Apocalyptic Forecast

When thinking back to the end, the footsteps of the hut in the woods did not stop.

It just seemed to be strolling forward, loosely moving forward, strolling half a circle without a trace, turning around dexterously and smoothly, and walking towards the direction beyond the gate.

Without changing his face, he smiled and waved to everyone he knew.

Then, the hand in the trouser pocket quietly squeezed off the copper sheet asking for help from Huai Shi, and finally dialed his mobile phone.

After waiting for the sound to pass once, it becomes a busy tone.

All signals sent to the outside world have been indifferently and carefully shielded.

His smile stiffened for a moment.

look up.

On the road beyond the gate, a weird figure shrouded in chemical protective clothing appeared. His face was hidden behind the gas mask. Behind the lens, it was pitch black and could not see anything. It was wrapped around making the forest hut creepy. The ominous atmosphere.

At this moment, the strange comer is standing in the crowd, but no one cares except him.

The dull electronic sound has no ups and downs.

"Meeting for the first time, Mr. Lin."

He calmly said: "You can call me number 008. In order to avoid misunderstandings, please don't do unnecessary things. The things here have nothing to do with you."

"Excuse me, I'm bothering you." The forest hut smiled awkwardly, as if accidentally walking to the wrong toilet, waved his hand: "I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now..."

"Considering that your six personality simulations have caused things to have unplanned developments, please allow me to use the six-level adjustment plan. In short..."

Number 008 stiffly said: "Please sleep first."

At that moment, a pencil-thick stick appeared in his hand, aimed at the face of the hut in the forest.

The boy's complexion remained unchanged, and he disappeared into the spot instantly, and then he appeared in front of 008.

The curse in the shadow protruded from the fingertips, condensed into shape, turned into a slender blade, aimed at his face, and cut it down!

"idiot!"

On his finger, the Hedi in the ring roared: "Your little bit of carving skills, where are you qualified to survive—"

Snapped!

His voice disappeared instantly.

And just at the front end of the stick in 008's hand, a flash of light was emitted, which was fleeting.

But under the shroud of light, the hut in the forest felt that the many evil beasts that it had raised in the shadows, the cursed armor entwined with the soul, and even the medium hidden in the body disappeared without a trace.

Even the stigmata itself.

In a short moment, he was beaten back to his original form and turned into a teenager who can be seen everywhere.

Then, he was stiff in the air, unable to move.

"Ahem, what..."

He blinked innocently: "Misunderstanding, man, it's all a mistake—"

Snapped!

The flash reappeared, and his pupils gradually became hollow and dimmed, losing their luster.

【Memory Clear】

[Thinking finishing]

【Sleep Setting】

【Gravitational Grabbing】

Under the swing of that slender pencil stick, the invisible force pulled the hut in the forest, led him into the dojo, and finally sent him to the couch.

Snoring sounded.

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Five hours later, the messenger from the dojo respectfully knocked on Huai Shi's door.

"Mr. Huaishi."

The messenger bowed respectfully in salute, and offered the name stab and greeting card from the Juggernaut with both hands, "Teacher please."

"Um?"

Huai Shi got up from the chair.

Recently, the sword-sage Shangquan came out of the world. In addition to the gradual transfer of the dojo and other powers, his physical condition has also deteriorated day by day. According to the forest hut, it has not been too long. When the emperor came, he said he hadn't seen him because of illness, so why did he come to his side without fail?

But no matter what, etiquette is indispensable.

"Mr. Quan's identity and situation, why do you condescend to come here?" Huai Shi took the celebrity and nodded in response: "As a junior, I definitely didn't let the elders move the door--it just happened to be free today, so it's better to take me to the temple Come visit."

The words of the can make him stunned for a long time: "With Mr. Lao Huaishi's care, the teacher has arrived, and he is downstairs."

When Huai Shi lifted the blinds and looked out the window, she saw the car parked in front of the building.

