Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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His speed is a bit worse than mine, but it still surprised me, not because of his speed, but because he entered this high-speed mode and is very similar to the dead Shirai. His legs are like springs, each The pedals are flying like rockets.

However, Shirai uses talents, and talents that succumb to the limits of the human body cannot easily reach this speed, so this person should use super powers.

"He is mine ..." Dorothy said. Although his tone was weak and timid, his eyes and face were diametrically opposite, full of dark and evil strangeness.

In the heart of love and maintenance, I do n’t want her to be involved in the battle, but the battle is her will, just like I do n’t want to limit Fu Jiang ’s will, nor will she forcefully reverse her decision, and we need her strength .

I rushed out of the high-speed world, and Fu Jiang suddenly grabbed Dorothy's hand, threw her up, then waved a knife-shaped critical weapon, and the strong shock wave suddenly engulfed the enemy. At the same time, I grabbed Fu Jiang and entered the speed raid again, trying to stagger the enemy and go around to the destination from the other side.

Although I hope that Fu Jiang's attack can solve the opponent at one time, the enemy shows traces outside the shock wave range, the critical weapon is destructive, but has the inherent weakness of the weapon.

The area in the altar was protected by an invisible force, where shock waves screamed past, and there was n’t even much trace left on the ground.

The enemy tried to intercept Fu Jiang and me again. At this time, Dorothy threw the bear puppet in his hand for half a year. The bear puppet twisted into a ball and blasted silently, blowing a big The thick liquid mass is not blood in color.

The liquid continued to expand, isolating the enemy at once, and Dorothy also fell into that end.

Fu Jiang and I finally rushed into the 50 meters, and when we wanted to take a step closer, the field of vision that appeared to be distorted in front of the high-speed passage was further distorted. For a while, I lost my prayer position. The scene in front of it suddenly turned into a weird shape, as if the scenes in different positions were torn up and joined together in disorder, looking deeper, layer by layer, constantly being pulled out and inserted again, complicated and nothing. The change in the law immediately made me feel sick.

Can't get through it.

I had to stop and the distorted vision returned to normal a little bit, but the overlapping sense of space approached us. I realized in an instant that this was the swallowing space of the train, and the invisible enemy was by my side.

Fu Jiang wielded a knife-shaped critical weapon. After the shock wave and folding space overlapped, they weakened each other. At the same time, a man in the uniform of the non-commissioned officer of the Pfan Army appeared in front of us.

"Thirteenth." Fu Jiang whispered: "I finally met, Achuan, you go first, leave it to me here."

I immediately responded that the man in front of me was the doomsday truth cadre possessed by the devil. Is this folding space enough to resist the knife-shaped critical weapon, is it the power of the devil, or his own super power?

The combat power is estimated to be 3200. At the next moment, it suddenly jumped to 3900, surpassing Fujiang.

It's terrible, it can be regarded as human like a fire escape. If the combat power is estimated to be more than 3,000, you can no longer treat it as human. My magic pattern seems to be burning violently.

Should Fu Jiang be left to let her fight alone with each other? But even if he stays, it doesn't seem to have much effect. This person can easily control the folding space, and the effect of the quick sweep ability is almost reduced to the freezing point. The last time he dealt with the demon in Saya Ye's body, it was not common to him.

Despite this, I still did not immediately answer Fu Jiang with Ranwen Novel Net.

The man on the opposite side was expressionless and did not take the initiative to launch an attack. However, his shadow changed from shallow to thick, and expanded rapidly in the blue electric light. stand up. The man's eyes also turned into two black flames.

At this moment, there was a compact and violent buzzing from Fujiang. The edge of the knife-shaped critical hedge weapon became blurred. This was an unprecedented high-frequency shock. As the Prophet Mayn said, it activated itself in front of the devil.

Perhaps as the prophet said, the crystallization product of the mysterious technology of the ruling bureau was originally a hunting weapon designed for demons.

