Since the Survival Institute said to continue, then continue.

　　 Huaishi unceremoniously turned a tube of the essence essence out of the box and poured it into his mouth. After supplementing the blue strip that had fallen off, he stuffed the rest of the things into his pocket.

　　 The wool that was delivered to the door has been strewn up!

　　 The visitors of the Surviving Hospital were indifferent, as if they hadn't seen it at all, and didn't care at all.

　　 just waiting for the next data and results.

　　 casting, start again!

　　 This time, in the hands of Huaishi, after only a low groan, Shuzhuwan Henji disappeared without a trace, as if it had evaporated, without warning.

　　 But at that moment, Huai Shi felt her horror, and heard the soft footsteps behind her empty space.

　　 Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

　　 Next to the Juggernaut’s wheelchair, the entourage accompanying him was already stiff in place, feeling the bitter cold close at hand, and freezing all over.

　　 Behind the white-haired old man, a faint outline emerged in the dim shadow.

　　 looks like a monk wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a dark red robe, with layers of rosary beads wrapped between his wrist and neck, but his face is hidden in the darkness under the hat.

　　Only the faint light of blood outlines the position of the eye pupils.

　　 is lowering his head, looking down at the old man's back.

　　 Shangquan didn't respond, and he didn't even shake his muddy eyes.

　　 "What's the matter, fake monk?" He asked hoarsely, "Thinking about it, will you save me?"

　　 "It's too late." The monk shook his head indifferently: "The donor has a fierce dust, six filthy roots, and deep karma. He has already fallen into the realm of Abi called summoning. The Dharma, there is no way to do it--"

　　 "So what are you waiting for?"

　　 Shangquan sneered, knocking on the sheath of sharp blades in front of his knees, deliberately exposing the elongated neck, exposing the dry and slender neck: "I have long heard that Juzhu Maru Kenji is the sword of soul-killing and evil..."

　　 He said, "A demon like me, please try to kill it."

　　 "That's right."

　　The blood-stained monk raised his hand and took off the hat. From the blood-shrouded face, the enthusiasm of hearing the truth emerged, hoarsely whispering:

　　 "——Ahadoruo Sanhao Sanbodhi!"

　　 At that moment, the blood and evil intentions faded away, and the pure and pure blade was revealed from the sheath, and it was cut toward the sword sage's neck!

　　 The phantom light, flashed and passed away.

　　 That speed has surpassed that of electricity, almost comparable to the movement of thoughts and thoughts, no, faster than that. This is because it is not the existence of matter that is cut down, but the blade of bubbles created by the essence of enlightenment and compassion!

　　 Wherever the blade passes, all the evil karma, all the filth, and so on are not clean, so on arrogance, all are shattered!

　　Dead silence arrives.

　　 In the long silence, Shangquan was silent, but closed his eyes slightly and sighed silently.

　　 The sound of cracking sounded behind him.

　　 The monk holding the sword stiffened on the spot, his blood ran out, the flame went out, cracks appeared on the vague face, and he staggered back.

　　 It is clear that the person who was beheaded was not himself.

　　 But it is difficult to suppress this fearful cry.

　　 The bubbles shattered, and the sword of breaking evil and showing righteousness collapsed silently. Enlightenment and compassion can't cut away the arrogance and obsession of the opponent, but are cut off by the iron-like extreme will in the soul.

　　 "Dharma-rectification?"

　　 Shangquan shook his head, "But that's it."

　　 Behind him, the monk in the shadow collapsed silently, leaving only a rusty long knife with no light. After losing the spirit of guardianship and compassion, he fell into the world.

　　 There is no possibility of repair anymore.

　　 "Next one." Shangquan lowered his eyes sleepily, "At least something...something that makes people not yawning..."

　　 Huaishi turned around and looked at the opened box behind him.

　　 The three dust-covered sharp blades screamed loudly in the whispers of the sword sage, evil, vicious, solemn... all kinds of spirits spread like flames.

　　 He closed his eyes and flicked it out, raising his brows.

