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The wind, fire, ice and rain are intertwined in the chic forest, the cold and heat occupy in turn, and the contest of the four man-made forces of nature all indicate that this war belongs to them!

They are not the cause of this war, nor are they the initiators, but they are the protagonists - thousands of eyes look at them, cheer for them, fight for them, die for them!

In the battle of these four forces, it is difficult for them to distinguish the winners and losers, and the checks and balances of each other are not even expected by themselves. It was destined to be a fierce battle, and death could not end it, only time could - but time would sometimes lose patience.

The fierce battle lasted from morning to mid-afternoon, with corpses strewn all over the field, trees in ruins, and rivers of blood. Under the influence of the scorching sun, as well as the wind, fire, ice and rain, several very strange smells spread in the forest, the strongest of which was the lingering smell of blood, as if in a house that had just been painted with blood!

But they are still fighting, and in this bloody space there is only killing! Whether this war is ignorant, just, or inhumane, it must be baptized in blood! This may be the essence of war, the essence of human nature!

Now, of course, this essence and nature are exposed.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Maple Man Dufeng is mediocre to the monster man!

The maple tree is gorgeous, murderous! The flower is flat with orchid flower branches, and the light fragrance attracts butterflies!

This is one of the highlights of this scuffle.

And how they came together and became opponents is unknown, maybe it was random, maybe it was a hostile magnetic attraction, maybe it was just not pleasing to each other, of course this is not the point, the important thing is that their collision may be sparkling, or it can only be just eggs and stones. Regardless of the outcome, their duel is always interesting, as can be seen from their eyes: Dufeng's eyes are bloody, but they are extremely sharp, and the standard knife-like eyes are an indifferent monster at first glance, while Hua Pingping is much more gentle, a kind of standard dandy's cynicism, with mockery, pride (the word "Jiao" is more appropriate, in the eyes of this vase, as if he is more beautiful than a flower) and an unbearable sissy - as if he has a fuck in his throat* Like!

Eye contact before a battle is very interesting, at least more convenient, direct and civilized than swearing, and only they understand each other.

Maybe it's because of their eyes that they "attract" each other - if it's the opposite sex, they'll fall in love right away, and if they're of the same sex, they'll immediately go into battle!

No matter what kind of contest, it starts with the eyes, even if the blind man is no exception - won't his "ignorance" make the opponent very uncomfortable?

In this eye-to-eye fight, they all swooped out—whoosh!!

A large piece of maple leaves flew out like a flying knife, and like a large piece of colorful clouds, fast as the wind, towards the flowers and Pingping's key points!

Maple Leaf !!

Hua Pingping still had a mocking face, as if he didn't take it seriously at all, but covered the orchid on his head with his hand, as if it were his lifeline at that time—and then, with a chaotic "jingle bell," and the maple leaves hit his hard, smooth skin, and did not hurt his flesh in the slightest, but it was a pity for the designer clothes—he had spent a lot of money to buy it, and it had made his heart ache to cover and cut his flesh—it had opened a hundred holes, like a flock of birds with their mouths wide open for insects!

"You dead maple tree, quickly pay me for my clothes!"

A breath of orchid fragrance came to the nostrils, and layers of illusions kept getting closer and then swept towards Dufeng like a storm, but in this fragrance there was an infinite gentleness of murder!

Orchid can also kill?

Maybe it's unbelievable, but it exists.

But this orchid is not poisonous, and the "murderer" of the murderer is not it, but a phantom!

Isn't it even more ridiculous that phantoms can kill?

Not ridiculous, the opinion of outsiders at that time.

It's called "Orchid's Dream", and it sounds like a poem written by a young girl, it may be a good poem, but it's definitely not a good dream!

Dufeng thought it was a misty incense or something, but when he thought so, the invisible fragrance had invaded his respiratory system, and then interfered with his mental system, and the illusion immediately came: this is a field, full of wild flowers, but there is only one kind - orchid! The white orchids sway in the breeze, wave after wave, the fragrance is also wave after wave, the fragrance is pleasant, attracting bees and butterflies, and it is also easy to make people reverie (this is an illusion in an illusion, multiple illusions can easily make people get lost in it, can not dial themselves, can never find an exit, this is the horror of illusion), just imagine, in such a place full of wild flowers, bring a girl here to confess to her, she has no reason not to agree, and then you can do whatever you want!

It's tempting, like a plump beauty in tulle running wild in the rain, which is not only eye-catching, but she may also be followed by a large group of naked men!

A person like Dufeng, who is as cold as water, should be indifferent to this, and even disgusting to vomit, but why did his eyes become so confused and infatuated? Does everyone have or have had an innocent and romantic fantasy in their hearts?

