Rebirth: Start By Hiding In Evil

Chapter 484

Chapter 286: One by one field expansion!!

Aiming, aiming, aiming for a long time.

Still completely useless.

Leo reluctantly hung down the CAD, and the warm water droplets fell into the stagnant water along the edges and corners of the machine, causing ripples of complicated emotions.

He scratched the back of his head, always thinking that he had made a mistake in opening it?

It’s like, when I was in elementary school, I was called by my old mother to go to a magic cram school, but when I got to the private school, I found out that this was a rocket class, surrounded by super-class people, and I couldn’t understand the class at all!

Sitting in it, he felt like a “Samoyed” pretending to be a “big white wolf”.

Extraordinary play.

In fact, he doesn’t need to worry at all now, even if he misses, no one should blame him.

Of course–

Just like Ganbigu, it’s okay to rest and heal your wounds!

He has done it perfectly!

No one can blame him!

However, Leo was unhappy after all. If he really did this, he would inevitably be suspected of running away.

Think here..

Leo’s eyes were unavoidably blurred.

The experience of these ten days, he always felt that it was a dream, beautiful and unrealistic.

He was brought into the battle of the Nine Schools by a friend he just met and became a waiter.

And because of good luck…

I was pulled by a peer of Lu You’s eyes, and I was completely thrown into the train to win the championship.

To a certain extent, Leo thought that he had finished his life’s luck in just one year.

But luck is not achievement.

The hand of fate lifts people to a height that he does not deserve, making people feel dizzy, dizzy, and finally frightened.

All along, Leo felt like a tiny piece of dust… Born in a poor (relatively poor… Xicheng family, using an old-fashioned CAD, cramming in a public house with his parents, taking the test as he pleases) A high…

The wind took him to heights he never aspired to, and Leo believed that one day, it would take him lightly in other mysterious places.

“We’re just living on borrowed time, and the wonderful things you keep for a while don’t really belong to you.”

–“Xicheng Leo Harut” has always thought so:

My own life and “Ant Maze” (Note: a kind of children’s breeding toy.) are actually quite similar.

Also lost in a dark underground labyrinth.

It’s just that “ants” don’t know that the box is sealed, they can never reach the outside world, and their own side cannot return to the outside world for some reason.

anyway….

Five, what happened below?

Are you in a “hard fight”?

still..

At ease, do you want the other party to play?

Leo sighed, thinking he had to do something?

10…..

For me, the darkness below should be an unsolvable problem, right?

His palm squeezed slightly, and the CAD, which was about to fall into the water, stopped the downward trend.

Leo put down the small box that he had been carrying behind him, and took out the two small sword-like short arc blades that his father handed over to him before the game.

– For the very beautiful blade, like a pair of silver wings, the body of the blade is flowing with a frightening cold light.

He knew that he was incapable of stepping into the sword-like storm, but…

The teammates below need it!

He, must try!

Five “!! Then! For a long time!”

Above the pothole, a sturdy peer shouted his name loudly.

Distorted echo.

Ling, Wujo Satoru, who was playing heartily below, raised his head slightly, he pinched the sharp claws swung by the enemy, and fell into contemplation.

who is it?

Dry Bigu?

Or, Leo?

But he can’t help thinking about it…

Two bright silver flashes jumped down from above.

The sound, the arc of light, seized the gap between the opponent’s (–Purple Shirt?) distraction, and Wujou’s driving force kicked the opponent’s chest like a bell, and a mouthful of blood spattered from the opponent’s mouth.

“Ugh-”

More dark red madness gathered in the eyes of “Purple Shirt”, and they rushed in like a tide, and several magical fields were overlapping and expanding, just like the instincts of creatures.

The magic barrage erupts again!

He seemed to be standing in the corona, and several fiery flames shot in all directions!

The scorching hot, the roasted air twists!

“Leo!

You guys help me look after the hole and don’t let the drones in – I can handle the rest!”

Gojo Satoru turned his head and shouted, this is a rare opportunity to communicate, comparable to “a precious halftime break”.

If it can consistently cast large-area offensive magic, things will be fine!

However, driven by the “beast instinct”, Zishan’s melee combat is pressing step by step, rarely taking time to release, and has been slashing wildly!

“what?!

Good! I’ll keep an eye out!”

Leo’s expression changed from doubt to certainty, and he resolutely agreed to Wujo Satoru’s request.

Turning his head, he stared at the sky closely, without letting up.

next second!

The boy’s figure rippled like a wave, and slowly disappeared in place.

hiss!

Gojo Satoru jumped high and caught the two swords smoothly.

A backflip, landing firmly on the ground.

“call–

Gojo Satoru sighed softly, and stroked his cheek with the back of his hand, intending to give it a home!

it!

There is no help!