"Relax, Achuan. You know, I won't die." Fu Jiang understood my worries.

"But your personality ..."

Does Fu Jiang completely occupy this female body, does it mean that her personality has also divorced from the body? If this body dies, will her personality collapse with it? I still don't understand the essence of Fu Jiang's reincarnation, and all kinds of suspicions swarm.

"It's okay, there are countless copies of my personality," Fu Jiang didn't look back at me at Ranranfiction.com, she and the non-commissioned officers looked at each other, and gradually showed a greasy smile.

Even if she said so, I still can't let go. Even if there is a personality copy, there will be a gap in experience after returning to the file. This gap is very different from amnesia. Can this incoherent life be regarded as the original person? Fu Jiang probably does n’t care. She is just a person created by man. The lun theory of human and non-human becomes blurred in her. The concepts of death and regeneration have lost their boundaries. She accepts this and regards it as her own Traits, this is what makes her unique. But I am still a normal person and cannot understand this kind of thing normally. If things change like that, I will feel sad even if it is not particularly painful.

I hold my left eye. Jiang, what do you think of your demise and rebirth? Your form is no longer stubborn, your personality can be split and copied, what does formal death mean to you?

In front of me, Fu Jiang and the sergeant confronted each other quietly; behind me, fighting and shouting, hot flames and ice intersecting; the blue light spreading across the entire altar circuit; the air echoing the solemn and solemn prayer. I seem to fall into a strange and psychedelic dream, echoing the soft voice of Aria: Go, I will return to our only resting place.

"Go, Achuan, if I die, I will return to our resting place." Fu Jiang said.

At this moment, the will that exists inside and outside of me coincides.

I step back step by step, as if my legs no longer belong to me. I deeply feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the sacred king, the night kills the **** seal, the throne, and the strongest abandonment of the young Zhou Dynasty. Move the heaven and earth to kill the **** and seal the throne at night A kind of absolute will swallowed me, and I suddenly turned around and launched a quick swoop towards the world of fire and frost.

Before Fu Jiang and the non-commissioned officers were divided, they could not break through the defense circle of the prayers. All I could do was to help other people resolve the battle as soon as possible and liberate their power.

The enemy has nine Mageweave messengers and a spider machine, but we have only eight people, and the overall number is at a disadvantage. However, I have not been dragged by the enemy, but instead can cooperate with other people to form a local combat advantage. . , I will return to our only resting place.

Don't get involved in a two-on-one defensive battle, but choose a one-on-one combination that can take advantage of quick swept.

There were dramatic fluctuations above the head, colorful light shuttled back and forth inside and outside the body of the spider machine, the colorful iridescent light of the turtledove could shuttle the space, lock the core of the enemy, and there was no obstruction by the space force of the literary fiction net. After a while, the giant spider machine hanging upside down was completely quiet, and apparently its control center was destroyed.

This self-propelled weapon, which is full of ammunition launchers, can pose a lethal threat to ordinary troops, even for ordinary talents. But the three-pole Mageweave messenger is just a disturbing flying insect.

Without the containment of the dense ammunition above, the ground situation is suddenly much easier. Except for turtledoves and fire escapes who take the defensive position with one enemy and two, everyone else is fighting one-on-one. Among them, the battle with the ballet bear is the most difficult, but although it fell into the disadvantages, it did not fail for a moment.

Joining them in the battle will only lead to a stalemate, you must choose a tie or even suppress the enemy's battlefield, so that this free combat power becomes the last straw to crush the camel. I am thinking of teleportation and quickly sorting out the current situation.

A flying figure appeared in the corner of my eyes, the fast-legged guy who was facing Dorothy. He has a speed comparable to mine, but now he looks a little embarrassed and his entire left arm is cut off. He didn't seem to dare to get closer to Dorothy, but just moved and tempted around Dorothy. Dorothy stood in the same place, and did not mean any defense at all, even when the man came to his back, he did not turn around, but just stood still.