There were no signs or emblems, no license plates, and no one walked down. Through the window of the car, the scene behind was blurred, and he couldn't detect anything even with his eyesight and perception.

What's more, this feeling...

Huai Shi's heart sank.

"The Survival House?" he asked.

"There are other things that I don't know, nor should I inquire and know about it." The messenger leaned over and pleaded: "Mr. Lao Huaishi will move forward."

"It's all downstairs, can it be left out of sight?"

Huai Shi shook his head and opened the door.

Regarding the Juggernaut's intention, he didn't worry much. Although the Survival Institute has a terrifying reputation, he has been in and out many times, and he hasn't seen how they treat himself.

On the contrary, he was even more puzzled as to how Shangquan Sword Saint got involved with them.

As a result, as soon as he went downstairs, he saw the decaying old man with an oxygen mask on his face behind the open rear door. In the heavy breath full of voice, Shangquan raised his eyes and blinked at Huai Shi to show his greetings.

And Huai Shi also nodded in salute.

Then he looked at him. Except for the weird man with the strange gas mask on the co-pilot's face, the driver turned out to be the chief of the Yingzhou Palace Inner Hall.

When Huai Shi was puzzled, she saw Shangquan raising her finger with difficulty, as if beckoning, motioning him to get closer to everything.

A muddy, low voice sounded from behind the mask.

"Don't look, kid... don't worry... they..."

The Juggernaut's chest was violently up and down, panting: "Help me... a favor..."

"Who to kill?"

Huaishi subconsciously looked at the chief of the palace hall in the driver's seat, causing the middle-aged man's expression to twitch, and his neck felt cold.

But looking at this guy's meaty appearance, it doesn't seem like a difficult one.

It can't be the guy from Luming Pavilion, right?

That would be a little troublesome.

I only killed it once a while ago, so it's not easy to start.

"Hahaha……"

Shangquan was amused: "I dignified... Sword Saint... do I still need... to find you to kill..."

Speaking of the back, he began to choke violently, stopped talking, patted the **** beside him, and the **** nodded, pulled out a slender iron box from the trunk, and held it up with both hands.

After opening it, the silent long knife was revealed.

From the long knife that was dismantled, an ancient glow appeared. After a long time, the blade was still as bright as new. On the self-smooth blade, a hideous phantom appeared faintly.

Killing intently.

Exquisite.

With just a glance, Huai Shi can feel the sharpness that has been brewing for a long time in it, and the ferocity that is pinned on it, as if choosing someone to eat.

Even among the many frontier relics, they are definitely the top treasures.

Even compared with his own source quality weapon, it is not inferior.

It's a pity that the source quality in it has decayed, as if it has been hit hard, it has been in the dust for too many years and no one has used it, and it is dying.

After seeing the sword inscription on the stem of the sword, Huai Shi's eyes twitched.

Grand ceremony Tai Guang Shi.

This **** thing is one of Yingzhou's five swords in the world!

"Fix it...well it..."

Shangquan asked: "Can you... do it?"

"To tell you the truth, it's a bit difficult." Huai Shi was silent for a moment, and said straightforwardly: "Although the activation of Nirvana Reconstruction is very convenient, it may be difficult to find materials that match it."

"The materials are provided by the Survival Institute."

The strange man in the mask on the co-pilot spoke, and the electronic sound did not fluctuate: "You just need to speak."

"Then I will try."

Huai Shi replied: "But it may not be able to guarantee success."

He closed the box and glanced at the visitors one last time:

"PLZ follow me."

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Fifteen minutes later, the casting center was completely emptied.

Just below the huge casting furnace, the pale alchemy fire has rekindled.

Huai Shi looked down at the long knife in the box, stretched out his hand, reassembled all the parts, and the vicissitudes of life's sharp blade screamed in his hand.

As if rebelling against his control, unwilling to be driven by others.

But after all, there was no strength to support it, and soon it fell into silence.

And Huai Shi breathed a sigh of relief after a detailed inspection.

