Thirteen strikes of thunder. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If Artst was here, then he would be pleased.

Because the tricks he once created have actually been passed down.

But whether it's gratifying or inheriting, it's actually not a good word.

Only for some people, something is about to be lost, or has been lost, do they use the words "gratification" and "inheritance".

Artist is indeed dead.

Moreover, not many people remember him anymore.

Su Junyan was probably one of those who remembered him very little, so he couldn't help but sigh.

The battle between man and demon held in the central square of the Central King City seems to be still vivid.

But the world has changed, and many people have died.

Only these shadows that once amazed the world remained.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune.

In short, when Su Junyan saw that the entire sky was broken, and thirteen purple lightning bolts rushed out of the void like thirteen wild dragons, rushing towards him.

He was actually a little happy.

And only then did he take seriously what had come to him.

It was one shot from Winnington, and thirteen shots, or maybe Winnington had actually stabbed countless shots in that instant.

Thirteen is actually an imaginary number, and it can be so violent that it can directly shake the heavens and the earth, tear apart the surface world, and cause the purple thunder in the void to fall directly.

How many shots should have been stabbed?

To be honest, Su Junyan really admires Wen Nington.

Although in the end, it was Winnington who stepped onto the stage of the Central Continent, but in terms of martial arts cultivation and personal strength, he was never the strongest in their generation.

In that man-demon duel, he was also the defeated general of Li Bamo's men.

However, in just over a year, he directly crossed that moat and became one of the few strongest people in this world.

Perhaps, much faster than his former nemesis, Li Bamo.

Or rather, Li Bamo has never been his old enemy, it is just an illusion of weakness that he has created.

In any case, this is a shot to be admired.

Deserved, gods and demons are present.

But Su Junyan's response was much simpler, he just held the little orange in his hand and slashed back.

Nothing more, nothing less.

It's a knife.

Since opening the second door, Su Junyan's sword path has also advanced to a terrifying height.

He already has his own sword realm.

His sword realm is hope.

Besieged on all sides, there is no way to retreat is a desperate situation.

The sky is thundering, and the gods and demons are present, which is also a desperate situation.

But no matter what the desperate situation, there is always a glimmer of hope.

Su Junyan's knife is hope.

With a slash, the rolling thunder in the sky dissipated in an instant.

The torn void was also restored to its original state.

Only one of the stabbed Winnington was left, and he was still moving forward.

Winnington is really a strong man.

Su Junyan's sword swept away ten thousand thunders, almost the power to reverse the world.

The power of the laws contained in it is difficult to describe.

But Winnington can still uphold his gun intent, ten directions, invincible.

Su Junyan couldn't help but nod slightly, and also felt the tenacity of Wen Nington's gun intent, worthy of being a man who had been in charge of the huge Central Empire for a year.

And the human soldiers at the head of the city have long been stunned, this is completely the scene of myths and legends.

A shot of wind and thunder, a knife of wind and thunder.

It's just that the victory doesn't seem to be on their side?

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Time to go back.

Charles's hand, dangling above the box where Olivia was lying.

It's time to decide.

Olivia's face was like something he had at his fingertips, as long as he stretched out his hand, it would be fine.

But he suddenly hesitated again.

This hesitation has been a constant occurrence in his nearly thirty years of life, and it is also the main reason for his failed life.

He always thought so.

He hated himself for being like that.

No matter how much mental construction you did before you came, how hard you tried to convince yourself.

But when it came time to really make up his mind, he hesitated again.

Weak, not assertive.

These are the hard wounds of his status in this world.

Be ruthless!!

Charles yelled at him, but his hands shook for no reason.

This is your own sister, really......

This unprovoked hesitation made him sweat on his forehead.

It also made him feel that the atmosphere around him was suddenly extremely solemn.

Mai Witt couldn't have been unaware of this atmosphere, but he just stood not far away and watched him, as if to see what he did.

Everything hidden under the table is actually about to come out.

Just wait for an outbreak.

That timing was his choice.

How to choose?

In the end, he couldn't help but glance back at Mai Werther.

Don't dare to look at his own sister.

"What should I do?" he looked at Mai Werther like a thirsty fish, breathing much more easily and looking greedy.

What am I going to do.

On the surface, this sentence sounds like what I have to do to get out of the current situation.

How can I save my sister?

Actually, it has similar meanings, but at a deeper level, it is the choice.

His choice is related to the fate of his sister and his fate.

If he chooses to withdraw, maybe he will die the next moment.

But Mai Werther did not answer him, and stood by as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Including Olivia.

"That's your choice. Mai Werther's answer was almost cold.

"I ......" Charles had to turn back and look at his sister's face.

The atmosphere around the surroundings became more and more depressing.

Repressed killing.

So, is Mai Werther one too?

Charles suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then there was no way.

Sister, this is the way this world is.

He finally made a choice, and one hand was stretched down.

And it was at this time that a thunderclap suddenly sounded.

After that, there was a continuous thunderclap of unknown number of thunders.

The whole world seemed to be covered in thunder and lightning.

And this thunder, as if it was some kind of horn, triggered everything that had been hidden for a long time, the killing machine.

The "hands-on !!" has sneaked back to the Mai Bachelor in the city for a long time.

The guards who were waiting outside the astrological library were also in trouble.

On the Astrological Table......

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