Apocalyptic Forecast

If Mr. Luo is here, I might praise Huai Shi for your shameless appearance.

But for Luo Xian, it doesn't matter whether there is another reason or whether Huai Shi may be a real genius. There is no difference, but ... he is more excited.

"In this case, I don't need to drain the water, is it okay?"

The cold brought by Luo Xian's smile suddenly jumped into the back of Huai Shi's forehead, and the hunch of death spread frantically from the skull.

Immediately after that, she came to Huai Shi abruptly, holding her short sword and stab towards Huai Shi's face.

That movement was so soft and smooth that it made people associate with it, and it felt like it was a gentle touch, but in fact, what went through the movements of the clouds and the water was the unmistakable killing intent.

Quick and fast, even with the prejudgment of the nihility mirror, Huai Shi is still almost scratched by this trick-too fast, her speed is so fast that she ca n’t prejudge, the first one in the heart of prereading In an instant, she was close at hand.

collapse!

The blade was blocked.

No tricks are used, but the most brutal way.

Strong to strong.

The fiery blood rose from Huai Shi's left arm, and a frantic force surged from his body, bringing him burning pain and nearly thundering power.

Huai Shi roared and stepped forward, pushing Luo Xian back again.

Luo Xian raised his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, after the combination of the sacred mark of the mountain ghost and the overrun state, it could reach such an incredible level.

The axe blade fell, and the hurricane violently blew up, tearing the ground beneath the foot, and the rift extended straight forward, instantaneously tens of meters, all the way to Luo Xian's feet.

Waving this power extravagantly, Huai Shi explored the upper limit that he could accept, and in an instant, he broke into the sky!

Muscle has its limits, even if the power used by everyone in the legend is only one-tenth of the muscle, as long as the shackles are released, it can explode to the point of fear.

But there are still limits.

The level of the mountain ghost mark itself is destined to exist this upper limit.

But the source quality itself does not have the so-called limit. After ignoring each person's special nature, transformation of rank and the total amount of source quality, the power of source quality was born from the power of soul and consciousness. It violates the basics of physics and thermodynamics.

It can reach the level of subverting the three major embargoes. As long as there are enough horror numbers, it may not be impossible to rewrite the world in the hands of the creator.

The breakthrough of the drummer and Yu Bu lies here. It is one of the most closely connected with the flesh in the use of thousands of source materials in the world.

It can help people break through the limit of their own muscle strength and release the destructive power far beyond their own through the combination of pure skills and source application.

By endlessly extracting the vitality around him, Huai poetry was able to transform a large amount of blood gas, which was continuously irrigated into the mirror of nothingness. With the power of this opening, it was possible to master it a few years in advance. This skill.

At this moment, he can feel that as the source material continues to be consumed, his own strength is constantly improving, and he is ruining this body that has been covered in dark wounds step by step.

He will die.

With the help of the mirror of nothingness, stingy and full use of every tendon, every bone, every joint, until the end, usher in a total collapse.

Go to extinction precisely.

Under such a crazy operation, he can feel his life shortening rapidly, as if squandering the power of his life in just ten minutes.

No, are there more than ten minutes?

How much time is left for him? ten minutes? five minutes? Three minutes?

How long can he enjoy this power beyond the limit before this false life is profligate?

He had already left behind.

"Come!"

The sword of virtue rubbed with the sacrificial knife, and burst into flames, illuminating the broken smile of the mountain ghost, and the fissure in the chest of the teenager burst into a fiery light.

He is burning, giving performances to his fans.

"Not waiting for me." He murmured softly, "Treasure this last meeting!"

Sword blade, come hacking!

collapse!

During the roar, Luo Xian raised his arms, and the long and short swords all over the crack chopped out, and dozens of silver-white steel glows were burned from the air. After the hurricane, it collided with the steel in Huaixi's hands.

Sparks are flying!

The sword was broken, and Huai Shi stepped on the money to attack, but Luo Xian took a step back, as if it had been calculated, as trampled, sometimes an iron hammer flew from the ground and fell into her hand, as she waved , Draw an arc from the air, and collide with the axe again.

The dazzling light flashed away.

"If I knew you could be so strong, I wouldn't have to wait so long--"

Luo Xian's expression became more and more pleasant. From the broken soul, the precipitation of the abyss danced into darkness and spewed out, almost engulfing Huai Shi.

Murderous.

"Do you know?" She stared at the teenager in front of the sword and suddenly said, "Father, he wanted you to kill me."

"Someone has pinned such unrealistic expectations on me."

Huaixi chopped off and refuted with a blank expression: "I seem to have said from the beginning, I learned these things, not to kill anyone!"

"--joke."

The metal collided, bursting into a sharp voice, but unable to suppress the laughter of former Luo Xian: "Aren't some people learning to kill people for the sake of peace in the world?"

"Maybe you don't want to believe too much--" Huai Shi couldn't help sighing: "I just would be purely free."

"I really like the way you talk about it, like a love story, you can always cheat girls who haven't seen it. In your plan, does this include me?"

