Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 69: Old story

"Really, long time no see."

He Luo strolled in the rain, tilting his head and staring at the teenager not far away, one arm gestured slightly at the waist: "Last time, when I introduced the lost soul to you, you were so big."

"Wait a moment, what are you talking about?"

Huai Shi raised his hand, took off the right earphone, and looked at him suspiciously.

Didn't seem to hear it.

Unmoved.

"It doesn't matter, probably forget it."

He Luo strolled leisurely and uncharacteristically, "If you don't remember, it's actually a good thing, after all-your parents, I actually killed them myself."

He paused and tilted his head to remember: "You might be a bit embarrassed to say that you are still begging for mercy when you are dying, which is really a bit ridiculous."

Unexpectedly, the teenager was still calm, even slightly nodded.

"I actually agree with this point." He said, "After all, since childhood, they have not brought any good role models."

He Luo's eyes flashed in amazement, and his footsteps froze for a moment.

"I know you are trying very hard to make me angry, but unfortunately, what I lack most is actually calmness."

Huai Shi pointed to his head, his tone was soft: "So, there is no need to play those tricks anymore, just tell me directly-"

The gorgeous sacrificial knife collided with the invisible axe in the air, blasting sparks, illuminating the cold, iron face:

"——How do you want to die?"

The wind and the rain came and came!

The heavy rain curtain was torn apart during the chopping of the sacrificial knife. The weight of Huai Shi seemed to disappear, and it merged into the wind. In a flash, it was close at hand, and the knife and axe in his hand fell towards his face.

The steel collided and the sparks burst.

The two passed by, but the footsteps of Huai Shi suddenly came to a shovel, shoveling a splash of water from the water, turned around, and by virtue of the power of the gyration, pressed the weight above the blade and diagonally split!

Then, the strong wind screamed, and the long tail covered with scales pierced from under He Luo's windbreaker, and the sharp tail drilled into his throat like a nail, and finally flew across his neck. The right arm of He Luo's shoulder armature suddenly reversed 360 degrees, holding the sacrificial knife as if there were no joints. Then, the blade on the other arm chopped down.

Huai Shi tried to dodge, but the corner of his eyes jumped wildly, the cold spread, and suddenly leaned out.

Then, he saw a huge bullet hole in He Luo's windbreaker.

The shotgun held upside down in front of him had been aimed at his original place across the trench coat and pulled the trigger.

Iron rain roared out.

Immediately after, He Luo had a scar above his long tail.

Deeply visible bones, flesh and flesh rolled open to both sides.

From the tumbling on the ground, Huai Shi opened his hand, the invisible axe that flew out reappeared in his hand, and the blood of the source was stained with green blood.

Just like the blood color oozing from the scar on his neck.

Is poisonous.

The slivers of blue and black began to spread from the blood vessels of the neck. With the blood, it slowly extended to the face, leaving a sprawling cobweb-like texture.

Has won or lost.

"Why don't you see the trick you used last time?" He Luo slowly turned around and sneered in the corner of his mouth: "Otherwise, you won't lose so fast."

Feeling a slight dizziness in his head, Huai Shi raised his knife and took a picture of his face, suddenly nodding.

"Is it poisonous?"

He licked it with poisonous blood, nodded his mouth, nodded and said, "The taste is okay."

Fits up again!

Is incredibly fast, even above the previous speed!

In amazement, He Luo tried to retreat, but the blade was close.

After seeing the evil door of this knife, He Luo dared not let it scratch himself. The scimitar in both hands set up, trying to block the blow, but the moment the blade collided, he realized how outrageous his thoughts were. .

Unexpected huge power erupted from the blade, and the middle palace entered straight, like a broken bamboo!

Is this **** a knife or an axe?

Raised the shotgun in one of his hands to try to aim, while the other hand pulled the violent rain curtain of the body and rushed to Huai Shi. But the barrel of the shotgun hadn't had time to be lifted, and was held tightly by a cold hand.

Huai Shi poked forward, and looked at the poisonous rain coming from the face as if there was nothing.

Speed, burst again!

Speed up again!

