Apocalyptic Forecast

Under the eyes of everyone, a blond man with exaggerated earrings walked over, stood in front of her chair, and performed a mechanical dance. His movements were skillful and neat, causing many people to whistle.

Some people picked up their phones and started shooting.

After jumping neatly, he stroked his hair and smiled at the girl in the gray skirt: "Hello, are you going to play the violin, miss? We can play together."

Yuan Yuan bowed his head and glanced at his seemingly friendly smile, as well as the small pinholes on the wrist under the cuffs, retracting his gaze.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone, no time."

"I can wait with you." The man sticked up like brown candy, leaned closer, and told him enthusiastically: "It can take as long as you want."

"It won't take long."

Yuanyuan said softly, "They are coming."

Behind her, there was a harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

There was a huge truck suddenly braked on the street, behind the paper-carrying business logo, the door opened, and several men like workers jumped down.

They held the barricade and stood in front of the intersection.

At the other end of the street, another car also stopped, blocking the front of the traffic hub, completely sealing off the most prosperous passage.

In fact, it's just a look.

Two roadblocks were placed, a car was stopped, and then things were left behind and turned away.

There is also a large gap for people to enter and exit.

Left a shortcut for people to escape...

Like a dog hole.

The uncomfortable atmosphere spread quietly, making the blond man's expression stiff.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the voice beside me.

"Sorry, let me give you a hand."

Yuan Yuan glanced at him, "My performance is about to begin."

The piano box opened by her feet, and the great sword of the mountain monarch screamed loudly from it. The sharp and fragmented whistling sound was so harsh, with the penetrating power of the piano sound, it instantly spread to all directions.

Just like the cold wind, everyone's skin was involuntarily tight, trembling, and bulging.

The biting hostility sounded like hallucinations, and almost swallowed everyone.

The blond man staggered back subconsciously.

Finally realized the fierce nature hidden under that beautiful appearance. It was not a plaything he expected, but something beyond his imagination...predator!

Now, beside Yuan Yuan, the heavy giant sword showed a hideous cold light.

Shanjun roared, proclaiming his existence.

There is no need for the three of them to speak, the tiger is walking on the street in the busy city, relentlessly provoking his opponent in the hunting ground.

Tell them-I am here.

Just on this wide long street, an innocent and elegant performance is coming soon.

"Tsk..."

The smoking man was taken aback for a moment, and then he became regretful and unhappy.

The guard next to him immediately gloated, "I said earlier, you should take care of it."

"This can't control it." The smoking man pinched the cigarette. "I don't want to control... I'm just a pity."

"What a pity?"

"I can't find such a suitable girl to be a model."

The man was helpless and had foreseen the future: "I hope it won't be too troublesome, otherwise it will be troublesome to clean the road."

At that moment, the disturbed beasts raised their eyes.

In the warm music of the shopping mall, the passionate rhythm of the nightclub, and the hoarse singing of the nightclub, the samurai who were decorated by alcohol, beauty and even luxury raised their eyes in unison.

Feel the provocation from afar.

The thumb subconsciously pushed out the hilt of the waist...

Foreseeing the coming of the struggle.

Behind the gate, under the sky bridge, in the window, those cold eyes looked here.

Compared to them, the managers here are more responsive.

The man who no longer smokes stood by in the distance, but the old man in the robe could not sit back and watch, and asked with a cane: "Little girl, I don't know who you are looking for, but is it a bit too domineering to block the road suddenly? ?"

"Road closure?"

The original reason was puzzled, and he pointed behind him, "No, look, isn't the sidewalk quite spacious?"

It's as if you don't understand anything.

After provoking, he thoughtfully left a dog hole for his opponents to escape.

But any samurai who still has the strength to hold a sword would not want to choose this way.

From this moment on, it was doomed: I want to walk out here dignifiedly, but there is only one way to meet...

"act recklessly."

The old man retracted his gaze in disappointment, lowered his head, and looked at the limp blond man next to him: "Liu Dou, do you know her?"

"...No, I don't know it, it has nothing to do with me!" Liu Dou shook his head frantically, his face pale.

"Then what are you doing while lying down? Do you stay for someone to try the knife?" The old man scolded angrily. If it wasn't for the reason that he was a subordinate of an acquaintance, he would have left it alone: ​​"Go away!"

The man on the ground staggered to his feet, crawling around trying to escape, but soon he froze in place, dare not make any more movements.

Feel the biting chill.

The young man with a cold look from the front.

"Shen Mianliu, Yayoi Zhufang——"

The young samurai lifted the hood of his sweater, showing a solid hilt from the cloth bag he took off behind him, and looked up at the provocateur.

"Have you figured out what you are doing, madman." He said, "I don't say that I don't cut women..."

