The sharp claw tip collided with the burning axe blade.

　　A huge force burst out, and the entire building was shocked, and the two sides involuntarily took a step back.

　　 The impact from the axe blade and the turbulence of the origin made Huaishi's eyes black, and the axe of anger that has not undergone transformation can hardly bear the alienated claws of the praiser.

　　 In other words, the staff wrapped around the alienated claws, among the pitch-black staff, a drop of pitch-black viscous juice falls. Eternal pain spreads like venom.

　　 But now, the sharp claws burned by anger are quickly covered with a layer of white frost.

　　 freeze!

　　 "This is..."

　　 The praiser was sluggish for a moment and looked at Huaishi.

　　 Just below the young man's feet, layers of frost emerged, slowly spreading in the performance of the bleak wind and blizzard.

　　 After having the understanding of Yun Zhongjun's interference in the Four Seasons, the performance of the symphony has directly triggered the celestial phenomenon of Frozen City.

　　 This is after experiencing advanced and Shangquan's guidance, a higher level of extreme meaning...

　　 "No, even if you're going to walk with you, you don't want to walk with you, right?" Huai Shi asked helplessly: "Aren't we happy just now? How do you turn your face and turn your face?"

　　 "Huh? Haven't you agreed? I'm following a request for material."

　　The praiser licked the frosty color of his fingertips, tasted the residual smell of the axe of anger, and gradually became fascinated: "Why can't it be with me? I will remember your generous sponsorship!"

　　 In the reflection of the scarlet eye pupils, the body of the young man in front of him is filled with bright light-that is the countless sweet and wonderful inspiration flowing from the living soul!

　　 It's so exciting, my index finger moves!

　　 salivating...

　　 "Please give me alms, Lord Huaishi."

　　 He spread his arms, laughed, and pounced on: "Save me from my troubles!"

　　 The sacred hymn emerged from the pitch-black stave that wrapped around his body. Along with his movements, countless high-pitched neighs and fierce roars converged into a melody, playing the hymn of hell.

　　 is so tough, breaking into the melody of Huai Shi!

　　 is like hearing the symphony praising the cold winter, cut into the phrase, interrupted the rhythm of Huai poetry, and attacked step by step.

　　 Under the gray robe of the praiser, countless keys appeared on the deformed body, manipulated by invisible fingers, and once again played the hymn of hell.

　　 Where the pitch-dark movements are as thick as mud, countless faces emerge from them, screaming in the melody, singing tragically.

　　The **** disaster from the most blessed land is condensed and formed. Dozens of pitch-black claws emerge from under the gray robe like living creatures, wandering around and stretching, changing.

　　 The concrete walls and the frozen ice for a long time were torn apart like thin paper, and the buildings in front of me seemed to be turned into toys for children to ravage.

　　 just after that, they were crushed one by one by the flames of the axe blade and the long sword!

　　 The heavens and the earth are moving!

　　 From the fragmented melody, the magnificent melody resounded again.

　　 The frost wind roars, the symphony is back!

　　 crossed a long distance in an instant, that contemptuous face flashed in front of his eyes, the spear whistling, tearing the pitch-black claws, leaving a piercing gap in his chest.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the five fingers closed and smashed forward.

　　——Triple Thunderbolt·Sky collapse!

　　 Amidst the loud roar, the admirer flew out, his arms in front of his face burst into a mass of plasma, and it grew rapidly again.

　　 Then, those spreading staves were burned under the slash of the sword of virtue.

　　 "What the hell!"

　　 The praiser loses his voice.

　　 can't understand.

　　At this moment, under the constraints of the environment, the strength of the two parties themselves can almost be said to be insignificant. What really decides the victory or defeat is the accomplishment of being a disaster musician, the two parties' control of melody and music theory!

　　 But why...

　　 Will it be me if I am pressed underneath? !

　　 Hundreds of years of sleepless performance and creation, after becoming a disaster musician, endless climbing and training, even at the expense of everything, came to where it is today.

　　 As a result, his **** hymn was suppressed by a younger generation younger than his own?

　　 His eyes widened in disbelief.

　　 Boom!

The diffused smoke was torn apart, and the axe blade entwined with frost and flame fell again. The chill and strength from the entire frozen city were pinned on it, and it easily defeated the defense of the praiser, leaving a deep depth on his neck. Of cut marks.

　　 Bloody spurted out.

　　 was almost beheaded...

　　 What disturbs him more than this is the sudden change of melody and rhythm.

　　 "Impossible... this is not classical music!"

　　 The praiser roared and asked angrily: "What is this!"

