Pioneer Knight

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Who is willing to endure the whip and ridicule, is oppressed by others, and is everywhere humiliated and despised; who is willing to work silently but can only get more humiliation and torture; who is willing to let the half-dead life be full of moaning and sweating.

Survival or death is a problem. Fear of death, the unknown after death, make the suffering people have worries, and the worries turn people into cowards. .

Survival or death is a problem. For Hughes, if he cannot successfully climb to the top of the pyramid, he would rather die.

Hughes took a deep breath, calmed the slight tumbling of blood in his chest, and calmed the slightly hot head. Looked at the beautiful jadeite in front of it, will it be a beautiful bubble, and will break your dream at any time!

Raise your legs, step forward, and move forward. The speed is not fast, and there is no trace of hesitation. Either succeed or die, nothing more.

That's all? If you let ordinary people face it, is there such an open mind!

When entering the puddle, Hughes felt that the soul had disengaged from the body. The body could not do any command of the brain. Even, Hughes felt that there was only a sober brain left, and the other bodies had been separated.

"What should I do, I can't control my body anymore." Hughes realized that he was like an outsider, watching his body slowly moving, but there was nothing he could do.

"Stop!" shouted loudly in his heart, but his body remained unmoved.

Slowly, approaching, Hughes' body was pulled to the water column by a certain force. At this point, Hughes opened up and instead reached out to grab Jadeite, not knowing whether it was an illusion. At the moment of grasping Jadeite, the light of Jadeite suddenly lighted up, and the time was short, so short that it was doubtful It’s just an illusion. However, when Seuss seized the emerald stone, he suddenly had a feeling of returning to the soul. At least, he could move freely now.

Zuobo took a step forward violently, as if to look more closely, "How could this be, according to the record, he should have been broken down long ago. Could it be... Could this be impossible!" Zuobo suddenly rushed to Xiu Sri Lanka.

Waco also wanted to keep up with the conditional reflex, but hesitated to take it back after taking a step, it was better to be careful.

Just in the blink of an eye, Zuobo rushed to the puddle, but when he wanted to move on, a shimmering, almost transparent light cloth stood in front of him. "Broken!" Zuobo shouted and reached out. The right hand that contains Zuo Bo's whole body strength is like an indestructible blade, and can even tear the space. But when his hand collided with Guangbu, it was like a hammer hitting the air, and nothing happened.

"How could this be...not good!" Zuobo suddenly couldn't sense the feeling of the finger, as if the finger had been separated from the body. Zuobo wanted to withdraw, and a strange thing happened. He wanted to use force, but he didn't focus on it. It seemed that his soul had been removed from the body, and the body no longer obeyed any of his commands. To put it more bluntly, no matter how strongly Zuobo wants to do something, Vaco's body will not listen to him. The two seem to be two independent bodies that do not interfere with each other.

The tactile sensation of the wind blowing through the skin, the beating of the heart, these sensations on the human body can no longer be felt. If it was not his thinking that was still clear, he even suspected that he was dead.

Then even more terrible things happened, Zuobo's right finger disappeared, just like a petrified thing disappeared in the wind, silently, and what made people feel more horrible is that in the face of the decomposition of the finger, Zuobo didn't even have one. Ding Dian felt as if watching someone's fingers breaking down.

For the first time, Zuo Bo felt that he was so fragile, that he had no chance to resist at this moment of life and death.

"Damn, what the **** is going on!" Zober made a heartbreaking call. Of course, this was just his personal feeling. In fact, his mouth never moved, and he couldn't move.

Zuobo desperately wants to retract his hand, but he can't achieve such a simple movement with all his efforts. Seeing that half of his arms were broken down ruthlessly, Zuo Bo recalled a warning passed down from generation to generation, "If you can't get the approval of the power of fate and try to seize it, you will be broken down ruthlessly, please be careful!"

"Aren't I abandoned by the power of destiny!!!" An incredible emotion came out of Zuobo's heart. He always believed that he could find the power of destiny, always thinking that he was the power of the power of destiny. Dreaming of a bright future with the power of destiny, today, all this will go away with the wind, and even pay the price of life!

