Age of Collapse

In the training room, the ink bones and the alpaca did not delay for a second, and the training began directly. The two men held the wooden swords separately, and you came to me to keep on fighting.

It is worth mentioning that the current alpaca is not the original one, but the second personality. The fierce eyes reveal the desire for fighting. The offensive launched on the ink bones is as sharp as a rainstorm. Into the meat.

The action of the sheep is lightning fast, and the power is thunderous. Although the wooden sword is in the hand, it is still fierce. According to this crazy method, even if it is a mutant creature, it is estimated that it can smash the other party.

However, in contrast to the ink bones, her look is still indifferent and cold. Although she has two wooden swords in her hand, she actually uses only one hand, and the other hand hangs casually, only with one hand and the sheep.

Although the sheep's offensive is fierce, but from the face and sweat on the head, the state does not seem to be very good, and it takes a lot of physical strength. In several attacks, the ink bones are not moving, and my heart is not convinced.

The alpaca is full of strength, cut off to the ink bones with a side that is not easy to avoid, and at the same time yells, "You guy, don't be too arrogant!"

Just as the wooden sword was about to hit the ink bones, the alpaca suddenly felt a terrible resistance from the sword, and the blade was stopped a centimeter away from the body of the ink bone, as if it were a wall. Block, no longer advance.

"The most basic, there is a problem with the way of holding the sword. You have been able to knock down so many people before, but you are bullying them with brute force." The voice of the bones just fell, and the sheep squatted and looked at it. The hand had already passed around, holding the bottom of the wooden sword and directly locking her attack.

When the sheep had received this kind of anger, seeing this directly and desperately exerting force, the whole body force wanted to push the wooden sword to the ink bones, but even if she blushes her face, she still can't let the wooden sword move.

"In the face of a strong enemy, not only does not retreat, but against the attack, stupid!" In the flash of light, the ink bones loosened the hand, she first underestimated the sniper from the home, then a punch in the sheep Hey, let her fly out.

The alpaca is even more dissatisfied, and his face is becoming more and more sturdy. With the speed of agility, he constantly walks around the ink bones, and occasionally sprinkles a sword curtain. Of course, all attacks are lightly written down by the ink bones.

In many encounters, when the ink bones smashed the wooden sword to the sheep, the latter suddenly smiled and said, "Don't be too arrogant!"

The next moment, I saw the alpaca suddenly opened the red lips, biting the wood sword from the side, the huge bite force directly bit the wooden sword, while the hands manipulated the wooden sword from both directions to the ink bone Attacked, a cross-headed skull, a straight heart.

In the face of the smashing of the scorpion, the ink eye flashed a trace of shock, but it was just a flash. As the world's top swordsman, the ink bone has its own dodge method against any angle of attack. This trick is no exception.

The scabbard turned into a distorted shadow, which penetrated from the attacking gap like a water snake. Without any warning, she appeared in front of the sheep in the light of lightning, and set her hand to the neck and smashed her neck. Picking up the wind, with a burst of whistling.

The sheep was almost scared and beaten, and he squatted extremely embarrassedly, barely avoiding the blow, but from the air shock that followed, it was to be hit on the neck, even if it was not dead. Half-length!

This ink bone is too embarrassing!

Of course, the sheep did not complain about anything. She wiped the sweat on her head and pointed to the sword that was bitten in the hands of the ink bones. She sneered, "The weapons are broken, giving you a chance to change."

"No." Under the horror of the sheep, the ink bones threw away the good sword in the other hand, and crossed the broken wooden sword in front of him, saying in an understatement, "No sword can be held." You are just an ordinary person who is worse than an apprentice. It is enough to deal with you with a broken sword."

"You" sheep have not had time to anger, and I feel like the afterimage has been attacked. The small body of the ink bone has been forced so close, almost obscuring all her sights, only to see the black that burns the war. eye.

For a moment, the arm of the ink bone shook at a frequency that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. The broken sword in the hand was like a heavy rain falling from the sky, bursting out with a bird-like screaming, blasting the earth to the sheep.

At this moment, because of the ultra-high-speed sniper, the slashing of the wooden sword directly disturbed the surrounding air, causing the turbulence of the air in the calm training ground, and many of the instruments placed have been smashed.

In the dense moment, the slashing of the raindrops came. At the moment of contact, the two wooden swords in the hands of the sheepskin became fragments. The next second, the high-speed sniper was directly cut on the sheep.

Like the dead leaves that were smashed in the storm, the whole sheep was devastated. The only thing to be thankful for is that she did not feel how painful at this moment, because the moment of the crazy slashing of the ink bones came. Her body is unconscious, and every piece of flesh and blood seems to no longer belong to herself. There is not much pain, only cold numbness.

This kind of slashing lasted for 30 seconds. When the ink bone finally closed, the wooden sword in the hand had turned into dark coke. It was a sudden friction with the air in the slashing, causing high temperature burning. It turned out to be this look.

In contrast, the sheep, she was so powerless to kneel on the ground, every corner of the body is covered with wooden swords and chopped bruises, the whole person swollen a bit larger than the original, many places also flowed out shocking Black blood, if not the last breath, is almost no different from the dead.

The ink bones uploaded the sound of Luo worry. "Exercise only ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ every time you play so?"

"Don't worry, this little devil thinks that he is invincible in the world." The ink bones lost the wooden sword that was carbonized in the hands.

At this time, Luo worry seems to see something, he frowned "your hand"

The ink bone looked at his slightly trembling hand. She narrowed her eyes and silenced for a moment. She said faintly, "The battle with the meat mountain left me with too many sequelae."

Luo worry silently said, "I heard that it was a fierce battle."

The eyes of the ink bones sink, seeming to think of something bad, the look is filled with unwillingness, remorse, helplessness, she unconsciously bite the lower lip out of the blood, said lowly, "I often think, if I died at that time How good it is there."

"If you die, nothing will be done."

"You can't kill monsters like this, don't say anything cool." The ink bones sneered, took out a small pill from his arms, and the logo should be some kind of high-efficiency painkiller. She took out two After swallowing, the hand slowly began to shake. "You must not understand this truth. It is more terrible to waste than to die."