"The light of the day was obscured by the moon."
"The day is covered by night."
"When the fighting begins."
"When the young princess and prince set out on the battlefield."
“When nothing is as elegant as poetry.”
"Then there will be a sea of blood overturning."
"The desolate, snow-white bones are intertwined like a web."
On top of the ice gorge, a red-haired boy sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, quietly singing ancient songs.
The icy wind blew his hair like red flames. Qi Xia smiled and said in a shallow arc: "Do you feel that this song suits us very well?"
Ao Xuehua squatted quietly on the other side of the Bingxia Gorge, opposite Qi Xia across the Gorge. She hugged her knees with her hands and raised her head, waiting for the results below.
Originally, such a weak movement was not suitable for our proud president, but when she performed this movement, everything seemed as natural as a lotus under the moonlight.
It's just that the night is so dark that it's so dark that you can't see the face of the person opposite.
So naturally there will be no moonlight.
Aoxuehua now had a quietness and sadness that was almost invisible in the past.
"I don't like it." Zanxue's president said, his voice calm and low, without any of his usual pride and confidence.
"I never like such sad songs."
Qi Xia smiled and continued: "As if you don't like butterflies?"
"Is that why the president has become so strong?"
Ao Xuehua shook his head.
"wrong."
"It's because I've become so strong that I can tolerate being beautiful."
"But none of us are able to fight against fate." Qi Xia smiled where Ao Xuehua couldn't see her, and her smile was a little bitter: "In front of fate, we are all fragile and beautiful butterflies."
"Those invisible threads connect us to each other, forming a huge and desperate network, just waiting for us to run into each other head on with no way out. Only saints are qualified to see those threads called fate and see clearly their veins and textures. , so I had room to stand calmly outside the giant net and quietly watch the desperate and frightened expressions of the butterflies wrapped in silk cocoons, and then watch them being sucked dry of the delicious juices in their bodies by the death spider.
"Just like at this moment, although we are sitting here, as young people, we have the power to make the world tremble."
"But none of us know whether we can survive this cold night."
Ao Xuehua raised her dark eyebrows, her sharp eyes like swords in the dark: "You regret it."
"Never." Qi Xia's low laughter slowly came from the darkness.
"Just having fun."
"It's amazing that I, who is so selfish, can follow crazy people like you."
Lan Che's voice slowly sounded in the darkness.
They were also listening to the conversation between the two giants, and only spoke now.
"Can they hold on?"
Shi Feng replied quietly: "It's not about whether you can hold on."
The young man's voice is always calm and cold: "You must hold on."
Aoxuehua nodded lightly.
"Yes."
"As the strongest group among us."
"They don't have a second option."
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Ge Sheng fought in the dark.
Zhui Dark had stretched and lengthened in his hand, turning into a golden sword. The warm golden light helped him see the abbot's land in front of him clearly.
In this deathly dark and cold snowy night, everything in sight is an enemy.
It's not that Ge Sheng has never fought against monsters.
But he had never fought such a crazy monster.
It does not make any defense, ignores any attacks, and only wants to tear the enemy in front of it into pieces.
Ge Sheng has never seen it, and he no longer hopes for swordsmanship in this life.
Those crazy monsters, even if they are chopped into pieces, and their intestines and organs slip out of the abdominal cavity like skin bags with the blood, the remaining consciousness will still make the monsters desperately rush towards you with the front half of their bodies, just longing for it. Bite into even an insignificant piece of flesh.
The sky was so dark, and the light from the darkness was so unstable, so during the swing, Ge Sheng judged the enemy's position based on the pure sound of wind.
Fortunately, this is also a required course in Qianjie Cultivation.
Ge Sheng calmly sheathed his sword, then thrust it out straight, and the sword pierced the head of the beast that swept forward. This attack method was the most effective, but the timing was not so easy to grasp.
It's just that such a stabbing will bring more flaws.
Just as the snow wolf who took the opportunity to attack him from the left was waiting for.
