faint noise and chaos followed, and the sound of low and low footsteps continued to sound from behind the door and walked into the theater as if the audience had entered.

The rickety old man and woman led the thin child with a breath of wind and sand, and came here from the forgotten story, watching the audience uncomfortably, and finally, sitting in the choir's chair.

Immediately afterwards, the sailors telling bad jokes to each other came in. The captain holding the pipe walked to the front, picked up the trombone in front of the chair, and turned back and said, "You few go drumming, you won't be able to follow the roar twice."

The sailors went their separate ways, and then one figure after another came out of the door and came to their place, picking up the instrument in front with some difficulty, not knowing how to use it.

In an instant, countless figures have filled the performance seats behind the curtain, and the characters in the story once reappeared on this incredible stage, raising their musical instruments for their rescuers.

At the end, a soft footstep came forward, and the slender figure stood at the forefront. The captain took off his pipe and seemed to be stunned: "Little girl, are you coming to sing?"

"Yes."

The girl's long-lost voice laughed, raised her head, and looked up onto the stage. Across the thin curtain, she asked softly, "Can I start again, Mr. Huai Shi?"

"... ah, anytime."

After a brief silence, Huai Shi nodded slowly, holding on to the joy and gratitude in his chest, and his eyes turned red.

When he looked up at the prince waiting for a long time, he smiled.

"Did you see it? Your Highness."

Huaixi raised his weapon again: "My people have come to me, my land is here!"

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