Apocalyptic Forecast

In the brief silence, behind the wheelchair, the entourage couldn't help shaking.

Swallowed and spit.

arrogance.

The invisible arrogance rose from the deadly field, it was like a real anger, lingering on the skinny old man, just a vain idea, ravaged the earth to collapse, and steel appeared in the cracks.

The Wrath of the Juggernaut.

"It's really sad." Shangquan sighed slightly: "Young people nowadays don't know how to respect old people?"

Huai Shi shrugged slightly: "I have to say, it was you who attacked first."

"Those things don't matter."

Shangquan clicked his mouth, his voice hoarse: "The point is, I suddenly don't want to show mercy to my subordinates."

"To each other."

Huai Shi responded indifferently.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his skills were even compared with Yoshihara's singer game by the old thing in front of him. This really made Huaishi a little broken.

But breaking the defense is breaking the defense.

He was in a hurry.

Anyway, if Huai Shi doesn't believe it, can this old ghost kill him?

Besides, he has a way to deal with this kind of veteran who has a bad personality and likes to abuse food.

"Come!"

He provocatively hooked his fingers and grinned: "Let me come in as a late-school student, come and learn about the gap between myself and the Yingzhou Juggernaut!"

"Don't worry, I will use the knife back."

Shangquan's thoughtful answer, after a short pause, as if talking to himself, mumbled vaguely: "But...if you are killed by a knife, you can't blame someone else?"

Huai poetry, instant stiffness.

Feeling like a substantive cold confided from the old man's vague words, spreading, and swallowing himself like a nightmare of grinning.

Darkness billowed from beneath that old and decayed face.

Immediately afterwards, as the sword's edge danced, the earth became unbearable, and the deep fissures moved forward, spreading straight, across the long distance in an instant, and came to Huai Shi with death.

Countless steels gathered and walls rose from the ground, but they were quickly enveloped from the bottom up by the expanding fissures.

Fractured from the middle.

The sixteen-layered wall was easily slashed by the pressure of the will entangled on the sharp blade, and the sharp wind cut Huaishi's cheeks, causing bursts of tingling pain.

A ray of light fell through the straight crack and hit his face, allowing him to see the rickety figure stepping forward.

But before he gasped again, he heard another...steel wailing.

In Shangquan's hands, the ordinary Taidao whispered, swinging horizontally, and immediately, the 16th-layer steel wall that was blocked in front of him was torn again.

Cut in half!

The crisscrossing cracks turned into an error-free cross. Under the cutting of the sword, the beauty of mathematics and the beauty of destruction were freely revealed.

And just outside the collapsed iron wall, the thin figure of the old man had dashed like a ghost, and after one step across the moat that was enough to make the ruined body desperate, the sword of slaying ghosts and slaying gods had already pierced the face of Huai Shi. !

What responded to him was the piercing light of thunder.

It is as if the light of the world converged here, forming a torrent of anger in the hands of Huai Shi. The moment he left his hand, it was like Yinglong galloping above the sky, rushing towards Shangquan with pure destruction.

The dazzling thunder light was like flowing water before the sword's edge rolled. It was easily entangled on the blade, unable to go any further. Instead, it was overwhelmed by the will on the blade, and turned towards his own creation. Who issued a backlash!

The Sword of Seven Seas burst into a tidal sound.

Under the impetus and acceleration of extreme intentions, pure quality swayed out of Huai Shi's hands.

At the moment when the sword and the sword collided, the lightning exploded and melted countless broken pieces of iron into a slurry, illuminating the aging face and the pair of eyes filled with weird darkness.

"Look, Huai Shi."

Shangquan's face leaned forward slightly and grinned: "What's the use of insufficient quality, no matter how much quantity?"

With a thin body, it actually suppressed Huai Shi's sword of the seven seas, and it was in line with this huge power, not giving way.

Under his feet, the earth collapsed, and the sharp blade in his hand was wailing, but it created a jaw-dropping miracle. With such an ordinary quality, it competed with the fusion armed with the dual powers of Afang and the Sword of Virtue!

Under the will of Shangquan.

Even the unbearable iron, once held in his hand, is a killing tool that can compete with any magic weapon.

Now, the Taidao created by Huai Shi himself exudes a terrifying and fierce power that Huai Shi himself could not imagine.

"Let me guess, do you think this is the ultimate intention?"

Shangquan smiled strangely, "Too rigid, Huai Shi."

He waved his hand, easily swung the Sword of Seven Seas aside, and pierced it again. Under the bombardment of the Hammer of Pain, he took a step back lightly, turned around, stepped forward on the hammer, and pressed closer.

"What is Ji Yi, Huai Shi? Why have you never thought about it?"