Ge Sheng bit his lip, turned the sword slightly, and gently caught the monster's head to fix the opponent's body on the sword.
Then when he swung his sword across, it was an incomparably heavy war hammer - if it weren't for the power brought by Thousand Tribulations, Ge Sheng would never be able to wield this war hammer.
The sneak attack snow wolf was swept from the waist and hit hard against the ice wall behind it. The sound of bones shattering sounded like fried beans, but Ge Sheng had no time to breathe.
Because the third monster has already rushed in front of him.
Ge Sheng's free left hand slowly glowed with blue light, and that hand moved towards the opponent's open teeth without hesitation. The cold air instantly froze all its muscles and bones, and heavy punches followed. It smashes the opponent's bones that have become brittle due to the cold, causing them to scatter on the ground and fall into pieces.
In just a few moments, Ge Sheng made full use of his sword skills, strength, and magic. If there was a second being of the same level as him, he would probably be swallowed by the monster in a moment.
But even this kind of battle that maximizes one's own potential can only slightly speed up the pace of killing.
Ge Sheng clearly understood that if he continued to consume like this, he would not be able to last until the end of the two-hour scheduled time.
"Don't fight like this." Mo Xiaojing's quiet words came from the front.
It was obvious that the opponent was in the front, receiving the impact of the monster that was a hundred times more violent, but he still had time to observe Ge Sheng's battle and make suggestions. It was obvious that the strength of this president was much stronger than what he showed.
"The so-called fighting means using the hardest fist to hit the opponent's softest belly, and using the sharpest sword blade to cut those loose gaps."
"Learn to count every ounce of your strength like a businessman."
"Learn to use the least effort to get the greatest return."
"Learn to gamble, but more importantly, learn to protect yourself."
"Because on the battlefield, you are the only one you can rely on and have unlimited trust in."
Saying this, Ge Sheng felt that his burden was instantly relieved.
The opponent increased his defense, and more monsters were intercepted by him, allowing Ge Sheng to adjust his fighting style based on his suggestions.
But Ge Sheng still didn't understand.
How did he do this.
Mo Xiaojing swayed like duckweed in the wind in the tidal wave of attacks, and all the attacks missed him by a hair's breadth.
He does not accept the impact of the tide like a rock, but every wave passing by him irresistibly turns into fragmented water.
He did not use his ice-blue giant sword that was always conspicuously carried behind his back, and even said that his hands were still empty.
But no one can deny that he is killing extremely efficiently.
Ge Sheng listened to the sound of blood splashing to the ground in front of him, and couldn't imagine what was happening in front of him.
When the first ray of light slowly casts in the sky, the polar night caused by the solar eclipse finally passes.
Warcraft launched a full-scale attack when the polar night arrived. This suffocating darkness only lasted for a short two-quarters of an hour.
However, in Ge Sheng's senses, this period of time was the longest in his life.
Endless attacks, endless killings, no end in sight, so much so that when the light of day came again, Ge Sheng's heart did not waver at all.
It turns out that the sky will still be bright.
Then Ge Sheng looked in front of him.
At that moment, Ge Sheng really stopped breathing.
Mo Xiaojing.
What on earth did Mo Xiaojing do?
When the people above the ice gorge looked down, they were as indifferent as Shi Feng and as calm as Qi Xia. Even Ao Xuehua frowned slightly.
Mo Xiaojing stood on top of the corpse.
Under his feet was the corpse of a monster, with severed limbs and arms filling the entire canyon, so high that it was two feet above the ground, forming an extremely cruel wall.
No one knows how many monsters he killed, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that he killed all the monsters that dared to come to him.
The river of blood flowing under his feet has turned into a glacier, but this boy in white clothes has no trace of blood on his body. His expression is indifferent, and then he slowly retracts his fingers.
Ten extremely thin and sharp long threads were quickly pulled out from the ice wall, and returned to Mo Xiaojing's hand with a slight sound of breaking through the air.
He used these threads as his weapons.
Let’s not talk about how he can possess such sharp and tough threads, nor how he can use such an uncommon weapon so skillfully, but judging from the results of the battle, the student council president has exceeded one’s imagination.
