The dim stars in the vast universe have no chance to enjoy the rays of the sun. But even with such a status, a weak star can still exert its undiminished luminosity to shake the stars. When he closes his eyes, he feels the raindrops washing his tired body.
After a moment of coolness, he thought that his life would open a new page, but found that he could not escape the claws of darkness. He finally understood the significance of power for survival in troubled times, and his aloof and strong temper inspired him to be helpless.
Pi Ni's swordsmanship talent is at the peak, he despises everything on the ground, and all he pursues is endless power.
Because he has no choice but to fight.
At the end of the Warring States Period, the common people were devastated. In the flames of war, whether they were old or weak, or women, or ants, their lives were just the warmth of a flick of the finger.
Wei State.
In that chaotic street.
A child whose whole body was dirty, with dazzling scars on his hands and face, raised his head and stared blankly at the blood-red sky.
The screams were mixed with the screams of escape, and the sound shook the eardrums.
"Oh, these losers are afraid of being like this even before the knife is placed on their necks." The child's eyes swept across, with disdain and contempt in his eyes.
In this city swallowed by the Qin State, he moved extremely tiredly, very slowly, like a caterpillar crawling. He wriggled his bitter tongue, and his throat seemed to be holding a hairy spider.
It's dry and itchy, I don't know how many days I've been on an empty stomach, and my eyes are always looking forward to finding something to satisfy my hunger.
At this time, a bright red light entered the field of vision, and a sound entered the ears.
''Help, help me, the Qin army is coming soon, who will help me?''
The familiar cry for help, the same despair, another weak waste trapped, just like the heart-rending cry he made a few days ago.
He found his position, but he ignored the trapped child and the increasingly shrill calls for help. He just walked back and forth in the ruins, looking for anything to eat.
His eyes were extremely sharp and caught the pinned child. There was a cloth bag next to him, which was filled with food for escape.
Haha, it's almost ironic that that unlucky guy was pressed here and waiting to die while holding so many things.
The child hurriedly opened the bag, couldn't help but wolfed it down like a beast.
"Hey! You ate my food, can you help me out now?" The unfortunate man groaned and cast a pleading look.
He looked at the man coldly, without any suspicion, but felt funny. It turned out that he was also in this miserable state that day. Maybe the person who stayed was just like him, and saw that there was nothing to eat.
Then he ran away alone without any care. Now, would he be like that guy who refused to save others, disdaining the life and death of others, and ran away alone without even bothering to help?
He lowered his head and looked at the food in his hands. The conclusion was obvious. One person could eat for a few more days.
After walking a few steps, the unfortunate guy's words made him change his mind.
"You save me, we are both children. If one person's ability is too weak, sooner or later he will become ashes in the flames of war. You save me, and we go together. Together, we can do a lot of things, and maybe we can live forever.
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Yes, a person's strength is too weak. The armies of other countries are burning and killing people everywhere. People die every day. Then there is the unlucky guy. Maybe it will be his turn next time. If he can escape once, he can always escape without a watch.
However, looking at the adults around him who were only concerned about their personal escape, and looking at the weak and unlucky guy over there, he finally chose to rescue him. Just as the two weak forces combined, it didn't take long to rescue the unlucky guy.
Likewise, two people can always do more.
The setting sun shines onto the stream, and the green grass on the bank exudes a faint fragrance.
"If we could have been born a decade or two earlier, maybe we wouldn't have to hide like this and just use the knife to kill the dogs that wanted to kill us!?
The unlucky man always sighed like this, but it didn't matter to him, as long as he could survive, it didn't matter whether he ran away or fought with a knife.
With a "pop" sound, a stone was thrown out, and several water floats jumped out on the water. A series of golden ripples glowed like a road to heaven. However, at the end of the road, there was a rapid sinking in powerlessness. .
In the evening breeze of late autumn, the massacre began again.
Countless black lights rushed toward the sky, covering the entire earth evenly.
After the screams of death, countless Wei people became the prey of others' arrows.
"We didn't die after this. It seems that God is favoring us." After the two children climbed out of the pile of dead people, the unlucky ghost sighed in shock.
"No, God has already abandoned us. We rely on our own strength to survive." He angrily denied the feelings of the unlucky ghosts. How could they have escaped if they hadn't desperately dug a pit and buried themselves in it? The powerful crossbows of the Qin people.
"Not good", he stared at his hands full of blood blisters and suddenly screamed in surprise. Too many bloody escapes made his reaction extremely sensitive. At this moment, he smelled the danger approaching quickly. .
Sure enough, an enemy soldier on horseback came, howling: "There are two left here."
They know better than anyone that these guys have no concept of mercy, and they will not even let babies go.
They started running as fast as they could, but unfortunately their feet were not fast enough, at least not as fast as the horses.
They rounded the curved bend, but before they could escape from the wolf's mouth, another horse came over from the front.
"Snapped!"
A long whip came down head-on, causing the world to spin and instantly knocked the unlucky man to the ground, burying him in a cloud of dust.
The horse's hooves whirred, and behind him there was a spear, piercing the wind and piercing the air, approaching towards him.
Run? The word flashed through his mind quickly, but he immediately denied himself. Running was useless. It was just a futile effort in exchange for a short period of survival. He could never outrun the horse's four hooves.
The spear was getting closer and closer, something in his heart suddenly shook, and he finally made a decision at this moment.
He picked up a burning firewood, whirred, and rushed towards the horse, followed by the people running towards it.
The soldier did not expect that the kid would do this, and hurriedly grabbed the horse's head to avoid the disturbance of the firewood. Just as the horse stood still, a figure immediately flashed in his eyes, with ferocious movements and face, like It swooped over like a jackal.
