Apocalyptic Forecast

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"Friendship is magic ...?"

The prince froze for a long time, nodded slowly, and sincerely agreed: "It's really good."

On the contrary, the poem Huai Shi stealing the children's cartoon lines was overwhelming.

Without refusing the precious breathing time given by Huai Shi, the prince calmly rearranged his posture, raised his head again in the chanting of the people, and his face was radiant.

"Such a battle is really enjoyable, Huai Shi, why don't we know a little bit earlier?"

He sighed with emotion: "A little earlier, a little earlier, a long long time ago ... If we can get to know each other, know each other, and explore together, how good should we be?"

"Although I am very grateful for your kindness and affection, Your Prince, but shouldn't this be better for girls?" Huai Shi shrugged: "Don't look at me like this, in fact it's quite a teammate."

"It's such a shame."

The prince laughed softly.

The white horse groaned, his iron hooves pounded the ground, and he exhaled a row of hot noses, his wings spread out suddenly, and the feathers had turned into light.

The holy wings of light unfold from this hell, paying tribute to the enemy with an innocent and hearty smile.

"So, let's start again!"

"it is good!"

The magnificent melody of Ode to Joy rose again, and the sword and axe in Huai Shi's hands unfolded, roaring with shock, and ran forward toward the front.

Endless strength blessed him, and he felt like he was transformed into light.

Wherever he passed, the madness of the source spread over the earth, causing the grass seeds falling in the broken pockets to germinate and grow, followed by the growth of countless towering trees, and the transient dry glory turned into a solemn and cold jungle.

The mountain ghost roared, stepped on the growing tree, galloped toward the sky, and the axe fell!

The blade swept.

A thunderous thunder burst from the sky.

The white horse roared loudly, and the wings of the light shook again, forcibly suppressing such a blow by Huai Shi. Then, more solemn power emerged from the prince's body, cracks on his handsome face, and the pair of blue The eyes are more quiet and far-reaching.

The prince is burning.

Pure light condenses from above the blade, and the majesty of iron bursts out of it and cuts down!

Sharp and unmatched.

Huai Shi felt a tremor in his wrist, and the axe blade under the blessing of strength burst into a crack, leaving a tragic scratch on the back of the sacrificial knife.

He flew down.

And Tianma spread his wings and came after him, the prince raised his sword and cut again!

But in the middle of the air, Huai Shi seemed to give up his resistance, stretched his limbs, and spit out the hot breath between his chest, and the next moment, the dark green fire light burst out of his eyes.

Like a blazing sun.

The phantom broke free from the body, each holding a sword and axe, greeted the prince who came by the impact, the mountain ghost roared, and spit out a three-foot-long cold flame in his mouth.

From his hand, the chain screamed out and tied to Tianma's neck.

In a blink of an eye, the spear, short knife, and axe roared, and the low echo turned into a beat, overlapping in one place, and perfectly integrated into the melody of joy.

A chord!

With the blessings given by Lily, today's Huai Shi has been able to release the tricks like Long Xiang after a little preparation.

Destroy!

The white horse screamed fiercely.

Above the neck, a gap cracked open, and the blood spewed out, and the prince's blade had been suddenly shaken in the chopping of Huai Shi, the tip of the sword flew up and landed on the ground.

broken.

The white horse's wings spread out and stayed in the sky. The prince raised the blade in amazement, staring at the broken sword at the front end, and soon a smile of admiration appeared.

"Just use this blow to report your amazing skills, Huai Shi, my challenger!"

Above the sky dome of the stage, he stared at the falling young man, slowly picked up the blade in his hand, and announced with a loud voice, "I wish to deliver with my spirit above this sword, and the virtue will coexist with our legend-- — ”

In the ferocious chorus, the praise of Wan Min and the girl's expectation, the blade rose like a pillar of flame.

The light is like flames, wrapped around the broken blade, rising upwards, like a banner of light, rising into the sky, leaving a slender trail engraved in the eyes of everyone in the strong wind.

The mighty horn burst out, proclaiming the prince's bravery and strength to the world, and praising the mighty and mighty power wrapped in this sword.

"The great spirit of the gods, rely on this sword."

The prince's cry raised the banner of light. Virtue and hope burst forth in this place, and the pure and dazzling light occupied the only main axis between heaven and earth.

With the prince ’s indulgent declaration, the burning sword of light shone downward:

"——Long night, end here!"

That is, since the torrent of light erupted above the blade of the sword, straight ahead, rather than bending, with a persevering momentum, to destroy all obstacles.