Luo Xian chuckled lightly and stepped forward. The weapons in his hands were constantly rotating with her footsteps, even empty-handed. Thunder, thunderbolt, heavenly collapse, and ground sinking severely suppressed Huai Shi downwind.

One punch!

The axe in Huai Shi's hand came out of the air and flew into the air. Before it fell to the ground, it dissipated and condensed from Huai Shi's hand again, blocking the dagger she had picked up from the ground.

Almost through the thick axe, the sharp edge is only a line away from Huai Shi's pupil.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the cold light in front of him.

Unshakable.

"Yes, that's the look."

Luo Xian's voice came from his ears, as if whispering softly. As the crystal shoes stepped on, flashing appeared from behind Huai Shi, whispering in his ear: "From the first sight of you, I think we are the same person— "

"--We lived to the present by relying on what we killed. Huai Shi, if we want to survive, we can only kill more."

She smiled, staring at the same profile, and told him:

"we are the same."

"Do you also have magic long hair?"

Huaishi asked back, turned around, and cut the sacrificial knife towards her from this half step.

"Do you have magic hands!"

The axe chopped down.

"Do any animals talk to you!"

The spear swept.

"--Will there be a sister like me to help you solve troubles!"

boom!

The angry blade pierced through the air, and the straight wind left a deep score from the end of the far street.

Huaixi gasped, letting the blood fall from his face, staring at Luo Xian, who had stepped back to the distance, and told her word by word: "We are different!"

"I am Huai Shi, male, 17 years old, a high school student in Dongxia and a professional cellist and astronomical society action officer as well as a prince in a paradise, a disaster disaster musician, a trainee demon ... a lot of titles that are missing."

Huaishi raised her head and told her: "I, have a dream!"

"I want to protect my family, I want to live on my own and go ahead, I want to spend my life with respect, in my seventies and eighties, happy with my wife, children and grandchildren If you die, you'd better go to the card pool of any **** game, and let people krypton gold for me! "

"I want to live, I want to live better, I want more people to be like me!"

"and so--"

Huai Shi stepped forward and slashed to Luo Xian to declare: "I am different from you!"

Struggling as hard as possible, he broke the wind, crushed the ground beneath his feet, chased the changing shadow of Luo Xian, and cut off the long sword, short sword and axe blade in his hand ...

This is a chord with everything done.

This is a peak that has never been reached. The burning source is attached to the iron blade, and it emits a glow that cannot be seen directly by the eyes. As if breathing with steel, the power of the forbidden hand is exerted on each. Above an inch of steel, Tie burst out a roar echoing with Huai Shi.

Luo Xian stepped back and back again, and at that moment, Huai Shi's eyes widened incredulously.

In the reflection of the mirror of nothingness, she could not see her trace.

I could only see her twirling between the burning iron lights like flying, turning, landing, and unbelievably light, landing in the air, with her toes lightly on the ground, and her hands spread gracefully.

Since Long Xiang's attack, unscathed.

It was n’t an unexpected skill, and it did n’t even use the speed above the poems of Huai. It was better to say that it was more a natural reaction, as if it should be echoed by a dance partner. The person kept the most reserved distance, and left him a chance to kiss Fangze.

Huai Shi looked at her in amazement, unbelievable, and almost ignored the pain from his limbs.

"Ok?"

Luo Xian tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, his smile seemingly narrowed: "'Ballet', haven't you seen it?"

She tipped her toes again, perfectly showing the basic movements to Huai Shi from the spot, her eyes flickering and focused: "The song you just chose to play, I have heard ... It's Saint Sang's" Swan ", right?"

Huai Shi was silent, not knowing how to respond.

Her rhythm was completely broken by her.

No, maybe from the beginning, it was like a joke, right?

"I like ballet very much." Luo Xian said seriously, "Unfortunately, after only two days of study, the teacher drove me away ... But before that, I learned" Swan Lake "."

With that, she smiled softly, stepped on the silent beat, jumped from the pool of blood, whirled, turned her demure back, stretched her slender feet and arms, and whirled lightly.

As if dancing with a silent melody, beauty is incomparable.

Finally, she turned around, looked at Huai Shi, and asked softly:

"how about it?"

"Beautiful."

Huai Shi nodded, "It's really as beautiful as a swan."

That's right, like a swan dancing from a **** lake, it is a terrifying color, and a terrifying scene, but with her there, everything seems to be better.

Red swan.

"Not only ballet, painting, singing, even the violin I have learned."

Luo Xian suddenly said: "I have studied very hard, even if I haven't learned well ... watching movies, listening to music, cooking, knitting sweaters, helping the elderly and children, donating money to people in need, chasing stars, and falling in love. I have almost tried everything that makes people happy. "

She looked at the teenager in front of her, and sometime her smile disappeared.

"But I have never experienced the kind of happiness you said. Why is this, Huai Shi?"

She took a step forward and stared solemnly at the eyes of Huai Shi: "How can you be as happy as you? Can you please tell me."

"How should I become happy?"

"Please tell me."

She said, "No matter what you want, I can give you."

