(Thanks to the support of the alliance leader Nakajima Feng, it should have been written in the title, but the title is too short for me to write...... ）

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"Friendship is magic...... Is it?"

The prince was stunned for a long time, nodded slowly, and agreed from the bottom of his heart: "That's a good point." ”

This made Huai Shi, who stole lines from children's cartoons, unhappy.

Never rejecting the precious respite offered by Huai Shi, the prince calmly regrouped his posture and raised his head again in the midst of the chanting of his people, and his face was radiant.

"Such a battle is really enjoyable, Huaishi, why don't we get to know each other earlier?"

He sighed abruptly: "A little earlier, a little earlier, a long, long time ago...... Wouldn't it be great if we could get acquainted, get to know each other, and explore together?"

"Although I am grateful for your affection and friendship, Your Royal Highness, shouldn't this kind of thing be said by a girl?" Huai Shi shrugged: "Don't look at me like this, in fact, I am still a teammate." ”

"That's a shame. ”

The prince chuckled softly.

The white horse neighed, its iron hooves pounding on the ground, snorting a line of fiery snorts, its wings suddenly spreading, and the feathers had turned into light.

The wings of holy light spread out from this hell, paying homage to their enemies with an innocent and hearty smile.

"So, let's start again!"

"Good!"

The grand melody of Ode to Joy rose again, and Huai Shi's hand unfolded the knife and axe, roared with a loud sound, and rushed out wildly ahead.

Infinite power blessed him, and he felt as if he had become a light.

Everywhere he went, the frenzied essentia spread across the earth, causing the grass seeds that had fallen from the broken pockets to germinate and grow, followed by countless towering trees, and in an instant, they turned into a solemn and cold jungle.

The mountain ghost roared, stepped on the trees that grew out, galloped out towards the sky, and the blade of the axe fell!

The blade sweeps.

Thunder erupted from the sky.

The white horse roared, and the wings of light shook again, forcibly suppressing the blow of Huai Shi, and then, more solemn power emerged from the prince's body, and the handsome face cracked, and the blue eyes reflected became more and more quiet and far-reaching.

The prince is burning.

Pure light condensed from the blade, and the majesty of iron burst out from it, slashing down!

Razor-sharp.

Huai Shi felt a sharp shock in his wrist, and the blade of the axe under the blessing of layers of power actually cracked open, and a tragic scratch was left on the back of the sacrificial knife.

He flew upside down.

And the Pegasus spreads his wings and pursues it, and the prince raises his sword and slashes again!

But in mid-air, Huai Shi seemed to have given up resistance, stretched his limbs, and exhaled the hot breath in his chest, and in the next moment, dark green fire burst out from his pupils.

It's like the sun shining.

The phantoms broke free from their shells, each with a sword and axe, and met the onrushing prince, the mountain ghost roared, and spat out a three-foot-long icy fire from its mouth.

From his hand, the chain roared out and was tied around Pegasus's neck.

In an instant, spears, knives, and axes burst into a roar, and the low echoes turned into beats, overlapping in one place, perfectly blending into the melody of Ode to Joy.

A chord!

With the blessing given by Lily, now Huai Shi has been able to release such a trick as Long Xiang after a little preparation.

Destroy the wither!

The white horse neighed violently.

Above his neck, a crack opened, blood gushed out, and the prince's sword blade had already struck suddenly in Huaishi's slash, and the tip of the sword flew sideways and fell to the ground.

Broken.

The white horse's wings spread out and lingered in the sky, and the prince raised his blade in disbelief, staring at the broken sword at the tip, and soon smiled.

"With this blow, I will repay you for such amazing skills, Huaishi, my challenger!"

On the top of the arena, he gazed at the fallen boy, slowly picked up the blade in his hand, and loudly declared, "I would like to hand over this sword with all spirits, and virtue will coexist with our legends—"

In the midst of the impassioned chorus, the praise of the people, and the expectations of the maiden, the light of the blade rose like a pillar of flame.

The light was like a flame, wrapped around the broken blade, rising upward, like a banner of light, soaring into the sky, leaving a slender trail in the fierce wind that was engraved in everyone's eyes.

The sound of the mighty trumpet burst out here, announcing to the world the prince's bravery and strength, and praising the divine power and strength of this sword.

"O great spirit of the gods, rely on this sword. ”

The Prince's cry, the banner of light was raised, and virtue and hope burst forth here, and the pure and dazzling light occupied the only main axis between heaven and earth.

With the prince's loud declaration, the flaming sword of light slashed downward:

"—The long night is over!"

That is, the torrent of light that burst out from the blade of the sword, straight forward, rather than bending, with an indomitable momentum, destroying all obstacles.

