The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

Thick dark clouds hissed and roared, thunder and lightning pierced the sky, and under the shadow of waving knives, the neat houses burst into countless pieces, and they had already turned into ruins, with wreckage of rubble everywhere.

"Strange, why didn't Fusangshenmo in the Dark Emperor Honmaru not move?"

The commentary who broke through the lower limit was refreshed when he saw this weird code name of the god judge, and seemed to have awakened something strange. He would never bite his tongue again, and the commentary kept breaking Thinking, "They are just changing their formations constantly, but their short knives have not sent out reconnaissance. What kind of tactics is this? Now that the medicine research on the opposite side has returned without success, his expression looks a little bit Painful! Probably blinded by the opponent! So will they take action now?"

And the camera cut to the Guangzhou command room again. This frequent switching made the director sweat profusely. The unprecedented work intensity made him full of resentment and curiosity about this R6666 Honmaru.

"Will the Dark Emperor have any instructions?"

The commentator is getting more and more excited, his face is flushed, he feels that if he is not at the scene of the practice field, he will probably feel that he is a reporter who broadcasts the news situation to the people at the scene of the super villain destroying the world. This kind of excitement is something he has never Never experienced before!

The staff next to him tried their best to press the shoulders of the bewitched man who jumped on the chair and waved his arms to the chair. He looked outside worriedly, wanting to leave this ghost place in disgust.

"...The Dark Emperor faced the microphone, buried his head deeply on his left shoulder, raised his left palm to his head, and moved his right hand to the upper right in the same direction," the commentator murmured, with doubts in his tone, "This The posture is very swag, is there any deep meaning?"

But this is just a command communicator!It can't transmit images, and his sword can't see his movements!The audience couldn't help complaining about this commentary in their hearts.

"He spoke! What will he say?!"

The audience waited with bated breath.

"UP!" Accompanied by this very untimely hip-pop movement, the lips of the black-haired judge twitched, and a faint password was accurately and quickly transmitted from one end of the communicator to the other end along the invisible signal in the air.

Fu Sangshen who heard the order on the screen glanced at each other, and the mechanical bird on Yingwan's shoulder flapped Yugang's wings and flew out in one direction at the same time. The remaining six Fusangshen held hands and were led by Tsurumaru They soared into the sky in an instant, like a flock of wild geese taking off, forming a herringbone pattern, unhurriedly following behind the mechanical bird that seemed to be looking for something.

Under the shocked eyes of the audience, a group of people followed the mechanical bird and flew precisely over the heads of Himeko Honmaru who were still vigilantly moving slowly over the heads of Fusangshen.

But those fusangshen didn't notice it, just like piglets waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

The commentator outside opened his mouth wide and could no longer speak.

If someone stuffed a peach into his mouth now, he might not even feel it.

This is actually a locator, unheard of!

The battle in the screen was still going on, and Fu Sangshen descended silently, like a ghost in the dark, slowly projecting his dark killing shadow onto the unprepared victim.

The audience outside fell silent, probably numb from this very unscientific scene.

Due to the distance, the shocked audience outside couldn't see the stiffness of these straight figures who looked like black warriors, as well as how much surprise and panic were carried in their eyes.

When he landed, Tsurumaru couldn't help but shake his hand, because he was pinched tightly by the Kikko Sadamune just now.

Immediately afterwards, his momentum rose infinitely, this was the surprise attack he had been looking forward to for so many years! !

Then there was a one-sided beating, which made those who heard it cry and those who heard it were sad.

"..." Ji Zi stared blankly at the screen.

What Jizi was looking forward to - the chance to stand up and speak out about the conspiracy of the dark forces did not exist at all. All the shots of them were being beaten by the other side, or on the way to being beaten by the other side.

Twenty minutes later, after Fu Sangshen came out of the portal waving his hands with a proud expression on his face, he had already run to the command room to take out their juvenile judge, the audience outside the practice field froze. The body puts back the eyeball that fell out of its socket.

