In the cave, in front of the hideous and weird sculpture, Allen lowered his head and took out the alloy kettle.

　　 Without hesitation, he unscrewed the blood obtained from the previously hunted barefoot antelope and poured it on the foundation of the sculpture.

　　 With a trace of warmth, the gorgeous blood that seems to have just broken out of the body flows slowly, filling the dense magic veins, that is like the loop of an axe and a knife.

　　 Gradually, a scarlet light suddenly lit up, like a ignited flame, and began a change from dark to bright.

　　 The red light became more and more blazing, burning like a fire, with a strange breath.

　　 There is no reason, Allen seems to feel being watched.

　　 He raised his head, looked away from the base, and looked at the face that seemed to be broken into countless pieces.

The unique color of 　　 metal fully embodies the cold and icy texture, exuding a kind of ruthless indifference from the inside out.

　　 And the most shocking thing is the two eyes that are obviously disproportionate, one big and one small, one protruding and the other concave.

　　 There is no movement, but it makes people feel as if they are being watched, and there is an inexplicable chill from the spine.

　　 For a while, Allen did not notice any movement, and started to look at the base again.

　　 It's just, but with the awkward effort, the pool of blood that was originally gurgling has disappeared without a trace, and there is no trace of it.

　　 On the base of the platform, it was still spotless, as bright and beautiful as Allen had first seen.

　　 only a faint **** smell permeated the air, which lasted for a long time.

　　 Allen lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Isn't it not enough?"

　　 Talking, Alan looked at his wrist as if thinking of something.

　　 There is no lack of bright light in the cave, and the colorful rays of light spilled out in the sky, illuminating the originally gloomy environment with extremely bright light.

　　 But, at this moment, at this moment.

　　 Around Allen, around the sculpture, the surrounding light quietly dimmed.

　　The dark and silent breath spreads, slowly enveloping this piece, as if there is an invisible behemoth in the dark, devouring the light, wanting to bring permanent darkness.

　　 The shadow created by Allen lowered his head, but it was distorted like a living thing for a moment, as if there was some horrible monster hidden in it.

　　 The weird sculpture that was originally just looking at the distance, the rigid neck cast by metal, also quietly turned at this time.

　　 The arc is extremely small, but unexpectedly.

　　 Looking at Alan, who was looking down in contemplation, the sculpture that was originally stitched up by countless tattered pieces of corpses, can hardly be said to be the part of the mouth, grinning silently, as if smiling.

　　 Yes, he is laughing, laughing.

　　 One big and one small, raised and sunken eyes, at this time they also started to turn like a living thing, blinked, very agile.

　　 Allen lowered his head, his face hidden.

　　 And this sculpture that came alive suddenly, staring condescendingly at the prey in front of him, his eyes were cold and his mouth was grinning.

　　 At this moment, Alan and the sculpture in front of him seem to constitute the most perfect picture, with a strong and strange style.

　　 is like a painter using the most maddening style, swaying the panic, fear, and unruly colors in his heart.

　　 "Finally can't help it?"

　　 awkwardly, just as the smile on the sculpture's face became more and more frantic, and it was incomparably publicized, a chuckle suddenly sounded, breaking the silence around it.

　　 In front of Allen, the extremely tall face, like a weird sculpture made by the most abstract artist, vividly showed a touch of stunnedness.

　　 It seemed to be unexpected this sudden change.

　　 However, time did not give him the opportunity to ask questions, and Allen did not give the other party any answers to his doubts.

　　 The next moment, the bright light burst out suddenly, and the divine power rose violently.

　　 The majestic and magnificent blade lights burst into flames in an instant and spread all over the upper and lower Liuhe.

　　Zizizi...

　　 Endless platinum sword lights are scattered, like the sun hanging in the air, shining all over the place, and gushing out incomparable light and heat.

　　 The light fell on the weird sculpture, making a sound like a pan of cold water.

　　The dense blasting sound has not exhausted, and it has continuously become a scalp-numbing tune.

　　 Although Alan has only heard the saying about going up to the knife and going down to the oil pot, he has never seen it with his own eyes, but if he wants to come, it will be like this.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 The stern and painful cry suddenly sounded, like the loudest treble in the orchestra, with a trembling aftertaste.

