Apocalyptic Forecast

After the maintenance and repair of the ivory tower, the main gun that was originally equipped with the Nautilus-[Cross-Depth Strike Mass Weapon·Whaling Fork] has also undergone a new look.

Although due to financial and material constraints, it is temporarily unable to build a special shell that even some small rulers can hit and shackle with a single blow, but the great master Mikhail is still in his busy schedule, leaving behind the upcoming At the end of the Heavenly Hell Fortress, a full forty-eight rounds of heavy mass annihilation curse bombs were specially tailored for it.

Of course, the kind of war tool that can evaporate half of the ivory tower once it is shot is absolutely impossible to use on the Juggernaut.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, the old predecessors are gone, and Huai Shi might have to finish playing by herself.

Even he didn't even use the conventional hell-washing and annihilation missiles to use, but purely extracted the source material, and carried out a convergent strike at a very close distance in this short moment.

Under the impetus of the Nemo engine, dozens of source quality weapons were split from the furnace, and massive calamities and miracles collided with each other, thoroughly exciting the source quality of light and shadow, and aggregated them into turbulent bright light, launching!

A large amount of metal vapor condensed into iron sand shining like stardust, mixed in it, and formed a torrential rain that was enough to penetrate all defenses.

At this moment, the mighty light rushed to illuminate the thin figure.

Shangquan raised his hand and drew it carelessly. The sound of the tide stopped abruptly, as if he was also killed by the solemn will surging above the sword. The thick heat-insulating armor, the viscous iron slurry snaked down and snorted.

"It's as pleasant as the breeze is blowing."

Shangquan held the sword blade, his skinny neck propped his head up, Keke laughed strangely: "Huai Shijun, are you such a gentle person? That's great, I like your reasonable opponent the most."

Reasonable?

Huai Shi was expressionless.

Where is my own reasoning? Obviously, the old thing on the opposite side is unreasonable!

"That's also Jiuyi?" he asked curiously.

"That also requires extreme intention?"

Shangquan glanced at the scorch marks on both sides, and seemed to sneer during his coughing: "It's just following the trend and breaking it open like running water. Does it need more sophisticated skills?"

A drop of viscous saliva fell from the corner of his mouth and landed on his collar.

With the turbid stench unique to the old man.

The traces of soaking are like plum blossoms.

"Flee, Huai Shi."

He said vaguely: "I'm going to pass."

At that moment, a premonition of death suddenly burst from the soul.

When the skinny old man stepped forward, that old face was extremely abruptly spanning a long distance, close at hand.

I couldn't hear the sound of breaking through the air, I couldn't feel the shattering vibrations when my footsteps collided with the ground, and even the disordered white hair did not flutter or change in any way.

It's as if the space has been omitted abruptly.

The position of Huai Shi was also omitted, together with his permission.

Without asking for his consent, there was an invisible force that sent him in front of his opponent.

And there, in Shangquan's hands, the blade that fell on the ground flipped slightly, and the blade was upward, rising toward Huai Shi's lower yin, abdomen, chest, throat, and even head.

It's not a terrifying sword skill, but a basic sword skill that is so standard that it can even be called rigid.

--against the wind!

But in Shangquan's hands, it was like an angry star breaking free from the earth and rising toward the sky, exuding a breathtaking and awe-inspiring might.

Great earthquakes.

Huai Shi trampled on the ground suddenly, his body leaned back and flew out, evading the greeting like a sword dangerously and dangerously, and immediately after climbing on the cracked floor under his feet, there was burning anger. The giant bull rose up and rushed towards the Juggernaut!

The sound of steel rubbing flashed, Shangquan stepped left expressionlessly, stepping on the hot ground, and the raised blade seemed to be waiting for his opponent to send him to the door.

Let the elementary incarnation be cut from the side in its own impact.

The flesh and bone that were comparable to steel split a deep gap, and quickly dissipated into the void.

Without waiting for the Juggernaut to react again, Huai Shi waved his hand. After the cracked dome, countless iron blocks were sprinkled like a torrential rain, and under the will of Yunzhongjun, they were chaotically towards Shangquan!

