Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 191: Magic Conch is not in the service area

"Since it is actual combat training, it is natural to strictly follow the truth and verify what you have learned."

Before playing, the muscular old man glanced at him. "Sacred mark sees you consciously, but you are not allowed to use all the weapons made by your soul ability, can you do it?"

"unarmed?"

"Yes, bare hands," Luo Lao said coldly. "The more people you cut with your half-barrel of water's fighting skills, it's just that you are walking deeper and deeper on the branch road.

To deal with that kind of stuff, the entry drummer and Yu Bu are enough. "

"It's easy to say, after all, it's a third order."

Huaixi took off his coat and threw it on the chair, and stepped into the ascending elevator. "I will try my best."

"Try as much as possible?"

As the seat rose, the old man appeared on the uppermost viewing seat, looking down at the two people who gradually walked out of the field through the glass.

This is not a play house, kid.

He smiled happily, full of anticipation-this was his carefully selected opponent, regardless of the sacred mark and combat style, for Huai Shi was complete.

If you have a slow mind to fight the enemy, you will die ...

When Huai Shi rose with the platform, he saw the dancing darkness from outside the open door, and countless middle-aged people standing with closed eyes in his stern eyes.

"Is it a young man?" Walker Carroll sighed softly and grinned. "Why don't you cherish the short life, young people, it is unwise to waste precious life in such a place to gamble."

"Although I think the verdict is almost several inches thick, it makes sense to say such things, but I have to say, you are right."

Huai Shi slowly stepped forward.

Bare hands, staring at the opponent in front of him.

Undoubtedly, the third order, even in the weak state, still exudes chilling source fluctuations. I am afraid that it can reach the fourth stage at any time during the heyday, the power of Xing Ye, right?

At that time, it will be the difference between heaven and earth, no matter how hard Huai Shi tried in vain, there will be no winner.

But even today, it still brings Huai Shi's sense of crisis in his back.

The hunch of death screamed frantically from the beginning to the present, reminding the threat of the enemy in front of him.

"Just because life is precious, death has value, doesn't it?"

Among the crowds of countless eyes, Walker smiled softly, "It is as gorgeous as the flowers of spring and withered like the leaves of autumn. This is the beauty of life and must be seriously tasted."

"Well, I see it."

Huai Shi lowered his eyes and did not look at the boiling emotions entwined in his source. It was a cruel scene like a dark cauldron, a **** made by countless people's despair and pain.

"Four hundred and seventy-one people."

Walker suddenly said, "A total of 471."

Huai Shi didn't speak, but just moved his body, stretching his joints and relaxing his muscles, as if the athlete was preparing to warm up before playing. It was unheard of to his voice.

But Walker talked endlessly. "Every one of them is a wonderful work, and every life dies with an indescribable magnificence. Young people, you must be able to experience it. The fragmentation of the source, the rise of the source.

In a person ’s life, everything he pursues slowly rises into a cloud-like bubble, turning around and passing away ... The so-called life is such a fragile thing, what remains is what you see now. A sight.

If it disgusts you, I express regret, but I will not regret it. No, you should be able to experience this beauty like me, right? "

Huai Shi raised his head and gave him a look.

Poker face.

In the dark, he grinned and smiled lightly. "That kind of calm and lofty eyes, ah, I really miss it. People like you should be right at the border. No, you are born to be chosen by the world outside the border-- Purely in terms of quality, your soul is something I have seen in my life, no matter how hard I try, I ca n’t reach such a pure point. It ’s really envious. "

"Done talking?"

Huai Shi leaned down and took a sprinting posture, "Then let's start doing business properly, OK?"

"I just tried to make you understand."

Walker smiled and shrugged. "How much I am able to meet such a wonderful soul as you in this prison-"

In the next moment, the dark blowout, countless opened eyes collided with each other, and finally formed a strange eye with thousands of eyeballs overlapping in one place, and the gray light sprayed towards Huai Shi.

It was as if from the eyes of a demon.

With indescribable madness, confusion, and ...

"--grateful!"

At that moment, Huai Shi had already disappeared.

With the loud noise of the broken sky, the sneakers under the feet shattered, and under the torn trousers, muscles like water waves appeared, conveying pure and subtle force to the feet.

Immediately after that, he rose into the air.

Today, he still can't make a free change of direction at a close distance. Under the pressure of the muscular old man, he can only concentrate on the long-distance acceleration. After breaking off several legs in the record, he can reach it. The degree of entry.

