When the fake Marysu wears Kurolo

The always dirty and dark arm suddenly stretched out from her feet, grabbing her ankle tightly!

Impatientness flashed across the eyes of the woman in green clothes. She didn't make any movement, but the next moment she held her bare arms tightly, as if being scorched by high temperature, it gradually melted and turned into a liquid that slowly flowed down. White smoke came out, gasified into mist, and dissipated in the air.

There was a sharp and short scream from the ground.

She stomped her feet, and the black palm prints disappeared without leaving a trace on the ankles that were grasped vigorously.

"I really can't stand these guys who always jump out!" The woman in green raised her wrist, entwining her fingers around her drooping hair, and said in great disappointment, "Are these lucky survivors all blind? Can't you see the gap in strength between me and them?"

"I finally escaped from death, and even I pretended not to see them in a happy mood. Shouldn't I be more rational and save my life, so as to accumulate strength in the future and talk about revenge?"

"Or, do they think they are the protagonists, and expect to rely on the wonderful aura of the protagonists to try to make a comeback?" The woman in green said with some disgust.

"No." The young admiral said calmly, "I guess they didn't think about anything, their minds were filled with churning emotions, and there was no room for them to think."

"Hasn't the so-called protagonist always been like this? And the reason why those villains fail can only be said that he is not strong enough! All the reasons are excuses, if their strength is enough to resist the protagonist and their luck With all the help it brings, why worry about it?"

"It's better to talk about you. You have been eradicating evil for a long time. Do you hope that these survivors will treat you as a villain over and over again when they become stronger?" The young admiral looked at her in feinted astonishment , with a weird look of "I've misjudged you all this time, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person".

The girl in green didn't even bother to roll her eyes. She took a light step, and there was a clear sound like a watermelon cracking from the ground. Another surviving plot character was unfortunately on the girl's way forward, and she stepped on it lightly. die.

"You have to know that my seeds always need nutrition. If you want better fruits, you need them to evolve further. The higher the degree of evolution, the more advanced 'soil' you need. The survivors on the ground are either those with strength or luck, and the survivors who can't jump out, I believe they will grow into qualified soil!"

She glanced back lightly and without smoke, the indifference and approval in her eyes made people feel chills all over her body.

"As for what you said, the challenge, isn't this the same relationship between us reincarnators and the main god? Even we can't escape, so how can they be spared?" The woman in green exhaled softly: "Sorry, I got a little excited."

"Everything in this world has a degree. It's like applying chemical fertilizers to plants. If there is too little fertilizer, the crops will suffer from malnutrition. If there is too much, the crops will burn to death." The woman in green thought: "This The same principle can also be applied to more positions. For the same product, if the price is too low, you will not be able to make money, and if it is too expensive, no one will care about it. Even if it is to govern the world, the high-ranking person must grasp the degree of 'exploitation' in the palm of his hand. Among them, if you do well, you will be virtuous, and if you are too oppressed, you will be overthrown..."

"You always have a set of principles." The admiral said with a smile: "I wanted to remind you to be careful not to play it off, but since you see it so thoroughly, I won't gossip anymore."

"How come?" The woman in green blinked: "I accept your kindness, do you need me to say thank you?"

In the main god space on the other side, many reincarnated people are whispering: "Why is it him again? Shouldn't things like challenging the main god come secretly? Build food, slowly become king, increase strength, gather manpower, and unite forces , and then go up in one fell swoop..."

"Maybe it's the pursuit of difference?" Someone said bitterly: "He is different from us. Some people want to overthrow the Lord God for the sake of freedom and to be able to go home and reunite. There are also people who are fascinated by the greater power, want to go further, want to be as high as the main god, look down on the many reincarnations, and want to experience the supreme power that makes people live and die with one thought..."

"There are also people who want nothing more than the evolution of the individual. They pursue strength, physical strength, spiritual strength, and spiritual strength. Be stronger! Be stronger! Be stronger! For this reason, they constantly To hone yourself and face many powerful enemies, even the legendary main god, just for a little bit of progress, such people are usually lunatics that ordinary people can't understand!"

"There is no distinction between us and him, it's just that we have different ways and we don't conspire with each other!"

