End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Boy, don't hide, I don't have time to accompany your ink marks, come out and lead to death!"

Hei Lian pressed towards the wall, holding the dagger tightly in his right hand, trying to provoke Russell with words, so that he would show up.

Suddenly, a feeling of chilling heart palpitations hit, the black face subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes fixed on the corner of the wall in front of him, he held his breath, and did not dare to take a breath.

What's going on, what happened behind the wall, this breath... is it an illusion?

Heimian's throat was dry, but he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, for fear that he would die on the spot if he didn't pay attention.

Just now, he suddenly noticed an extremely powerful sword rising from behind the wall. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and in a trance, there seemed to be an invisible sword energy rushing straight into the sky.

No, not hallucinations!

The black face glanced at the top of the head, and suddenly the eyelids twitched, and the cloud covering the moon was really cut. The straight cut marks of the broken clouds are like a pair of big hands measuring with a ruler and then cutting with a paper knife.

The moonlight is like water, and it seems to be flowing silver, spreading little by little on the ground in front of Heimian, making his heart feel cold.

"Who... pretends to be a ghost, come out quickly!"

Cold sweat instantly drenched his back, and the black face told himself secretly that behind the wall was a jerk off, at most he could do some knife skills, it was impossible to have such aura, the vision in the sky was just a scary trick.

That's right, that's it, it doesn't scare me!

Slap! Slap!

The sound of imperceptible footsteps sounded like thunder in the ears of the fully alert Heimian, and he hastily looked intently.

The figure stepped out of the shadows, and as the moonlight slowly diffused, a white ancient costume revealed the whole picture from bottom to top. The man stood with his hands behind his back, holding a straight knife in his right hand. Although he couldn't get a glimpse of his true face, his black face had already given him a handsome image.

"You... who are you?"

"Ximen Chuuxue!"

Hei Lian's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard the words, his heart trembled in fright, and he subconsciously chose to believe it, but three seconds later, his face suddenly changed.

Suddenly blue and then white, the colors flashed one by one, and finally the whole face turned into a liver color,

With a thick neck, he choked out three words: "You fart!"

"The madman is rude!"

Russell held a straight knife and walked out of the shadows into the moonlight, wrapped in silver, and paired with a white dress, he felt extremely good about himself.

Originally, he wanted to use Takao Slash to give Heimian a fatal blow, but the system told him that he couldn't use it, and said that it was possible to replace it with the escaped fat man.

Russell scoffed at this. It wasn't that he discriminated against fat people. When that guy used Fengshen legs, the two pieces of fat on his chest flew up and down and crackled. What qualifications did he have to perform dreamlike jumps and chops?

Russell felt that he had been discriminated against, so he used Ximen Chuuxue's character card in a rage, and covered his skin along the way.

A sword comes to the west, and the flowers and snow blow!

The sword god's smile can move the faces of immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods!

This has to cover the skin!

Looking at the white clothes on his body, Russell was puffing himself up, but he still didn't show the slightest smile on his face. Shengshi Meiyan couldn't smile lightly, and smiled forcefully.

"Fart! You are not Ximen Chuuxue, how could the Sword God be bald..."

"Noisy!"

Russell let out a low cry, and deflected the straight knife in his hand, reflecting a touch of moonlight.

The voice of the black face stopped abruptly, the bloodstain on the neck was revealed, a human head rolled to the ground, and the body was still standing on the spot.

"So strong, is this the Sword God..."

Russell closed his eyes and realized that he was equipped with Ximen Fuxue from the top of the Forbidden City, and his kendo had entered the realm of no sword. Not to mention that he is holding a straight knife in his hand, even if it is empty, he is still a sword god that no one can surpass.

Because Ximen Chuuxue's sword has been integrated with people, as long as people are around, everything in the world is a sword!

"It's not too late, I have to find someone to let me deepen my understanding of the realm of the sword god." Russell raised his eyes and looked forward. Ximen Chuuxue's sword can only kill people, and he realized that his kendo can only be sacrificed with blood.

Under the moonlight, Luo Su's figure suddenly faded away, and his movements were almost invisible. The surroundings were calm and calm, only the dark clouds in the sky were torn apart little by little.

...

In front of the warehouse, after a row of individual soldiers were baptized by cloud bombs, the scene was already a mess.