It's just a field of flowers, is it really that charming?

He wandered in the meantime, as if he had returned to the fantasy time of his youth, the time when he still had dreams, but he never returned, but today it was like a rushing stream, drowning him as if it was a kind of happiness to be drowned for no reason!

He was amazed that he had such a thought!

There are more than just flowers here.

Suddenly, several beautiful maidens appeared in the sea of flowers, and they bloomed like flowers, but they were much more beautiful than flowers. There is no comparison between women and flowers - flowers are beautiful, women have the charm of women, sows also have the charm of sows, why can't sows be compared to flowers? If you really want to make an analogy, then you can only compare flowers to beautiful women, because they are simply beautiful!

The girls were slim, their white dresses dancing in the wind, and they still had a faint smile on their faces, just like the fragrance of the flowers. They looked like sisters, and although they were of different beauty, they revealed an unexpected unity—why did they smile at him?

He shouldn't have thought too much about it, because he was a tree man, and they were just ordinary human beings, so why was this harmony getting stronger and stronger? Reproductive isolation should have separated him from them, but now desire was running wild inside him like a wild horse, and he had trusted the horse! It was like fire, which could not be contained with paper, let alone lust!

They smiled sweeter as if they understood what he was thinking.

They surrounded him, and then there were a few "clicks", and they tore their skirts and showed them their carcasses: snow-white skin, plump*, slender and energetic waist, cocked buttocks, slender legs。。。。。。。 And of course, their sweet smiles!

The smile turned into laughter, like the sound of wind chimes, and it sounded like a cheerful little tune! They held hands and surrounded him, raising their legs and turning them around him—it was like a campfire dance!

Brilliant sea of flowers, charming maidens, beating*, long flying hair, one and one legs, and comfortable laughter!

"Are you happy?"

"You're happy。。。。。。。。。 ”

"You're happy。。。。。。。。。 ”

“。。。。。。。。 ”

They asked compulsively, as if to imply something.

What does that imply?

They stopped, looked at him quietly, and waited for his answer.

What did it imply? He didn't seem to know the answer.

Suddenly, they had an extra sword in their hands, and in an instant they stabbed at him—the sword light bloomed like a flower!

And at this moment, Hua Pingping's sword also struck, stabbing at Dufeng's heart - he was completely lost in the illusion!

Whoosh!!

Several vines flew out from between the maple leaves, knocked away the sword of Hua Pingping, and entangled him, pulling him suddenly!

Hua Pingping's heart was pierced by a snow-white knife - a knife that does not touch blood! He looked at Dufeng's eyes as sharp as a knife in surprise, and at the moment of death, he was not afraid of anything, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood at the same time, he also spit out a few words: "How are you。。。。。。。。。 ”

How do you crack the illusion? Of course, this is what Hua Pingping wanted to ask, but he couldn't get any answer before he died. Who is in front of Dufeng, but the people in the back are clear, because Dufeng has a knife stuck in his back!

Of course, this is what she inserted herself, and to deal with illusion, she must make herself conscious, and the sore spot is the best weapon!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Xue Dao could have sat comfortably in the carriage - he thought that the small dashing forest could level the ground in less than an hour, and he didn't need to do such a small thing - drinking wine and enjoying the bloody scene, just like enjoying an opera. However, before the hour came, he was a little restless, not so much because he didn't appear as smoothly as he imagined, but because his blood was boiling and he couldn't bear it!

Yes, there is no one-sided situation in the current form, and the strength of the two sides is deadlocked, and it will be a stalemate for a long time. He was in a hurry, not because of the piles of corpses and rivers of blood, which he didn't care about, nor because it was to turn things around and move in a favorable direction, but because he was in a hurry to kill, because he was in nature to kill, and he loved to kill—nothing made him more happy!

When nature and interests are like-minded, a man will do a great job in this regard! Killing, of course, he will do a very good job. He has killed countless people, he has seen the expressions of all dead people, and he likes to see the expressions of dead people. Even at the age of eleven, he began to kill people: he was born into a family of eunuchs, and once a maid accidentally broke his wooden horse toy, he stabbed her twelve times! Then, when he grew up a little and became a soldier, he killed even more people. Killing so many people, it stands to reason that he should have been numb, but every time he kills, it feels like it is the first time, and this eternal freshness is his motivation and makes him feel satisfied.