"Will it be even more embarrassing if it is cut by a woman?"

Yuanyuan asked, the Shanjun who was holding his hand, "Don't say anything polite, aren't the people in the line still waiting?"

Behind Suwa Yayoi, dozens of hideous killing intent rose in the crowd, and the samurai raised their scarlet eyes, already impatient.

At that moment, thunder burst out.

The hurricane spread in the roar of the air.

Even before Yuan Yuan got up from the chair, a cold iron light rose from the torn cloth bag, sweeping forward along with Suwa Yayoi's sprint.

What jumped out of the cloth bag that was too difficult for the knife to hold was an exaggerated Odachi, lingering in the fluorescence of the running water, echoing the thunder, and there were strands of electric light emerging.

The cold face in the background is like a ghost.

In a flash, it was close at hand.

Shuchi!

But then, the chop cut came to an abrupt end, stalemate in place.

Only the high-pitched metal and iron collision sound spread, and for an instant, everyone saw a flower, only two sparks shot out of the air.

The sharp voice stung everyone's eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, the two sides have crossed over.

Yayoi Suwa's movements were stiff in place.

Until now, everyone can see clearly...The weapons in his hand are two!

In addition to the Odachi, there is a rib hidden in the back waist of the sweater.

——The so-called Shenmianliu was originally a dual-sword flow!

But now, a gap has appeared on the Odachi sword, and the ribs have been cut across the waist, crashing to the ground.

After landing, there was a half drawstring on the hood of the sweater...

A crack quietly appeared on the sweater, right in front of his throat, and the remaining chill penetrated into the bone marrow, causing the pain of throat cutting.

Yayoi Suwa's eyes widened in disbelief.

As long as there is a slight difference in the movements of the woman on the chair, I will be in a different place, only a little bit...

But from beginning to end, she never got up from the chair.

"Leave the knife and people can go."

Yuan Yuan turned around to say goodbye, and then looked forward: "Next!"

Such a frivolous posture caused the anger of the samurai to spread like a tsunami, and for a moment, I don't know how many swords were unsheathed clanging.

If he had the same attitude as watching a movie, now before the tragic mistakes, he can't avoid getting serious.

On the high chair, Yuan Yuan still pressed Shanjun on his knees, staring at his opponents.

wait.

The next person comes up...

And in the truck behind her, the hut in the forest, wearing sunglasses, lay comfortably on the flat driver's seat, cocked his legs, and blew a whistle.

"There are two books at the beginning of the show. Today is really a good day..."

collapse!

There was a high-pitched voice, and his whistle paused.

Now there are three books!

Right in front of Yuan Yuan, the man who drew the sword had a pale face, firmly holding the long sword in his hand, but under Shan Jun's suppression, the blade was still pressed down inch by inch.

The blade is close at hand.

It's hard to hold up and can't breathe.

As Yuanyuan's palm holding the sword trembles slightly, and his wrist twists, the fine shock spread in an instant, passing on the body of the sword, bursting out the roar of the tiger!

This is, rubbing the strings!

The sudden shock spread along the contact between the blade and the blade, and instantly penetrated the opponent's body with the unrelenting drummer's strength, making him suddenly black.

When he reacted, he was already flying in the air and falling backward.

Hit the ground.

The long knife dropped out.

"next!"

Yuanyuan opened his mouth coldly, like a ticket seller sitting behind the window, reminding his opponents to line up in an orderly manner and a civilized duel.

But in fact it doesn't matter if it's not orderly, and brutality doesn't matter.

In this way, the first, the second, and the third were solved like a broken bamboo. After careful thinking, they defeated the fourth, fifth, and sixth, until the seventh and eighth began to besiege. Finally she got up from the bench.

But the moment she stood on the ground, she was waiting for the ninth person to appear.

Waiting for the ninth opponent to stand in front of her...

Among the chaos everywhere, there was only one high chair standing alone under the traffic lights.

The warm-up exercise is finally over.

But for some reason, it is difficult to raise the spirits when the duel is clear.

When facing an enemy ten times more than herself, UU read www.uukanshu.com, she was a little distracted.

Inexplicably recalled the scene not long ago.

"Boy, this is your disease..."

Once, the monster-like old man said to himself: "If you don't solve it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to achieve real achievements in your life?"

When he said this, his smile was regretful and mocking, as if overlooking a tragedy that had nothing to do with him, and indifferently made irresponsible judgments.

No warmth.

However, gloating at her embarrassed appearance, she brutally crushed and defeated her until she didn't even have the strength to hold the sword.

"That's it for today." The old man picked up his mace and waved coldly: "It's time for rest."

"Please wait..."

In the dizziness, she subconsciously propped up her body and looked at the figure from behind, "What did she mean just now?"