Apocalyptic Forecast

At this moment, Huai Shi's tears almost flowed out of grief and anger, dodged in embarrassment under the fierce attack, twitching from time to time because of the tingling pain.

Everyone knows the principle, how many things can be done?

Why is the pigeon so big?

Who knows!

He just likes to think in his mind, how can he be pure and single-minded?

Unless you have decades of hard training and pondering, or immediately perform an operation on yourself, and work **** your brain and soul.

Otherwise, how can someone who has been full of minds for more than ten years and believes in Ma Youyan and doesn't know what **** he can come up with in the next second, can he instantly become such a focused seeker without distracting thoughts?

He had never thought about this kind of thing!

It was after seeing through this point that Luo Lao gave up and continued teaching, and grew up barbarously anyway.

I just received 100,000 yuan, and I just taught you so much to lose money. I can't make it and my blood pressure and lifespan can't pass.

Moreover, Huai Shi’s comprehension in fighting and fighting... is just as ordinary. Compared with Luo Xian, it is comparable to a stubborn stone, and he can barely add some impression points to be able to get the edge of the middleman.

Being able to get to where he is now is really not relying on my own comprehension and talent, but on the other side's talent for playing so high that it has never been seen before.

Without the unreasonable skill of playing, Huai Shi would have been killed in the corner.

Where can I live till now?

"It's not that I said, Lao Ying, I just play the piano, I can't get up as a conductor, you think too much, it's completely different from my professional requirements!"

Huai Shi dodges embarrassedly, "I really want to fix my thoughts on one voice and one instrument. Symphony simply won't work, then I will... wait!"

Here, Huai Shi's soul trembled suddenly.

It seemed as if there was an electric light flashing by.

Ming Wu emerges.

"Who said that if you have more, you can't concentrate?"

He muttered blankly, ignoring the hurricane in the back of his head, soaring into the air, and then passing the poisonous and corrosive soup spouting from the iron pan.

Finally caught a little something.

It seems that he understands again.

"Since different plans can be messed up at the same time, isn't it the order of arrangement and priority?"

It is not important to have different sounds at the same time.

What is important is the effect achieved after combining with each other.

Hundreds of limbs, nerves and muscles, and even the movement of the essence and the rhythm of the soul.

Just like the high, middle and low voices must be combined in an orderly manner, string group, wind group, percussion instrument group and color instrument group...

Each is in position, each is in its own place, and each is in accordance with its order.

Only in this way can the sound be played smoothly.

Thoughts went round and round, from confusion to comprehension, to confusion, and finally to comprehend again, but found that he had already returned to the original point without knowing it.

Huai Shi whispered suddenly:

"—Isn't this a symphony?"

Regardless of the constant burst of tingling, the Spear of Compassion tore through the gravy spreading on the ground, and separated a straight path from the burning earth.

Huai Shi broke in and swept across the bone-cutting giant knife and giant shovel.

The sword of virtue was raised again.

Aimed at the body of the chief chef.

Head? Four arms? Neck? Legs? Or this huge mouth on the chest?

Are those distracting thoughts getting in the way?

Is it necessary to have a pure thought?

As the thoughts turned, the tingling pain continued to emerge from the whole body, the turbulent source material surging, and the endless perfusion, the light above the blade surging, illuminating the smile of Huai Shi.

At that moment, Ying Fangzhou frowned and shook his head unhappily: "Wrong."

"No, that's right—"

Huai Shi whispered softly, and in this short moment, took a step forward and pierced toward the opponent in front of her.

The sword of virtue screamed.

Dozens of tiny cracks appeared on the blade, clanging and trembling, unable to withstand the power that was placed on him in this brief moment.

Not only the power of the mountain ghost, the sky above the head, the ground below the feet, the perception of wherever it passes, and even the Lei Lao in Yingfangzhou was slightly shaken, blending into the rhythm created by Huai Shi.

——Heaven and earth symphony, ring here!

The melodious tone above thunder bursts out, playing in the bloated body of the arrogant chef.

In an instant, through.

A huge crack emerged from the chef's back, blood and broken bones gushing out.

But the chief chef didn't realize that, still grinning, his giant hand suddenly grabbed Huai Shi's arm, and the bone-cutting giant knife in his other hand was raised and aimed at his face.

This time, I won't let you run away again...

And Huai Shi did not try to escape either.

Still, standing still.

He just looked up, looked at the fat opponent in front of him, and smiled, as if the battle was over.

Immediately after that, the huge knife that was about to be cut down solidified in the air.

Stiff.

The head chef's complexion changed suddenly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

The violent tremor spread from the wound, like a wave, making the flesh surging. The turbulent power and rhythm echoed in his body.

