The Beauty of Light on Earth

Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked at the village that seemed to have broken the rules and no longer looked like the image of a dignified and honest elder. Lucian couldn't help but sneered: "The elder of Kunlun is just a wretch who is greedy for life and afraid of death." m on the mobile phone. .”

"You!" Hearing Lucian's deeply malicious ridicule, Murakami suddenly put away his murderous intent and said with a strange smile on his face: "So you are a pure person."

"What did you learn in Kunlun? You don't even have any eyesight. You are so self-righteous...Forget it, I am very tolerant of people who are about to die." In response to the village's lack of imagination, Lucien responded with a deep smile. After the voice finished speaking, Wuwei took two steps forward and almost touched the tip of Murura's knife.

However, Cun, whose real name had been exposed, suddenly sheathed his sword, turned around and walked out of the house, as if he had seen through Lucian's true identity. Perhaps Cun would be afraid of Alexandra, who was nervous as a thumb, but he would never Will be afraid of the Innocence Society as Kunlun's lackey, but in time the immortal Iron Fist has appeared. Failure has always been the destiny of the Innocence Society for hundreds of years.

"I am also very tolerant towards people from my hometown. It has been a long time since anyone from my hometown has been able to come up to me. My child... I was indeed a little nervous just now. Come with me, I will let you see the results of my practice in Kunlun."

Seeing that the village seemed to have recognized his identity as the Innocence Society, Lucien did not point it out, nor did he blame the village association for misunderstanding. After all, being a man in two lives was Lucien's biggest secret. Apart from Kunlun, other than the Innocence Society, there were other people who knew these secrets. What's the matter? I followed the village and walked on the corridor. The sky in the distance was already red.

Arriving at a room with tatami mats full of swords, Murakami turned around and asked, "In yesterday's martial arts performance, the Nishimura family's girl said that you are a very good swordsman. Come on, let me see the martial arts taught by Gunsou."

"This..." Looking at the room full of swords, Lucien felt that many of them looked very familiar. Some of them had even been seen in chemical brochures at the airport when he first arrived in Japan.

"Consider it a small hobby." Looking at Lucien, who had already itched his hands and pulled out a sharp blade to examine it carefully, Cun asked arrogantly, "As a Kunlun warrior, a peaceful heart is the foundation of spiritual practice, but young people Man, your heart is filled with anger.”

Hearing the village's elder tone again, Lucian turned his head and stared for a while before sneering and asking: "How many cities have you destroyed for eternal life?"

"How many? Are you asking about Aleppo 800 years ago? Or the Aztecs 500 years ago. I don't remember much from that long ago, but there are many more in the past 100 years. I have participated in only one San Francisco in 70, Longxi in [-], Tangshan in [-]... You may not know that there are countless dragon bones buried in the land of that mysterious country guarded by unknown forces... [-] years ago I I had a chance, but Alexandra tried her best to stop me. Others are like hyenas following the tiger to eat carrion! Can you feel the unwillingness, now! She has tricked you into doing the same thing! !”

With increasingly angry words, Murakami suddenly pulled out a long knife beside him and attacked Lucian with broken steps.

The blood is wanton!

A deeply visible scar extended from Lucian's left shoulder to the outside of his right thigh. Splattered blood spread all over the floor. Lucian looked in disbelief at the short, skinny old man in front of him, kneeling on his knees, his mouth filled with blood. The hand holding the long blade fell weakly to his side.

The process of Murasuke slashing at Lucien with his knife was still vivid in his mind. However, when Lucien's body instinct began to fight back, Murate's knife had already hit Lucien's body. He actually disrupted the flow of time around him and deceived Lucien's perception!What an astonishing blow!

Not to mention that Murura, who has no magic fluctuations, can actually break through Lucian's defensive magic with an ordinary Japanese sword. How angry!anger!He actually understood anger!

The real world of Azeroth is not like what Lucian experienced in his previous game. The twelve major classes in Azeroth are all synonymous with elites!

The rarest among these professions is not the demon hunter who will die forever; it is not the shaman who wishes Mother Earth to protect you; it is not the priest paladin who has opened his heart to the holy light and the death knight who oppresses all living beings, but the warrior. !He is a warrior who understands anger!He is a warrior who can injure Sargeras, the strongest dark titan in the physical universe, with his mortal body!

They do not have the talent to understand the elements of magical communication, but they all have a fearless heart, and their perseverance has tempered their noble souls. As the most mysterious and unpredictable element, the power from the depths of their souls makes them Don't be afraid of the unpredictable arcana, the chaotic evil energy, the dead and decaying undead, the vibrant nature, the shadow that erodes all things, and the holy light that shines on the world.

A brave man charges forward without hesitation, so no one in the world can compete with him, but his body can become a saint!Called the Sword Master!

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"Haha...ahem!" Lucian, who was already certain to die in the eyes of the village, laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Touching the realm of time, which is also the threshold of what earth scientists call the fourth dimension, understanding the anger and having the strength of a sword master, putting aside his position, Lucian really wants to applaud the village loudly, as an earthling can reach such a height on his own, It is enough to become a great master and establish a sect.

"Do the other defected elders of the Hand have such strength as you?" Regardless of the blood still flowing through his body, Lucien asked with difficulty as he looked at Murura, who had a new blade in his hand.

"You are still concerned about these things at this time. You are just like the people in your hometown. You are just a pawn of the Innocence Society. Do you really think that Gunsou will take you back to Kunlun after completing the mission?" The village thought when faced with doubts. He continued, "You can actually survive the Ichi-no-tachi, haha, my higher self doesn't know, but other people will definitely not feel how you feel now, because they are already dead when I cut half of it, haha!!"