"It's just that the source quality is lacking, and the internal miracle has collapsed." He looked at the blade and felt the echo in the steel: "The alchemy matrix and structure have not been damaged in any way, no, it should have been maintained. Right? The craftsmanship is quite careful, and there is no difference at all from the original part."

This is a matter of course.

No matter how frustrated, it is also a precious weapon treasured by the royal family. Yingzhou's famous Five Swords under Heaven is an important relic that is inseparable from the history and past of this country.

Because of this, Huai Shi wondered why they were looking for themselves because of this.

Great Master Yingzhou is not that he can't afford it, it's just a matter of how much it will cost. Besides, there is also the Survival Institute here, and this kind of basic maintenance makes it impossible to find yourself as an outsider.

But since someone came to the door to give money, wouldn’t it be possible for him to return to the door?

Huai Shi did not hesitate to give out an order that was more than five times the actual material, depending on whether the mysterious and mysterious guys in the Survival Institute were willing to pay.

As a result, when the masked man opened the box beside him, the materials written on the Huai Shi list were all available, and even tripled.

This group of people must have a problem with their brains.

But people want money for money, things for things, bring their own materials, and they are so shocked that you Xiaohuai will make a boiled noodles in white water, and they will open their doors for business. Why do you need to manage so many?

Just do it.

Soon, under the protection of Huai Shi, the original decayed ancient sword once again appeared as if there was a real fierce intent, and a sharp and cold aura rose to the sky.

The ancient blade made high-pitched screams, just waving it randomly, and the sharp aura cut gaps between the walls and the floor.

"Fortunately, I didn't humiliate my life." Huai Shi turned the long knife upside down and handed it over: "Or, do you want to take a closer look at the effect?"

The mask stranger didn't take anything, but just nodded slightly: "It's for this reason."

"Well, I know you love this."

Huai Shi sighed, opened the door next to it, and walked into the innermost layer of the casting center, the area formed by the thick walls and cages.

Feeling the waves of malice from the relic in his hand, he sighed and held it up again:

"Casting, start!"

At that moment, on Huai Shi's right hand, the steel unfolded, and the casting furnace formed by the Nemo engine slammed, and a large amount of source quality was poured into it, covering every inch of steel from the inside out.

Give miracles, forging, rebirth, and even... activation!

A terrifying gravitational force emerged from the blade, greedy and gluttonous, and in a short moment, one-third of the source of Huai Shi was taken away. Immediately after being endowed with enough power, the great ceremony in his hand burst out. One after another, the power of struggling flew out of his hand.

In an instant, it was nailed into the very center of the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp sound of steel friction emerged, and the narrow blade suddenly began to swell, and a huge arm that had been several meters long came out of it, grasping the ground, leaving four deep gullies.

Then, the second arm, the huge body, and even the head...

In the end, amidst the proliferation of countless iron lights, a harsh roar suddenly burst out.

The last shackle was roughly torn apart.

The huge shadow slowly rises, a pair of amber vertical pupils fall, coldly staring at the overwhelming defender in front of him.

It looked like an ape and a baboon, but it was wearing the armor that a general had, and its slender face was anointed with bright oil paint, and its hair stood up like copper needles. When they collided with each other, they rubbed out sparks.

The steel fierce ape with the crown of the sun on its head was more than ten meters tall, propped up its body, venting its violent ferociousness wantonly.

Then, he raised his hand and violently smashed at Huai Shi who was close at hand.

Huai Shi was expressionless, waiting for some action, but heard the footsteps behind her.

A thin palm leaned out from behind him, lifted it up, and spread out his slightly trembling fingers, taking the shocking blow.

Stay still!

When Huai Shi turned her head in amazement, she saw the thin figure behind her.

The face is covered with wrinkles and age spots, drooling, white hair is disordered, and there is still an indwelling needle interface on the arm...

Juggernaut Shangquan!

"Very good... Huaishi... what you did... very good..."