In the wail of broken scales, He Luo roared, swept his long tail, and finally pushed the Huai poetry away, but a deep rift was cut out by the sacrificial knife in his chest, and a huge rift appeared on the solid steel skeleton. .

The tragic scars withered instantly and shrivelled into a stiff charcoal.

Touched a little bit, and then the powder was gone.

Immediately afterwards, the heart poison attached to the blade suddenly exploded. With the pain brought by the blade, the double impact of flesh and soul suddenly exploded, causing the Naga to emit a violent hissing, waving its weapons indiscriminately, intending to force The evil ghost staring back not far away.

Poison is effective!

Can be absolutely sure of this: no matter how strong the resistance is, he must be injected with serum immediately after being infected by the Naga poison, otherwise he will not die.

No, the dead kid should be dying now!

But now, the teenager who is like a ghost and has great fun in his blood is approaching step by step. The blades in his hands collide with each other, rubbing, and a sharp sound is emitted from the self-fired spark.

Was calm enough to be called an empty face, and finally a smile appeared.

"Do you miss the fogging ash from last time?"

Clearly should be so weak that the young man who can't move can sigh, "But it's a pity that I have just eaten the stocks, there is no leftover, you have to come early."

Said, he licked the corner of his mouth.

Then, the sword and axe struck!

He Luo roared, struggling to get rid of the pain caused by heart poison, rejuvenated, the huge body slammed towards Huai Shi, the machete in the four arms chopped, almost chopped the isolation pier on the ground. Smash.

But he couldn't cut the lingering ghost.

Is more than speed. When Huai Shi waved his sword, his strength exploded again, almost making him unable to grasp the machete in his hand, and his fingers were numb.

The sacred marks above the two levels of Huai poetry did not bring the power to crush, but seemed to be evenly matched, even suppressed by the thrilling knife in the hands of the teenager.

Whether it is a pure-hearted fighting technique or a dagger fight that reaches the pinnacle of ordinary people's imagination.

And even the axe that haunts!

Until now, he only found out where the ashes from the original Huai poems used as smoke bombs had gone.

Is right in front of him-countless fogged ashes rise from the body of Huai Shi, dancing like flames, engulfing the boy in it.

Seemed to be lit with the fire of despair even with him.

Those source qualities that had been transformed into material crystallization are now returned to the source qualities and integrated into his soul.

With endless pain and death together!

At that moment, He Luo finally understood: Not everyone will be free from the power of chickens when they are dying.

Some people ...... The closer to death, the stronger!

In his instant trance, thunder roared from the juvenile's body, and Huai Shi moved forward, shaking the Naga's great power, even if the skin on his arm cracked.

But after the broken skin, the fire of ash entangled in the texture was burning wildly.

When the pain of tens of thousands of people gathered in one place, it also brought out the anger of millions of people.

The source fluctuations beyond the limits of the ordinary sublimator burst out in his body like a tidal wave. Huai Shi stepped forward and the sword fell.

He Luo's left hand was empty, and the machete with cracks completely scored and fell apart.

Immediately afterwards, he lost the trace of the boy in front of him, and the pain came from his back. The sacrificial knife attached to the invisible axe has completely cut off the arm holding the shotgun.

Blood of poisonous blood, but could not cover the crimson eyes of the teenager.

Is like a fire reaching the limit in the furnace, even if the heavy rain in this world is exhausted, it cannot be extinguished.

The light is fanatical.

"Huohou has become."

After heavy rains, the crow standing on top of the tall building whispered softly: "You can only be afraid of pain when you are hurt.

Casts the abyss miracle according to this, your sacred mark does not come from the furnace and fire, but is forged by your body and soul.

It's only the last key, Huaishi ... "

With the sharp roar of the Naga, the long tail flew into the sky, whirling around, landed on the ground, twisting and twitching. But this time, the pain of heart poison was resisted.

Naga suddenly turned around, and the behemoth brought up a piece of rain, and once again revealed his soul ability, the sea of air came and wrapped the whole body.

The air becomes sticky like seawater, making it difficult to break free.