　　 It's just that, compared to the beautiful and heart-warming tone of the singer in the orchestra, the sound here and now is much more frightening.

　　 At least, the scalp is numb and the hairs stand up. This is not an exaggeration.

　　 is like a ghost crying and howling, like a violent wind whistling a valley, sharp like a fingernail across the blackboard, it can make people get goose bumps.

　　 However, for such a voice, Allen was extremely calm, holding the knife in his right hand firmly, without the slightest tremor and deformation, as if made of steel, calm and powerful.

　　 Fighter, has never been such a good career choice.

　　 Heaven is to the left, and the soldier is to the right. It is not a false statement.

　　Before reaching a certain level, soldiers actually existed in groups more as backbones, and few were able to act independently.

　　 After all, thin skills, crude kills, and low attack range are all important reasons that restrict the value of fighters.

　　They can be the rogues, they can be part-time shooters, and they can even pretend to be knights on horseback...

　　 But all this is not as powerful as other professional professionals.

　　 They are more of a stop-loss valve, a substitute, or a meat shield, a pioneer.

　　 In this case, what the fighter needs to exercise is enough anti-strike ability, whether it is physical or mental.

　　 If you want to learn to beat people, learn to beat people first, no matter which profession you are in.

　　 But there are only fighters, the one who penetrates the most firmly.

　　Perhaps in the fighter professional system, there are not many skills that can kill in a large area, and the ability to attack at a distance is also low. However, their ability to overcome difficulties and resist hardships and dangers is absolutely top-notch.

　　 Specialty training such as [Temptation Resistance] [Perseverance], which is almost an introduction to the warrior professional system, has already explained this problem.

　　 And Alan, in this respect, is even more of a leader.

　　The **** battles he has experienced, the life and death crises he has encountered, the [steel will] and a series of specialties he possessed, have all made his resistance to this abnormal [resistance] reach a very high level.

　　 Like light, like electricity, a long knife thunders, like a nine-day thunder dragon roaring, swooping down suddenly.

　　 That fierce, vast will, magnificent and upright, like a collection of all positive images of justice, light, beauty, etc., exudes incomparably bright brilliance.

　　 The white and gold blades shine in Allen’s eyes, and the tails are looped, forming one by one, overlapping, complicated and mysterious figures.

　　 The graphic is extremely complicated and mysterious, but its composition is simple and neat, just like the mottled colors in a kaleidoscope, and the extreme simplicity makes up an extremely beautiful picture.

　　 There is no sound, no sound.

　　 At this time, the time outside seems to be suspended, and there is no flow in the stagnation.

　　 Everything around it seems to be moving away, and it seems to be approaching.

　　 But in Allen's eyes, there is only this sculpture.

　　At this moment, Allen's spiritual will was once again condensed and began an unprecedented integration.

　　 That divine and clear [spiritual sense], that is enough to perceive a radius of twenty miles without missing the slightest perceptual power, that seems to be able to reflect the heart of the sky, and the powerful spiritual cultivation of the sea of ​​the heart.

　　 seems to be at this moment, transformed into a whole, transformed into a unique "only".

　　 The unprecedented cohesive spirit did not rush out of the body, but began to meticulously, first began to insight into the movement of the body, and distinguish the subtleties of the body.

　　 The strong heart began to beat vigorously, as if the gods were beating the drums, making a very magnificent and strong sound.

A surging and eager roar resounded in the body, cheering and boiling like the crimson gold blood of the river, running the heavy blood rich in various nutrients like lead and mercury to all parts of the body, supplying this power. The body moves, provides infinite power, and symbolizes incomparable beauty.

　　 The keen spiritual power swept all over the body in an instant, completely controlling the body's operation, and insight into many of the mysteries of the human body. Even more, there is still extra power to fine-tune a little disharmony, so that it runs more smoothly and can perform better.

　　 The "internal trouble" has been resolved, and the unprecedented cohesion and integration of the spirit and will suddenly shocked, coming out through the body, observing the outside world.

　　 The bloody, tyrannical aura wafted around, floating out of the wound-like lines on the sculpture, as if it could arouse people's hearts and arouse the most violent and cruel part of human nature.

　　 But such tricks are useless to Allen.