As if almost praying, she looked at Huai Shi's eyes expectantly, begging him for his mercy: "Please tell me!"

"..."

Huai Shi was silent, looking at her with pity, looking at her sore soul, and the darkness that had engulfed her.

Lips closed, but there was no way to tell.

Can only be silent silently.

As a result, Luo Xian lowered his eyes, as if expected.

"You can't help it, right?"

Since she was born, she has been looking forward to being able to experience the things in other populations, the happiness in the preschool story, the love in the fairy tale, and the happiness that exists at the end of each story ...

But what is happiness? What is happiness? What is love again?

"These things are deceiving, right?"

As if finally realized, Luo Xian murmured suddenly.

Those are deceiving things.

It ’s all ... lies!

It was a lie that everyone used to deceive her alone.

That's a treasure that only others can show off with her, and she has nothing.

"..."

In the long silence, Huai Shi dared not look at her eyes and sighed weakly: "I'm sorry."

"Is that true?"

Luo Xian's eyes gradually froze, no longer the enthusiasm and expectations just now, gradually, like an abyss, empty.

"Why don't you go? Huaixi, isn't the game over?"

She asked indifferently: "You have never come to the name, if you want, you can leave from here, right? Why do you want to stay with a female lunatic to play games?"

"I wanted to run, but I didn't run away. I didn't want to run later."

Huaishi said, "I want to save you."

Luo Xian froze.

In silence, as if hearing a great joke, he involuntarily raised the corner of his mouth, shaking his lungs, pulling the vocal cords, making a mocking and narrow laugh.

laughing out loud.

"Is this the case?"

It seemed that I finally understood what he had been trying in vain, but it was even more unbelievable and more ... ridiculous!

"You really are His Royal Highness Prince, Huai Shi."

She whispered softly, raising her eyes from a whisper, and toward the teenager in front of her, she showed the abyss and death like the nature of the abyss.

Countless blood turbulence, because the sound of thunder sounded in the distance.

The silence on the broken Long Street was torn apart, the corpses piled up in the mountains fell apart under the collision, and the curtain of blood rain was shaken and rolled to the four sides.

A sharp shadow emerged from the end of the blood rain, roared, and condensed its own form from the emptiness, and was called under the trampling of crystal shoes.

Under the dark green candlelight, the decayed and withered huge pumpkin was saturated with blood. Under the pulling of the bone horse, six huge wheels crushed the ground and burst into thunder.

Under Cinderella's prayer, the pumpkin carriage from the nightmare reappeared in this piece of hell, with a chilling breath.

"Then please dance with me, His Royal Highness."

Luo Xian stretched out his hand, stroking the face of the giant skeleton horse, and turned back to the distant poem Huai Shi to invite: "Like you standing on the stage at that time, shining, as if it could save everyone.

Please dance with me. "

In this way, he boarded the dead carriage and cast a last glance at Huai Shi:

"--I'm deeply ... love you."

As a result, the skeleton warhorse hissed, and the **** flames rose above the carriage, forming a kind of violent and violent violence. Regardless of his own strength and madness, the miracle of the paradise road was awakened, and he spit out the breath of death to Huai Shi.

The love of the abyss rests on it!

In the silence, Huai Shi sighed, pulled out the sword of virtue, and cleaved.

The iron hoof trampled on the broken road, the white horse returned from the void again, hissed, and saw Cinderella on the wagon in the distance.

A pair of eyes stared at Huai Shi.

Why do you always cause such troublesome opponents?

"Yes."

Huaixi scratched his head, "Why do you always encounter such a tough enemy?"

Thinking about it, there seems to be only one reason.

Probably this world is not good for yourself.

Isn't he lucky compared to others?

He hasn't fallen, he hasn't ushered in the unbearable suffering, torture and ravages, he has not been taken away by unreasonable and sudden death, nor has he been wiped out by this world.

He is still alive, still able to get up, and can continue to move forward.

So where else can I complain?

Now, the bitter water is over, and he has not died, so he cannot give up here.

"I'm going to fulfill the prince's duties."

Huaixi looked at the white horse and smiled and asked, "Can you help me?"

White Horse glared at him, wondering if it was annoyed or frustrated. After a short snort, he snorted and raised his chest proudly, beckoning him to hurry up, don't rub it.

Since Shen Jun is very.

Huai Shi grinned, turned his horse, and looked at the dark figure above the carriage.

"Ready? Your Highness Princess ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The prince of the paradise held the reins and sword in her hand and announced softly:

"--I'm going to go!"

Before the **** carriage, the two skeleton warhorse hissed uncomfortably and roared silently.

In the darkness above the carriage, there seemed to be a pleasant smile.

"Only you can bring me such happiness, Huaishi."

Luo Xian raised his hand, and a painful flame emerged from the ashes, covering the entire carriage. The power of the paradise road was traveling here, and she showed it in her hands, putting huge power on this chariot.

She gazed at Huai Shi's face, waiting for his final performance, the last trace of happiness she could seek.

Come on, His Royal Highness.

Please bring me the last happiness!