And the Naga was flying in this sea of air dexterously and freely, and suddenly stretched out his hand to Huai Shi.

Is too close.

Is close at hand.

Huai Shi couldn't dodge, feeling his shoulder was stuck with iron tongs.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining three arms came together like an iron hoop. After ignoring the blade and axe Huai Shi chopped on himself, and blocked all his dodge range, he grabbed him completely.

Belongs to the monster level of horror muscles burst, shrinking inch by inch.

He wants to crush Huai Shi completely in his arms.

Can almost hear the cry of Huai Shi's broken bones.

But immediately, he felt the pain on the ribs cut by the sacrificial knife suddenly and suddenly hurt, penetrated by one palm, the five fingers turned the internal organs, and contracted suddenly.

Then, between those five fingers, the invisible axe reunited, and a heart-wrenching torrent erupted from the inside out.

The severe pain overlapped in one place, and together with death, exploded thousands of times, forming a roar that the soul could not bear.

His arm loosened a thread and was freed by Huai Shi.

He Luo gritted his teeth, screamed, pulled off his trench coat at random, wrapped it around the scar on his chest, three arms spread out, soaring in the empty sea.

Revitalize!

Has reached the second stage of the sacred mark, and already has the terrible vitality of some legendary creatures. It's as if the once koala can still escape under the fire of the sniper rifle and automatic rifle.

Broke one arm and lost his tail.

Although he was hit hard, it was not to the point where he could not move.

And Huai poetry is already the end of a strong crossbow, as long as you add a force, you can crush and crush.

Then, he saw it, and Huai Shi quickly backed away.

With a smile on his face.

Just like this, he lifted his **** left hand towards him.

There is also a small circle that circling on the index finger.

There are still long and thin bolts on the ring, as if pulled out from where.

In the last moment, He Luo lowered his head in amazement and looked at the wound. Through the pain, he finally felt the iron nugget stuffed there, and the horror temperature that it was about to erupt.

Boom!

Poisonous blood erupts with the flame and the internal organs, spreading to the surrounding, like the dark green sparks that open in the air. In an instant, it melted into the rain again.

Only the broken limbs left falling from the air.

Even though the entire upper body and lower body have been blown up, the bones of Naga's comparable steel have never fallen apart ... He Luo's body fell from the sky and hit the burning basket.

Although he had lost most of his body and all his arms, his internal organs were burned to coke, but it was incredible that he was still alive.

Dying.

Under the scrubbing of the rainstorm, the surviving one-eyed eye turned hard, and it was difficult to stop the passing life.

Until now, Huai Shi finally relieved, and immediately fell to his knees on the ground, almost fainted.

The source fire was completely extinguished. He gasped tiredly, feeling the severe pain in his limbs and body. The front of his eyes was dark, and his ears seemed to beep continuously.

But he never lost consciousness.

Even though exhausted.

In the heavy rain, he staggered forward and broke the turbulent water on the ground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Finally, he came to the ground of He Luo and looked down at the greasy face.

I don't know why, and suddenly laughed.

Because of a joke, he wanted to tell him.

"In the past, a woodman went to the mountain to cut wood."

Said abruptly: "When crossing the bridge, his axe accidentally fell into the river. But this is his only axe. He was sad, so he cried, cried, just like you.

At this time, the river **** appeared from the river and asked him kindly ... "

Huai Shi raised the hands of the sacrificial knife and the invisible axe, placed it on his shoulder, and asked along with the river god:

“——Will you drop the gold axe or the silver axe?

The Naga's eyes widened, her lips opened hard, but there was no sound.

"Yes, the woodman said the same as you."

In the silence, Huai Shi nodded approvingly: "Then, He Shen said: You are really an honest good boy, give you these two axes!"

Then, the sword and axe staggered around the neck of the naga.

In the nearly roaring steel tweet, the last poisonous blood spurted out on both sides.

A skull full of scales rolled to the ground, no sound.

This is the ending of this story.

Fuck the **** of the river, **** the gold axe, **** the silver axe, **** the woodcutter ... **** everything!

Those old stories are too long.