"ah--"
After a heart-rending scream, a large hole appeared in Qin Bing's neck, and blood spattered on the spot.
When another Qin Bing on horseback caught a glimpse of those ferocious and wild eyes, he was stunned. Those eyes were not those of a child, they were clearly Shura from hell. He almost wanted to run away on horseback, but then he thought about it and realized that he was The dignified warriors of Great Qin were just facing a crazy boy...
At this moment when he was stunned, the counterattack began again, cruelly biting out the soldier's throat in the bloodiest gesture.
The thunder god roared, drowning out the tragic screams.
The sky seemed to shed tears, and in the dazzling white light, a small army surged over.
He finally knelt on the ground and closed his eyes in despair, feeling only the coolness of the raindrops washing his tired body.
Not only did he fail to reach the dawn of survival, but he was led into another hell.
He and many children were taken into a huge cage by the unknown army. Like everyone else, he suffered from whipping, cruel training, and desperate cannibalism and fighting day and night.
The years of wandering, whether it is killing or war, no matter where we go, we are inseparable from the elimination of life and death.
''The elite dead warrior who is unique among ten thousand, his body is cut into pieces in ten thousand pieces,
I respect your inner cry, when the blood-sucking power is released, the prey will be as fearful as thunder." The person holding the pointer declares day after day, like an endless reincarnation.
After the announcement, the killing continued. In order to gain a chance of survival from his opponent, countless people died under his hands. At first, he could not even hold the knife steadily, but later he could swing the knife tremblingly, and then he could fight to the death.
In the end, there was a strong, different opponent with dazzling whip marks on his face, but the same ending. He kept winning from the knockout rounds. Gradually, this kind of cannibalism turned into the most wild way of killing.
Being addicted to such a game is so pure and exciting.
This is the law of nature. A weak person cannot be attached to someone stronger than him. A weak person can only be taken away by a strong person. He can survive forever because he is the strongest and because he sees others.
Looking at his eyes, it was like seeing a sign of death, but he continued to become stronger, grew at an almost abnormal speed, and continued to survive.
And when one day he found that this arena could no longer satisfy his desires, he destroyed it without hesitation.
With one person's effort, thick black smoke rose up and submerged all traces of the training ground.
He tried to push the door open, but someone opened it.
; ; ; ;"Creak--!"
amp;#160;;amp;#160;;amp;#160;;amp;#160;;The iron door of the arena was violently pushed open!
amp;#160;;amp;#160;;amp;#160;;amp;#160; Years of decayed dust were kicked up, floating and spinning in the air, and there seemed to be thousands of dazzling eyes at the iron door
The dizzying sunlight and dust particles were flying in the air, as if they were dyed into sunlight, golden and dazzling.
There is a blurry silhouette in the strong backlight.
amp;#160;;amp;#160;;amp;#160;;amp;#160;;The man's figure is dark and his voice is hazy in the thousands of rays of light.
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''Wandering without knowing where to go, monsters and monsters have no desire to pursue anything."
At that time, Zhao Gao gave him the ancient famous sword Demon, and he became the youngest deadly stinger in the net.
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"Uh... Shui Han..."
The fragile voice was like walking on thin ice, as if with just a little force, the voice would break into pieces. With a whoosh, blood spurted out of the mouth, soaking the spider web pattern.
The cold air traveled through the whole body unbridled, and the man in the hood shivered violently, as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice pool.
"You found the best time and then decisively launched a sneak attack. You are indeed the most difficult and insidious enemy."
;In the light mist, Gao Jianli's eyes were transparent and cold.
"That's right." The blindfolded old man cut off the water and snatched the beard and said: "No matter how sophisticated the sneak attack is, there are still some incompetence. When the flaw is revealed, Gao Jianli plays the qin, Nie'er leaves the flaw, Luo Sheng launches a fatal attack, and the echoing sound of the qin stops.
, now that I think about it, it seems like it was intentional... It was hidden from the beginning, is this your fighting method?"
Gai Nie frowned, and the faint sound of the sword was as dark as the color of his eyes.
"Each of the six people in Luo Wang is a swordsman who once dominated the world, and they are also the masters of six famous swords passed down from generation to generation. Each of them has a fatal killing expertise. If we confront Luo Wang from the beginning, there is absolutely no possibility of us retreating.
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The hooded man clutched his chest tightly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Don't make people laugh out loud. Although the net was severely damaged, even if the combined strength of the six people cannot be used, do you think you can escape?"
At this time, a red light from the west soared into the sky, attracting everyone's attention. Ge Nie and Gao Jianli looked at each other and naturally understood the message conveyed.
''I've always had a question in my mind?'' Gai Nie said.
''Oh?'' The blindfolded old man listened attentively.
''If Luo Wen had joined forces to attack from the beginning, the battle would have become overwhelming. Luo Wen's organization is famous for six people performing sword formations together, but why would they send out monsters alone to use their own shortcomings to defeat the enemy's strengths?"
"Because, no matter how powerful the snare organization is, it still needs ever-expanding power." The sound of the broken water was clear and waveless, like a cool breeze in the cold winter.
"That boy..." Gai Nie suddenly frowned and looked at the ashes on the broken wall in shock.
The gloomy Shura Qi was powerfully aroused. It cannot be viewed at the limit of human beings. What on earth did they do to him?
The sharp black armor began to tickle rhythmically again, and in those bottomless eyes, it seemed as if there were hidden traces of the ups and downs.
The giant dragon soaring in the sky, its head and tail are not yet visible, but its scales and half of its claws are exposed. It makes people fascinated, but also makes people even more frightened.