For a person like him, it is better to let him die if he is suffocated in a carriage! He is no longer as casual as he was many years ago, although he is not casual and innocent is considered to be indiscriminate, although killing is his preference, isn't it more interesting to pick people to kill? Killing people should not be casual like picking women*, even if he is strong, picking a bad one may have serious consequences that will affect his bells, sexual well-being and sexual orientation! He does not want to change his preference for killing.

Which one would he choose to be killed? No doubt, who else would this person be but the old dragon? He might not kill only one, and in the current situation, the old dragon was the first in line.

To capture the thief is to capture the king first, to kill the snake to cut off the head, and to cut the grass to the roots。。。。。。。。 In fact, this is all about the same truth: the point.

The old dragon is, of course, the focus of the dashing forest - without him, the dashing forest will lose its balance!

Of course, the old dragon also understands this truth. He made his way towards the carriage, but there were too many people standing in his way, and it took a little time.

If Xue * Dao dies, it means the end of this war, or the temporary end, everyone understands this truth, but it will take a lot of hard work to make it a reality.

The old dragon is working hard.

It is easy for two people with the same idea to come together, especially enemies, who are more direct and quick than lovers and siblings.

Soon, the people in their way either fell or flashed to the side.

Xue Dao smiled slyly: "Look around, the corpses are piled up like a mountain of blood, and it is miserable, is this the result you want?"

The old dragon said angrily: "It's mostly because of you!"

"Really?" Xue Dao laughed, "Things have to be considered in many ways—"

"For example?"

"For example, you called those people out—"

"We will never hand it over!"

"Is it worth it to die more for a few?"

"It's not just for a few people—"

"What else?"

The old dragon said excitedly: "For justice, for the dignity of the chic forest!"

Xue Dao sneered: "This is indeed a very grand reason, it sounds like an angelic hymn。。。。。。。! This does not fit in with the theme and direction of development of the times。。。。。。 ”

The old dragon roared: "Justice and dignity are needed in any era!"

"Well said!" Xue Dao clapped his palms and said, "However, it makes no sense to say this in the Demon Domain and the entire Demon World。。。。。。。。 ”

The old dragon said: "It is because of the lack that it is needed!"

"Someone like you。。。。。。。。 I guess it's called 'paranoia'。。。。。。。。。 Xue * knife stroked his long hair, thinking about the meaning of the word.

"Say whatever you want!" said the old dragon, "Anyway, today's 'paranoia', for the sake of justice and dignity, is to eradicate your demon!"

Xue Dao sneered: "Don't say that you are so great - the great people in the world never say that they are great! Not to mention that even if you kill me, can you change the world?"

The old dragon sneered: "You haven't died, how do you know that you can't!"

"Okay then, I'll give you such a chance today!" Xue * Dao showed off his snow leopard glaive knife - bright as the moon, cold as snow, moving like a leopard, very domineering, murderous and snowy, shining after countless blood baptisms, it is definitely a strange big knife!

The "Hyogo" of the trunk of the second dinosaur suddenly opened, and there was already an extra knife on the seven vines, and there were many vines that were doing wave-like movements - for the tree people, the rattan was their hands, and they had a lot of hands!

This showdown, no matter who wins or loses, is bound to affect the development direction of the entire war!

"Oh well. Xue Dao sighed and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The old dragon said, "Now, I'm going to speak with a knife!"

"Don't you really want to say something to the people of the Dashing Forest?"

"I don't want to. ”

"What a shame。。。。。。 Xue Dao pretended to lament, "I thought people would always nag before they died。。。。。。。。 ”

"This will definitely not be my last word!"

As he spoke, seven knives flew out at the same time with the vine, stabbing at the key points of Xue * knife - although the second dinosaur is already old, but he will never be slow to shoot, ruthless, fast, accurate, these three words are the key to many moves, especially knives and swords! He has undoubtedly worked hard in this regard, and is better than many people, and he has practiced knives for three years! Even the most clumsy person who can continue to practice for such a long time (if his life allows) will enter the ranks of first-class swordsmen, not to mention that his talent is already very high (it's just that he is often lazy and dozing off), which makes him a first-class master among first-class swordsmen - that is, a master!

No matter who is faced with such a fast knife and it is seven fast knives, if he can dodge it within a second or two of reaction time, then he is faster than lightning! And Xue * knife is exactly like this! He doesn't seem to dodge, the knife obviously stabbed him, but it was like stabbing the air - all parts of his body dodged and reset in an instant, so fast that there was no trajectory! Therefore, he didn't seem to move, and the knife seemed to stab him, but it didn't happen!

Is this described as "god speed" or "ghost speed"? He is not human at all!

His speed is obviously much faster than these, as fast as ten years and a second, and the yellow-haired child suddenly turns into a gray-haired old man!