The sword saint who was clearly alive as a silk, stepped forward, after passing him, and finally said: "The next... thing, you just have to stand aside... it's fine."

With that, he stretched out his hand.

Behind him, the follower hurried to the ground, knelt on the ground, and offered a plain sword with both hands.

When the sword fell into the thin palm of the hand, there was a surge of swords that were not inferior to the five swords in the world!

"Hey, I haven't seen you for so many years..."

Under the white hair, the old face grinned, and laughed amidst his coughing: "You guy, have a good time... not so good?"

The great ape looked down.

I looked down at the pale human being in front of me, frowning, but soon seemed to think of something, and gradually suddenly came out a human voice: "It's you again, Shangquan-you're old like this, are you still unwilling to be lonely? "

"Yes."

The sword saint nodded, his saliva fell like silk: "Like you."

"In that case, die like a swordsman." The giant ape said, "I'll help you."

"Thank you."

The Juggernaut laughed: "However, you are still...far..."

At that moment, the old man swung his sword.

It is obviously deep underground, separated by countless obstacles, but the people present at the moment clearly heard the sound of howling from above the sky, like a hurricane sweeping by.

Immediately after that, the blade of the sword flashed away, and the lingering sound spread, like a magnificent bell from the palace of a thousand feet!

Shocked!

The great ape staggered back a step, and a deep crack appeared on the armor and body.

"This style is called...the sword of the sky city..."

Shangquan asked without looking back, "Did you see it clearly?"

Huai poem nodded.

"How much did you know?" Shangquan asked again.

Huai Shi thought for a while, and shrugged helplessly: "I can only say... a little gain."

"Oh, ignorant guy."

The Juggernaut shook his head, as if giving up the idea of ​​on-site teaching, with two hands resting on the hilt of the sword, holding it tightly, holding it high, and aimed at the opponent in front of him.

The world-famous sword after activation, the slaying crystallization left by countless swordsmen in the history of Yingzhou!

So squinting.

roar:

"--Come!"

Dadian Taiguangshi grinned, and the steel giant ape didn't care about the newly added scars on his body. When his hands resembling human beings were raised, the endless blade of flowing water was pointed at Shangquan's face.

Stalemate with each other.

In the dead silence, only the air groaned, and when the emptiness of the will collided with each other in this narrow cage, everything was frozen by the biting killing intent~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Huai Shi couldn't help but step back.

Feeling what is brewing in that aging body...

The declining source quality, the soul on the verge of collapse, the dying body, even the disordered breathing, the hard heartbeat... None of these can stop the power sleeping in the dark from truly waking up.

That, something called will.

The idea of ​​nothingness reversed reality at this moment, shook all souls, and frightened all enemies, just as the scorching sun rose from the old man's body, blooming with majesty.

At this moment, when the blade fell, it shot out evil thoughts and killing intent that were so dazzling that the soul trembled.

Create death!

After a moment of staggering, Shangquan retracted the sword into its sheath. Behind him, the phantom of the great ape collapsed silently.

Only two broken long knives fell on the ground, and countless cracks broke into pieces.

Turn into dust.

There is no room for repair.

The old man who returned to the wheelchair put on an oxygen mask again, and the medicine from the Survival Hospital flowed into his body bit by bit, keeping this riddled body from collapsing in a short time.

And Shangquan said again:

"Next..."

So, the entourage stepped forward again and offered the iron box to Huai Shi.

Under the entanglement of layers of Buddhist beads, the sharp blade in the box still exudes bursts of monsters and strange auras, the blood and light circulates, crying hungry and thirsty.

Dao Ming [Heng Ci].

The same is the Five Swords of the World, the number of beads and pill constant times!

"..."

After a short silence, Huai Shi couldn't help but turn around and asked: "Let me guess, are there three more next?"

As he said.

At the feet of the weird people in the Survival Institute, three overlapping iron boxes quietly emerged.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Huaishi." He said, "Data collection has just begun."