Since the Survival Institute said to continue, then continue.

Huaishi unceremoniously turned a tube of the essence essence from the box and poured it into his mouth, added a piece of the blue strip that had fallen off, and stuffed the rest of the things into his pocket.

The wool delivered to the door is swollen!

The visitors of the Survival Institute 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.

Cast, start again!

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

But at that moment, Huai Shi felt her hair horrified, and heard soft footsteps coming from behind nothing.

Everyone present felt the chill rising in their hearts.

Beside the Juggernaut's wheelchair, the accompanying entourage 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.

Like a monk wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a dark red robe, layers of rosary beads are 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.

He was bowing his head, looking down at the back of the old man.

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

"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 benefactor is full of dust and clinging, six filthy roots, and deep karma. He has already fallen into the realm of Abi and called the summoning. The Dharma, there is no way to do it--"

"What are you waiting for?"

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

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

"It should be so."

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

"——Aren Duola San Miao San Bodhi!"

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

The phantom light flashed away.

That speed is already higher than that of electric light, 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!

Where the blade passes, all the evil karma, all the filth, and so on, the impurity, and so on, the arrogance, all of them are shattered!

Death came.

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 in place, his blood was drained, and the flame went out. Cracks appeared on the vague face, and he staggered back.

Obviously the person who was beheaded was not himself.

But it is difficult to suppress this scream of fear.

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.

"Fa-rectification?"

Shangquan shook his head, "But so."

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.

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

Huai Shi turned around and looked at the opened box behind him.

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

He closed his eyes and flicked it out, frowning.

"Boy An Tsunaki?"

Huai Shi sighed lightly: "This should make the pretending old predecessors start from scratch, right?"

Five minutes later, Shangquan returned to the wheelchair with his expressionless face.

"Next."

Damn it, he pretended it again!

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

From the violent and vicious, to the steel giant ape that holds everything in the world, Taikoo Taiguangshi, feminine and weird, swallows all the evil and evil guardian blades·Sujizhumaru Kenji, and seals the former wine into the sword blade. The evil sword that disaster turned into strength, the boy An Tsunaki, and the hegemony in his hand, the blade of the king's way that urged the mountain to break the mountain, the three-day moonzong approach.

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

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

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

Dedicated to become honest, the sword of the heaven that reaches the sky with one thought; the sword of the sun that is domineering and urges the city to break the mountain; the changing of the virtual and the endless, the endless spectroscopic bubble; the conflict of lives, the tendency of death and life...

Just casual swaying made Huai Shi see the lofty world she had never imagined.

After so many years, 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, compared with the real strong, he has what he has. Those talents are still far away.

But who wants to compare this to others?

If you want to hit yourself, unless someone jumps out and pulls someone who has no one before or after, even if it's a cello song that Huai Shi and a horse will close.

But is there really such a person in this world?

Well, maybe there are such old monsters hidden in the headquarters of the Hell Music Association? But even if there is a cello such an unpopular instrument, no one will have such an accomplishment as Huai Shi?

I can only say how lonely it is to be invincible.

Carrying ‘Juggernaut, it’s 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 rickety old man asked hoarsely: "Is this old man's sword still eye-catching?"

"enough."

The mysterious man who claimed to be 008 nodded his head, 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 good match with that kind of dead thing, just won a few games? It's too ridiculous-the so-called swordsmanship is essentially a method of killing.

Only a living person can show its essence..."

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

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

Shangquan choked and coughed, smiling but not smiling: "The careless look doesn't put my old man in his eyes at all..."

"and many more!"

Huai Shi raised his hand subconsciously, and said solemnly: "I have a good apprentice, the surname is Lin Ming Hut, who has great talent and unparalleled strength. It's better to let him play 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 well in the future. If you get frightened, wouldn't that girl Yaoxiang be sad?"

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

Huai Shi glanced at him squintingly. Until now, I haven't figured out what dog skin plaster is sold in this old man's gourd: "Senior Juggernaut, it's okay 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'm specifically looking for you, Huai Shi."

Shangquan replied frankly, "It can't be too strong, otherwise it will work, it can't be too weak, or it can't be played at all. It happens to be you, not strong or weak, and it's still within the scope of my old solution."

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

"Well, your Yingzhou warfare just 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 escape this situation today, and sighed: "Did you think about it?"

"Haha, don't worry."

Shangquan grinned, "I will show mercy."

"No, I just want to remind you."

Huai Shi 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 smashed his ankle. "

Shangquan was slightly stunned. Then, he couldn't help but shook his head and said 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."

"Exactly."

The old man paused, grinned, and showed a cruel smile like Luo Siwei: "Especially, whenever I think of 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 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 and the rest of my life will be in the shadows. Passing time... This fear engraved in the hearts of the weak is the only way to prove the'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 ~lightnovelpub.net~ Huai Shi couldn't help shaking his head.

"To be honest, I have no interest 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 outside the court, and asked seriously, "Are you reimbursed?"

[008] Nodding, without hesitation.

"Ten times," he said.

At that moment, Huai Shi smiled and squinted her eyes without any scruples.

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

"So, bare hands?" Sword Saint sneered: "Where's your Tian Que, Huai Shi, your Nautilus, why don't you show it to others?"

"Isn't it close now, Lord Sword Saint."

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

The entire steel building hummed loudly, the layers of heavy structures 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 finger 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 nothing but an extension of the Nautilus.

Here, already under the shroud of Tian Que!

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, it roars.

Outrageously fired!

Sorry, I have had a toothache for several days, and my work and rest have been reversed so much that the update was too late these two days.

I must correct it soon.

(End of this chapter)