This speed can literally turn back time!

He can not only make this brief moment more than enough, but also fight back in this more than enough time - the snow leopard glaive knife roar (a knife with aura, a person with a knife aura, usually has a "knife sound", as if it has become a life, he obviously has both) A sword light swept by, like a snow leopard pounced!

The tree vine turned into two sections, and the seven knives fell to the ground with a "bang"!

This knife is not too fast—it's a human who is fast—but the sword aura it exudes is like that of a beast—yes, it's a snow leopard!

A knife is also a treasure sword.

The snow leopard, a beast colder than snow, with strange eyes, sharp claws, lying in the snow and hiding in the ears, hunting and killing in the jumping and flashing - this knife aura actually makes people put themselves in the slow snow, waiting for him with loneliness and fear, and of course, the snow leopard that is even more terrible than the former!

The knife is as its name, and the people are as its name - Snow Bone Ghost Xue * Knife Snow Leopard Glaive Knife!

The breath of this knife stunned the whole audience—and shattered and fell, the water stopped, the wind blew and echoed, and the fire was as quiet as a virgin—no one was shocked, and all the expressions were mixed together to form a silent screaming chorus!

The world seems to have stopped in this second, people's minds have been hollowed out, and the end of the world seems to be a thing of the past!

But it's just an ordinary knife, and with a casual swing, it cuts off several vines, why does it give people such a terrible thought?!

This is not only the sword qi, but also mixed with this kind of qi - demonic qi! Demonic qi, unique to demons, sometimes Warcraft people will also have, but its origin is pitiful, in fact, many "people" with magic characters have this kind of "qi", but few people will express that at this time, an invisible thing, but it can shock the soul and cause damage (whether it is the soul or the body). This is just like people's "temperament", temperament can also charm people, attract people and even kill people, but it is just a very "painful" "temperament", especially in the flesh!

Xue * Dao is a demon, of course there is a demonic qi, when the demonic qi and the knife qi are combined, it is naturally not strange to be able to cause people to feel deeply clothed!

Therefore, this is just an "ordinary" knife, and the unordinary is still to come!

Whew!!

Whoosh!!

The severed seven rattans rose again, crackling and whipping at Xue *Dao, and at the same time dozens of rattans appeared in the shadows of his trees, some participating in the whip's mission, some trying to entangle Xue*dao's hands and feet, and some rolling up the weapons on the ground.

All of a sudden, the sound of rattan was everywhere: the "whirring" sound in the air, the "popping" sound hitting the ground, and the "whooshing" sound shot like an arrow converged into a song that was the hot skin of a human being, like being whipped by rattan!

The situation is really chaotic, and so are these rattans, but they are chaotic and orderly, and they not only do not intersect and tie knots, but also do not interfere with each other, and carry out their respective "tasks" relatively independently and systematically, and they cooperate seamlessly, which is simply amazing! Such a huge and complex system, dozens of division of labor and cooperation, are actually controlled by one brain, what kind of brain is this!

Just imagine, many people, can only use chopsticks on one hand, and it is very bad to change to the other side, even if it works, it is very awkward, first self-love requires you to use chopsticks with both hands, and relatively independent to complete two tasks: for example, one hand to hold eggs, the other hand to hold noodles, this sounds almost impossible! and most people can do: first use one side to hold eggs, and then use the other side to clamp noodles, or even the same hand! and the old dragon now uses fifty or sixty "hands" to complete their own things at the same time!

It's so chaotic that it's dazzling to see, even the blind and deaf will feel this way, how do you know how to deal with it!

He didn't dodge this time, he didn't have to dodge at all - the knife roared, and the snow leopard glaive was roaring!

A few sword light phantoms slashed, and a powerful knife aura swept out like a raging storm - rattan cut off and flew up all over the sky, like an excellent barber cutting hair, and between the silhouettes, the hair flakes flew all over the place!

What a knife technique, and what a knife energy!

Brilliant and chilling, or rather: indescribable! No poet or writer can do it, and certainly I am not the first two, let alone do it, but cheeky to make do with it! The only one who can send a hymn is perhaps an angel, because she will never be wrong, and even if she is wrong, she will not be wrong!

This knife technique and knife qi are as beautiful as a flower, and as terrifying as an ugly girl like a broken flower!

Beautiful knife, beautiful knife technique!

The old dragon was stunned at that time, and hurriedly withdrew the rattan, but a sword light flew over like a meteor, and the sword qi it carried was like a comet, brilliant and cold, and the dreamlike brilliance was enough to shock the soul!

