175. Broken Sword
Running without limit, dodging, the sound of the building collapsing in his ears never ceased, being careful to inhale the dust when he gasped, booming, it was difficult to find that one percent out of one hundredth, perhaps after a long time, he overcame the torment, his numb legs vibrated with strength, the stinging spirit did not sink into the monotonous machinery, and climbed up the white mountain again, the man held firmly, and went up against the wind.
With a tense face, a narrow road, huge stones flew down, the complexion remained unchanged, the left hand caught the one-story cement block with an incredible technique, the insignificance and the huge formed an incomparable contrast, the moment the two touched, time seemed to stop for a moment, the cement that could easily smash any creature paused slightly, the man turned sideways, the right hand holding the sword put on the left hand, and the power changed direction in an internal lubrication, maybe a hideous boulder of a part of a tall building fell down with a clatter.
Take a deep breath - it was also a short break, the man ran like a cheetah, the white mountain was upside down at any moment, the direction and gravity were dizzying, he clawed, hugged, thrust with his sword, the blood that had just splashed was blown away by the strong wind of the charge, it was impossible to imagine what a human could reach, the height was rising, the temperature was low, the clothes were hunting, he was soaring with some god.
Something was moving on his body, and the white god screamed, and a stirring qi suddenly swept across the huge mountain range, and the wings and scales seemed to be blessed by the streamer, shining and noble.
"Bang." The man knelt down suddenly, the ferocious inertia of the movement and the sudden appearance of gravity made his bumping knee rattle, sliding along the wings, the muscles of his right hand swelled, and he stabbed hard, the sword of white light stuck the scale armor, he stabilized his body, a gust of wind in the air blew his face, and the sweaty hair floated for a while, a very cool feeling. He hung upside down, glancing at the small toy-like buildings below, littered with ruins and ruins, a toy city that had been ravaged by brute children.
With a force on his waist, he returned to the top, the realm of the gods, is a gravitational field. I thought you were going to shoot me from the sky with tens of thousands of golden knives.
Looking for some unbounded thinking to dilute some of his stiff nerves, he still began to run, as if he had never been blessed with gravity, and the sharp sword carried blood with him.
It was higher, it must have been a long time, he climbed over a hill, and then suddenly he saw a corner of the face of the god in the distance.
Not in the mood to admire it for too long, he rushed to the nearest red after standing firm—the air was dyed red by the reflected light, as dreamy and beautiful as a mirage.
There is a faint long breath floating like a song, absorbing from the outside in a long and powerful undulating way, and then going through a complex cycle in the body, repeating the steps that have been there since eternity—I don't know how powerful the heart of God is.
A touch of invisible power covering a wide area roared from one side, the man pursed his lips and rushed to the red dream light over there, the invisible power knife cut and slashed, he stood the sword on his side, a trace of loose force hit the blade, the sonorous sound started, the knife trembled and sorrowful, and a devastated sword mouth flew to the white cloud nearby.
His eyes moved, his body rose from one speed to another without warning, blood running down the corners of his mouth, his hands clenching the last half of his sword, his muscles pulling out in a painful posture.
The invisible cut that swept in unexpectedly left behind, and the man's eyes were as cold as ice cubes in the deep sea, deep to death.
With his feet off the ground, he jumped to a height he had never jumped up in his life.
Flying, looking down from above, and being in the red light, he jumped from the white mountains that he was tired of seeing to the sky above a red calm lake.
The level of the lake is as flat as a mirror, reflecting the white clouds and sunlight of the higher sky, and a round of dark crimson water condenses in the middle of the lake.
That is the eye of God.
One glance at each other, finally.
Pupils contracted uncomfortably. Who is this?
Wow!
With all the strength of his body, and the silence that had been quietly resisting the great power before, all broke out, and the real lightning speed even led people with swords, stabbing the power into the beautiful lake!
"Poof."
Manic Tweets –
The white clouds of marshmallows blew away, and the scattered sound waves exploded on the ground like cannonballs, and the ground that had been ravaged was once again subjected to nameless fire.
"It's like cutting jelly."
The moment the whole person fell into his eyes, his vision was pitch black, he closed his eyes, held his breath, and his face, which had been calm, finally had a dripping expression, every step he took, a large amount of juice and liquid burst out, and his whole body showered, using every inch of strength, every energy that his body could exert himself, he rushed forward, by the way...... Twist twice.
When the air in his lungs ran out, he rushed out again, clutching at the cut-out holes—probably eyelids, which he rolled out wet and heavy.
Outside was already frenzied, the power that came out of the rage was wildly abused, and the red surface of the lake was covered with a white protective ground, although inside it was already a mess of mush. The red juice was still leaking out of the hole the man had brought, and the water that had leaked out of the gate was pouring backwards and then blowing into the air.
The man tried to stabilize his body in the shaking of the storm and not throw it out, but the madness really lasted longer than the human being, and he had to hold his breath and hide in the lake for a while, which might still be very painful.
After a calm, he looked at the other half of the red light in the distance.
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A crisp tinkling sounded in the quiet carriage.
Jiang Ke and Bai Yujing both sat up straight in response.
"The hub station, will arrive." It's a strange sound, like an electronic sound, but it's neither male nor female, as if all the sounds were created by maintaining a balance between them.
Jiang Ke and Bai Yujing began to organize their belongings after hearing the prompt to arrive at the station, Jiang Ke found that about half of the people in the carriage had opened their eyes because of this prompt sound, including the crocodile man and the heavy armored warrior behind her, it seemed that the hub station was indeed a very central location and frequent communication.
I've seen how others get off the train before, the same position between the two carriages leaves through the open door, even if the door is opened, the outside scenery will appear blurred, just like getting on the car at the beginning, only when you really get on another piece of ground, the line of sight will be clear and three-dimensional.
The train could feel that it began to slow down until it stopped, Jiang Ke and Bai Yujing got up, and there were many people together.
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The back touched the solid earth, and the feeling of exhaustion went deep into the bone marrow. The clothes were tattered, crawling out of the filth, and the unconscious limbs did not belong to them.
Wheezing, trapped in the ruins of the post-disaster period.
There is a white mountain range lying beside it.
The unfinished life was still beating inside the other party, but it fell from the sky, and its agile wings and divine body had stiffened.
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't muster any strength, as if I could hear the wail of the cells, and the white broken blade hilt was still in my hand.
Little by little, little by little, the finger was released, and the broken sword full of cracks clanged to the ground.
He looked at the sky and regained his gaze.
The eyelids open heavily and close.
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