This bearing is the embodiment of virtue and integrity from the heart, and this strength is the uncompromising nobility.

Just by watching, you can understand the hope placed on that back.

Just listening, and you'll hang your head in the midst of that impassioned declaration.

The eternal night is broken with a slash.

Immediately, the sky was full of light.

In the dead silence, even the Ode to Joy, full of joy and blessings, was cut by the roar of the sword. Countless blessings and buffs were shattered under this sword.

The majestic jungle fell apart under the illumination of the light, and bent with a bang.

All darkness is purified.

This is the end of the long night.

Dawn came.

This is the essential restraint of the dark forces, a terrorist attack without any blind spots and gaps, tearing apart all darkness and announcing the arrival of light.

As the rising smoke and burning ashes gradually dissipated from the wind.

After a heavy shattered barrier, Huai Shi's emaciated figure slowly raised its head, and the sound of breaking came from the broken face, as if it was about to fall apart completely.

Countless dark essentia slowly dissipated from his shell.

"The transformation of life and death, is that so?"

Huai Shi's lips opened and closed, and the fragments were peeled off from the face, and as the corners of his mouth hooked, he showed a sudden smile: "I see......"

From the crack in his naked upper body, in his chest, a new flame rose again after the fire that gradually died out.

As his blood dripped down, a withered yellow grass gradually grew out of the cracks of the stage, and illusory dew dripped down and fell on Huai Shi's cracked palm.

So, in an instant, the crack in the palm of the hand gradually healed.

This is the true hidden power and miracle of the mountain ghost stigma.

It is not about assimilating death, but about embracing it, not about plundering life, but about coexisting with each other.

Unlike the Yin Spirit, which constantly draws itself closer to death by constantly absorbing negative essentia, this life sought by self-death pursues the form that is closest to the essence of life.

After throwing away all meaningless burdens, the pure circulation of vitality is realized, like water, from high to low, from the crowd to the widow. Through this borrowing and repayment, incredible miracles are created in a short time that is not enough to describe with a single thought.

It's like a small flow of money before the account is closed after all the digits in the account balance have been deducted.

Even if it is a small value of 0.0001 yuan, it is also an important symbol to distinguish between what is there and what is not.

Even if the huge trunk and luxuriant foliage on the surface are burned, as long as there is a line of roots, then life can continue, grow again, germinate, survive the long winter, and usher in a grand opening.

It wasn't until the moment when all the dark essentia was evaporated that Huai Shi comprehended such an essence from the changes in the stigma, if it weren't for this sword, he didn't know how long it would take him to personally experience the changes and growth of the mountain ghosts.

Now, with only a remnant of grass under his feet.

Huai Shi took a turn from the edge of the realm of death, and returned again, countless wounds slowly healed from Lily's endless rain of light.

Taking a step forward, I felt as if my old shell had peeled off.

Get back on your feet.

Huai Shi clenched her sword and axe, smiled at the prince above the sky, and announced her existence.

Immediately afterward, the vitality that had been eliminated from the countless gloom sprung up from the chest, and the essentia smoothly transformed arbitrarily between the two stages, forming a perfect cycle.

"Then, let me repay it, Your Highness!"

In the whispers of the poem, there was a sudden roar, which came from the collision of knives and axes, and the sonorous sound rose from the steel and turned into a heavy beat.

- [Swordsmanship: Performance]!

It's as if the starting character has been pressed.

The mighty will is carried out in this heavy beat, and the will of Huai Shi is undoubtedly conveyed in the hearts of every performer in the orchestra.

After a brief moment of stunnedness, the old man in front of the organ raised his hand and pressed it abruptly on the keyboard in front of him.

As the pedals dropped, the massive air valve hidden behind the wall snapped open, and the red-hot steam rushed through the pipes, washing over the old reeds and shaking everything violently.

It's as if the whole world is in turmoil.

A heavy melody burst forth from among the old men—terrifying and solemn, with a thousandfold awe, a thousand-fold sacredness, and a million-fold coldness!

Like fate.

But now, in the midst of the mighty melody, fate has rushed to the end, to meet the final verdict and judgment, and to face the light of redemption and the thunder of punishment.

The end is coming!

"The Holy Spirit testified with the prophets; The dust will melt in the flames!"

As the melody unfolded, the low cello sound burst out from Huai Shi's hand and spread.

Under Lily's guidance, the people in the choir opened their mouths to sing in unison, and their deep voices overlapped in one place, turning into a roar and roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"That day will be the day of the wrath of heaven, the time of the coming of the judges!

"The day of wrath is coming!"

They are crying out, proclaiming, "The day of wrath will come!"

So, the thunder of judgment was held in Huaishi's hands!