At the beginning, there was only a small, low, sad voice, like a groan, but then, the thin line of noise suddenly burst like a sea tide, swept, and enveloped every inch of the limbs. Even his own power and the frozen soul in his body were dragged into the unreasonable turbulence and became part of the chain reaction.

The bones are the tubes, the muscles are the strings, the internal organs are the drums, and the lungs are turned into horns. In the end, a roar resembling a high-pitched roar resounded under the violently swelling Roshan.

The mighty melody galloped and reverberated freely, destroying his body and soul, sending out this unspeakable and wonderful song.

Taking the legendary witch dancing and spelling the night of Valpus as the source of inspiration, the symphony composed by Mussorgsky, the composer of the Russian Federation two hundred years ago, is called "Night of the Barren Mountain".

At this moment, with the bloated and huge body of the chief chef as the stage, the screams of witches and demons, and the dark souls once again appeared on the stage, accompanied by the strange and solemn melody, spreading in his body wantonly.

The bone chopping knife, the giant spatula, the rolling pin and the iron pan fell off the twitching arm, and then, there was the skin and the rolled muscles, and even the collapsed bones!

The tragic roar and scream blended into the melody spreading in the body, and even formed part of this cruel performance.

The flesh and blood sang loudly under the extreme meaning of Huai poetry as if they were activated.

The sound of bursting and breaking was endless, and cracks emerged one after another from the huge body. In the end, the chief chef knelt on the ground with difficulty, his face covered with fleshy folds was full of sluggishness and horror.

Can't understand.

"Then...what is...?"

In the silence, Huai Shi looked down at him, thought for a moment, and answered seriously:

"This is called art."

The thunder light passed away in a flash.

As the roar spread, the corpse that had lost its soul fell to the sky without a sound.

And Huai Shi looked back outside the dissipated thunder prison.

Ying Fangzhou with a gloomy expression.

Smile happy.

"How?" he asked.

Ying Fangzhou didn't speak, and even bothered him.

He only felt that there must be something wrong with this person.

A breakthrough is a breakthrough, but why is it so irritating?

After spending so much time and effort, I managed to lead this thing into the gate of the purest realm. In the blink of an eye, the product was backed out of the warehouse, and it went wild all the way, beginning to be barbaric on an unexpected road. Growth, and discovered this evil technique of using opponents as musical instruments...

After intensively integrating the power of self and the environment, he forcibly resonates with the other party, and then compresses the entire movement of the performance in an instant, and then pours it into the other party's stomach.

It shows vividly, what is meant by dragging the opponent into the same field and defeating him with skillful experience...

Just seeing Huai Shi's triumphant look, he couldn't help but want to beat up this stuff now. But the other party has over-completed the trial set by him, yet Ying Fangzhou, who is a self-conscious senior, feels helpless.

"What are you doing stupidly?"

Ying Fangzhou turned around angrily, "Go!"

"Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ OK."

Huai Shi nodded, chasing behind and said with emotion: "However, what did you think of my hand just now? How? Under your request, I really enlightened and realized it in an instant. If it weren't for your guidance, I All still..."

Boom!

Lei Guang burst out suddenly.

The dazzling bright light fell from the sky and gathered in Ying Fangzhou's hands. The terrifying heat spread, scorching and melting the ground under his feet.

A premonition of death suddenly emerged from Huai Shi's heart.

And at that moment, Ying Fangzhou suddenly turned around, holding the thunder spear that was full of intense light in his hand, aimed at the sluggish Huai poetry, and flew out!

Then, wiping Huai Shi's dull face, he flew behind him.

He was held in his hand by a scorched palm that had already died, and after burning most of his body to fly ash, he was completely crushed. Immediately afterwards, the palm of the huge body on the ground suddenly protruded and pressed Huai Shi's shoulder.

Squeeze.

"Mr. Ying, your thunder seems to be the same as yourself, the old one is outrageous."

The familiar voice sounded from the mutilated corpse, and the bloody, burnt face came out from behind Huai Shi's shoulder, and greeted him playfully.

The rotten flesh and blood rolled over, and an unseen middle-aged face appeared, but the nasty smile and eyes filled with madness and mocking made another name suddenly appear in Huai Shi's mind.

——Golden Dawn Woodman!

"Finally recognized it?"

Woodman, who rested on the remnant body, grinned: "Long time no see, Huai Shi, miss me?"

"Yes."

Huai Shi smiled and nodded: "I think you are dead."

At that moment, the outline of the sword of virtue reappeared, and the sharp blade penetrated his rotten face like a broken bamboo.

Blazing light bursts out!

(End of this chapter)