　　 "Boy An Tsunaki?"

　　 Huai Shi sighed slightly: "This should make the pretending older generations start from the beginning, right?"

　　 Five minutes later, Shangquan, expressionless, returned to the wheelchair.

　　 "Next one."

　　 Damn it, he pretended it again!

　　 Then, the next one, the next one...

From violent and fierce, to the steel giant ape that holds everything in the world, Taiguang Taiguangshi, feminine and weird, devours all evil and evil guardian blades, Shuzhu Maru Kenji, and seals the old wine into the sword. The evil sword turned into strength, the boy An Tsunaki, and the hegemony in his hand, the blade of the king's way, the three-day moonzong approaching the mountain and breaking the mountain.

　　 Even in the end, the pure slaughter knife that kills all evil spirits and kills endless evils·Onimaru Kunitsuna...

　　 In less than an hour, the Five Swords under the Heaven were all cut in front of the Juggernaut.

　　 used only the unparalleled swordsmanship that frightened ghosts and horrified the gods, which opened Huai Shi's eyes.

　　The sword of the city of heaven that reaches the sky with one thought; the sword of the sun that is unruly and urges the city to break through the mountains; the changing of the virtual and the endless, the endless light bubble; the fighting of lives, the tendency of death and life...

　　 just casually sway, so that Huai Shi sees the lofty world she has never imagined.

After so many years of lingering and panting, that old body still contains the ambition of cutting the sun and the moon, and the skills that Huai Shi can't match... It doesn't matter that Luo Lao always said that Huai Shi lacks savvy, and compared with the real strong, he has what he has. Those talents are still far short of it.

　　 But who wants to compare this to others?

　　 I want to hit myself, unless someone jumps out and pulls a hand that has no one before or after, even if it’s a cello song that Huai Shi and horses closed.

　　 But is there really such a person in this world?

　　唔, maybe there are such old monsters hidden in the headquarters of the Hell Music Association? But even if there is a musical instrument such as the cello, no one has such an accomplishment as Huai poetry, right?

　　 can only say, invincible, how lonely it is.

　　 is carrying, ‘Juggernaut, not bad! Huai Shi applauded along with the trend.

　　 While standing in the field, stepping on the corpse of the evil ghost that was gradually dissipating, Shangquan was moved by the cheers and applause. He just looked back and looked at the visitor from the Survival Yard who was standing next to him without saying a word.

　　 "How?"

　　The old man asked hoarsely, "Is this old man's sword still eye-catching?"

　　 "Enough."

　　 The mysterious man who claimed to be 008 nodded, and the electronic sound showed no ups and downs: "It is more than 30% more than expected. It seems that aging has not made you weaker. After so many years of entanglement with death, it has become stronger..."

　　 "Strong? Where is the strong?"

　　 Shangquan sneered and shook his head, "Is it a strong match with that kind of dead thing, just winning a few games? It's too ridiculous-the so-called swordsmanship is essentially a method of killing.

　　 And only a living person can show its essence..."

　　 said, those muddy old eyes looked at Huai Shi who was watching the lively meal next to him, making Huai Shi's expression stiff.

　　 "After watching the monkey show for so long, I have to leave something down, Huai Shi?"

　　 Shangquan choked and coughed, smiling but not smiling: "That casual look, I didn't put my old man in his eyes at all..."

　　 "Wait!"

　　 Huaishi raised his hand subconsciously, and said solemnly: "I have a good apprentice. The surname is Lin Zhong Hut. He is very talented and has the best strength. It is better to let him play two hands with the Lord of Swordsman..."

　　 "No."

　　 Shangquan shook his head: "The boy, I'm still waiting for him to be able to manage the dojo in the future, if you get frightened, wouldn't that girl Yaoxiang be sad?"

　　 "Then why don't you go to the Qilin, the old man in the original family, and Luo Si in the hell?"

