non-plastic epic

Chapter 173 Three-Color Chopping Board
Xiang Dongliu felt that a certain saying was true. "It's not that the 'enemies' don't gather together." I didn't expect to meet other than myself in such a narrow hiding space, only one-third of another city of giant stones.

There are quite a few ruins that have collapsed, why is there another person squeezed here alone.Why didn't I notice it earlier.

Although he cursed in his heart, Xiang Dongliu frowned tightly and his round eyes showed no intention of flinching.

"Hmph, come on!!"

Xiang Dongliu roared in his heart, like a catfish that could not stop rolling in the mud, he turned around in an instant with all the strength of his whole body.

The bodies lying on their backs fell one by one, turned into prone on the ground, and then rushed towards the figure more than ten meters away.

When Xiang Dongliu spotted Luo Sheng for the first time, he noticed the man's eyes under the mask.In addition to the same awe-inspiring murderous aura, there is also a rhythm that is eager to try.Presumably, he was also planning to kill himself and get rid of him quickly.

It's a battle anyway, it's better to strike first! !

After turning around, Xiang Dongliu used his hands and feet at the same time to cross a distance of three feet.At the same time, he also threw away the stones he grabbed when he stood up.

It is not expected to hit the opponent, but the moment the stone is thrown, the opponent must find a way to block it.In order to distract their attention and prevent the opponent's momentum from accumulating for too long, it will be detrimental to yourself.

Because Xiang Dongliu knew that although he was the first to "move", but because of the constant distance between the two, the person who moved first had lost the opportunity.As a latecomer, you really have the upper hand.

"Ping-pong!" The stone knocked against the blade of Luo Sheng's arm, making two crackling sounds.Immediately afterwards, Luo Sheng, who moved his arm slightly twice, also rushed forward, and his arm with a slender arm blade shook back slightly, using the three tendon links in the back, shoulder, and arm to store energy.As long as a suitable opportunity is found, the arm blade without light in the darkness will inevitably tear everything in front of it in half.

"Bang!" The next moment, the two of them collided hard.

Xiang Dongliu took advantage of this not-short-distance charge and mixed it with impressive strength. Although Luo Sheng, who was standing still, was instantly staggered by Xiang Dongliu, his right arm, which had been prepared for a long time, moved towards The possible direction of Xiang Dongliu's appearance was predicted, and he made a quick, steady, accurate, and ruthless slash.

"Puff~" Although Xiang Dongliu hurriedly dodged when he saw this, he still knew that his collarbone had been cut from left to right based on his keen sense.

For the time being, I can't feel the warmth and humidity of the blood flow.But when they met, they suffered a dark loss.Xiang Dongliu's heart surged with more ruthlessness.

However, this existing scene is what Xiang Dongliu is happy to see, in such a close combat situation.The slender two-foot arm blade can't play a big role, but his two fists that move at will can make the opponent look better!

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The eighteen-painted student looked at the unfamiliar scene around him, carefully sizing it up like a naughty rat stealing food. "I didn't expect to run too fast. It seemed that I just blinked a few times. I ran to a very strange place. Well, but... it seems quite safe. No one else is higher than me something appears."

"But... it looks a bit dirty~" Shibahua student sighed when he saw the scene in front of him after crossing a corner.

In front of me is a small courtyard surrounded by stones, and in the middle of the small courtyard is a huge...a huge chopping board? !

That's right, it's the chopping board. If you ignore the dark green precipitation traces on it, people who don't know it will definitely think it's a huge tree stump on the root of the tree.

The eighteen-painted student sighed slightly, no matter how he saw such a scene, he couldn't feel better.After a little thought, I knew that these dark green traces were actually the color of the blood of the gnats.Accumulated over time, year after year, it was deposited on the "cutting board" in the middle.It has completely integrated with that thing.

The emerald green blood color of the scorpion gradually turned black after the fall of its master.

Only then did the three colors of dark green, green, and the primary colors of the trees infected by the huge "cutting board" be mixed together.In addition, there is a looming lingering smell in the air, which makes you want to vomit.

The entire small courtyard, including the "three-color chopping board" in the middle, looked extremely ugly in the eyes of the Eighteenth Painter. With just a slight guess, he clearly understood that this was the final destination of the Earthflies in the entire City of Stone.

"Unexpectedly, I ran too fast and came here by accident." The eighteenth-painted student said silently in his heart.Inadvertently, the speed was too fast, and in a panic, he ran to the place where the scorpion's life ended.

If he had a choice, he would rather change the direction, anywhere...
The eighteenth-painting student paced slowly for half a circle in this small courtyard.

If the guess is correct, there should be a pit made of stones after the small courtyard goes out.

The pit pool is used for the place where the "beaten out" scorpion people landed every time they sacrificed. Together with this courtyard, it is also the place where the scorpion people's heads are harvested one by one.

Because this place is far away from the altar, and the altar is far away from the city of megaliths, it is not in the range of the explosion. However, it is rare for the [-]th student to see this place and a rare desire to destroy arises.

"Hey, if this place is blown up along with the city of megaliths, and I happen to be not too far or near here, I can add another sketch to the prefaces that were just completed not long ago."

As a painter, in addition to the beautiful things that can be recorded in his own pen, the "ugly" things also have meaning...

The Eighteenth Painter tried his best to exclude the influence of the stumps and broken bodies that were printed in his eyes.As he walked step by step in one direction from the wall made of huge stones in the courtyard, certain images entered his mind unstoppably.

The merciless decapitated gnats, the black spar with fresh blood, and the stone mortars where the heads and bodies were sorted.

What's more, those executioners who are selected as more cold-blooded will slaughter their own clansmen again, and use axes in different ways to perform various "paintings" on their clansmen...

Everything, all the traces seem to be traced back in the eyes of Shibahua students. Wherever the eyes see, they will slowly replay the previous or earlier pictures according to the existing traces.

The black water presses down on the city to destroy it, and I cry to Tiantian with tears.

There are thousands of bones and dry corners, and thousands of limbs are dried up with blood and ashes.

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