Although I don’t know where the medicine came from? Who gave it?

but–

Now, it doesn’t matter anymore.

A world where everyone can be saved does not exist!

Not the Virgin.

White left can’t.

The ancients often said: To travel a thousand miles, read ten thousand books.

Because you have traveled thousands of miles, you will definitely come out of the local prejudice, and you will not feel that your place is superior to other places.

Reading thousands of books is actually a process of getting out of the prejudice of the times.

Because in the process of reading, you will communicate with the ancients, the past era, and other eras.

It is possible to get out of the prejudice of this era.

The bright and light chanting came out of his mouth, and it was the chanting of Rune.

The wind blows up…

Blowing away the stagnant water under him, it was like an elf’s feet were in the middle of the lake.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his palm, his fingers closed on the handles of the two knives, his eyes closed as if in meditation, and the main scene began…

The field expands!

The waterfall-like technique took shape in his consciousness, the river rushes down, and the sound of the water is like thunder!

After a while, a golden flame ignited in his eyes, and strange patterns bloomed in the flame.

In reality, create infinite!

The realm of birth, against the rain, open it for him!

In the strange world, Wujo Wu was standing in a boundless rain, and tens of thousands of water droplets reflected his face from different angles.

Every drop of rain germinates like a seed, and fragments of memory burst out of the seed, and he hears the sound of the waterfall from inside.

Time began to flow, space began to change shape, and sound became reality… There was really a magnificent waterfall hanging above his head, thousands of water flowing down Jiang Tao, and the sound of thunder could be heard in his ears.

This was the situation faced by the masters of the short-arc knives at that time, standing under the turbulent flow, swinging their knives against the waterfall, honing their swordsmanship.

In the end, although I failed to cut off the water, but…

It can also cut down the flying swallows!

Gojo Satoru gently stroked the blade surface, and in this inspired world, his perception stretched to the limit.

The ability to write profiles has evolved to be rare in ancient and modern times!

Although this pair of knives looks very new, it actually has a history of hundreds of years. The warriors of a hundred years ago could only use the most primitive methods to temper their bodies and combat skills, and forge themselves into peerless steel. Life pursues the limit of “One Strike”.

A set of nameless two-handed sword techniques was formed in Wujo Satoru’s heart, and in an instant, he seemed to have seen all the fighting techniques of the sword master’s life.

This is also a gift given to him by the world. When the profile goes to the deepest point, he will imitate and profile the person’s every move, just like he used to be a girl in the theater..

Profile, played a “Swan Lake”, he was able to achieve exactly the same soundtrack as the owner of the piano.

Born into the realm, against the rain.

duration.

One minute.

Wujo Satoru stepped out and walked forward, the blade of the blade swept across the water, swept away the milky white mist, and the tip of the blade splashed water.

spray!

Snapped!

Under the blessing of the world, Wujo Wu and Zishan’s slashing have formed a storm of equal power and enemy, and Zishan, who is more and more like a human, has been able to heal quickly!

The bloodstain just cut out will heal in the next second!

Only a white mark is left!

Compared with reinforced concrete, Sharp Claw is obviously more like him.

what!

La!

Sparks with lightning.

Grabbing it frantically, Wutiaowu’s eyes were very dull and unconcerned.

Useless struggle!

Into his world, death is its predetermined destiny!

Wujo Satoru slashed more and more smoothly, and slashed the claws that followed him like a shadow!

stiff!

Everything is martial, and the magic “Break Water” is a beam of light that cuts into the center of the storm!

Water cut. 4 times crit!

The two knives were provoked from top to bottom, and a water-coagulated crescent moon shot up into the sky, hitting Zishan’s leg with precision.

The black blood splashed in the water (good) actually produced the effect of boiling oil into the water, as if the blood flowing in his veins was not blood, but a dangerous chemical such as “nitroglycerin”.

Wuhu!

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and crossed a drop of water!

Fortunately, there is a block of running water, otherwise he may not be able to keep the face he thinks is decent.

Wutiaowu flipped his wrist and arm and exerted his strength again!

(Ghost Slayer is really handsome!)

(Flower Street, have you read it!)

(The pinnacle of the decade!)

Cut off the water!

Type: Flowing Pot!

After the blade was rolled up like a water dragon, it quickly fell again, and all the water splashes that rose from the sky seemed to be sucked, and followed Wujo Satoru’s back of the blade.

Yuu

Two waterfalls from top to bottom!

Hack!

Zishan threw a blow, and the broken hand held the momentum of the double-knife attack.

–but!

–I didn’t hold back!

With the two knives folded together, Wujou Wu even chopped off his stomach!

“Oh Dang”, two cuts were made on the thick biceps of the purple shirt!

–Zizz!

Like a burst of cola, the hot oil rushed out from the knife edge!

PS:

Senior year, busy with graduation in the past few months, the update really broke down.