　　Not to mention that Allen's current spirit is extremely pure and highly condensed. Even if Allen is unprepared, this method will not work.

　　 Not to mention anything else, a [steel will] is enough to resist most of the mental interference.

　　 The bright ring of gods circulates in the eyes, and the platinum gods are sacred and brilliant, exuding unparalleled majesty.

　　The world, the earth and everything, has changed its appearance in Allen's eyes.

　　 A broken, mottled, distorted picture appeared in front of Allen's eyes, exuding all sorts of strange auras, as if it had reversed the universe, the sun and the moon, and violated the law of vision that humans are used to.

　　 And the broken focus, the mottled picture blocks, and the twisted vortex are just the [eye] of [Weakness Insight].

　　 For this kind of picture, Alan is still used to the past, after all, he has not experienced it before.

　　 However, this distorted, weird thing makes people feel the urge to vomit blood just by looking at it. This is the first one.

In the previous time, the [eyes] Allen saw were mostly dilation and contraction auras, large and small apertures. Although they lived and died, the light and dark faded, but they only added some details to the normal picture, which did not change the overall situation. .

　　 But now, the scene in front of Alan has suddenly changed.

　　 is like the last days where life is extinct and all things are gone, collapsed to the extreme, all the time, no longer exuding the kind of twisted and collapsed aura.

　　Although the long sword has not fallen, Allen understands that if it is just an ordinary slash, it cannot defeat this very unusual and strange sculpture.

　　 Therefore, under this pressure, Allen's spirit condensed, boiled, merged, and sublimated, turning into the brightest touch.

The sword is fully open, and the gray mist is more like a chaotic atmosphere. Behind Alan, the beast that cannot see its face is shrouded in roaring, roaring to the sky, majestic and domineering, like a standing overlord Looking down on the courage of the world.

　　 The embryonic form of [Domain] is unfolding, but it does not spread all over the place as before, forming a domain-like appearance.

The extremely strong and extremely keen mental will, suddenly exerted force, compressing, kneading, and shaping the originally intangible and substantive [domain], and transformed it into a sharp form like a long knife. .

　　 Although this is a bit rough, it is not so much a long knife, but rather a more bold machete, or a kind of children's clay sculpture.

　　 However, in terms of effect, it is enough.

　　 The long sword in his hand is sharp and sharp, the long sword of [Domain] is vast and strong, and the "potential" is no different.

　　At this moment, the moves that had never been thought of before appeared in Allen's mind like a stroke of magic, and then, the flowing water turned into reality without any hindrance.

　　 The knife in the hand, the knife of [domain], the knife in the heart.

　　 Three knives in one, knives are unparalleled.

　　 Like a white rainbow circling the sun, the comet hits the moon, tracing a perfect trajectory in the sky, and slicing above the most distorted and distorted [me] in Allen's eyes.

　　 click, click...

　　 The sound of swinging the knife was too fast, and the moment Allen burst into flames was too fast, and even surpassed the sound a lot.

　　 It wasn't until Allen had gotten wrong with the sculpture and put the sword into its sheath, the sound that seemed like broken glass gradually sounded, like firecrackers welcoming the spring, endlessly.

　　 turned around and raised his eyes, the tall and weird sculpture still maintained its previous appearance.

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　　Although I can't see the front face~lightnovelpub.net~, I can see the puzzlement on the opponent's face from the side and back, as well as the sincere pain and surprise.

　　 Even, there is a bit of vague cruelty and insidiousness, like a poisonous snake in the dark, lurking and hiding, waiting for an opportunity to kill.

　　 However, all of this has become the past at this time, and all the thoughts are vain after all, and there is no possibility of sight.

　　 Alan shook his head funny, and whispered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "Next time, remember to hide the killing intent a little deeper."

　　 Boom!

　　 Suddenly, the tall sculpture suddenly shattered, and the broken pieces fell like rain, falling to the ground, forming a **** like a ruined building.

　　 Although the shape of this sculpture is weird, the materials on its body are first-class, and the unique metal texture is fascinating.

　　 However, after being broken, it looks like mud and bricks, nothing surprising.

　　 Allen wanted to leave, and then see if there is any possibility of entering from other places.

　　 Suddenly, a bright flash flashed, causing Allen's eyes to narrow unconsciously.

　　

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