Ten meters in one step, in an instant.

Yu Bu is worthy of the name of speed.

The Huai poetry had fallen from the sky, and the palm pressed down towards Walker's face, suddenly tightening-on the arm, the sound of muscles and muscles vibrated like a string, and a sharp voice burst out.

"Drummer has already started? So fast?"

The big cousin who watched sighed in amazement, "I haven't touched the threshold yet!"

"It's still early." Luo Lao's eyelids were dragging, and he was bored and sleepy. "In terms of representation, the sound of thunder is the only way to unearth the full potential of the foundation. It is just like a drummer.

"That's more talent than me."

"It's a person who is more talented than you." Luo Lao said mercilessly. "I haven't seen a guy who is more wasteful than you for so many years."

"Isn't good at killing people, isn't it a good thing?" Big cousin spread his hands carelessly and looked at the scene. "However, he is in danger."

boom!

With the shrinkage of the five fingers of Huai Shi, there was a loud noise.

But Walker's smiling face had disappeared.

It's clear that it's caught ...

"Are you looking for me?"

At that moment, a hoarse murmur came from behind, and a palm gently rested on Huai Shi's shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the chills pierced the bones, and countless vitality was turned into imaginary enthusiasm.

Huai Shi instantly turned around and kicked up, but kicked through the darkness of nothingness, but kicked a void.

Like a ghost, Walker kept a close distance, smiling and lamenting, "It's fast."

Huai Shi did not answer. He stepped forward silently and attacked, but he lost his enemies instantly. A hoarse murmur sounded from his ears. "Unfortunately, I am faster than you."

When Huai Shi turned back, he only saw the palm enlarged in front of him.

He squeezed his face, suddenly lifted him up, and then stuck on the ground.

boom!

In front of Huai Shi, it was dark, but the instinct ravaged by Luo Luo these days reached out to walk towards Walker's neck, the knife was broken, and the sorrow was lifted, but it was flashed.

Walker stepped back, like invisible smoke.

The parts of Huai Shi's body that had been hit had no feeling on his face and shoulders. No, if it was an ordinary person, I might be instantly sucked by nightmares.

Nowadays, Huai poetry just loses its sense, but it is a blessing in misfortune.

The life of the mountain ghost quickly flowed, as if there was nectar again in the drought, the dried flesh quickly returned to its original state, and the deep-rooted vitality was never erased.

Revitalize.

Huaishi gasped violently, sweating and staring at Walker, who was not far away-he finally figured out the nature of his soul's ability.

Like him, they are all types of transformation, but they are limited to themselves.

Now it seems that it has been highly integrated with Saint Mark and is in the range of transformation.

In a nutshell, it is dreamlike.

Today, he can't interfere with the external physical environment and pry the rules left by the creators, but it is still enough to cover his body and transform his body between matter and dream ... this was originally a Huai poetry The enemy who is best at dealing with it is right. The axe of anger is the best at double attack of source and harmony.

No matter what state, as long as it has the nature of one of material and source, it will be inedible if it is cut with an axe.

But now limited by Coach Luo's rules, he can't use the easiest way. He must use the skills he has learned recently to defeat the enemy.

But the enemy is the type that restrains himself most.

Huai Shi is best at fast attacking. After taking the lead, he defeats the enemy with the explosive output. However, when the opponent's speed exceeds himself, he will fall into a disadvantage.

Speed-type sublimators meet faster sublimators, and if they only use the old method, they won't take advantage anyway.

Is that what you mean?

Huai Shi turned back and looked at the room hanging down high behind him. The old man behind the floor-to-ceiling glass abandoned the old concept, faced his loopholes, and solved the problem with a new angle?

And the muscular old man found Huai Shi's eyes, but lifted a black and hard grip, and began to show off his chest muscles and big arms.

"..."

Huai Shi's expression twitched a bit ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I felt that I must have something wrong with this muscular old man.

But no matter what, he must win.

Since you can't ask about the magical conch, you have to think of a way to owe Star with your invincible mouth.

"Look at your appearance as a virgin--"

During the tense confrontation, Huai Shi suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "There must be no girlfriend?"

Walker's expression stiffened.

--opportunity!

In an instant, Huai Shi stepped forward and struck again. After breaking through the 13-meter scale, the muscles on the arm suddenly swelled, congested and swollen to purple-red, and blasted towards Walker's retarded face.

Still a drummer!

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