Murakami laughed proudly, and his arrogant character was fully revealed. After all, as Kunlun traitors, being restrained and low-key is the way they should behave. However, Murakami became a local emperor in Japan on behalf of Taojiang, and lived a life of arrogance and luxury that was praised by others.

"Be careful with your heart, and you will survive with your sword... Are you the disciple of the legendary Tsukahara Buden?"

Hearing Lucian's words, Murama suddenly became alert. He narrowed his eyes and seemed to have doubts about Lucian's identity. "Who are you? I have only mentioned this to him..."

"Haha~ Do you think Kunlun is an absolute secret? I know more than you imagine, but you do have the strength to be conceited... and it's a pity that villains usually die from talking too much..."

Before Lucian finished speaking, Murakami directly took the knife and stabbed Lucian in the face. This time Lucian did not make the same mistake as before. After all, Lucian also had experience fighting the Juggernaut in Azeroth. The moment he was about to be stabbed, Lucian turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Cun, who finally realized that he had been tricked, held the knife in both hands and moved left and right with his knees bent, expressionless, and became cautious.

"It's been a long time since two hands have fought together. Are you ready to die? Yuan Xin, the art of darkness!" Lucien's voice echoed in the room. After finishing his words, darkness swallowed everything in an instant, and the whole room suddenly fell into darkness. A shadowless, soundless, tasteless and odorless realm.

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In this darkness, a little light occasionally flashes and disappears in an instant. Village understands the anger that can split all elemental magic, so Lucian no longer has any reservations about this battle. Shadow and holy light alternately attack Village. Attack.

Even if he has the mental ability to fight without losing his five senses, the darkness filled with shadows is not just as simple as losing his five senses. The village is unable to guard against Lucian's various weird attack methods, and various curses and small spells are used in the darkness. Constantly draining the village's physical strength, after all, the priest and a warrior who was full of anger at the beginning were just looking for death.

It’s not that Cun didn’t want to leave the range shrouded in darkness, but without the interference of the mage, Lucian could attack with all his strength while maintaining the operation of the spell. He adjusted the range of the spell according to Cun’s movement, which also benefited from Cun’s understanding of anger. It was obviously a method he had explored on his own, unlike Azeroth where the sword masters had previous experience and methods for reference and learning. In order to resist Lucian's spells, he used his anger without restraint, which made the village gradually feel exhausted and his movements began to slow down. stand up.

Finally seizing the opportunity, the Holy Hammer, which was fused with the corrosive nature of the shadow, hit Murasana's right calf three times. With his superb steps, Murasana moved to dodge for a moment, followed by a sharp shadow arrow mixed with holy light. A mouthful of old blood spurted out from Ming's chest, and Cun fell to his knees. His pajamas were torn to pieces by the overflowing light, revealing Cun's scarred, tight muscles, which looked nothing like an old man with silver hair.

The darkness gradually converged towards a starting point. After a while, Cun saw the mysterious young man who had returned to normal, but his damaged windbreaker showed the power of Cun's knife just now.

"Who are you? The son of the Crane Mother..." As a villager who has lived for at least 800 years, this is the first time in his long life that he has met such a powerful person. In his cognition, there is only Kunlun, his hometown that he loves and hates. And where such terrifying characters could be cultivated.

There are no gorgeous moves, only the simplest and most efficient killing moves that hit the vital point. The sense of crisis contained in it even exceeds that of the Iron Fist in the past!There is only the powerful Crane Mother Warriors in Kunlun. It is said that Crane Zi, who has not been seen for thousands of years, has such power, or could he be the descendant of the ancestral dragon...

"Haha, in your eyes, no organization other than Kunlun Earth can kill you. Haven't you heard of the ancient master of Kama Taj?" The shadow energy gathered into a ball in his hand gradually transformed into holy light. Integrating into Lucien's body, as if he lit an after-dinner cigarette, Lucien took a deep breath and sighed: "Since returning to Earth, it was only your Ichitachi sword that made me feel the flow of life. .”

It turns out that it is not Murura who can disrupt the flow of time by breaking through dimensions, but his secret skill? Ichi no Tai Sword. Muraka is only at the point where he knows it but does not know why. Lucian is still a little disappointed about this. He originally wanted to steal his master's skill. The plan also failed.

"Return to Earth? You...you..." Excited Village spat out a mouthful of black blood, his internal organs suddenly twitched, and Lucian's spell had penetrated into his bones.

"Are you enlightened? The secret realm of the universe is not only Kunlun. Arrogance has confused your eyes. Have you found that since you have understood anger, it is difficult to get closer to strength? Oh, by the way, maybe you don't even know what anger is. It's a waste of nature. "While speaking, Lucian was exuding dazzling holy light energy. Looking at Murun who was trembling with blood and unable to speak, Lucian said coldly and sarcastically: "Now is the time to put an end to the sins you committed 70 years ago. Don't think about it anymore. With resurrection, your Hand is over...Long Sheng——!!"

As Lucian shouted, a five-clawed golden dragon with golden scales rose into the sky. Lucian unlocked all the magic circuits in his body and let the endless holy light pour out freely. He transformed into a dragon and rode on the clouds, reflecting in the sky. Under the morning light, countless Tokyo citizens witnessed this scene.

"fall--!!"

After the last syllable of Lucien's words, the golden dragon transformed by the endless holy light turned around and hit the village kneeling on the grass in the courtyard like a meteorite. Suddenly, the ground in Tokyo shook, and a loud noise shook the city. Mushroom clouds mixed with golden light rose from the sky, but Tokyo seemed to reappear that afternoon in Nagasaki many years ago. This apocalyptic scene became a nightmare for a generation of Japanese people and cannot be forgotten.

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