Looking at Zuo Bo's twisted face and the danger he is currently suffering, Hughes could not help but bear a sense of intolerance, especially when thinking of his care for himself along the way, Hughes felt that he should do it for him Order something.

Hughes reached out and pushed, before touching the other person's body, Zorbo, who had been stuck with light cloth, flew backwards.

Waco has been standing back and observing, remembering the benefits of destiny, will he regret his life without trying? Seeing what happened to Zuobo, Waco naturally knew that there was a certain danger, but compared with the benefits, he should try to fight.

Waco certainly didn't know anything about Zuobo's situation that he could not express in words at all. He just wanted to believe what he saw. He only saw that Hughes reached out and wanted to catch Zuobo, and Zuobo could only Withdrawn.

Waco certainly wouldn’t believe Zuobo’s words that “the successful get the power of fate, the loser perishes”. Well, he just wanted to use these words to scare himself off. He’s not dead yet. Human guy.

As long as there is a retreat.

With this idea, Waco jumped high, and the big knife in his hand suddenly slammed after rotating 180 degrees in the air.

With Zuobo's lesson, Vaco will use his vitality more to retreat at any time. The knife seems to be fierce, but in fact the strength is not strong.

The same bizarre thing happened, the knife silently touched the light cloth, after which the blade was quickly broken down. Waco is not in a hurry, constantly improving his strength, in order to break through the obstacles of the light cloth. However, when he raised his energy to about 80%, and Guangbu still had no waves, Waco thought about the retreat.

The light cloth, which was originally transparent and imperceptible, seemed to absorb some power, and slowly became clear, and even radiated a colorful light on the surface of the light cloth. When Waco wanted to turn around and retreat, he found that the transparent cloth seemed to be sticky, even sticking the knife firmly. Facing this situation, Vaco immediately wanted to abandon the knife, but the tragedy happened again. Vaco wanted to let the knife go, but his hands continued to clench without listening to the instructions. What happened to Zuobo just happened to Vaco again.

Soon, the steel knife was decomposed entirely, and immediately afterwards, he began to decompose Waco's hands.

There is no pain, no consciousness, but the eyes can clearly see that his hands are turned into small dust drifting with the wind. Vaco felt like he was dreaming, a real dream, a dream that might no longer wake up.

Waco shouted in horror at the thought that he might have been broken down like this. Although it felt like he was yelling loudly and loudly, in fact his mouth never moved.

"Save me..." Although his mouth couldn't move, his dark eyes revealed the helpless, helpless message unabashedly.

Since Zuobo can leave this ghost thing, it means that there must be something that can help himself, and the most likely thing is this little **** in front of me! Although he was very reluctant to ask the other party for help, in the face of life and death, Vaco finally showed a pitiful appearance in order to win the sympathy of the other party.

Hughes looked at the horrified face and pitiful gaze, who would have thought that the incomparable Vaco would have a low voice for a moment. So it’s impermanent, so don’t get so dragged when it’s okay.

As Huss rescued himself out of humanitarian intent, he saw the violent ferocity deep in Waco's eyes. Hughes suddenly came up with the idea: Wa Waco is a thankful person, will he kill someone to save his face after I save him! The farmer saves the snake, but it is too much to happen to be bitten by the snake.

Hughes thought about what Waco did and said all along the way, and found that Waco was not worth someone to save him!

Waco seemed to see that Hughes could not save his thoughts, and his eyes suddenly became fierce and vicious. The eerie feeling even made Hughes feel a little cold.

"Hurry up to save Lao Tzu!" Although he could not speak, Vaco still conveyed the thoughts in his heart unmistakably.

A beggar can't become a celebrity even if he wears a famous brand. A rogue can't express the temperament of a gentleman even if he wears a suit. A temperament and prestige that is cultivated by long-term living habits can't be expressed and replaced by several clothes. Training the powerful Vaco from life and death, even if he can't move or luck at this time, just relying on a kind of deterrence that is revealed during the usual vicious struggle makes Hughes feel cold.

The strength of the strong includes the level of practice and the old ways of experience, as well as a kind of mentality. This is the conclusion drawn by Hughes at this time.

