A ruin in the Southern District.

The collapsed house is like a building block, and the big stones are like building block parts. In the field of building blocks, even if they are disassembled, they can be put back together. But the ruins of reality have long been forgotten.

Because of the Wanderer Project, wanderers in most places were sent to mysterious shelters by Tu Lin. The only new town, the realm that seems to be like a paradise on earth, outsiders have no idea how prosperous it is. The so-called "clean-up" law is nothing more than a policy introduced by wealthy people and political legislators, and it may have been in existence since the establishment of new urban areas.

But after thinking about it, the so-called "big cleaning" decree is also humane, and anyway, the kind of ghost place in the new city is not for ordinary people. Use special regimes, special policies, and special decrees to oppress the people at the bottom. It would be nice for the wanderers to be kicked out of the new town, and they would never be kicked out of their dreams again if they slept anywhere outside.

On the horizon of the ruins stand two people, a man and a boy, and the arena is swept by garbage, accompanied by a gust of gloomy wind, which is quite picturesque. If you put this video on the DY social platform, you will definitely be able to make the first wave of popularity and become the best champion today. It's a pity that the current DY video champion is always the "Black Carbon Boy One-Man PK Wanderer", who almost dominated the screen for a while. If you want to surpass that champion, you must either be more popular than him, or darker than him, otherwise how can you surpass that so-called champion.

Then again. On the battlefield, the enemy doesn't care if you are an adult or not, people will go up and slash you in the neck, and slash wildly until you are out. If we are in an era of war, no matter men, women and children, they will all go to the battlefield. A wave of unsettled waves rose again and again, and the black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the moat clicked and fell, and it fell into the abyss in an instant.

The man on the left is wearing a black robe, a dark green overalls underneath, a tall figure standing on the horizon, the wind is blowing, and the black robe looks majestic. He stood motionless on the horizon with his big sword on his shoulder, perhaps because his legs were numb. The brunette was blown messy, maybe it was because he hadn't washed his hair in the morning.

The boy on the right is also wearing a king-size black robe with an XXL dark green overalls underneath. Looking at his disdainful look, he must have the bottom in his heart.

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Don't sleep at home on the big weekend, run to a duel in a deserted place, I see you really have a problem with your brain! Yu Wenfei began to scold, he must be an old player in the Zu'an area of "League of Legends".

Tao Mu Zhi on the opposite side didn't say a word, he was carrying a peerless big knife, and his eyes were staring at Yu Wenfei with menacing eyes. Children inevitably have tempers, and the audience is understandable, who is not impulsive when they are young? The children of wealthy families were more impulsive in their teenage years, like Lucifer's son Mammon.

"Damn, what do you mean by not talking?" Yu Wenfei didn't understand that guy a little, he didn't want to be impulsive, and he didn't want to go to a duel because of the other party's words. He thought that Momoki was just talking, but he didn't expect that guy to really have this idea. He must have had the urge to cut people a long time ago, right? Is that guy an executioner reincarnated? The ancestral broadsword and the ancestral temper, the three chapters of the family motto, and the chapters are all techniques for cutting people.

Yu Wenfei shook his head, he sighed helplessly, today is another extraordinary day.

A gust of wind blew, Yu Wenfei knew today's weather forecast, it would not rain today, but it was a little gloomy. Maybe the southern district is more special, the sun is shining in the sky and the rest of the place is shining, and the mood is so good that it is comfortable. Use the quilt drying technology to strangle tens of thousands of pests, and accept the embrace of the sun's father.

Anyway, he wants to doze off a little now, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep after a while.

With a gust of wind blowing, Tao Mu Zhi dragged the heavy peerless broadsword, the blade slashed on the horizon, he was majestic, and he was domineering. The peerless broadsword was like a bull, in this Colosseum-like arena, the bull galloped around the field, using the red robe to tease, the sword neighed, and the audience was enthusiastic.

The moment the great sword landed, it let out a low roar, and not a single light from the sky fell on the blade, and the man brandished the great sword, he wanted to end the battle as soon as possible. Finish early, go home early to sleep, hide in the warm quilt, feel the hot cocoa soaked by Lao Tang, and don't move like a zongzi, winter should be like this. Instead of running to a place where birds don't poop, bored enough to duel together.

The most pitiful thing is that there are only two people in the audience, and there is no audience, which makes this originally enthusiastic Roman gladiator become two people teasing each other. originally wanted to pull Tang Chuanhai over with him, but that guy caught up with his aunt as a guest, and he stayed in the toilet in the morning and didn't come out, the toilet was his home, and civilization depended on him.

