Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

He didn't use the imperial word again, he just raised his hand lightly, and the two swords flew towards Edward one by one. At first Edward could still have a little smile on his face, but it soon stopped laughing. Obviously they are two swords controlled by one person, but they have completely different styles. One is open and closed, extremely domineering, while the other is like a cloud, waiting for an opportunity to bite. The two deep swords seem to still have spirits on them, and it is not just as simple as being manipulated.

There are moves, routines, and can even change moves according to his moves. From the angle of some moves, Edward was very sure that it was the blind spot of Luo Yunxi's sight, but the two small swords were not affected at all, as if two swordsmen with completely different styles were fighting Edward.

Edward's elegance, which he had maintained since the beginning of the war, finally disappeared completely. After only parrying one or two moves, he was chased by two small swords and fled. There is no time to organize such a large-scale summoning at the beginning. Even the door of light keeps appearing. But something would come out of it, probably because he didn't know it himself. And no matter what these things are, they will be instantly strangled by two swords.

It can't go on like this! Edward made such a judgment in an instant. The Holy Son, who had made up his mind, no longer had any hesitation. He watched the small sword behind him and smashed a golden trumpeter who had just appeared in the air into a piece of brilliance. He gritted his teeth and began to sing a long prayer. Come.

Xiaojian naturally wouldn't be satisfied just because he smashed a golden trumpeter, and found that Edward's speed had slowed down. It rose a lot at a time, and with a splendid wind, it slashed directly at him, and it was so powerful that it was about to open a mountain. But Edward had no intention of hiding!

Platinum robe! The moment his whole body of holy robe appeared as a sheet of shining pages, Xie Zhifei recognized the original body of the thing. It's not as good as Agrace's scroll that looks like an ocean, but countless papers also form a semi-circular rain cover behind him. Block the heavy sword. Even when the sword of the mountain hit the pages, more than two-thirds of the pages evaporated into ashes, and Edward himself spat out a mouthful of blood. But after all, that sword was blocked!

And a long spear that was not even inconspicuous appeared in his hand, like a double-edged spear made of thorns and iron wood, stained with golden red blood. Just looking at it has a kind of disgust and fear in its own heart. Piercing concept.

His spear was able to stab out before the next sword fell! He can win. Just as he was thinking about it, a small sword that was inconspicuous in the slightest had already drawn a mysterious arc before reaching his neck at some point. Before the next sword? Who said that Luo Yunxi's attack was a sword?

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"Senior brother, I'm sorry." Luo Yunxi still lost. Standing in front of Zhang Bingyi, he seemed to have just been fished out of the water, his face full of exhaustion and deeper guilt and apology.

"Do you know why you lost?" Zhang Bingyi didn't show any expression of disappointment or regret, and looked calmly at the second-to-last young boy in the audience who was almost a child. Feel his fear and unwillingness.

"I shouldn't follow his rhythm." Luo Yunxi nodded, "Since it's not my forte to think too much, I should attack with all my strength from the beginning. Or just drag it on and judge the strength of both sides before shooting. None Dirty Immortal Heart will not be shaken by that simple spell."

"You shouldn't let go of your advantage to fight against him in the middle of nowhere when you didn't attack at the beginning, trying to disrupt his rhythm, but unexpectedly entered his rhythm instead."

"Well, no matter when it is, comparing one's own weaknesses with others' strengths is a stupid act." Zhang Bing nodded. He reached out and touched the top of the little boy's head in front of him.

In fact, it is difficult for anyone to say that this child is not doing well enough. In the face of Edward's almost ruthless army, who can handle himself better than him? As for the last two swords, there is more Almost half the skill. In the end, if it weren't for the existence of the sheltering hymn, no matter how you look at it, this child should win.

But in many cases, it is not necessarily the strong who can win, and the so-called effort is more important than the result, which can only prove how regrettable and pity it is to fail. The result is not necessarily the most important, but when there are only two options in front of people, the difference between losing and winning is actually no different from words. It's about losing and winning.