But before he landed, he saw the chilling iron light flashing away.

Hundreds of iron ingot cubes split apart from the center, the gaps were as smooth as a mirror, and they piled up on the ground after they were out of the control of Huai Shi.

Among the countless pieces of iron, Shangquan raised his eyes.

Sigh with regret.

"I told you to run away--"

On the spot, he raised the blade, pointed it at Huai Shi's face in mid-air, and assumed a stabling posture.

In the next moment, the light of the blade flies forward like a meteor!

After crossing a long distance in this blink of an eye, he was close at hand again. A great pressure rises from the blade, if there is a real terrorist will, the air will be completely sealed off, and no escape or dodge is allowed.

In that way, towards Huaishi's front door, he approached inch by inch.

When the iron light above the blade emerged from the reflection of Huai Shi’s pupils, a sudden and biting thunder light rose up in the darkness!

Burst!

Loud roar.

Without warning, a blazing electric light fell from the sky and struck Shangquan's figure.

And when Huai Shi closed his hands, countless cut iron ingots shrank and closed under his will, forming two iron walls, crushed and closed toward the old man in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the thunder shattered, the iron wall broke from the center to the waist, and the scattered electric light dissipated.

Shangquan stepped on the broken wall, leaving a scorch mark on one of the sleeves.

He lowered his head, looked at the burning blade in his hand, and spit out a thick phlegm with faint blood.

"It's not good to spit anywhere, Senior Shangquan."

Huai Shi sighed slightly: "I heard that the people of Yingzhou are the most polite."

"Neither did you post a slogan prohibiting spitting anywhere."

Shangquan replied indifferently, glancing at his sudden indeterminate flash of light, "This is the only trick that makes me get up with energy, kid."

"The best you can be satisfied."

Huai Shi smiled: "Of course, if you think it's almost enough and you're happy, I can also welcome with your hands."

"This is just the end of the warm-up, Huai Shi."

Shangquan waved his hand, and the red blade broke in two, and he threw it aside without pity. Then, he hooked his finger at Huai Shi: "I heard that the goods on your side are good, but why are you so old? Senior has been standing here for so long, why don't you take the initiative to offer a hand gift?"

Huai Shi couldn't help sighing.

The old man is the old man, and the compulsion is extraordinary. Even if it comes to beating someone and pretending to be coercion, the victim has to provide the tools for the crime.

It seemed like it was an honor to be beaten up.

"Don't worry, sir, I'm still preparing here." He persuaded patiently, "I'm just worried that there are a lot of things, I'm afraid you are not easy to get."

Before the words fell, thunder broke out from the top of the dome again.

The thick water vapor rises up the dome against the earth, and in an instant, it turns into a dark cloud, thunder and lightning flashes, and a cold and stern light gleams.

Immediately afterwards, a slender blade slowly emerged from the forging of Thunder, and protruded from the clouds...

Then, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

After a few short moments, the iron light in the sky hung high, and countless Taidaos had been aimed at the thin figure of the old man, entwined with sparks of lightning, and their sharp edges were exposed.

"You are free."

Huai Shi smiled and spread her hands, "You can take as much as you want."

At that moment, the sky full of iron rain fell towards the earth, engulfing everything in an instant.

But in Huai Shi's gaze, everything seemed incredibly slow, and under the gaze of his full concentration, he could see the palm of the old man stretching out towards the sky at will.

He easily folded his fingers, clamped a sharp blade that went straight to the front door, and then randomly threw it towards Huai Shi.

Easy action, but burst out loud enough to suppress the thunderous sky.

After the Taidao whirling in mid-air was smashed all the way, I don't know how many of its kind, and swept towards Huai Shi's head. Then, Huai Shi held the hilt of the knife and hovered in the air.

There were fissures all over the blade, and it instantly shattered into dust.

But in the sky of sword rain, the old man laughed, stepped forward, freely holding an infinite number of weapons with both hands, swaying and slashing at will, then nailed the weapons that stab him to the ground. All the blades were defeated.