Yu Wenfei exhaled a breath of cold air, leaving a breath of cold mist in the Beiyan Great Sword. The blade of the sword swung in the air, and the blade was extremely heavy, oppressing the atmosphere, as if it was atmospheric pressure. Before it came, everything was as calm as water, and no one knew how powerful the atmospheric pressure was.

Not only did Yu Wenfei's big sword let out a low roar, but the bull that seemed to be planted with peach trees was also roaring, like two engines rushing to prepare for a finale before they stopped. It's a pity that I didn't pick a good day, and this gloomy weather makes people's mood inevitably a little sad. The atmosphere is so bleak, if it is accompanied by a BGM of "Love When You Die", not to mention how suitable the atmosphere is, listen to it yourself.

The sword has no sword neighing, the knife has no sword light and shadow, the sword has no sword out of the sheath, and the sword has no knife to make a move. The moment the blades and blades touched, it was like a bull rushing towards a matador, and one of the two was bound to lose. But this situation doesn't seem to be valid here, but I saw that the momentum of the two of them didn't let anyone.

The domineering side leakage of the decapitation is unparalleled, and the majesty of the heavy blade pioneer. The Colosseum and the gladiators' wails and blood boiling will eventually end with the lives of the other side.

Twenty minutes ago, Little Sheep Lodge.

Yu Wenfei hid in the quilt and slew, the fluffy Bugs Bunny quilt was pressed against his body, wrapped around his whole body without leaking any gaps, like a zongzi, Qu Yuan fell in love with you when he saw it. He covered his head in the quilt, anyway, there was a lot of space in the quilt, and it would not be a problem to stuff another one in.

He was wearing a black cotton mask, the same eye patch as Naruto Uzumaki, the same red socks as Santa Claus, the 100 degrees Celsius hot cocoa was still bubbling on the table, the windows were closed on all sides, the curtains were closed, leaving only the twilight light in the corner of the bedroom, the rocking chair was there, and a copy of "Winter in Venice" was placed next to Mocha Coffee, winter should look like winter.

What was he doing in his dreams? It seemed to be running after Xue Bao, looking back at Aisha and smiling at him. Through a layer of Naruto Uzumaki's blindfold, half of his face showed a lewd smile.

Suddenly, someone broke into the door and kicked the door open, young and with a big temper. Tao Muzhi rushed to the bed, he didn't want to hide in the bed and smell Yu Wenfei's stinky socks to sleep. He just came to wake people up, but it was strange for the bull to wake people up.

"Yu Wenfei !!!"

The sound of the peach wood plant instantly expanded in the bedroom, and it seemed that it had reached eighty decimal belongings, preparing to hopefully break through ninety decibels. As long as he wants to, there is nothing he can't accomplish.

Yu Wenfei hid in the quilt, and didn't pay attention to the voice of Tao Muzhi, the lewd smile was still very obscene, Xue Bao was always that Xue Bao, and Aisha was always that Aisha. The dream is beautiful, but the reality is very embarrassing.

"Yu Wenfei, Yu Wenfei, Yu Wenfei, Yu Wenfei...... Wake up, let's go to the duel! Tao Muzhi pinched Yu Wenfei's shoulders with both hands and shook it vigorously, trying to pull Yu Wenfei out of the dream in this way.

Luckily, this method seems to have been somewhat successful.

Yu Wenfei did not tear off the blindfold, even if the turmoil in the outside world was greater than the dream virtual world, he had to reconnect to the network and continue to chase his dreams, his Elsa, and his Frozen. He just turned over and found a better angle to continue sleeping. In dreams, he can do whatever he wants, and he can even play God.

It's just that it's hard to control dreams, and then again, why does the four-word word do whatever you want become more and more obscene?

"Your grandmother's still sleeping?" Momoki Zhigang was very happy, but it turned out to be disappointed.

"Yu Wenfei, don't sleep, get up and duel with me, hurry up." Tao Muzhi continued to shake Yu Wenfei's body, only to see Yu Wenfei's lips trembling, vaguely not knowing what to say.

"Hmm...... OK…… Well...... Good...... OK……”

Is what you promised in your dream real in reality? What if someone doesn't buy it?

"Well, that's what you said. Wait a minute, remember to wake up early, come to the ruins on the edge of the South End, and then we will fight to the death. Tao Muzhi jumped out of bed and glanced at Yu Wenfei who was lying on the bed and continued to sleep, he was afraid that Yu Wenfei would forget the location, so Tao Muzhi casually copied a pen and a piece of paper, and scribbled the location on it.