This dignity is reflected by the virtue and integrity from the heart, and this strength is the nobleness of the true.

Just watching, you can understand the hope pinned on that back.

Just listening, it will hang its head in that passionate declaration.

Longevity lasts forever.

Soon, the sky is bright.

In the silence, even the eulogy of joy filled with joy and blessings was cut under the roar of this sword. Countless blessings and BUFF broke down under this sword.

The majestic jungle fell apart under the rays of light, and collapsed.

All darkness is purified.

The long night ends here.

Dawn comes.

This is an essential restraint against the power of darkness, without any dead ends and terror attacks, tearing all darkness and proclaiming the arrival of light.

When the rising smoke and burning ashes gradually dissipated from the wind.

After the heavy and broken barriers, Huai Shi's thin figure slowly raised his head, and a broken voice came from the broken face, as if it was about to fall apart completely.

Countless dark sources slowly dissipated from his body.

"Is this the transformation of life and death?"

Huai Shi's lips opened and closed, and the fragments were peeled off from his face. As the corners of his mouth hooked up, he smiled suddenly: "It turns out so ..."

From his naked upper body, in the crack in his chest, after the flaring fire, a new flame rose again.

As his blood drips, a yellow grass grows out of the cracks of the stage, and the illusory dew drops fall on the broken palm of Huai Shi.

So, in an instant, the crack in the palm gradually closed.

This is the real power and miracle hidden in the ghost mark of the mountain ghost.

Not assimilating death, but embracing death, not looting vitality, but coexisting with each other.

Unlike the ghost that constantly draws and draws negative sources to bring yourself and death closer and closer, this life you seek from death seeks the form closest to the essence of life.

After throwing away all meaningless burdens, realize pure vitality circulation, like water, high and low, and few people. Through this borrowing and repayment, an incredible miracle was created in a period of time short enough to be described by "One Thought".

It's like deducting all the figures in the account balance, a small amount of money flowing in before the account is closed.

Even if it is a small value of 0.0001 yuan, it is also an important sign to distinguish between the presence and absence.

Even if the huge torso on the surface and the luxuriant branches and leaves are burned, as long as there is a root system, life can continue, grow and germinate again, and spend a long winter, ushering in a grand opening.

It was not until the moment when all the dark sources were evaporated that Huai Shi realized the essence from the changes of the Holy Mark. Without this sword, he did n’t know how long it would take him to personally experience the changes of the mountain ghost growing up.

Today, only relying on a remaining grass underfoot.

Huai Shi turned around one by one from the edge of the kingdom of death, and returned again. Since Lili's endless light and rain, countless wounds healed slowly.

Taking a step forward, I felt that the old body seemed to peel off.

reborn.

Huai Shi clenched his sword and axe, smiled at the prince above the sky, and declared his existence.

Immediately afterwards, the vitality after condensing countless shadows emerged from the chest, and the source quality smoothly transformed from the two stages arbitrarily, forming a perfect cycle.

"Then, let me reward you, Your Highness!"

From the whisper of Huai Shi ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ suddenly there was a roar burst, it was from the collision of a knife and an axe, a loud noise rose from the steel, and turned into a heavy beat.

—— [Sword Art · Playing Method]!

As if the start symbol was pressed.

The mighty will is carried out in this heavy beat, which will undoubtedly convey the will of Huai Shi to the hearts of every player on the stage.

After a short period of consternation, the old man in front of the organ raised his hand and suddenly pressed it on the keyboard in front of him.

As the pedal stepped down, the huge air valve hidden behind the wall suddenly opened, and hot steam rushed through the pipes, washing the old reeds, making everything violently shaken.

As if the whole world was immersed in turmoil.

The heavy melody bursts out from among the old people-shocking and solemn, with a thousand times awe, a thousand sacred and a million cold!

For example fate.

But now, in the mighty melody, destiny ran towards the end, greeted the final ruling and trial, facing the light of redemption and the thunder of punishment.

The end comes!

"The Holy Spirit and the Prophets testify; Chen Huan will melt in the fire!"

As the melody swayed, the low cello sound burst from Huai Shi's hands and spread.

Under the guidance of Lily, the comers on the choir opened their mouths in unison, and the deep voices overlapped in one place, turning into roar and roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"That day is the day of the wrath of heaven, the time when the judge will come in the future! The horn of majesty sounds everywhere, and death and nature are terrified!"

"The day of anger is coming!"

They are shouting and proclaiming: "The day of anger will come!"

So, the thunder of the trial was in the hands of Huai Shi!

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