　　 Huaishi glanced at him squintingly. Up to now, where hasn't figured out what dog skin plaster is sold in this old man's gourd: "Senior Juggernaut, if you always do rehabilitation exercises, can't you find something that is difficult?

　　 Why use my junior as a stepping stone? "

　　 "It's because I will never lose, I came to you specifically, Huai Shi."

　　 Shangquan replied frankly, "It cannot be too strong, otherwise it will work, and it cannot be too weak, otherwise it will not be able to play at all. It happens to have you, not strong or weak, and it is still within the scope of my old solution."

　　 He thought for a while, and said sternly: "This is the art of war."

　　 "Well, your Yingzhou art of war only teaches people to eat and be a cook, right?"

　　 Seeing that the old man didn’t even cough when he thought of abusing vegetables, Huai Shi felt that he might not be able to get away with it today, and sighed: "Your old man thinks about it?"

　　 "Haha, don't worry."

　　 Shangquan grinned, "I will show mercy."

　　 "No, I just want to remind you."

　　 Huaishi slowly got up from the chair, patted the non-existent dust on her knees and buttocks, and moved her body: "In addition to smelly and hard, this stepping stone of mine is a bit slippery.

　　 Your old man was careful not to step on it firmly, instead he got his ankle. "

　　 Shangquan was slightly taken aback, and immediately, he couldn't help but shook his head with emotion: "I just like the way you speak up, Huai Shijun, you seem to be always full of vitality, full of hope and future."

　　 He sighed sincerely: "Whenever I meet a junior like you, it makes people feel happy from the heart."

　　 "Really?" Huai Shi walked into the field indifferently, closed the door behind her backhand, and replied perfunctorily, "That's so happy."

　　 "That's it."

The old man paused, grinned, and showed a cruel smile like Luo Siwei: "Especially, whenever I think about the frustration and despair that those hopeful faces will show in a while, let me Excited and unable to restrain.

　　 The thought that someone would be under the blow of me, would not dare to hold a sword for a lifetime, and tremble in a nightmare all his life, it made me hungry with excitement, and it was hard to be satisfied...

When the calf was born, I really saw the ferocity of the tiger, when the talker really understood the majesty of the mountains, when I saw the tragic corpses of countless dead companions, when I was lucky enough to escape under the sword, the rest of my life will be in the shadows. Passing through... this fear engraved in the hearts of the weak is the only way to prove'strong'! "

The words clearly stated are so ugly and hideous, but the old man’s expression is so solemn and solemn: "The so-called swordsmanship, the so-called fighting, the so-called martial arts... It exists for this!"

　　 In the silence, Huaishi couldn't help shaking his head.

　　 "To be honest, I'm not interested in your principles. But now, even if I say that I am actually a musician, you will definitely not let me go, right?

　　 So, I only have one question..."

　　He paused, looked out of the court, and asked seriously: "Are you reimbursed?"

　　 [008] Nodding, without hesitation.

　　" Ten times ~lightnovelpub.net~ he said.

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi smiled and squinted her eyes, no more scruples.

　　 In this way, toward the sword saint, toward the peak that all warriors in the realm cannot surpass, took the first step.

　　 "So, with bare hands?" The Sword Saint sneered: "Where's your Heavenly Que, Huaishi, your Nautilus, why don't you show it to others?"

　　 "Isn't it close in front of you, Lord Juggernaut."

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

　　 The entire steel building hummed loudly. The heavy structure quickly turned over. The huge equipment was raised and lowered, and countless cables were rapidly extended. When the huge modules collided with each other, they burst into hot sparks.

　　 Accompanied by the crisp snapping sound, the whole world seemed to resonate deeply.

　　 As you can see, the steel sky dome and the earth, the entire deep underground structure, and even the casting center protruding above the ground, are just extensions of the Nautilus.

　　Here, already under the shroud of heaven!

　　 Now, the huge main artillery abruptly protruded from the ceiling above Huai Shi's head and aimed at the unsuspecting old man in front.

　　 With the sound of the tide that the Nemo engine has already run to its limit.

　　 Outrageously fired!

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