Not to mention that most of the warehouse collapsed, the surrounding houses were also devastated, the smoke filled the air, and groans could be heard from time to time.

The reincarnated people who survived the near death greedily breathed the thin air, and were plotted against by Fan Bo for a while. Fortunately, there were some wind ability among them, otherwise tonight would end in annihilation.

And Fan Bo, who caused the explosion, was paralyzed on the ground with his whole body stiff at this moment, his whole body was frozen by liquid nitrogen, completely turning into a popsicle.

"You bastard is quite capable, why can't you do it now?" A despondent reincarnator stomped heavily on Fan Bo's waist and kicked the ice cube in half.

"Okay, don't waste your energy, he's already dead." Among the reincarnators, a thin man covered his left eye, feeling terrified.

"Captain, he is a liquid metal robot, and it will recover when the temperature rises..."

"It's useless. He has passed the monthly reading twice in one day, and his mental strength has collapsed. He is dead." The thin man is the owner of the Kaleidoscope Sharingan and the captain of one of the teams.

The captain of the other team, that is, the wind element ability user, has assembled his team members at this moment.

The two groups of people were clearly separated, and they were on guard against each other, and the atmosphere suddenly froze. The reason is very simple. The two sides are already at odds with each other, and it is not easy for the cooperation agreement reached verbally to persist until now.

The thin man sneered coldly: "Fenglong, what is this for? The enemy's remnants have not been cleaned up and they are going to turn their faces?"

The wind-type ability user named Fenglong licked the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry about the remaining evils, I have already sent someone to clean them up, and the time is almost up."

The thin man's expression darkened when he heard the words: "Fenglong, we have agreed before that whoever contributes the most will get the most heads. You are not moral!"

"I did it out of helplessness, who made you famous!"

"Hmph, each other!" The skinny man showed the three-pointed jade in his pupils, glanced around and no one dared to look at him, and said arrogantly: "Fenglong, the decisive battle is about to start now?"

"Stop putting on airs, I used the kaleidoscope twice in one day, I don't believe you dare to open your eyes again!"

After Fenglong's voice fell, the skinny man's face became more gloomy: "You can give it a try, my real hole card hasn't been revealed yet!"

"Who isn't!"

The two captains clashed verbally, and the team members were also at war, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and everyone looked suspiciously, only to see that the dark clouds had been cut neatly, as if cut by a sharp knife.

"who?"

Fenglong and the skinny man were the first to react, and shouted at the ruins of the warehouse.

Suddenly, a sudden figure appeared above the ruins, dressed in white with a straight sword, chilling, and sword aura soaring to the sky.

"The sword, the ancient sacred product, is the most noble and noble, and is revered by humans and gods!"

"The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers and the ancestor of short soldiers!"

"The princes and emperors of all dynasties, literati and knights, merchants and ordinary people, all take pride in holding it. However..."

"Sword, lethal weapon!"

Russell stood with a knife in his hand, seeing the stunned people below, he once again praised Ximen Chuuxue's character card, which is worthy of being a divine sword.

Fenglong's face was full of black lines, pointing at Russell and cursing: "Crazy! Who are you?"

Russell raised the straight knife, tapped the blade lightly with his fingertips, and said coldly: "Sword God, Ximen Chuuxue!"

"puff!"

One of the reincarnations couldn't hold back, and sprayed it out directly, and the rest of the people couldn't help but laugh too happily.

"Uncle, before you say you are a sword god, please look in the mirror first!"

"That's right, don't pretend to be a hero in the Mediterranean Sea."

"MD, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die laughing!"

Hearing all kinds of complaints from the crowd, Russell was a little dumbfounded. The breeze blew by and made his scalp feel cold, and he subconsciously looked at the straight knife.

This looks bad for the whole person.

On the blade as fast as a mirror, there appeared a swordsman in white with a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes. This is not the key point. The key point is that Ximen Fuxue in the mirror is wearing a hairstyle that is difficult for all parties to support.

It is true that the long hair is fluttering, but what the hell is it that only the four sides are black and straight, and the middle is bald?

It's okay to be bald, and I combed the long hair on both sides to the middle. When the wind blows, it will fly all over the sky, making my eyes extremely hot...

Russell: "..."

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