I do n’t know exactly what happened, but it seems that Dorothy has the upper hand, but ca n’t keep up with the enemy ’s actions. The man was like a dog biting a turtle and could not start. Because of this, I think he might give up Dorothy and turn to other battlefields. Currently still entangled with Dorothy, just trapped in self-esteem, and there is no burning novel in the novel. Feel the martial arts in Dorothy The Zhou Clan will kill the God Seal of the Throne in the night and ask the Devil Ao Ninth Heaven to abandon the youngest. The Indian throne begs for the most powerful Ninth Heaven to abandon the young Zhou Dynasty royalty to greater pressure.

If he did that, he would suddenly break the current situation. His combat effectiveness is not weak, but is restrained in terms of ability. I also have the ability to move at high speeds, knowing what terrible destructive power this guy will cause if he is liberated from the current battlefield.

Although Dorothy's age is younger, her combat experience is more abundant than mine. She may have seen through this, so before there is no grasp of Ranwen Fiction Net's one-shot victory, no Ranwen Fiction Net takes a step by step approach.

I turned around and trailed behind him, imagining myself to be a ghost, an assassin lurking in the shadow, converging my breath in an atmosphere of intense collision and quietly approaching. The fast-legged man was under pressure from Dorothy, and her attention was completely focused on her, and I did not notice my actions at all.

The dagger was held back, hidden behind his arm, and bent in the high-speed passage, hiding his body in the dense electric light on the ground. My heart is like it does not belong to me, beating steadily and slowly, the body is a bit cold, that is the blood circulation rate is decreasing. This is the unique skill of the killer Takagawa, and the feeling at that time is revived in each cell.

No, it was more powerful than the murderer at the time. ‘Jiang’ seemed to wake up and tacitly took over the body ’s physiological response.

The body acts according to the will, but only the will belongs to itself. It is like falling into a nightmare, being pressed on the bed by the ghost, and clearly thinking, but there is a transparent membrane separating the brain and the body.

To be honest, it ’s not comfortable at all. I can feel the martial arts. The Holy King made the sacred king to kill the **** Immortal Throne at night. Abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family martial Qiankun to kill the **** God seal the throne at night The evil greed of Jiang.

Eat, grow and evolve. ‘She’ ca n’t speak, but she expounds this will with practical actions.

I do n’t have resistance from Ranwen.com. If this is what she hopes to get, I do n’t mind turning the enemy ’s body into a sacrifice for his girlfriend.

Five meters, four meters, three meters ... The prey moves in a circle, and I move in a spiral, and each turn will be closer to him than before.

Dorothy saw me, but it was as if she didn't see it. If Jiang did not take over my body, my palms would have oozed sweat. As long as the enemies of other battlefields pay attention to it, they will easily notice my movements and warn them. This kind of situation that can make the plan fall short can happen at any time.

If it were n’t for Jiang ’s cold, evil will permeating through every cell, making me seem to be immersed in the cold and hot spring water, I would have rushed. After all, I am not a real murderer Gaochuan, but a normal Gaochuan.

Be calm, be calm, and wait for the opportunity like a viper. There was a voice whispering in his ear.

Did not wait for too long, and after counting the interest, the fast-legged man resolutely ended his temptation, his body suddenly fell forward, almost against the ground, and rushed up from behind Dorothy.

It's now.

I launched the speed sweep with all my strength, and the world outside the high-speed passage was completely distorted, leaving only the figure in front of me in the field of vision. His speed is extremely fast, but my speed is faster, in my opinion, he is like a trot, I stride to catch up.

I can clearly see his technique of high-speed movement. Every time he stepped, there was a quick and brief impulse from the soles of his feet, making a slight blasting sound. Unlike me who is in a high-speed passageway and observes the sluggish outside world with normal reactions, he achieved high speed in the original world. Can his response keep up with this movement? How many times can his body support such acceleration?

I don't know what the essence of his superpower is, but I think it must be wrong to use it in this way.