When their opponent came out, it was a completely bad expression.

The black-haired judge who has reached the middle school of the upper kingdom obviously does not have the weird self-esteem of other teenagers of the same age. He will struggle to jump off to show his maturity when he is picked up by an adult. In the crook of his arms, it seems that the king is sitting on his golden antler throne.

But this crushing battle still opened the eyes of the audience, and they all turned their strange eyes to the mediocre swordsmen in their own eyes, and these fusangshen shrugged their shoulders under the eyes of them, and roared in their hearts : "Don't look at it, it's obvious that those Fusangshen are the weird ones, and we are the normal state, okay?"

Amid the uproar, more than a dozen current affairs staff poured out of the portal, their expressions tense, like a colony of ants coming out of a nest.

Half an hour ago, the operator who received Jizi's call recalled all of her description, and suddenly cold sweat broke out on his back, and he had an idea.

"Do you think it is possible that the Fusangshen that the person who reported the crime said just now wants to destroy this place is the original spirit of the sword that we mobilized people to look for?"

He said to the colleague next to him, and then slowly imitated Fu Sangshen's appearance in his mind like a master profiler, "Black hair and black eyes, weird behavior, possessing unusual power, being sensed by others The received spiritual power belonged to Fu Sangshen, but it was not recognized by the interrogator, combined with the recent accounts of those who have seen this sword that may have been handed down to the East."

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "It is very likely that this is the one!"

So now there is the scene where the current political elites surrounded the practice field, and the still noisy judges and swordsmen stayed in their positions silently when they saw such a battle.

Then they started whispering again, whispering, "What's going on?"

"I've never seen such an exaggerated dispatch by Shizheng. Could it be that the fallen Fu Sangshen has emerged?"

The leader was a kind-faced middle-aged man, with a neat neckline and silver cuffs showing that he was of a higher status than the others. He looked around and saw a group of people who were fully armed and strangely shaped, with the corners of their mouths holding back I couldn't help twitching: "..."

No wonder the person who made the report faltered and hawed, you'll know what he's talking about as soon as you come.

He didn't notice that Guangzhou was carried out by Fu Sangshen from the God Inspector's command room.

After recognizing the protagonist, he slowly walked up to the black-haired boy with doubts on his face, gently stretched out his hand towards Guangzhou, looked at the boy who was the same height as him because he was held in his arms, and said: "Hello, first Let me introduce myself, I am a staff member from the Government of Time, and my code name is Fujita."

Yingmaru, who was hugging the large mascot, saw that her judge turned her head to the side in displeasure, with slanted black cat eyes, looking like a lazy and noble Persian cat contemptuous of stupid humans, and said: "My Highness talent--"

The emerald green pupils shrank, and Yingmaru quickly jumped out to prevent the tragedy from happening, "May I ask what you want?"

I always feel that the young man is about to blurt out something similar to "report if there is something to do, and leave the court if there is nothing to do".

The man code-named Fujita smiled with a good temper. He calmly explained the reason for Shizheng's arrival, but he didn't cast the slightest glance at Umaru, still staring directly at Mitsuhiro who didn't want to look at him, "I know you are Awataguchi The spirit of the sword that has been passed down by the family for a long time, can you be invited to our headquarters of the government of time? We will definitely entertain you well, and of course your companions of Fusangshin."

Now, the always gentle Ying Wan put away her smile, he didn't know how the lord managed to deceive everyone.

However, this Fujita said this matter directly in the public, I am afraid that the person who came was not kind, and his intention did not seem to be simply to ask the lord to chat.

The people behind him seemed unprepared, but in fact they had their hands on the handles of their waists. There might be a large number of fusangshen waiting for the order to fight behind each portal leading here.

He frowned. This guy is not simple. In fact, he should directly use the pressure of public opinion to force his own judge to go to the current affairs.