The stern cracks spread from the wall. Under the sword blade that slashed far away, Huai Shi retreated awkwardly, hearing the hoarse words echoing in the wind: "The ultimate intention is to drink water, to pee, and to pee from the chopsticks. The diced beef is something you believe you can do for granted.

Everything should be like this. "

A hundred steps away, the old man glanced at his embarrassed look calmly and mockingly said: "It's just that some'handicapped' feel that they can't do it, and others shouldn't be able to do it..."

Would you ask why the apple fell from the branch? Do you ask why the stars are moving in the night sky? Do you ask why birds fly by nature?

Why is the ideal country so brilliant? Why can the Administration keep everything running as usual? Why can the Survival Institute block all disasters?

Do you ask how the Astronomical Society can control the entire world?

Even unbelievable.

But this is a matter of course.

Can do it, and do it.

As for the others, it doesn't matter at all.

It is not something out of reach, and there is no mysterious veil. It is the crystallization of boldness from the strong, the soul essence of the seeker, and the determination of the swordsman to win...

At the end of the road, I want to live on my own!

That's it!

"Is it the ultimate intention to cut the earth? Is it the ultimate intention to smash the steel?"

In the iron rain swept and covered, he moved forward slowly, just like strolling in a leisurely courtyard, and asked casually: "Your symphony is the ultimate, but your beat, your resonance is the ultimate?

Does this blow from you represent Ji Yi itself? Does your breath at this moment belong to the category of extreme intentions? What are you brewing quietly? Is the hidden tweet behind you Ji Yi itself? "

The Juggernaut laughed, and clenched the sword in his hands with both hands and cut it down.

The thunder screamed.

The black cloud in the sky dissipated from this sword, only the mighty lingering sound of the bell reverberated.

The Sword of Heaven has reappeared!

In the terrifying impact, Huai Shi slid back several meters, his arm broke and blood flowed out. But he rushed forward again as if there was no pain, the axe in his hand was here again.

At this moment, the remnants of the black cloud dissipating, the wailing of thunder annihilation, the majestic sound of the entire casting center, and even the waves caused by the operation of the ivory tower frame.

And, his heartbeat, the fluctuation of the source quality, the power of the soul and even the stigmata are all combined into one.

Since this surpassed the thorn of the past, there has been an unprecedented brilliance!

In response, it was like a sword when the bright sun rises from below the horizon.

The majestic radiance, the lofty sentiment that envelops the world is pinned on this sword.

Towards the climax of the symphony, cut out!

It was the unparalleled swordsmanship that smashed the entire frontier and rocky island with one blow in the past.

——A knife in the day!

"Look, that's it, Huai Shi."

In the spread of the terrifying waves, the old man’s white hair was dancing in the wind, laughing excitedly, and he was delighted by the breakthrough of his opponent:

"You use it as a winning card, but you never realize that it is yourself.

——Remember, I am very willing! "

Mingming once again had a new understanding of his own power, and he was clearly a step closer... But Huai Shi did not have joy or happiness in her heart at this moment.

Because of the old man in front of me.

Like lava spewing out of a silent volcano again, a dazzling light appeared in the pitch-black eyes.

"Now ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ teaching time is over——"

Shangquan took a step forward and easily defeated Huai Shi's counterattack again, "Next, it's time to suffer!"

boom!

Under the slash of the blade, the flail formed by the serpent and the wolf head wailed and was knocked down and flew out.

The blade of resentment screamed, pierced again, but was opened by Shangquan.

Haydn's "Twilight Symphony" instantly collapsed under the impact of this discordant sound.

"Too blunt, too rough, Huai Shi." He shook his head disdainfully: "Except for the drummer's vigorous method, there is simply no skill at all."

The answer to him is the thrilling quartet of fate knocking on the door!

The combination of the sword of the seven seas, explosive hammer, axe and halberd, and weird sword-rising from the ground, smashed the old man's blade without warning, breaking through Shangquan's defense and driving straight forward.

For the first time, he took him a step back.

But then, under the block of Broken Blade, he stopped in front of Shangquan's neck.

"This is art, old man, don't you know how to appreciate it?"

Huai Shi shook his head and sneered at each other: "Just useful, don't worry about it too much."

The Sword of Seven Seas fell again.

The sound of the tide and waves gathered on the blade, and the impact of the mass drove the old man back again and slipped a few meters away.

But still, never hit his target.

——Neck.

"You are too obsessed with decapitation, boy."

He raised his palm and touched his dry and slender neck, like a wheat stalk, that would break with a little effort, but it was this dying body that beat Huai Shi without a fight. force.

Now, he threw off the broken sword in his hand, once again, drew a handle from the ground, and swayed it twice at random.

"Let me, instead of Luo Siwei, teach you a truth."