　　 "Rock, haven't you heard of it?"

　　 Huai Shi Tanshou, nonchalantly replied: "Who has stipulated that the cello can only be played classically? Times have changed, friends, you have to rock!"

　　 "Crooked door evil way!"

　　The praiser roared, "Do you think that with this shallow thing, you can beat me!"

　　 "It's just rock and roll. If you listen to heavy metal, don't you want the whole family to explode?" Huai Shi shook his head, "Come on, friend, don't make excuses--"

　　 The spear of compassion rushed forward, piercing through it steadily.

　　 Under the swaying of clouds and flowing water, the hymn from **** was completely torn apart, and the poison spread in the scars, and from the body of the praiser grew strange flowers one after another.

　　 Under the throwing of Huai Shi, it penetrated the body of the praiser, pulled him, flew out, and nailed him to the collapsed wall.

　　 "If I were you, I would reflect on it."

　　 Huaishi raised his hand nonchalantly, wiped the blood off his face, mockingly asked: "I can't compare to others, is it because...well, my professional level is not good?"

　　 "..." The praiser is stiff.

　　 "At this level, what a disaster musician is."

　　He spread his hands and sincerely suggested: "Why don't you think about changing careers, saving the most blessed land, how about becoming an idol in your debut?"

　　 At that moment, the pupils of the praiser almost shrank to the size of a needle.

　　 In the unprecedented humiliation, the pale face turned red, iron blue, pitch black, and even convulsed fiercely and distortedly. It is hard to imagine that a person's facial features can be distorted into such an inexplicable look.

　　 In the end, those wide eyeballs burst open under the invisible anger.

　　 The thick, silt-like blood spurted out of it.

　　 Then came the neighing that made the entire frozen city tremble, countless ice ridges shattered and fell, the walls and the big earthquake trembled, and cracks appeared.

　　 The body of the praiser quickly swelled and was torn from the inside out.

　　 is like removing the old robe.

　　 A pair of hands stretched out from his split chest, followed by a naked body, brilliant wings spread out from his back, and a solemn halo emerged from the top of his head.

　　 is like an angel descending on the earth.

　　Under the power of Gaia's blood, he finally recovered his former posture in the blissful land.

　　 Even, go one step further... Numerous abyssal movements entangled his body, hatred, greed, and desire, all kinds of different meanings flowed out of it.

　　 completely gave up the duel between disaster and evil musicians, and he was proud of his musical knowledge, he wanted to use his strongest power to kill the **** guy in front of him to the scum!

　　 Huai Shi was already dumbfounded in the hurricane rushing towards her face.

　　 What the hell!

　　 Didn't you say that you are going to compete on the same stage? Everyone is playing the piano well, so why do you turn into a second stage and turn the table up and stop playing?

　　 He is in a hurry, he is in a hurry!

　　 But the problem is... I seem to be in a hurry too!

　　 "Ah, ah, I feel it—"

　　 The praiser's face lifted, and six eyes fixed on the opponent in front of him: "The endless inspiration is in your blood... Thanks to you, Mr. Huai Shi, I finally understand it!"

　　 "Then you have to thank me well?" Huai Shi stepped back without a trace, and waved his hand politely: "Knock your head and apprentice your teacher. If you look back, if you have a chance, you can set two tables and have a good time together."

　　 "I will."

　　 The praiser raised his finger and smiled:

　　 "——After using your bones and blood to compose a new melody!"

　　 Boom!

　　 The substantive sound wave burst out suddenly, forming pitch-black claws without warning, and grabbing them towards Huaishi's face.

　　In an instant, the axe raised by Huai Shi was blown away, and together with him, he smashed into the battered building.

　　 Amidst the roar, Huai Shi smashed several walls and fell into the dusty presidential suite.

　　 The two embracing skeletons fell from the sofa smashed by Huai Shi, fell to the ground, and weathered to ashes.

　　 "Ah, sorry, excuse me."

　　 Huai Shi got up awkwardly, before he could help people condense the remains, he felt the low wind pressure from above his head.

　　 The weird giant claws condensed again in the hymns, and after tearing the layers of the floor, they shot down towards Huai Shi, not caring about the small wound left by the spear, and slammed him under the floor.

　　 Amidst the successive collapses, Huai Shi penetrated the floors and fell into the banquet hall.

　　 In a momentary trance, he seemed to fall into the illusion again.

　　 In the warm breeze and incense, in the refurbished banquet hall, those in rags shared the last food and wine.

　　 Everyone held hands in the simple performance, dancing happily, smiling, singing in unison, without any distinction of honor and sorrow.