"Although I say this, I still can't understand it." Someone also raised a question: "Even if such a lunatic is not afraid of life and death, this is not the reason for him to seek death. It is not that he has no way to become stronger. Breaking through in battle shouldn't be looking for the main god? If he dies right away and loses the opportunity to see the scenery from a higher place, this should be an unbearable burden for him, right?"

"Do you still remember the first time he challenged the Lord God?"

"That time, we all thought he was dead..."

"The reason for this is not something we can know at the moment..."

The two who were fighting did not hear the discussion of the reincarnated people who were separated by a few space barriers, but even if they heard it, I am afraid that it would not be able to arouse the two slightest emotional fluctuations. The swordsman has no time to take care of it. Just ignore it.

After returning in vain from drawing the sword, the swordsman calmed down instead. He abandoned his slightly fluctuating emotions and immersed himself in the long-prepared sword posture. His mind was as calm as ice and snow. His pale hand held the hilt of the sword, The eyes are as cold as cold stars, one glance will make people feel cold from head to toe, and they will not be able to move.

A brilliant and rapid sword energy pierced towards the Lord God on a high place with unrivaled willpower.The light of the sword is like a horse, like a flying rainbow, without any change, not even a backlash. The man and the sword seem to have merged into one, and the swordsman contains all the energy and spirit in it.He abandoned all the back moves, which is a sword move with no return, and with the unparalleled awareness of a martyr, he went forward indomitably.

This is not just a physical move, the swordsman seems to have abandoned all the changes, leaving only the attribute of sharpness, even a bystander will lose their eyes if they look at it, no matter how powerful it is in front of this sharpness Unable to resist, the sound like cracking silk resounded in the dark, the space is not enough, the time around the sword body flows rapidly, the four seasons are reversed in the small world, like a dream bubble, disappearing in an instant, the human beings in it grow, grow from old to young, but it is Common sense, therefore, time can not.

One sword breaks all laws, nothing more.

And the swordsman took it to the extreme!

"Kurolo" had a calm demeanor, the same as the main god's response to the swordsman's challenge last time, he just stretched out an index finger and flicked it lightly.

The breath of "destruction" hits along with the turbulent air and the finger wind, and everything it passes is corrupted. This is a blow that transcends the form and sends out from the root.

The swordsman brought shape and meaning to the extreme, but "Kurolo" crushed it from the root.It's not that the swordsman is not strong enough, but that the two are not on the same level at all.

Zhifeng hit the swordsman unstoppably, but he didn't care about his body that had been defeated layer by layer. His eyes were brighter than ever, and his expression was joyful, but tears were streaming down his face. This was a kind of extreme satisfaction after knowing what he wanted. Muttering to himself: "So that's it! I understand! I understand! I finally understand..."

Finally, his whole body dissipated, leaving only a gleam of light in place, which was the light emanating from the soul.

The Lord God raised Wubo's eyes, but before he could deal with the soul of this daring challenger, the shimmering light seemed to have exhausted all its energy and suddenly went out.

The Lord God snorted coldly, and looked far away, as if he saw some meddler who shouldn't have appeared.

As for Jiang Ziya, who had been silently closing his eyes in the Guixu, his eyelashes trembled, but he never opened his eyes.After parting from the other two temporary allies, he kept walking until he came to this quiet and ethereal valley. He finally stopped in front of the waterfall, shook off his clothes, and sat by the pool on the big bluestone.

Since then, he seemed to have lost his voice and remained motionless.Regardless of the passage of time, he remained motionless, sitting here.Although the two uninvited guests are rampant in this world, they have never been able to affect this peaceful place, and the two reincarnations have never seen this small valley, but they have never noticed it. What's wrong.

Birds are not startled, dust is not falling, Jiang Ziya seems to have left all external things, whether it is the other two existences who have a gully in his heart, or the threat of the main god who is approaching every step of the way.If he doesn't want to, he can sit quietly until the end of time and the world is shattered.

The Lord God who had his prey robbed contemplated for a while, but did not move. He slowly lowered his figure, and after the Lord God's big ball of light re-entered the space, he disappeared and disappeared.

The swordsman who was reborn somewhere opened his eyes. He ignored the painful and soft muscles and bones all over his body. He crawled up, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times with great solemnity, and choked into the void, saying, "Master, fortunately, this disciple did not disgrace his life!" , fulfilled Master’s entrustment.”

Then, he kowtowed deeply again, his forehead touching the ground: "Next, I hope that Master will cherish it very much..."