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Act Two: Blooming like a majestic flower Chapter 163: Despicable and shameless Soros

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    "Lao Chan was trained in swordsmanship by his father when he was four years old. Counting from the beginning of the wooden sword, Lao Chan has held the sword for seventy-six years. For seventy-six years, Lao Chan has never slackened in his martial arts journey. Compared with your way of fighting, Lao Chan  What he is good at is martial arts and adventure. He has spent eighty years in vain, and although he is not talented, he still has some experience in fighting. "

    With his dry and strong palm caressing the black hilt, the blind Martial Saint Thoros didn't mind at all the terrifying fact that his breath was burned off by that man's glance.  Instead, he still wore that solid smile as solid as granite, and spoke softly while opening and closing his upper and lower jaws.

    But that was not just talking, the awe-inspiring voice that boomed from the chest also shook the air around the two people into countless pieces.  The resonance shattered the connection between psychic energy and the world. It was like being struck by sunlight. The warrior opposite the old man blinked subconsciously, hoping to relieve his sore eyes.

    Realizing his subconscious act of showing weakness, Gao Gen's face instantly became extremely ugly.  When the rock-like old man felt the change in Gao Gen's aura, he realized something. He opened his mouth quietly and smiled even happier.

    Even if your demonic flames are overwhelming, your eyes can ignite everything in the world, your consciousness can even change the celestial phenomena, and you are famous all over the world, known as unparalleled.  But so what?  After all, that is the way of military formation. After all, it is a bloody and frantic, simple and complicated battlefield.  It's not a place for duel, let alone a private fight in the wilderness.  Facing those little people who are not skilled in skills, the absolute advantage in strength can indeed crush everything.  But at this level, a tiny difference can determine the winner.

    Although the old man has no eyes, he still feels something.  The smile that was forced on his lips became even deeper, like an old black bear smiling at a ferocious and young tiger, with a domineering air.

    Because he knew that he had successfully obtained an opportunity for himself to stand up and have a conversation.

    He won.  Soros won.

    In this short conflict, the experienced warrior Saint Thoros took the lead first.  No matter what means he relied on to use his single-player combat experience to deceive Gao Gen, or whether he set a trap despicably and shamelessly to trick Gao Gen, but this invisible thing that ordinary people can't see at all.  In the duel, Soros indeed won the first game.

    Gao Gen will naturally admit the victory of the old martial artist.  Because he is Rainn Gogan.

    "I don't know what you want to do, Soros. Just like you don't know what I want to do." He calmly put his black-gloved palms behind his back, and the handsome red-haired man looked at  The Martial Saint, who looked like a wild lion, spoke out.

    "You will never understand my thoughts, Wu Sheng. Just like I can't understand you. Your opinions are worthless in my eyes. You are an adventurer and I am a soldier. This is a natural and irreconcilable contradiction.  . I recognize your strength, and I also recognize your ability, but if you want to use your values ??to convince me to give up something, that is an impossible task. "

    "Of course, I never expect that words alone can change anything. If you change with words, you are no longer you." The old man lowered his head, and the stigmata cloth tied on his head flickered with some unknown reason.  of brilliance.  The empty eye sockets were aimed at the black sword in his hand, as if stroking his lover, gently stroking every deep line on it.

    Even with such a gentle movement, the surrounding meadows still felt some inexplicable pressure. He bowed his body submissively, with the old man as the axis, and a circle of invisible and realistic prisons surrounded the green meadows.  I can't stand up straight under the pressure.

    Aura, maybe that¡¯s what I should call it.  The invisible and qualitative aura wrapped the old man like a wild lion in the barrier.

    The surrounding wind seemed to be controlled by the old man.  The gentle breeze that was originally gentle became a little violent.  They circled back and forth angrily, slowly rotating around the old man, protecting him from any malicious attacks.  This allowed the old man to follow the messages and warnings they brought and easily dodge attacks coming from any direction.

    "This should be your wind eye, right? Instead of your eyes, use the wind to feel everything in the world." Gao Gen squinted at the strong wind around the old man, and the expression on his face became more and more gloomy, like a storm  The coming sky is the same.

    He was very angry, but before that he had to figure out what this old guy wanted to do.  Why did he do this.  So Gao Gen suppressed his anger very impatiently, frowned and stared at the old man opposite who was gradually being enveloped by the storm, and asked in a solemn voice: "Soros, let me ask you again, do youWhat do you want to do?  "

    "What I want is very simple."

    The blind and strong Martial Saint said with a stiff expression.  The palm full of muscle power seemed to have infinite power. He lifted the black sword of unknown material with one hand and shook his wrist slightly.  Just like the wings of flies and mosquitoes that can be seen everywhere, the black sword blade suddenly made a slight buzzing sound, trembling in the air, leaving a strange black trail.

    Seeing such actions, the originally kind expression on Gao Gen¡¯s delicate face became more and more stiff.  Wearing a black trench coat, his body, which was much slender than his peers, was trembling slightly, and there was a look of anger on his face.

    "Give up your dreams, and there should be no more bloodshed in this world."

    Old Bear was holding a black sword, a white sword on his back, a red cloak, and black dragon leather boots, and said with a righteous look.

    He completely ignored Gao Gen¡¯s angry expression, or he couldn¡¯t see Gao Gen¡¯s angry expression at all.  He just held the black sword that was buzzing and trembling in his hand like a living thing, and spoke his request to the person opposite him with a loud and firm voice like a copper bell.  Putting forward ridiculous demands in the name of justice.

    ¡°¡­What if I say no?¡±

    Looking at such an old guy who doesn¡¯t know how to live, Gao Gen is too lazy to talk nonsense with such a person.

    Pulling the glove on his back, a black trail came out, and he casually drew a bright yellow flaming sword from the void.  The tip of the burning flame sword crackled, drawing a dark red trajectory in the air that made people feel a little uneasy. With an increasingly impatient look, Takane aimed it at the blind weapon opposite who was gradually enveloped by the storm.  Holy.

    "You seem to really think you can beat me? Martial Saint Thoros?"

    "Of course I can't beat you"

    Feeling the increasingly anxious air in the air, Soros suddenly had a smile on his face that made Gao Gen feel uneasy.  Gao Gen seemed to feel that he had subconsciously ignored something in the conversation.  And it¡¯s a remarkable message that was ignored.

    ¡°Then if the old ¡®I¡¯ alone can¡¯t defeat you, then ¡®we¡¯ can defeat you.¡±

    The old Soros showed a treacherous smile on his rock-like face that definitely did not fit his appearance.  From the inconspicuous shadow behind the wild lion-like old man, under Gao Gen's disbelieving gaze, the shadow gradually twisted and deformed in the strong wind, stretching into a lifelike human shape.  It was like someone was hiding behind a black curtain and was about to come out.

    "You despicable and shameless villain! You will go to hell!" Gao Gen stared and yelled at the old man over there.

    He thought about it.  He had it all figured out.  Takane thought about what he had forgotten during the conversation.  Because from the very beginning, there was only one reason why Soros dared to challenge him.  Because he never fights alone.

    "Don't be so angry, little Ren."

    An old man wearing a worn pointed wizard hat and a sunny smile came out of the curtain of shadows.

    "It's been almost a year since we last met, right? How have you been lately?"

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