The first seed was eliminated. When Edward and Luo Yunxi stood in the ring together, the elimination of the seeds was already on the bright side. But it was so shocking when it actually appeared. On the previous bright side, the Fool has an absolute strength advantage.

The number of seeds is the same as other organizations, but there are people who both Xie Zhifei and Ji Qinger have solved their opponents with one move. Coupled with Catherine's judgment, this should be the existence of two seed levels.

But no matter how strong a sr's data is, and how it is packaged in the phrase that it exists at the same level as ssr, it cannot hide that it is still inferior to ssr. The existence of the same level as the seed, two people? But now the real seed has been eliminated.

Compared to this one, the remaining three games were a bit dull. The last two seeds, Agrace and Nazarudinsha, did not face each other, and they appeared in the first round and eliminated another seed. But very different and very easy to solve their opponents.

In the final battle, a monk from the Vatican defeated the monks in the Temple of Vientiane. So far, the Destiny Arena has completed 15 games. At the moment when the last battle was over, the entire venue changed and they were showing one thing, that is, the end of the preliminary round.

Round of 16.

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Chapter ninety-one blood

Vision is almost the most unreliable of all human senses. Light is transmitted layer by layer through the pupil, iris, lens, and optic nerve, and finally becomes a neural signal that can be received and processed by the gray matter of the brain. It's hard to imagine how this almost simultaneous transformation and transfer of information is accomplished. Sophistication and sophistication are like magic and wonder.

But at the same time, because of its precision and sophistication, problems in every link may lead to its mistakes. Most of the artworks are not durable for this reason. At least when the ears and eyes make different judgments, the brain mostly regrets choosing to trust people's ears. But it is such a delicate and low fault tolerance thing that is responsible for 95% of human beings' acquisition of external information.

The changes in the entire arena are not big, but the bright and bright arena just now suddenly dimmed at the end of the last battle. Originally, the entire splendid and majestic building seemed to be made of white jade, as if it had experienced a long breath. Every brick body glowing with crystal light swallowed the King of Light that radiated outwards. There was only a faint blue light emitting from the gap between the remaining bricks.

In fact, most of the time people don't pay attention to the details of the surrounding environment, at least the 31 people who were here before obviously did not have such a habit. So after the brilliance dimmed, many people turned their heads to look at where they were staying. After looking at it, I found that although I felt that there was no direct change at all, it was completely like a change of place.

Lighting is a very important factor in the creation of atmosphere, which is somewhat mysterious. After the lights were turned off, the arena was unfamiliar and peaceful to a terrifying level. But what was even more strange were the Arabic numerals slowly appearing in the sky.

In the sky that is also dimming, the light orange text can make people feel a touch of warmth. As if a small flame in his heart was drawn out, it was slowly burning in the air.

four hours? The Arabic numerals change every second, and you can know the essence of the countdown without guessing. But what does this countdown mean? Everyone looked up at the numbers hanging in mid-air in the middle of the ring, and the people who were left were fiddling with the little abacus in their hearts. But no one asked first.

"Countdown?"

"It's the countdown." The scene where everyone doesn't say a word is as embarrassing as it is, and they can only talk to each other with such embarrassing words, silently waiting for which two fools will jump out.

"Is the countdown over?" Who was the person who came out of the imaginary space and was one of the losers in the first round. "Is it killing everyone?"

At this time, he still had time to joke.

No one responded to this sentence, and it was too brainless to hear it.

, this kind of rotten stalk that probably only appears in shoddy B-level articles is because no one is willing to pick it up. Although it is all speculation, everyone probably knows that it is a symbol of the beginning of the next round.

And thinking about it like this, someone turned their heads. In fact, before the end of this game, everyone was watching that person. The second person in the fifth party was also a tall and thin man wrapped in a coquettish windbreaker that was black on the outside and red on the inside.

You must know that there are only 31 people participating in the arena of destiny this time. If there are two or two duels, there will inevitably be a round of singles. , and who is going to stand opposite him? If you have played one game, spend more energy and time in one game, and the follow-up will be mysterious. And if you choose one from the eliminated people, it will be obviously easier to write.