When the two Taito swords were in his hands, it seemed that the world was also revolving with his movements.

The hurricane lifted out of thin air and withdrew in all directions.

Countless sharp blades flew out under the coercion and nailed every inch of the earth.

Behind the wheelchair, the follower staggered back.

In front of countless flying knives, [008] stood still, his body was like a phantom, let countless knives pass through, indifferent.

As for Huai Shi, it has been swallowed by the storm.

That's right, the unspeakable storm, like a natural disaster, that cannot be avoided...

Right in front of him.

In his perception, the old man who was hanging down, as if he was about to die in the next moment, began to dissolve, collapse, and spread at this moment.

Detach from the outline of human beings and turn into an indeterminate, unspeakable, pervasive...storm!

When the two sword blades interlaced and fell, the storm of emptiness briefly projected a fatal gap from reality, but more often, there was no way to lock and detect it at all.

Where is the enemy?

everywhere!

The whole world has become its own enemy. Under Shangquan's sway, even the steel created by Huai Shi has also turned into a master's blade.

Pure and basic sword skills, in his hands, surpassed all secret skills and arcane legends.

Tang Zhu, upwind, cassock cut, reverse cassock, crosscut, thrust...

Obviously they are already familiar and accustomed to "beats", but in Shangquan's hands, they deduce the horror chapters that Huai Shi did not expect.

After Huai Shi’s body, afterimages flashed continuously, blades, sword blades, axes, halberds, chains and hammers, the source of weapons changed, the incarnation appeared, and then disappeared.

The number surpassed the opponent by dozens of times, but was easily suppressed by Shangquan.

In the air, only the sound of steel and steel colliding constantly burst out.

In Shangquan's hands, Taidao constantly cracked and cracked a series of gaps, collapsed under rough use, and was immediately pulled out of the ground by him at will, and once again beheaded towards Huai Shi!

"Ah, the silk and bamboo are beautiful, the dancing is wonderful... Huai Shi, am I visiting the kiln of Yoshiwara? It's all silly things."

The old man grinned hoarsely, "Why don't you see the Nautilus shelling? And your miraculous engraving? What about the sword of heaven that smashes the dark tide on the endless sea?"

"Why not take it out?"

He stepped forward, his skinny body drew near randomly. After crushing the afterimage, the sharp blade in his hand came out freely, penetrated through the air, and flew over Huai Shi’s face deeply. Nailed into the wall.

On the face covered with age spots, the eyes have already turned scarlet under the anger, like a ghost: "There is a limit to look down on people, kid!"

Huai Shi was expressionless, raised his hand, the sword of virtue swept across, blocking Shangquan's slashing track: "Have you not used the stigmata and your own extreme intentions until now?"

"Besides—"

He paused.

In his hands, thunder burst again.

The entire casting center suddenly shook, and loud and loud noises echoed each other in the ivory tower, and countless smoke and dust rose up, and was quickly sucked away under the frame of the Creator.

But at that moment, the terrifying power burst out from the roar of the entire casting center, the thunder brewing in the thundercloud, and the chirp of countless sharp blades, have gathered in the hands of Huai Shi.

Unlimited stacking!

It was difficult for the arm that had been turned into a steel structure to carry this jaw-dropping force, and as the iron fist advanced, it blatantly defeated the sharp blade in Shangquan's hands.

Facing his face, it smashed down mercilessly.

The ultimate symphony!

At that moment, Shangquan finally... took a step back.

The hideous smile dissipated.

The skinny body slowly slid out in the hurricane that broke out, as easily as a virginity guarding the wind, and quickly, once again stood still in the bushes of swords.

When he raised his head, he saw the figure walking out among the dust and broken iron.

Surrounded by thunder light and flames, Huai Shi dragged the solemn long sword in his hand expressionlessly, forward.

Glancing at the opponent in front of you.

Stunned.

"——Our people in the orchard gym, do you still have to rely on external plug-ins to clean up an old thing?"

(End of this chapter)