Apocalyptic Forecast

The sharp claw tips collided with the burning axe blade.

A huge force burst out, the entire building was shocked, and the two sides involuntarily took a step back.

The impact from the axe blade and the turbulence of the source quality made Huaishi's eyes black, and the untransformed wrath axe could not bear the alienated claws of the praiser.

In other words, the stave entwined on the alienated claws, among the pitch-black stave, a drop of pitch-black viscous juice falls. Eternal pain spreads like venom.

But now, the sharp claws burned by anger were quickly covered with a layer of white frost.

freeze!

"this is……"

The praiser was sluggish for a moment, looking at Huai Shi.

Just under the young man's feet, layers of frost emerged, slowly spreading in the performance of the bleak wind and blizzard.

After possessing the experience of Yunzhongjun's interference in the Four Seasons, the performance of the symphony has directly evoked the celestial phenomena of Frozen City.

This is after going through advanced and Shangquan's guidance, a higher level of extreme meaning...

"No, even if you're walking together and looking forward to death, that's not the case, right?" Huai Shi asked helplessly: "Aren't we happy just now? How do you turn your face and turn your face?"

"Huh? Didn't you agree to it? I'm following a request for material."

The praiser licked the frost color of his fingertips, tasted the residual smell of the axe of anger, and gradually became intoxicated: "Why can't it be with me? I will remember your generous sponsorship!"

Just in the reflection of the scarlet pupils, the body of the young man in front of him was surging with bright light-it was countless sweet and wonderful inspiration flowing from the living soul!

It makes people move the index finger!

Salivating...

"Please give me alms, Lord Huai Shi."

He spread his arms, laughed, and pounced on: "Save me from my troubles!"

The sacred hymn emerged from the pitch-black staff that wrapped around his body. With his movements, countless high-pitched neighs and fierce roars converged into a melody, playing the hymn of hell.

So tough, broke into the melody of Huai Shi!

It was as if he could hear the symphony praising the cold winter, cut into the phrase, interrupted the rhythm of Huai poetry, and attacked step by step.

Under the gray robe of the praiser, countless piano keys appeared on the deformed body, manipulated by invisible fingers, and once again played the hymn of hell.

Countless faces emerged from the pitch-dark movements that were as thick as silt, screaming and singing in the melody.

The **** disaster from the most blessed land condensed and formed, and dozens of pitch-black claws emerged from under the gray robe like living creatures, wandering around, stretching, and changing.

The concrete walls and the frozen ice for a long time were torn apart like tissue paper, and the buildings in front of them seemed to be toys torn by children.

But immediately after, they were crushed one by one by the flames of the axe blade and the long sword, and slashed!

The world is moving!

Since the fragmented melody, the magnificent melody resounded again.

The frost wind roared, and the symphony revived!

After crossing a long distance in an instant, that contemptuous face flashed in front of his eyes, and the spear roared, tearing the pitch-black claws, leaving a piercing gap in his chest.

Immediately afterwards, the five fingers closed and smashed forward.

——Triple Thunderbolt·Skyfall!

Amidst the roar, the praiser flew upside down, his arms in front of his face burst into a mass of plasma, and it grew rapidly again.

Then, those spreading staffs were burned under the chopping of the sword of virtue.

"What the hell!"

The praiser lost his voice.

Can't understand.

At this moment, under the constraints of the environment, the strength of the two parties themselves can almost be said to be insignificant. What really determines the victory or defeat is the attainments of being a disaster musician, the two parties' control of melody and music theory!

But why...

Will it be yourself if you are under pressure? !

Hundreds of years of sleepless performance and creation, after becoming a disaster musician, endless climbing and training, even at the expense of everything, came to where it is today.

As a result, his **** hymn was suppressed by a younger generation younger than his own?

His eyes widened in disbelief.

boom!

The diffused smoke was torn apart, and the axe blade entwined with frost and flame fell again. The chill and strength from the entire frozen city were pinned on it, and it easily defeated the defense of the praiser, leaving a deep depth on his neck. Of cut marks.

The blood spurted out.

Almost beheaded by a single blow...

But what made him more uneasy than this was the sudden change of melody and rhythm.

"Impossible... this is not classical music!"

The praiser roared and asked angrily: "What is this!"