Then he put a small note on Yu Wenfei's forehead and left. Before leaving, he didn't forget to laugh at Yu Wenfei. In the dream, in the winter, where the sky is full of snow, the guy is still chasing Xuebao, chasing Elsa, and chasing his own Frozen.

Hot cocoa maintains its own temperature, and the view of Venice in winter is not Eden. The dusk light has nowhere to hide in the corner, and Bugs Bunny hides in the bed to protect the unique temperature, and winter should look like winter.

Coming back to his senses, the score of the Colosseum was 1 to 1, the screams of the whole audience simulated by the neighing of the sword, the blood-boiling mentality will never perish, Yu Wenfei gladiator held a passive mentality, one move after another, the blade and the blade passed by, the two rushed around the field, the peach tree planted bull sprinted all the way, and the first rush killed the so-called gladiator.

The domineering incarnation of the unequaled broadsword is a Spanish bull, everything has imagination, that domineering aura is like a Spanish bull gasping for breath, glaring angrily ahead, two horns against the sky, in the red robe and the round state before the rainy day, the Spanish bull is in all the state, the front foot is stepping on the ground, bending down and looking up.

With an order, the blood of the audience boiled, the gloomy air was torn apart in an instant, and the bull began to sprint, its goal in this life is red robe and glory, the pursuit of the awe of life, and the undefeated situation for several rounds. The gladiator on the opposite side was not far behind, and in the reaction of the gloomy atmosphere, the blade shone brightly, and the matador rushed out with a gust of air, holding a red robe dyed with blood, teasing the bull forward.

The shadow of Manolet, the lines of Spain, the domineering side leak in the arena. On one side, the bullfight screen impacts the perspective, and on the other side, the sword pierces through the eardrum. The Spanish bull galloped back and forth under the guidance of the peerless broadsword, the two were violent, and the connection between the soul and the soul was just the blood and awe that were connected together.

The mentality of the matador and the gladiator, for the victory or defeat of this round, they are not to be left behind, and all lives are equal in the arena. The spearman is in tune, the dart player inserts the golden hook, and the blade is aimed at the prelude to the burst of focus. The aura of the big sword surged up, and the light that became the focus of the audience was too dazzling.

In the face of that strong momentum, the bull grasped the ground on all fours, but Tao Muzhi took several steps back. If it weren't for the support of the Peerless Broadsword, maybe he would have been blown away by that momentum. It's true that the small body is not very suitable for fighting, and is only suitable for playing house. Perhaps such ridicule can stimulate the potential in his body.

Tao Muzhi knows very well, he knows Yu Wenfei's strength very well, that guy is usually a little lazy, but the rest is okay, all skills are full, but the character of being lazy to explode, and the passive mentality. If he is not cornered, he will not easily show his strength, not to mention that he is already a little overwhelmed by just using eighty percent.

Maybe it's because I didn't eat breakfast in the morning, after all, breakfast is the most important thing.

"Throw in the towel, little brother? If you admit defeat now, let's go home early for dinner, if you don't want to admit defeat as soon as possible...... Then ......" Yu Wenfei stood opposite and before he finished speaking, Tao Muzhi interjected the words.

"Throw in the towel? Are you kidding? In my dictionary, there is no word to admit defeat. Isn't it just strength, as if I don't have it. Momoki held the hilt of the knife in both hands, the blade pointed to the sky, and the white strip bound to the tail of the hilt fluttered in the wind.

"No, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to say finish early and go home early...... I didn't say ...... your strength" Before Yu Wenfei finished speaking, Tao Muzhi interjected the words again.

"Yu Wenfei, I'll let you see the true strength of my peach tree cultivation today."

Really, kids always like to interject? It may be a bear child, it may be a bear child carrying a knife, it may be a bear child carrying a knife named Momoki.

As soon as the words fell, Tao Muzhi bit his thumb, gently bit out the blood, and then smeared the blood on the blade, Yu Wenfei on the opposite side saw it clearly, and his brows furrowed.

"What the hell? That guy is going to use that trick again, right? Is it really sick, an ordinary duel as for him? The current bear children are too impetuous, and they are not interesting at all. Yu Wenfei was a little speechless.

The blood was cut into crescents on the blade and slowly sucked into the knife, and as the heavy atmosphere changed, the bull's eyes were bloodshot and he glared angrily at the matador in front of him. I saw that the Wushuang Broadsword released a thick murderous aura, and the blood slid down on the knife, and the knife actually bleed?!