Tsurumaru noticed the worried eyes of his colleagues, and said with a smile, "Did you forget that he is our God Judge? My lord is not a sword."

Tsurumaru, who spoke with a smile, glanced at his own judge, and suddenly found that the aura of the young man was fluctuating, and suddenly it was the same as when he played the sword before.

Tsurumaru: "..."

"Although I don't know what method he used to do it, but as long as he transfers his spiritual power back, this matter will be resolved soon." Guijia Zhenzong interjected.

Wuhu Tui finally recovered from the excitement of using his pair of tiger claws to defeat a hundred on the battlefield. His little face was flushed, and he couldn't help but speak when he heard the conversation of the adults next to him. The little milk's voice was full of admiration and trust for the lord: "Yes, what if the judge deliberately doesn't return it?"

"..." Fu Sangshen, who suddenly aged several decades, deeply supported their foreheads.

It seems very possible! !

Guangzhou, who was watched expectantly by them, obviously also felt the threat hidden under his kind face. He seemed to be able to see the dark tide surging under those brown eyes, trying to cover up the greed and scorn.

In fact, this task has already been reported to the high-level government of the time. Due to the ambiguity of the information, the god judges who reported the information insisted on their own opinions. They have not caught this "sword spirit" for a long time, which is unknown in Guangzhou. The amount of pay and compensation to bring him back has been getting higher and higher.

It also means that if he can capture this sword back, his future will be smooth, he will be promoted and rich, and he will have no worries about food and clothing.

After all, the appearance of a high-performance fusangshen will bring huge benefits to the government of the time, and it is like a treasure.

Sure enough, Guangzhou did not admit his human identity, and let the greedy eyes on the other side sweep around his waist, as if he wanted to find its own sword.

"Although I don't know what method you used to sneak in here, and you disguised yourself as a normal sword, you may not have seen the regulations on the contract signed by your judge. This kind of behavior of covering you is actually called It's a breach of contract." Seeing Mitsuu's unmoved look, Fujita was directly offended by his kind expression, tearing away his hypocritical face.

"So, I think I have the right to take you back from your god judge Honmaru, and you must return to the Government of Time with us."

Fujita expected that the judge would not hand over his contract to Fusangshen, so he began to fabricate it at will.

"You have to know that if you dare to resist, it may bring disaster to your lord."

The government personnel behind Fujita stared blankly at their chief. What's going on?

Guangzhou never thought that his undercover act would cause such consequences.He tried his best to hold back his excitement, and couldn't help but start to look at the little monster in front of him with a contemptuous look of "there are such stupid people in the world".

"Moreover, we have also received reports from other interrogators. They have solid evidence to prove that they heard the dirty dark plan that you said word by word."

"..."

When the swords behind heard this, they probably knew what the plan of filthy destruction he was talking about meant.Suddenly they had a feeling of desperately holding back their laughter.

Probably some kind of secret joy of "someone really believed it", "everyone is a lost person", "someone is really stupid than me".

Now that the face has been torn apart, there is no need to hide it.With a wave of Fujita's hand, the portal flooded in again, with an unknown number of people.

Looking at the mighty and crowded enemy army, the black-haired boy suddenly fell into deep thought.When he came to this place this time, he didn't actually bring many weapons with him. All the things he made were self-sufficient, using local materials. Many weapons that could wipe out this bunch of rude humans were not here.

Guangzhou suddenly missed the pink-haired monster at home, wondering if he could hear his call, the cannon he made at home teleported over.

Guangzhou directly gave up the idea of ​​revealing his identity, and was even a little eager to try, maybe he could fight a hundred with one, or a thousand with one?

The black-haired boy looked at the six weak-looking attendants behind him, and then turned his head to look at the dark army on the opposite side. "What kind of battle plan should we make now?" He ignored the little monster Fujita who was clamoring in front of him, and stroked the non-existent beard on his chin with his hand.

Otherwise, use the old method!

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