"Rock, haven't you heard of it?"

Huai Shi tans his hands and replied nonchalantly: "Who has stipulated that the cello can only be played classically? Times have changed, friends, you have to rock!"

"A crooked door!"

The praiser roared, "Do you think you can beat me with such a shallow thing!"

"This is just rock and roll. If you listen to heavy metal, don't you want the whole family to explode?" Huai Shi shook his head: "Come on, friend, don't make excuses—"

The spear of compassion rushed forward, piercing through.

Under the swaying of clouds and flowing water, the hymn from **** was completely torn apart, and the poison spread in the scars, and from the body of the praiser grew strange flowers one after another.

Under the throwing of Huai Shi, it penetrated the body of the praiser, pulled him, flew out, and nailed him to the collapsed wall.

"If I were you, I would reflect on it."

Huai Shi raised her hand nonchalantly, wiped the blood off her face, mockingly asked: "I can't compare to others, is it because...well, my professional level is not good?"

"..." The praiser was stiff.

"At this level, what a disaster musician is."

He spread his hands and sincerely suggested: "Why don't you think about changing careers, saving the most blessed land, how about becoming an idol in your debut?"

At that moment, the eye pupils of the praiser almost shrank to the size of a needle.

In the unprecedented humiliation, the pale face became crimson, iron blue, pitch black, and even convulsed hideously and distorted. It is hard to imagine that a person's facial features can be distorted into such an inexplicable look.

In the end, those wide eyeballs burst open under the invisible anger.

Blood that was as thick as silt spurted out of it.

What followed was the neigh that made the entire frozen city tremble, countless ice ridges shattered and fell, the walls and the big earthquake trembled, and cracks emerged.

The body of the praiser quickly swelled and was torn from the inside out.

It's like removing the old robe.

Hands stretched out from his split chest, and then, a naked body, splendid wings spread out from his back, and a solemn halo emerged from the top of his head.

It is like an angel descending on the world.

Under the power of Gaia's blood, he finally restored his former posture in the blissful land.

Even, go one step further...The movement of countless abysses entangled his body, hatred, greed, and desire, all kinds of different meanings flowed out of it.

Completely giving up the duel between disaster and evil musicians, as well as his proud music knowledge, he will use his strongest power to kill this **** guy in front of him to the scum!

Huai Shi was already dumbfounded in the hurricane rushing towards her face.

What the hell!

Didn’t you say you are ready to compete on the same stage? Everyone is playing the piano well, so why do you turn into a second stage and turn the table up and stop playing?

He was in a hurry, he was in a hurry!

But the problem is... I seem to be in a hurry too!

"Ah, ah, I feel it—"

The admirer's face lifted, and six eyes fixed on the opponent in front of him: "A steady stream of inspiration is in your blood... Thanks to you, Mr. Huai Shi, I finally understand it!"

"Then you have to thank me well?" Huai Shi stepped back without a trace, and waved his hand politely: "Knock your head and apprentice your teacher. If you have a chance when you look back, you can set two tables and have fun together."

"I will."

The praiser raised his finger and grinned:

"——After using your bones and blood to compose a new melody!"

boom!

The substantive sound wave burst out suddenly, forming pitch-black claws without warning, and grabbed them toward Huai Shi's face.

In an instant, the axe that Huai Shi lifted was blasted into the air, and with him, he smashed into the battered building.

In the roar, Huai Shi smashed several walls in succession and fell into the dusty presidential suite.

Two bones that hugged each other fell from the sofa smashed by Huai Shi, fell to the ground, and weathered to ashes.

"Ah, sorry, excuse me."

Huai Shi got up embarrassedly, before he could help people condense the remains, he felt the low wind pressure from above his head.

The weird giant claws condensed again in the hymns of hymns, and after tearing the layers of the floor, they shot down towards Huai Shi, not caring about the small wound left by the spear, and slammed him under the floor.

In the successive collapses, Huai Shi penetrated the floors and fell into the banquet hall.

In a moment of trance, he seemed to fall into the illusion again.

In the warm breeze and incense, in the refurbished banquet hall, those in rags shared the last food and wine.

Everyone held their hands in the simple performance, dancing happily, smiling, singing in unison, without distinction of honor or inferiority, and there was no suffering or sorrow.