In the darkness, his greatest enemy becomes his greatest ally.
The most fearless army has become their biggest weakness.
He turned the axis and plucked the strings in the darkness, and countless corpses were easily cut into pieces and fell heavily into the ice and snow.
Because there were no monsters to retreat, he could easily continue his massacre.
Not only did he use the words he said to Ge Sheng, but no one used them better than him.
He used the most suitable weapons and adopted the best strategies, so that his own strength became irrelevant.
The corpse at his feet is his best evidence.
Deep in the mountains, low thunder slowly came.
Even Rodriguez did not expect that the existence that he originally regarded as nothing more than ants would actually block the attack of those monsters and cause such horrific damage.
Even if those monsters were cheap sheep to him, the shepherd would not send these lambs to die in vain.
"I'm so sorry, Privy Councilor of the Soul." Mo Xiaojing looked at Neigu and said with a smile.
His smile is calm, not proud or ostentatious.
That kind of attitude - I just did what I should do, sometimes can make people the most angry.
"Your servants seem pretty useless."
Rodriguez was silent for a moment, and then his deep and hoarse voice slowly echoed in the valley, like a roar of thunder: "Skillful provocateur, you make me want to know where your limits are."
"Tasting human pain is undoubtedly the most delicious thing in the world, and making existences like you miserable and desperate is simply a rare delicacy in the world. Since you work so hard, I will give you the value of your efforts. "
"I give you one day and one night to prove your existence. If before that, you fail in despair and give up, then please allow me to accept your energetic soul."
"When the deadline comes, if you can still persist, then you will receive the supreme favor."
"I will personally pick you and make you a powerful being that you have never dreamed of."
Ao Xuehua frowned subtly as he listened to the declaration of the former strongest man in the world.
But in the end she didn't say a word.
Mo Xiaojing listened calmly, and then slightly smiled.
He bent down in the void, and then gently touched the pile of corpses at his feet with his index finger.
Those monster beast corpses that were killed by silk threads and then frozen by the cold were filled with an extremely heavy aura of death.
Then, Mo Xiaojing's index finger slowly revealed a bright spark.
The spark slowly fell like a dandelion, and then the huge mountain of corpses began to rise with dazzling brilliance.
It was like a torch lighting up a huge firewood pile.
Qi Xia sighed: "I never knew that our president could be so public."
Lan Che nodded slowly and said with difficulty: "Rebirth Curse."
Reborn curse.
The ancient sacrificial spell has almost no practical value and consumes the original power, so it has not been widely spread since its birth. Only the most knowledgeable scholars and those priests who have passed down the generations can master this spell.
The principle of this spell is burning - a kind of burning that is beyond common sense.
It will quickly and directly transform the corpse into the original light and water, and the huge energy generated is used to release the soul.
In this way, we can understand why it is a sacrificial spell.
This spell will burn the corpse of the deceased, unbinding the body, and directly burn the contracts and spells that are directly imprinted on the soul.
This is the afterlife.
Mo Xiaojing's move not only destroyed the powerful physical body of such a monster, but also directly and completely released Fei Yi's soul, which was equivalent to cutting off all Rodriguez's means of controlling them.
In terms of provocation alone, there is no more hateful means of provocation than this.
Watching the corpses at his feet slowly turn into light butterflies and dissipate, Mo Xiaojing still looked forward with a smile.
He calmly recited the last incantation.
"After all the past lives, they all return to dust. Your soul is immortal, so you can go back on your own."
As the last eulogy was spoken, Mo Xiaojing's body turned into a sea of light. Countless pieces of white light flew up, swirling and rising in the air. Mo Xiaojing stood among the dancing light butterflies, Calmly staring into the distance: "Even if I do this?"
Rodriguez laughed loudly, hoarsely.
"Even if you do."
Mo Xiaojing nodded.
He drew out the ice-blue giant sword from his back and looked at the army of warcraft standing still in front of him.
"Asiguya."