Unable to fully control the speed is his fatal point.

Me, him, Dorothy, and the distance between the three of them can be said to be very close. The contact with each other is only a microsecond, but this time seems to me to be several times longer.

I flung over the enemy, his body almost parallel to him. The dagger had arrived, and the fast-legged man finally noticed the coldness behind his neck, his hair rising up one by one.

Dorothy began to turn her neck.

The body of Quick Leg rolled sideways. I clearly saw that his skin was stretched up by iron blue blood vessels, like a fierce centipede, and then split, bursting out a **** gas.

Blood droplets condensed in the air and were broken by daggers.

The fast-legged man's body has turned ninety degrees, his shoulders are facing me, his eyes are slanting to the corners of his eyes, and the moment's emotions appear distorted and terrible, and a cold light suddenly falls in his pupils.

The dagger was inserted into his neck and neck, and with a vigorous stir, he did not pull it out and cut it down. The touch of cutting off the cervical spine came into the palm of the hand, and when a dagger was pulled out, a large flower came out.

His neck was almost cut off.

My body floated in mid-air, and after grasping Dorothy, it was thrown into the high-speed world by huge inertia and thrust.

The speed of the world returned to normal in an instant. I clung to Dorothy and fell to the ground, staggering back a few steps. The fast-legged man in front of him was also thrown away by inertia. His uncontrolled body jumped and rolled like a pinball on the ground, his head was thrown up and down weakly, and a round of blood spurt out. When he rested more than ten meters away, his head completely detached from his body.

More blood poured out of the headless body, my left eyeball jumped sharply, and my vision was confused. I held my left eye, a sudden pain came, and when I lifted my hand, the eyeball was already in the palm of my hand. A lot of hot liquid ran out along the cheeks, and soon wet the body. The will full of evil and greed drove me to throw the eyeballs on the headless body.

The corpse was like being corroded, foam appeared on the skin, and it made a boiling sound, which melted at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into a thick pool of blood.

The pool of blood came out of the mouth and the trousers, and it snaked to my feet like life, and quickly drilled into the hollow eye sockets along my body. The feeling of being filled with huge amounts of foreign objects makes the mind swell, like a balloon that is inflating. I once again feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the holy king, the sacred king will kill the god, the Indian throne, the night, the strongest abandonment Move the heaven and earth to kill the **** and seal the throne in the night and ask the devil to be proud of the world. Root filaments and nerves were entangled and entangled fiercely into the cell nucleus, and could not help spasm.

Suddenly the pain came, and suddenly, I just felt that my body was light, a thick sense of vitality and warmth swept every corner of the body. I just feel that I do n’t have problems with Ranwen.com even if I do n’t eat, drink or sleep for ten days.

"It turns out, is this what you look like now? It's really ugly." Dorothy's voice rang in my ears.

I turned my head and saw Dorothy staring at my left eye with a strange expression. I intuition that she is not talking to me, the 'Jiang' that was born inside me is her target.

But Jiang is silent.

In many cases, I can't even confirm whether she really woke up. The sounds heard in that meditation do not seem to belong to me, just like a confused illusion produced after taking medicine.

That is not Zhenjiang ~ www.readwn.com ~ nor Zuojiang. It seems to have an independent personality, but it also seems to have only instinct. It is an undefined chaotic existence.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.

"What do you think?" Dorothy asked.

What else can I answer? Just shrugged shoulders.

"Although I can solve that guy, it will always take some effort. This time it is yours, anyway, it is only a weak third level."

Dorothy stretched out her finger and stroked the head in the distance.

I looked in the direction of her finger and saw a liquid suddenly appearing in the air, rushing down like a waterfall, blinking and swallowing the head, as if cold water was pouring on the red hot iron, making a snorting noise.

The liquid returned to Dorothy's feet along the ground. She squatted down, her fingers on the liquid a little, and the liquid immediately tangled and twisted, and fluff grew, and turned back into a bear puppet, held in her arms.

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