The arena did not hesitate at all, it was a bye. After the fifteenth game, turning off the lights and counting down all means that this round is over. As for the one who did not participate, most of the results are directly promoted.

The wave of people who were eliminated thinks that they are not as good as the blade armor face when they are desperately trying to survive. The face that was originally ugly because of the loss became even more ugly, and Luo Yunxi was the leader. The face that had just recovered a little blood turned around, and the pupils were full of anger. Like a little lion, it could explode at any time.

Luck is a part of strength. Usually, everyone would laugh at themselves at times like this, but it was the grandson who had a bye, so the four major organizations all chose to forget this sentence. Whether winning or losing, he looked at the tall and thin figure, as if he wanted to see something from the thick black robe.

Xie Zhifei was also surprised by the fact that he was promoted by bye, but he just turned his head to take a look, and then turned his head. After all, he has other things to do now.

In the beginning, he completely planned to come here and walk around casually, as long as he reached the threshold of the deed. But the battle royale mode forced him to have no way out from the very beginning. It was very simple to want to live and to be a deed, and to live to the last thirty-two people. So he wanted to be chased and killed by various things like a mad dog several times, and then driven by curiosity, he explored the anthill together again.

Even if he stepped in the middle of the arena, he was actually quite a bit confused. He didn't understand how much benefit the Green Pond had brought him, and he used his instinct to kill the opponent who didn't seem to be a small one. There is no idea of ​​winning in itself, and it is accompanied by the sense of victory that is not at all.

But the later development was too frightening, and he suddenly found that he needed to win, and it was not as simple as winning a game. It was better to keep winning and get to the championship position. This sudden sense of difference made him very uncomfortable. Just like in "Myth", Yi Xiaochuan, who was just holding a playful form at first, found that he had to deal with Qin Mo's messy mess because he liked Yu Shu. It's almost time.

At first, I just watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal. I watched one seed after another showing off their power, thinking that the idea of ​​admitting defeat was gone. Want to get rid of them? Xie Zhifei's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the other fifteen people. For a second or so on everyone's face, thinking about his previous fight.

They are all very strong, although I have sighed like this once when I watched it. But when I really wanted to plan how to win, I found that these guys were really too strong. It's like opening and hanging, how can I do it? ? Still a punch?

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to his chest again, and then slowly squeezed a fist, as if recalling the feeling of the punch that he hadn't experienced just now because he was so ignorant. The feeling of the fist hitting the chest, the feeling of breaking through the muscles.

"Make it the same as the protagonist in the house?" Xie Zhifei whispered, "I don't even see what I look like? First, I haven't crossed, secondly, I haven't been divorced, and thirdly, I haven't found the grandfather in the ring. Why are you the protagonist? ?"

Even so, he placed his right hand on his chest very honestly. Through the clothes, I felt that little pulsation, and my sensitive senses clearly fed back every little vibration, and the jumping temperature was transmitted into my brain exactly as it was sizzling white smoke, the palm of my hand. , is holding his own heart.

"Boom!"

The piece of skin that happened to be the size of the palm of the hand was even hotter than the blood vessels in the whole body, with a clear rhythm that was neither fast nor slow.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"It's not bad..."

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Chapter 92: The start of the rematch

What can four hours be used for? Read dozens of pages of books, two movies, or the experience bar of a character in a game goes up a bit. There are many answers.

The interval between the preliminaries and the semi-finals of the Destiny Arena is four hours. To put it in a very hypocritical way, every minute of these four hours may become an opportunity to change the world. Everyone is working hard to prepare for the next game, including those who have been eliminated. Standing or sitting around the remaining sixteen people, helping them analyze their opponents. Especially around a few non-seeds. After all, how the seeds should fight is difficult for them to guide.

It is often the seeds who ask some of the losing players, and then they think independently after they understand their opponent's ability. Among the remaining 16 people, there were 7 seeds, and the remaining 8 were mixed with strange things like Xie Zhifei, Ji Qinger, and the black-robed man from the fifth party.