It's just a response to the audience's applause, it's no big deal, right?"

Huai Shi sighed regretfully: "It's just that he's so crazy that he's going to smash the concert hall, which is a little rude and heartbreaking."

"The so-called art should end, Huaishi."

The ruler stepped forward, and against the lightning that descended, towards his enemies, told him: "Before the Lord of Ashes descended and perished-

Please tell me the winner!”

"......"

Huai Shi didn't say anything, just turned around and looked at the dark world, the hell illuminated by flames and thunder, the battlefield, and even torn strings one by one.

Gradually, it loses response.

But I couldn't help but chuckled.

Since that moment, there has been another low and compassionate melody, which sounded from the fingertips, converging on the infinite light of lightning, and flowing towards the burning sword.

"End? Who said it?"

He raised his right hand, on his wrist, the silver chain ring and the amber gem on it: "If you want to zither, I have one here!"

At that moment, under the irrigation of the disaster musician's source, the ancient cello played again.

This is the most precious treasure of Huai Shi!

The low string sound echoes.

So lonely, but so persistent, spreading its wings, soaring in the sky, calling for everything.

Take over the broken strings and play a new melody!

Force, continue everything that loses connection.

Using this rhythm as a guide, recast the cycle of everything!

Please witness your teacher—

Bang!

Above the weak interference of extreme intentions, all the noises exploded from Huai Shi's body, and a new crack was created from under this body.

Then, another one, another one!

Until all the noises from the Dead Soul Sacrifice Lord were eliminated and weak actions were driven out of his extreme intention!

Only the call from the violin is left, and the loneliness echoes between heaven and earth.

Until the seventh sound, it merged into it, making the heavy and soft notes gradually become thicker, these responses from every soul and the fusion of every consciousness.

It is about the cold belief, respect for ideas, and recognition of their actions...

With one's own strength and one's voice, it triggers a response from all things.

The sky, the small earth, and even everything.

Until the beginning, outside the resonance between Tianque and Guixu, the cold light fell from the clouds and merged into the new symphony of Xin, setting off a new tide.

Even, above the future!

Soul, holy marks, divinity, authority - even life!

Dedicate everything, reconcile what is gone, control everything, and mobilize the small power that is above oneself with a certain limit, and is retained and collide with the ruler.

boom!

"Come on, the Burning Cave Lord, as he wished-"

From the cracked iron mountain, the lawyer raised his finger and slashed the sharp blades from the thunder with counting sharp blades, aiming at the opponent behind his eyes:

"—Give him a defeat!"

Lightning and flames, casting and burning, the symphony of all things and the destruction of the abyss, everything intersects and collides in an instant, and then stirs up a stir, turning into a storm, rising from the ground, rushing down the sky.

But in the storm, the roar of steel burst out again and again.

It was obviously a collision between sharp blades, but it was like a collapse of mountains, ravaging all eardrums, wrapping up all the dust that was not overestimating one's ability into it, turning it into pieces!

When the Burning Cave Lord smiled, full of joy, he held the authority of destruction tightly again, and the Burning Blade slashed down with a bang!

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Only the harsh light invaded, spreading, turning into a tide, whistling away, covering everything.

The small iron mountain collapsed, the small ground collapsed, the clouds disappeared, and the flames rising from the ground broke through the constraints of the small ground, flew out of the sky, expanding between depths, like roses, blooming in full bloom, radiating a color that burned all eyes.

After the hurricane swallowed everything, the gate of the sun ship slammed down, and the Shield's shield whined, even if it was just shrouded by the aftermath, it slowly cracked out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There are even ways to retreat deep snorkelling.

Once such a terrifying impact is encountered in the leap without any protection, I am afraid that in one second, the entire sun ship will be shattered by the depth of the riot and spread throughout every part of the abyss.

Like a sea burial.

But now, it is crushed and scattered away from the abyss, which seems to be different from the one who was burned to ashes by Huai Shi.

It’s also my mother who dies. Can someone else die outside of my own hands?

Now, Raymond's beautiful words and blessings, the Shields of the Styx disintegrate, and are fully integrated by the impact of the torrent of destruction.

The observation system is not completely used, and can only see through the gap under the bridge, the numerous destruction in the Styx River are like the tides that are particularly spreading through the tides.

Until the moment, when the light burned out and the storm stopped, everything fell into the noise that came before.

Enemies from the abyss, legions of the Sea of ​​Thunder, Iron Mountains, Plains, and even the entire Polaris Transit Station, nothing has disappeared.

Like the phantom, it completely evaporated.

The sag without terror emerged from under the small land that had not been overwhelmed, creating a small pit with all eyes and glimpses of the end.

The soil that was burnt to the crystal reflects the dim light of lava. When the scorching wind blows from a distance with ashes, it falls into Huai Shi's hands.

Yunzhongjun stood under the ruins.

Before the double protection of Guixu and Tianque, watch the scene of destruction you have created.

Just that, look at the front survivor.

And near, before this dim light, the burly body, which was particularly coke, moved slightly, cracking the cracks, and the flames at the first lit up from the cracks.

It's like a candle in the wind.

Just a little bit...

If the Dead Soul Priest reacted instantly, it was the support at all costs and he would use all his power to block the first wave of violent impact, so the Burning Cave Lord would have not been completely wiped out at this moment.

But now, in the unprecedented health, the Dead Soul Priest looked around for seven weeks and felt a sense of heartache - there was, all of them, the two personal guards, more than seventy small groups, and even the accumulation they had lost... were all destroyed in this terrifying explosion!

"Let's go, burn the cave."

I swallowed the unforgettable humiliation and pain, "There is already something to do."

When the faint light rose, the Burning Cave Lord did not move.

Still standing there.

From the dizziness and fatigue, I raised my eyes and looked at my enemies.

Is it an illusion or a self? Even the Burning Cave Lord himself has a way to distinguish it, but at that moment, from the eyes of the dwarf king, the distance was filled with cold wind, and all the fog of the past seemed to have finally dissipated.

I finally saw it.

The lacquer sun wheel that rises from the white darkness!

The destruction of poverty and white darkness radiated out from the whirlwind of this whirlwind, covering everything, swallowing something.

The corpses of the number are piled up on my feet, gathering into mountains that stretch to the end of the small land. In farther places, death is like the ocean, flowing vastly.

The first road is on your own feet.

That is the end I have found.

Your own [destiny], your own destined [death].

At this moment, I finally confirmed my past guesses and intuition. I suddenly realized it, and then I held back and smiled.

It turns out that that is your destined enemy!

"Let's go, burn the cave!"

The Dead Soul Priest pinched my shoulder tightly, looked at the joyful look, and then he held back his sorrow: "Is it good to think you begged him? I heard you once, today's death is not enough!"

Walk?

In an instant, the Burning Cave Lord was in a trance and suddenly remembered the wolf-skinned man who was wailing on his arrow. He smiled heavily and shook his head decisively.

"Why is the defeated general born alone?"

I said, "He will leave, Dead Soul. Please tell Xiaojun that the defeat in this battle is your fault. The humiliation of Xiaojun is honored, and you have already returned it.

not yet……"

I thought about it and solemnly begged: "If you die, please take away your remaining soul as agreed!"
To be continued...