This chapter is written by Lao Du, who is exhausted. I have done my best to write this.
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On page two hundred and twenty-two, one knife is beautiful.
Blade crossing
The blade passed slowly.
The blade passed by, the snow was still blowing, and the knife was cut flat. There was no landslide and no ground crack. The knife gas seemed to be a fleeting illusion. calcas’s hand was still shaking, and the gray fog was still devouring the dark red fog
The world moves on.
Nothing seems to have changed.
The knife kept moving forward, and the knife crossed the wind and passed through the night, finally cutting off a piece of snow.
A piece of snow is divided into two halves, half falls to the ground and half stays on the knife, reflecting the knife like snow, and the moonlight is particularly sad.
The knife went in one inch, and Lao Du spat out the knife in one breath, and finally it came to an end.
The world still hasn’t stopped snowing, or it’s not only dark red fog, but also the last shell is crumbling.
Almost one breath away, calcas’s soul will rot into mud with his body, and when he can no longer bear the erosion, he will sleep here forever.
Lao Du is still breathing in easily, and will step back easily and adjust the position of the knife in his hand easily.
He moved gently and slowly, not like killing, but more like doing a perfect knife performance.
At the moment, he is preparing to make the most standard knife-closing style to draw a precise and elegant stop for this performance.
The last layer of dark red fog is as thin as paper, and layers of cracks have been produced.
All will be over in a moment.
a moment
Lao Du’s knife was so gently and slowly rowed to the middle, as gentle and gentle as when he was out of the knife.
It’s so light that you can clearly feel every detail of closing the knife. The wind, the snow and the falling sound, the wrist turns the arc, the knife crosses the arc in the middle, and the snow and snow blow on the knife and make a sound.
Everything is natural and natural, as if it were born this way. It should be like a river entering the sea, a sunset and a cicada. The ephemerality world is destroyed and reborn
Lao Du’s hand drew the last arc steadily, and the knife finally returned to its original position, as if it had never really left, as if a fallen leaf would eventually fall to the ground with a remnant of snow.
A remnant of snow finally landed.
The residual snow left on the blade finally slipped like a moon, and the blade fell on the snow.
"rustling-"the falling snow is so light that I can hardly hear it clearly.
But the light almost fell on everyone’s heart, and everyone felt that it was snowing in their heart.
At the moment when the snow fell, the gray fog that was raging and dying in the distance suddenly dispersed without a warning, as if the fog had never appeared in this world.
The original has reached the limit. calcas completely fell to the ground and believed that if it were not for his lich constitution, he would have fainted.
Thurs, who has always seemed to be comfortable, suddenly grasped his emerald staff as if to support himself. He inserted the staff in the deep snow, which directly aroused the Gao Xue fog with three yards.
The snow that used to flow when it was still continued to fall and blow.
Chen Senran took a long breath, and only now did he have a chance to take a little breath. In fact, it was only near Lao Du that he could clearly understand the horror of that knife just now.
That knife is not like the plain light on the surface. It has already deterred the whole world and dragged every breath to that plain and simple knife.
Chen Senran has no doubt that he will be completely torn to pieces by that knife just now if he wants to move.
Before the knife is recovered, the knife is heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are the knife.
Lao Du still hasn’t put away his knife, and his eyes are still staring at the scattered snow and fog.
Obviously, Thurss is not dead yet. That damn kobold is so tenacious that it’s scary.
After two interest rates
The snow and fog are falling, and Chen Senran sees Thurss through the scarlet light that has been sent out by Kazik to the extreme.
He really didn’t die. It was the dog’s head and face that had an extra one from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. There was blood flowing from the ferocious wound. He didn’t seem to feel pain, groan or shout. It was his hands that kept holding the emerald staff to make each hand’s meridians stand out like the same snake.
His eyes are bloodshot, angry and murderous. He is really angry and desperate.
You know, even the thirteen top summoners 17 years ago didn’t drive him so badly.
But now that hateful guy has left a wound on his face.
He’s bleeding. He can’t remember how long he hasn’t bled.
"You actually made me bleed …" Thurss was long gone, calm and almost gnashing his teeth. "Everyone must die." His eyebrows trembled as he spoke, and his whole face was ferocious and almost twisted.
The kobold gasped and lifted the emerald staff again, but this time he moved much more slowly and the dead gray light gathered quite slowly. Obviously, the injury caused by that knife just now was not as simple as the scar on his face.
Chen Senran and Lao Du, who are threatened by kobolds’ words, are not concerned. Chen Senran is more worried that calcas, the old ghost, will hang up directly.
After all, the old ghost has been kneeling for a long time. From the back, he looks as if he is really dead.
And Lao Du directly pulled the knife back again and told Thurs that his death was inevitable.
But Chen Senran didn’t see that Lao Du’s knife-wielding hand trembled slightly.
The war is on the verge.
The wind and snow roar like ghosts at night.
Thurss’s hand holding the staff suddenly moved when Chen Senran was going to be flooded with dead gray fog again.
At first, there was a blizzard, and then there was a blizzard. It was exactly the same as a siege of Svein.
Chen Senran’s heart thumped. He tried to speak to wake Lao Du, but he was almost speechless because of the crazy snow.
After a breath, the snow suddenly stopped
Thurss has disappeared, and Lao Du is still holding his knife and making his Tibetan Dao as steady as a mountain.
"Lao Du …" Chen Senran frowned. It is obvious from Lao Du’s situation that what was just killing for Chen Senran should be a trick in his eyes.
But he didn’t do anything.
It took Chen Senran so much effort that a siege ended in failure, which made Chen Senran’s mood uncontrollable. After all, with this failure, it is absolutely more difficult to kill Thurss again than to ascend to heaven.
But he hasn’t poured out his emotions yet because he immediately thought of a possibility, "Don’t …"
"That’s right … cough …" Before Chen Senran said it, Lao Du coughed up like a mountain. He stuck the knife in the ground and gasped hard. It seemed that he had to endure for a long time before he barely let JingXie spit it out. "Ahem … do you know … ahem … what is a beauty of the month?"
"Epiphyllum" Chen Senran naturally knew the nickname Epiphyllum, and this sentence of Lao Du also confirmed his guess, but he did not interrupt Lao Du to continue talking.
"It’s a epiphyllum." Lao Du’s cough finally lightened a little. "A epiphyllum is a flash in the pan, and a beautiful woman will come out with a beautiful knife. Unfortunately, it’s like a flash in the pan, and a knife will come out with a knife overnight."
"So …" Chen Senran wanted to help him but was rejected by Lao Du.
"Just now, if Thurss didn’t die, it would be even us." Old Du took a long breath and probably finally suppressed the blood. He got up. "Go and see that old ghost. He seems to be very bad."
Chen Senran smell speech nodded his head and also understood that just now Lao Du finally looked at himself in a virtual situation. After underestimating Thurss’ strength at that level, he was surrounded by three people close to his strength this time. In the end, he was almost killed.
This made him wary, and at the same time, he finally felt the terrible ultimate force in the world from the front. For the first time, he had a sense of wisdom to overcome force in his heart.
"Old ghost …" As Chen Senran prepared to see if calcas had died.