: 680 Zhu Yue, Ming Yue, Yuan Yue

"call!"
The wind is whistling.
"Booming!"
The atmosphere is mourning.
"Hey!"
Above, the full moon in Zhu Xi is falling down.
"Hey!"
Below, the bustling city is burning.
The mourning of the person can be heard.
The shackles of the deceased can be heard.
The buzz of space can be heard.
The tremors of the heavens and the earth can also be heard.
However, what can be seen is despair, and the sound that can be heard is despair.
Everything is all about creating an idea.
"What happened to the world?"
Yes.
What happened to the world?
During the day, a bustling city has become a magical cave where the dead are rampant and blood is everywhere.
In the morning, people who are talking about each other in a happy way have become a sea of ​​hell.
The colorful world that was originally seen was filled with glaring blood.
The noisy voice that was originally heard was replaced by desperate mourning.
Here, the things that are presented to everyone in San Francisco are the same.
That is death.
The thing you see is death.
The thing I hear is death.
The things around are dead.
Even in the night sky, the biggest death is approaching, trying to bring everyone an equal ending.
And that ending is still dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
You don't need to have a sinister eye, and tonight, everything can see its existence.
Therefore, this second, this time, for the people in San Francisco, their own world is also dead.
There are too many deaths.
However, those who can look directly at death have chosen the challenge.
Challenge the biggest death.
"boom!"
The sound of the broken glass is loud and clear.
It was the sound of the smashing of the huge magic square that was constantly spinning in the sky above the city of San Francisco.
However, it is said that crushing, under the huge quality, just touched it, it requires the highest magician or a magician of about ten to cancel the big magic square It is directly smashed.
Just like an egg hitting a stone, it is very simple.
"Booming!"
In the deafening roar, the moon of Zhu color is still falling.
Moreover, the degree is getting faster and faster.
Under such circumstances, the clouds have been blown away, and the atmosphere has been shattered, leaving only a violent whistling airflow that rolls around the falling moon.
That airflow is already violent to an unimaginable level.
This can be guaranteed in the party.
"laugh!"
In the faint sound of breaking through the air, the square of the comet that turned into a white rushed into the sky, and it was a direct challenge to the moon of Zhu Xi, which was under the circumstance.
"So, it looks really outrageous."
The vision has completely disappeared from the rest, and all are occupied by the dazzling Zhu.
"Volume, uncalculated, quality, the same cannot be calculated."
Therefore, choosing to challenge it is like being the biggest idiot.
However, Fang Li still steadily flew up and swept to the fall of the red moon.
In the hands, the evil spirits of the evil spirits bloomed out of the glory, illuminating the night.
"Snapped"
At some point, such a voice rang from the side of the square.
That is the sound of muscle breakage.
"啪叽啪叽啪叽"
In the next second, such a voice followed the body from the side.
That is the bone is being crushed.
"噗哧"
The skin was torn apart by the powerful air pressure, so that the whole body of the square seemed to be scratched by the invisible sickle, and there were one after another scars.
"嘀嗒"
The internal organs also seemed to bleed together, causing a trace of blood on the corners of the mouth.
These horrors, all from the fall of Zhu Yue.
At all, I haven't had time to touch it. The air pressure and airflow caused by the riots of the moon brought by the moon have already caused the square to become bruised and even riddled with holes.
But the party turned a blind eye, just staring at the moon with a pair of ice blue eyes, constantly flying upwards.
The heart is very quiet.
At this moment, the square entered a state of mysterious and mysterious.
Face death, but ignore death.
The square is just going up and down.
The heart is alive.
"no problem"
Fang Li told himself this way.
"That thing can be killed"
Take this pair of magic eyes as evidence.
"I can see it"
Like the graffiti of a child, it was casually applied to the line above the Zhu Yue.
"If this is the case"
As long as it is wired
"Then I can kill it."
The problem lies in the means.
"How to kill?"
If you are long, you can rely on the evil spirits.
With it, a long dead line can be used to open it.
"But still one worse"
One difference can perfectly wave the length of the evil spirit, and give the beautiful moon the beautiful moon.
Such technology
"I have got"
In order to push the performance of the eyes to the limit, the seven-night assassination that the body exercises to the limit will be learned.
In the words, there is no lack of practical and killing moves.
"Just, one blow is not enough."
Because even if only a piece of debris is left, the power of the piece is enough to match the large meteorite, and the square is boiled into a meat sauce.
"So, you need as many snipers as possible"
In the case of multiple snips, the low-post moves have eight-eye mirrors and eight-point punches, and the high-profile moves have four miles and four prisons.
However, those are not enough.
"What I need is a combo that is enough to make a storm in a flash."
That is, the highest position is multi-segment.
The internal organs have become fragmented under the pressure of the air.
The body is also broken by the flow of air.
Only thinking, never stop.
The pure star-shaped armed forces in the hands have already blossomed into the beauty of the sun.
Holding such a light, the square plunged straight into the moon.
The ice-blue magic eye suddenly shines.
"Flash sheath - magic moon lore!"
When such a sound sounds like an echo, the night sky lights up.
It is the endless sword light made up of countless snipers.
Jianguang’s crazy dance, as if it constituted another moon, is very incomparable.
Only, the moon is bright and dazzling.
So, in the high sky of San Francisco, the two moons fell and one rose.
In the end, they collide with each other.
""
There is no earth-shattering movement.
There is no deafening sound.
Just the moment when the two rounds of the moon collide with each other.
"Hey!"
Light, overflowing in the sky.
Turning the night into a day.
Then, the two rounds of the moon disappeared.
Yes.
Disappeared.
Silently disappeared.
Only one figure left, falling from the air.
All the way, sprinkle blood.