That is the scene before the extinction.

But soon, the phantom disappeared again.

Only in the dilapidated banquet hall, the dust flew and froze into frost.

A pair of leather shoes stopped at Huai Shi's feet.

"Have you thought about it, Mr. Huai Shi?"

The shop manager's phantom looked at the customer's embarrassed look, and smiled awkwardly and politely, "It seems that time on your side is waiting for no one."

"Think about it, think about it!"

Huai Shi nodded frantically, but before he could finish speaking, he was picked up again by the giant claws condensed in the void, clenched, smashed to the floor, and fell into the messy hall.

He raised a hand and rolled hard, avoiding an attack that was enough to crush himself completely.

Panting in embarrassment.

The flying dust, the shop manager's phantom reappeared, and pointed to the elevator behind Huaishi.

Without thinking, Huai Shi turned around, tried his best, ran wildly, smashed the broken iron door in front of him, and fell into the deep elevator shaft.

"Where are you going, Huai Shi!" The admirer smashed through the walls and smiled sharply: "The illusion can't save you!"

Huge claws appeared again, completely tearing and smashing the buildings in front of them, tearing everything apart and crushing them into dust, leaving no chance to take advantage of them.

Together with those phantoms!

The shop manager shrugged his shoulders indifferently, watching Huai Shi disappear from the back, letting his last remnants be torn apart by the claws and disappeared.

Only the corroded pin fell from the dissipated phantom, and the last glow emerged from the sound of fine collisions.

That was the emblem from the Astronomical Society before the long and long destruction...

When the world is destroyed, the earth falls apart, everything is shrouded in the endless cold, only the final mission is passed in the eternal illusion.

Send this remnant of the fire from the past to the hands of future successors.

At this moment, in the gloomy fall, the bright light once again emerged from Huai Shi's eyes, bringing a gift from a long time ago.

"Huai Shi——"

The dead soul asked softly:

"——What do you ask for?"

Huai Shi stretched out his hand and clenched the beam of light tightly.

At that moment, the final block was torn apart by countless giant claws, and the grim face of the praiser emerged from the crack.

Seeing the magnificent color of Gaia's blood, he stiffened for a moment, unable to conceal his panic, but when the light dissipated, Huai Shi's hand had only one more broken book.

Other than that, there is no change.

"what is that?"

The praiser sneered, "Your savior? A broken book?!"

He waved his hand, the movement of the abyss played again, dozens of giant claws emerged out of thin air, and he did not hesitate to attack.

At that moment, an illusion-like voice sounded from his ear ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the gentle recitation from Huai Shi.

Hoarse and low.

"Look, friend Sancho Pansa, there are more than thirty strangely big giants over there!"

As a result, in his hands, the bleak title of the book quietly appeared on the cover of that faded mottled classic.

-"Don Quixote"

At this moment, the ancient event record quietly collapsed, and countless light spots flew out of it, condensing into the outline of the card. An electric light like an angry dragon soars into the sky from the surface of the card, lashing at the sky and the earth, and sweeping away all monsters.

The thunder spread, and completely defeated the hymns and praises of hell.

In the end, a thin back figure walked out of nothingness.

"Every time you open your eyes, you can see new garbage..."

Under the electric light, the middle-aged man with long gray hair looked back and asked in a cold voice, "Boy, don't you have any respect for seniors?"

"Oh, what you said..."

Huai Shi shrugged and blinked her eyes shyly: "Isn't this matter of shaking people a fine tradition of our heavenly genealogy?"

Dead still.

The long silence.

Not only the praisers, at this moment, all the participants who saw the thunder of lightning, even the chess players outside the battlefield, as well as the bystanders in the hall of **** and the ruling bureau, were all caught in a sudden sluggishness.

In the dead silence, only the corners of Russell's mouth evoked a happy arc.

Did you finally understand, Huai Shi?

Taking the blood of Gaia as the source, recreating and recreating the records in the book of destiny, using the rules created by both the real world and **** in this gambling game, so as to overcome the limitations of time and life and death...

This is the golden finger that belongs to you alone in this game!

Seventy years ago, the Utopia deck that resounded through hell——

——[Thunder in the Four Seas·Ying Fangzhou]!

(End of this chapter)