Before the rattan came back, the sword qi had already swept by, just like the wind--cold wind! After the cold wind, everything was silent, and the people around who were injured by the sword qi trembled, and the cold palpitations did not pass, and their hearts were like ice, motionless at this moment! Even if they were not injured by the sword qi, the shadow left in their hearts was difficult to erase, and they would float out like ghosts on some dream nights, and they would live like frightened birds in the future, knowing that one day they would be scared to death!

The old dragon's heels did not tremble in the slightest, but they had sunk deep into the ground, and the few leaves of the tree had almost all been shaken off and scattered in the air like strands of hair (pine leaves): his expression was stiff, as petrified, and his eyes were as dull as ashes!

In this brief moment, it was as if three hundred years had been lost, and the vicissitudes of time were carved into his face like a knife! In this moment, it was as if he had been dead for three hundred years, and there were no bones left!

Then, diagonally, half of his trunk and a branch that looked like a towering hand slipped and fell heavily to the ground!

"Lao Huang came here for a visit", I don't know which bad guy engraved it on it when he was sleepy, this has been a matter of many years, and now there is only "a trip here" and half of the word "yellow".

What about the nest above him and the little sparrows that squeaked in it? Of course, he didn't take them with him, and before the war he had kept them in a safe place, where there were enough bugs to keep them alive for three or four days. But now, he suddenly feared for their safety, and if he couldn't go back, wouldn't they have to starve to death?!

Death just passed by him!

Xue * Dao smiled coldly, the corners of his mouth were shining, even colder than that knife!

The old dragon was furious, roared, and shook the earth, and then the vines rushed out like a river, and the number was too great to count—where did so many rattans come from?!

The left and right sides of the vines gushed out like a river, trapping Xue * Dao in the center, like a thick fence! Then, another tree vine flew up into the sky and set it up, densely packed, and it was about to be capped! The tree vine quickly wrapped Xue * Dao like a tent, and then tightened, contracted, and unimaginably fast, the friction sound of the tree vines was everywhere, but it was not jammed or knotted, they were entangled like thousands of snakes!

And the strange thing is that Xue * Dao could have destroyed the vine cover before it was formed--this knife and knife technique are definitely a trivial matter-but he looked at it coldly, and even disdained it, was he really very sure of breaking through the siege of this rattan?

Is such self-confidence too much?

The people present, if they are still alive and can write memoirs in the future, they can't play that knife, the knife that broke the sky and the earth, like an indelible scar left in the bottom of their hearts, and they will always ache faintly, even if they are not injured!

This knife shoots out as brilliantly as a sunrise, and ends as sadly as a sunset, but the process between sunrise and sunset is a violent storm and snow, frozen for thousands of miles! In the face of this long snow, few people will be able to walk out, and even if they are not frozen to death, they will be eaten by the snow leopard!

That's right, Xue * knife shot - a powerful knife light poured out like a stream of light, as thin as a blade, but sharper than a blade, its cold * people, even colder than the cold of the ice man Bing Yichuan, so cold that the hair stood upside down but it was like being cut away by scissors! Its burst of knife qi was more fierce and stronger than the wind on the summit of Mount Everest! The knife qi shook the person next to him who had poor internal strength, concussion, fainting, cold, and even death!

The sword light suddenly appeared, obscuring the scorching sun's brilliance, and then the bundles of rattan in a circle broke in half and bounced back!

No one could stop this knife, and the old dragon was no exception, not to mention that the treeman's feet (roots) were inherently inflexible, and his body was too large and clumsy—the light of the knife pierced through his trunk and swept by!

The moment the sword flew by, the world seemed to stand still, hungry, what had happened and everything seemed to have happened, and suddenly it was all quiet, like a sacred ritual!

It's a dumb scream, the moment of horror bursting through the throat, as if it has spread to the whole world, if the world has not yet found absolute stillness and objects, it can be found in this instant!

The old dragon stood very steadily, his eyes were wide open, motionless, and his pupils were still contracting, as if he had condensed all the "horrors", which may have gone beyond the scope of instinctive reactions, and Chen Shou couldn't bear the weight of life!

From a distance, he didn't have any damage at all, but everyone saw something, even if it was just a blink of an eye, no matter how fast the whole process was, but at least the moment the sword light disappeared, they saw it. Even if you can't see it, you can read it from his expression - he's dead!

There was an extra slit as thin as a thread on his body, so thin that it was almost impossible to see with his muscles, and from head to toe, it split him in half! Of course, the person next to him couldn't see this slit clearly, but it could be seen from the huge crack left by the sword qi on the ground under his feet-this