He can't live by doing evil, does he just have a good heart in the blow? Since he is not benevolent, he doesn't have to be loyal. Hughes once again found a reason for not saving himself.

The helpless Vaco had to pin all his hopes on the old friend Zuobo, but unfortunately he couldn't turn around, he couldn't call for help, he couldn't see what Zuobo was doing at this time.

At this time, Zuo Bo has completely lost his mind, and his dream for many years is now ruthlessly broken in front of his own eyes. Frustration, disappointment, depression, despair, all kinds of emotions rushed to the mind, and even a suspicious thought appeared and disappeared in the brain.

"How come this is the case, why did you choose him! In terms of strength and potential, I am better than that kid in any way, why and why did he choose him!"

"Most of the hard work in my life was just to marry a girl!"

A heavy tiredness climbed into my heart, Zuobo just wanted to stay awake and stay awake without moving, and too lazy to move!

Waco knew that he was finished. At this time, he had only one head left in the air. Even if he now got rid of the light cloth, he could not survive with only one head.

When I saw Bella’s soul in Hanoi’s Hanoi, there was always anxiety in her heart. When she was leaving, the meaningful sentence "I am waiting for you to come down" actually gave herself a thrilling effect. Long-term training career makes me particularly sensitive to the sixth sense, and it is this sensitivity that makes me escape the blockade again and again. So when I felt the danger in the third trial, I did not hesitate to retreat. Zuobo's lobbying and export restrictions allowed him to stay, and his curiosity and greed about the power of fate brought him here with Zuobo.

I'm not reconciled...

Vaco stopped struggling with his fate, remembering his life experience, and suddenly felt good to see Bella again, her youthful breath, lively smile, and... her attractive body, entangled inextricably. Thinking of myself.

"Bella, are you really waiting for me." Vaco said to himself, his uncontrollable lips turned up slightly, leaving a beautiful arc.

Without any sound, a generation of bullies, Vaco, quietly disappeared into Xuanyuan Cave, leaving no bones.

With the power of destiny in his hands, Hughes inevitably produced a feeling of swell in his heart. The division between life and death is so direct. A powerful master such as Waco has no room to maneuver in front of death.

"I must live better, I will live better." Hughes swears at himself with both hands clenched.

Because of the force, the nails were deeply pinched into the meat, and a few drops of blood were squeezed out of the crack. And when the force of fate that had been held in his hand touched the blood drop, he was suddenly radiant and extremely hot.

The power of fate draws blood, absorbs it, and finally slowly dissolves in it.

"What stinged my eyes, I haven't felt the taste of tears for many years." Zuobo, who had been missing, was awakened by a pride of light, looking at the jade-like jadeite in Hughes' hands, a deep A deep pain pierced the chest.

"It's this abominable little bastard! Yes, it's him! If it wasn't for him to get the power of fate first, how could the power of fate refuse me? My great ancestor could succeed, then what reason would I fail! My goal, my dream, everything I have, was all destroyed by that little bastard!" The more Zuobo thought, the more pain in his chest, and suddenly a spit of blood spewed out, and Zuobo fell to the ground.

The power of fate is not large, so it quickly melts in the wound of Hughes. Hughes opened his palm and looked closely. Except for a shallow scar, there was nothing left, even the so much blood that just shed. Out of luck.

At this point, Hughes just saw Zober vomiting blood and fell to the ground, and quickly ran over to check.

"You give back the power of my destiny!" Zuo Bo jumped from the ground suddenly, grabbed Hughes' neck and lifted it, screamed loudly, his blood-stained cheeks looked especially terrible.

"You ruined my life, I want you to survive, not to die!" When you swallow the words, two rows of teeth are exposed, as if you have to choose someone to eat at any time.

"The power of fate, the power of my fate!"

"What I can't get, don't even think about it!"

"You damn, you **** already!"

His face was as horrible as evil spirits, his hatred eyes and even Mars were splashing, his dry palms were getting harder and harder, and Hughes even suspected that he had not been suffocated, and then his neck was cut off by the other party.

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