　　 That is the scene before the death.

　　 But soon, the phantom disappeared again.

　　 Only in the dilapidated banquet hall, the dust flies and freezes into frost.

　　 A pair of leather shoes stopped at Huai Shi’s feet.

　　 "Did you think about it, Mr. Huaishi?"

　　 The shop manager’s phantom looked at the customer's embarrassed look, and smiled awkwardly and politely, "It seems that time on your side is waiting for no one."

　　 "Think about it, think about it!"

　　 Huaishi nodded frantically, but before he could finish speaking, he was picked up again by the giant claws condensed in the void, clenched, smashed to the floor, and fell into the messy hall.

　　 He raised a hand and rolled hard, avoiding an attack that was enough to crush himself completely.

　　 panting in panic.

　　 The flying dust, the shop manager's phantom reappeared, and he pointed to the elevator behind Huaishi.

　　 Huaishi turned her head without thinking, tried her best, ran wildly, smashed the broken iron door in front of her, and fell into the deep elevator shaft.

　　 "Where are you going, Huai Shi!" The praiser smashed the walls and smiled sharply: "Illusions can't save you!"

　　The huge claws resurfaced again, completely tearing apart the buildings in front of them, shoveling them apart, tearing everything apart and crushing them into dust without leaving any opportunity to take advantage of.

　　 with those phantoms!

　　 The store manager shrugged his shoulders indifferently, watching Huai Shi disappear from the back, letting his last remnants be torn apart by the claws and disappeared.

　　Only the corroded pin fell from the dissipated phantom, and the last glow emerged from the sound of the crushing collision.

　　 It was the emblem from the Astronomical Society before the long and long destruction...

　　When the world is destroyed and the earth falls apart, everything is shrouded in the endless cold, only the final mission is passed in the eternal illusion.

　　 send this piece of fire left over from the past to the hands of future successors.

　　 At this moment, amidst the gloomy fall, the bright light once again emerged from Huaishi's eyes, bringing a gift from a long time ago.

　　 "Huai Shi——"

　　 The dead soul asked softly:

　　 "——What do you ask for?"

　　 Huaishi stretched out his hand and clenched the beam of light tightly.

　　 At that moment, the last block was torn apart by countless giant claws, and the grim face of the praiser emerged from the crack.

　　 Seeing the magnificent color of Gaia's blood, he stiffened for a moment, unable to conceal his panic, but when the light dissipated, Huai Shi's hand was only a broken book.

　　 Other than that, there is no change.

　　 "What is that?"

　　 The praiser sneered, "Your savior? A broken book?!"

　　 He waved his hand, the movement of the abyss was played again, dozens of giant claws emerged out of thin air, and he attacked without hesitation.

　　 At that moment, a hallucination-like voice sounded from his ears.

　　 from the gentle recitation of Huai poems.

　　 husky and deep.

　　 "Look, friend Sancho Pansa, there are more than thirty strangely big giants over there!"

　　 So, on the cover of that faded mottled classic in his hand, the dim title quietly appeared.

　　——"Don Quixote"

　　At this moment, the ancient event record quietly collapsed, and countless light spots flew out of it, condensing into the outline of the card. An electric light like an angry dragon soars into the sky from the surface of the card, whipping the sky and the earth, and sweeping away all monsters.

　　The thunder spread, completely smashing the hymns and praises of hell~lightnovelpub.net~ In the end, a thin figure walked out of nothingness.

　　 "Every time you open your eyes, you can see new garbage..."

　　 Under the electric light, the middle-aged man with long gray hair looked back and asked in a cold voice, "Boy, don't you have any respect for seniors?"

　　 "Oh, what you said..."

　　 Huai Shi shrugged and blinked her eyes shyly: "Isn't this the matter of shaking people a fine tradition of our heavenly genealogy?"

　　 dead still.

　　 The long silence.

　　 is not just the praiser. At this moment, all the participants who saw the thunder of lightning, and even the chess players outside the battlefield, as well as the bystanders in the hall of **** and the ruling bureau, are all caught in a sudden sluggishness.

　　 In the dead silence, only the corner of Russell’s mouth evokes a happy arc.

　　 Did you finally understand, Huai Shi?

　　 Take the blood of Gaia as its source, reproduce and recreate the records in the Book of Destiny, and use the rules created by both the reality and **** in this gambling game to overcome the limitations of time and life and death...

　　 This is the golden finger that belongs to you alone in this game!

　　 Seventy years ago, the ideal country card group that resounded through hell——

　　——[Thunder in the Four Seas·Ying Fangzhou]!

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