The scarlet blood dyed the Wushuang broadsword into a red blade, the murderous aura became heavier and heavier, and with the atmosphere, the sword shadows could be seen everywhere, and the bull's front feet desperately trampled on the ground, and it was ready to sprint to the end of the fate ahead again, to follow its reverence and equality for life.

"Beheading Peerless First Style: First Rush Slash!"

Momoki muttered to himself in his heart about his traditional bull chopping method, which was a special alternative set of combat decisions, only sprinting and chasing, no regression and admitting defeat, there must be a way before the car reaches the mountain, and the knife must land on the heel. The kid gripped the hilt of the knife tightly in both hands, the crescent-like blade behind him, ready to try to cut through it all in the next second.

Yu Wenfei stood in place and didn't want to move, and he didn't want to disturb that guy, the spell casting moves were always so slow, and he didn't know what he was accumulating.

"First rush!"

With an order, the bull strode forward, the momentum rolled violently, the bull was angry, the low roar was spitting hot air in the rage, according to this posture, the matador could not resist the power of the bull with two horns standing up to the sky, the roar continued, and the heat always came out of the nostrils. The bulls have already set off for the battlefield, how can the bull demon king behind him stand still and remain motionless.

Of course, he had already rushed to the past, and he had been accumulating strength for a long time, and of course his own strength had improved by a notch. In a moment's time, in the blink of an eye, Tao Mu planted a peerless broadsword and flashed behind Yu Wenfei in seconds. The blade was only twenty centimeters at the edge of Yu Wenfei's neck, and his head almost fell to the ground.

Yu Wenfei was stunned for a while, to be honest, he was indeed surprised. That kid's temper has risen a lot, his strength has increased by a notch, and his speed is the same, it seems that he still relies on that method alone to make his strength skyrocket in an instant. This is why that kid can be on an equal footing with the other eleven people, and it is not without certain reason.

However, this method is not a long-term solution, and if you use it too much, it is naturally not good for your health. Where is the free lunch in the world, this kind of forcible improvement of one's strength, and it also needs to be paid for with blood, and it is strange that the life span is not reduced, it seems that you have to eat pig red every day to maintain your life.

A knife fell directly on Yu Wenfei's body, but it disappeared, which made Tao Muzhi a little confused.

"Afterimage? When was this? ”

This is simply impossible, he has been staring at Yu Wenfei from beginning to end, and his eyes have not blinked, how can he turn into an afterimage all of a sudden? No matter how fast the speed is, there must be a response, this is quiet, or it turns into an afterimage under his nose, I have to say that he really admires Yu Wenfei's strength.

The bull charged and slaughtered everything, the matador spearman, and the dart man besieged the Spanish bull, the spear stuck in the rhythm of the bull, the dart inserted the golden hook, and with the low roar, the bull's irritability seemed to subside. The heat no longer came out of his nostrils, the blood disappeared, and the bull turned into a baby cow in an instant.

Tao Muzhi looked around, but found that Yu Wenfei was not in the current line of sight, and that guy could not be invisible. But when he suddenly saw a shadow on the ground, he realized that it was not easy at all. He looked up, and sure enough, the guy was wielding a great sword in the sky, a moment before the blade fell heavily to the ground.

Momoki didn't make a decision, his family motto didn't allow him to retreat, and the only strategy was to sprint, and the final rush.

"Why doesn't that guy get out of the way? Is he looking for death? Yu Wenfei was worried that he would not be able to control the power of the Heavy Blade Pioneer for a moment, if he really made a move, the ground would be directly shattered, and needless to say, that little kid would be turned into ashes in an instant.

Momoki stood in place and looked up at Yu Wenfei down, holding a big knife in his hand and preparing to face this round. Dead or alive, we'll talk about that later. As a soldier, you must not make the mistake of fleeing the battlefield, your blood is boiling in your heart, even if the whole field is deserted, you have to die on the battlefield, which is a kind of awe for the battle.

The blade of the sword was inserted into the ground in an instant, and Yu Wenfei fell from the sky, breaking the camera screen directly into black with one move.

The picture turned again, the peach tree had fallen to the ground, the surrounding bulls had disappeared, there was no toasting carnival witnessed by thousands of people in the arena, and the bloody screams disappeared into the last corner of the sky as the sword neighed and stopped. Yu Wenfei took back the Beiyan Greatsword and the Wushuang Broadsword, hugged the peach tree that fell to the ground, and turned around and walked out of the ruins.

It is clear that the winner has already been decided, and who wins and who loses knows best.

"What an idiot, is a duel so important? Never mind...... Just when you win this time. Yu Wenfei stood in place, paying a little attention to his last shot, and you will find that the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned.