Grass, why me!

At this moment, all eyes were in full view, and the hut in the forest was dark, and tears were almost shed.

Why is it always me who is unlucky!

And, why should I be the one who is the least upright...

Seeing Yuan Yuan who was beside her laughed from ear to ear, the hut in the forest shuddered.

How can the teacher be satisfied with this tool?

It was mad, trembling, trembling, the teacher was talking, and he didn't dare to go, so he could only bite the bullet and get up, step by step, feeling the gaze around him.

Difficulty.

A smile stiffly squeezed out.

At this moment, he finally remembered what Huai Shi said when he came.

——Go freely, walk gracefully...

Now he was finally leaving, only to find out, was it such a beautiful scenery?

Indeed, the walk is not peaceful.

Seeing his trembling guilty conscience, a boo sounded from all around, just by looking at his posture, he knew that he was a martial artist, how could he compete with the teachers in the dojo!

Huai Shi did not hear of it, and beckoned to the hut in the forest.

"How is it?"

He smiled and encouraged, "Are you confident?"

"..."

The hut in the forest tried to squeeze a smile that was not much better than crying: "Teacher, I didn't bring a sword when I went out today."

He squeezed his eyebrows hard and motioned Huai Shi to quickly take out a hand from his big sword to save his dog's life. As a result, before Huai Shi could answer, the big tengu who watched the excitement next to him raised his hand.

"Then use the old one."

Talking, just pull it out.

It was like taking off a feather, pulling out a trivial one from the huge wing hidden in the void, showing a cold light.

The pitch-black Taishou is heavy and sharp, not only for blowing short hair, but for anyone to see, it is a rare sword.

After several years of gestation in the hands of a warrior of skill and spirit, it is a border artifact to find an alchemist to integrate into the secret ritual.

"Send you off."

The big tengu threw it over.

"Don't thank seniors yet." Huai Shi sighed helplessly, like a parent who saw a child who was ignorant and charged someone else's New Year's Eve.

"I...I thank you."

The hut in the forest cried happily.

"Hahaha, why don't you have your teeth, you can come to the old Tengu Mountain chef when you have time to fight." The big tengu laughed enthusiastically: "I still lack a little worker for pounding rice here. Little brother Huaishi won't Have an opinion?"

"It is an honor for him to be appreciated by his predecessors."

Huai Shi smiled and nodded.

If this were to be kept in the past, when he heard that he was able to go to Tengu Mountain for free training, the hut in the forest might laugh happily, but now he can only shed tears.

Can I still live to the day of advanced studies?

This is simply...I can't beat it!

Let the original fate come up pretty much!

If he could truly agree to a teacher teaching sword skills in the dojo, why would he go to the door and do things?

"Come on, go after this bowl of wine."

Huai Shi picked up the wine bowl poured in front of him, and handed it to him: "Don't be nervous, just play to the level you deserve."

This **** is not the college entrance examination!

What kind of level is it to show the right level...

After gritting his teeth, the hut in the forest raised the large wine bowl in front of it, and it was dry. I wanted to snap it to pieces, but after thinking about it, I put it on the table carefully.

Huai Shi patted him on the shoulder and smiled meaningfully.

He asked, "Are you ready?"

The hut in the forest suddenly surged with blood and blood, and his complexion was red, and he was already too strong to drink, but shortly afterwards, there was a burst of high heat rising from the body.

Hot.

It's hot.

It's like being ignited.

In a trance, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered a...over-limit state?

Along with the ascent of the source quality, endless hostility and ferocity emerged from under the face that was accustomed to a harmless smile.

Shengqing in the shadow turned into a projection, breaking the shackles, revealing her own hideous shadow.

The gloomy sight swept across the hut in the forest.

The pure evil thoughts after countless refinements spread, like a raging torrent, making the entire bustling banquet hall momentarily stagnant.

At this moment, in the present realm, the scarlet pupils of countless crows fell from the sky in the Danbo District, overlooking from a distance, and cast the blessings from the **** crowd.

The pupils of his eyes turned silvery white, like boiling steel, glowing with fiery light.

No matter how hard it is to conceal the violent nature.

From the top to the bottom, the tyrannical overlook has caused unspeakable chill and fear in the hearts of countless people.

Suddenly, the dead silence came, and the corners of Ikase's eyes twitched, as if finally remembering-this shameless and nasty kid looks cunning, but in essence it is completely different from those who are bullying and fearing hardship.

That's just a human design.

It's just a rule in tabletop role-playing games.

He is one of the future inheritors of the name of the Candlelighter, the son of evil born with precious blood, and a freak who cannot be restrained and measured by morals.

The praise and criticism of the world is meaningless to him.

As long as this sublime evil karma continues, he will be an eternal evil eater, one of the symbols of hell.

Now, the hut in the woods held the sword, smiled at Huai Shi, and answered his question.

"I'm ready, teacher."

"Then go."

Huai Shi nodded with relief, "You don't have to stand behind me, you can stand in front of everyone."

"Yeah."

The young man nodded, his smile slowly dissipated when he looked back, and walked towards the opponent in front of him step by step.

Said to him, "Please enlighten me."

From the moment of consternation, Ikase returned to calm and solemnity again.

As a person who used to cut across the border, how could he be fooled by this appearance? The power of that evil is indeed quiet and pure and terrifying, and I don't know how much malice and devil have extracted such an essence.

But even if he can barely match him, there is still a decisive gap between the two sides-the strength of strength is important, but the skill of using this strength is the real factor that determines the result.

After hundreds of battles, thousands of battles, and honed for a long time, the proficient sword skills are born for this moment.

Such an unbearable posture can be broken in an instant, and then drive straight in. All the vitals of the wrist, abdomen, heart, throat and even the head will be exposed...

Simply let it be slaughtered!

This might be better. As long as this little ghost who doesn't know the heights pay the price here, then the authority of the second son can be restored.

He just maintains the dignity of the dojo, no one can blame.

Even if the dojo starts a war with Danbo, it can further enhance its own power.

At that moment, some kind of fierce light emerged from him, the murderous intent that had been accumulated for many years between the borders burst out, and he drew his sword with him.

But at that moment, a screaming sound burst into his ears.

Ikase's eyes widened in amazement, but found that his opponent hadn't been guarded carefully, and relying on the completely flawed posture to launch a strong attack against him.

Like his teacher, at this moment, he used the simplest and most straightforward attack method.

——Stepping, Tang Zhu!

The poisonous darkness of the road of evil industry gathered on that sword, and even the light above his head shook, because the darkness swept like a tide.

It's not so much swordsmanship, it's a kind of spell entrusted on the blade of the sword!

It can block such tricks, and you don't even need to retreat.

All you need to do is to interlace, block, deflect, and attack again to establish victory or defeat.

He is completely picking up...

Boom!

At that moment, the blade collided with one place.

Shengse fell into a sluggishness, and there was a loud hallucination-like noise in her ears, like the heavens and the earth humming.

The sky is spinning, the earth is trembling, everything in all directions responds suddenly, and the whole world seems to be singing loudly-from his body.

This is just an illusion.

But his consciousness ushered in an unreasonable pause.

Because following the collision of the blades, the tremor that reciprocated thousands of times in a flash, along with the curse, poured into his body with the connecting blades as a bridge.

The primordial beating, heartbeat, and even the beating of blood in the hut in the forest, after combining the essence of evil and the curse of spitefulness, converge into a single line.

Easily overwhelmed all his defenses, spreading upward from the hilt, his five fingers and wrists spread all over his body in an instant.

Boom!

His eyes went black.

There seems to be such a momentary trance.

As soon as his eyes were closed and opened, everything in front of him was completely different. In the dark shaking, he still stood on the spot.

Opposite him, the hut in the forest had already retracted the sword into its sheath and returned to its original position.

Looking at him with a smile.

Pull your finger.

1, 2, 3, 4...5!

When the five fingers were all retracted, there was a crisp cracking sound, close at hand, like an illusion.

"What's the matter?"

Igase widened his eyes and asked angrily: "You are underestimating me..."

The cracked and unconscious face slowly twisted, and dark blood oozes from the seven orifices. Accompanied by his words, a violent cough burst out, and viscous blood emerged from the sudden rupture of the lungs.

The last scene he saw was the man sitting behind the hut in the woods, raising his hand to the wine glass on the table, smiling and tossing the glass, and drank it.

Say goodbye.

Then, the earth and darkness rushed towards him.

In the dead silence, the audience was silent.

Only the fainting and twitching Shengse on the ground slowly oozes blood and spreads, and everyone in the background is pale.

It is not the enemy of the opponent Yihe!

Soon ~lightnovelpub.net~ there was applause of appreciation.

"Yes, it's really good, hahahaha, it's an eye-opener." The big tengu raised his hands, ignoring the faces of everyone present, and laughed jokingly: "I didn't expect to witness such a surprise today. It is really pleasant... Spring, how do you feel?"

"Time is changing, Vientiane is renewing."

Before the gate, the old man who stopped to watch replied: "The new generation naturally has a better outlook than the old generation, which is very good."

The old man, known as the Juggernaut, waved his hand calmly, motioning his subordinates to lift the Iosei on the ground to be healed, and stepped forward calmly, but Huaishi had an indescribable illusion.

So subtle.

But it's so...disharmonious.

He tensed his body subconsciously.

Because he couldn't hear the old man's'voice' at all, to be precise... he couldn't feel the other person's heartbeat, pulse, and even the fluctuation of the source quality.

Like a phantom, it does not exist here.

No, it should be said that he was... not here!

But what exactly did he see?

What did everyone see?

Hallucinations?

Still say...

At that moment, the old man who had passed by the hut in the woods patted the young man on the shoulder and glanced at Huai Shi with a smile.

Instead of exposing his tricks, he nodded slightly.

In Huai Shi's eyes, the body of the Shangquan Juggernaut was suddenly blurred, and then condensed again, revealing heartbeat, pulse, and profound fluctuations in the origin.

It became more and more real.

The essence of ‘illusory’ has also become more and more revealed.

Huai Shi was sweating and finally understood.

He is here.

Or... He felt that he should be here, so everyone saw him here.

This is the ultimate intention that I can't even imagine!