Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 102 After noon Labyrinth 96F

There were no 60 hierarchies, no difficulty even in 70 hierarchies, there were slight bullets from 80 hierarchies, but no direct hits, no HP, no less than half, to 90 hierarchies.

Tai Chi's shape adjusts and aids the madness of postural control, and he can mislead control disturbances and connect them to moves. Gradually, the body is moving as it sees fit, still disturbed by disturbances, but disturbances can be predicted and is starting to get used to their adjustment.

It was the hierarchical main battle of the eighty hierarchies that disfigured from the disturbance of control but was always advanced to its advantage. This labyrinth is deep and strong, but compatible, and it's a good labyrinth with lots of stash room equipment and wallet friendliness. And deep down, I fought through it with physical control that I've become accustomed to as I struggled, not entirely, but the movement of my daily living level will be fine, and I'm not out of control to the point of disturbing it even if it moves hard. Mind you, it was a labyrinth king battle on the 96 tiers of the final tier, and if you thought it was done unexpectedly fast, it was the last and never-ending battle you entered.

I don't have time, but all the time passes, the time flowing dull with an acceleration of thought wraps around my body, and I wield seven swords so that I can shake them off, and I chop off my sword.

"If you don't get home at all soon, you're going to say that the Mojas might be snuggling and annoying, bones that disturb you well and sparingly, or skeletons? Well, they don't even eat dogs, but if they're bones, they can't even use it to put up paper if they're passing by or Kobo. But Mogadishu is going to do it!

When a black slash is plundered, the body is heavily stripped of its power, and even a divine sword cannot decide. It reminds me of the Chairman of the Armored Committee to say that the skeleton is as dark and disastrous as darkness. Very strong, good, fast, even intelligent skill, but not at all weak, this guy got the power of captivity and darkness to this extent, Mr. Koshi stopped fighting that power and was stronger, faster, and greater.

That's why I won't lose to this extent. It's a good place to break your name as a servant of the Chairman of the Armoured Committee if you lose to the weak who have been drank by the dark without being able to resist it. Still, outstanding skill and sharpened sword skills are brilliant, strong and streamlined enough to be praiseworthy. If I hadn't been imprisoned by the darkness at the bottom of the earth, I might have been a swordsman of a name, but I had to pay and butcher the darkness. I don't need to know the name of a swordsman who has lost his heart already, let's end it so he can sleep quietly.

(Poyo poyo!)

"No! If you ever touch that darkness, you can't touch it or eat it because it's a batch. 'Cause I'll give you a treat later, okay? Yeah, I'll be done soon...... it's hard to say blow arrows from authentic sword moves! That's out of the way, it's not authentic! Damn, you're an old man, even from the skeleton, and you make a lot of money with your broken bones and your tired, lost demon stones? All right, good luck! I don't know if it's Skull Road, but I'm gonna sell out the Demon Stone and turn it into my Lord Almighty Lord! But, dear Lord, the road is always a difficult view to see through, isn't it? I wonder why?

A continuous strike that never breaks the dark tip of the sword, a continuous move that never stops breathing, but it's a skeleton, so I guess I won't breathe. Dirty! Demon Dirty! Boulders are demons. The sword tip changes direction and changes course and jumps in between... if you're not breathing, don't blow the arrow!

A blowing arrow that fires from close range in an instant without any hard to see preliminary motion, and a deformed, spontaneous sword penetrated infinitely re-orbiting from a blind spot. And the vast depths of darkness that can't be slashed or slashed away, in the orbits of nothingness like the abyss, there is no more will, just darkness.

Good job doing it Tai Chi, the defense is also stiff, infinite offense that intercepts with a single blow of an instant and the defense turns to attack at the same time. Interpersonal sword moves handed down and drilled with continuous cotton, but before the history of Tai Chi, it's like a recent irrelevant epidemic, before a technique that has been sublimated with thousands of years of history carved, drilled and sharpened with each hand. One way or the other, there's an arrow!

Shoot each other, slay each other, and the darkness will disappear, and this one will dispel the demons with a divine sword. But the sword of darkness is scratched, whether it is swallowed or received, and its wound seizes power, and it shreds its strength, and it erodes its magic. This one also wears out on dark scratches that are difficult to regenerate. The problem was to say, the wounds heal slowly, but the magic, the energy, the circulation and smell of internal qi kung fu, they work so hard with breathing, they accumulate, even my strength works so hard every night! That's the power of Hydra, the god beast who plays and symbolizes regeneration, now comes with chickens! Well, I can't get it out because I'm afraid of the dark, and the demon hand of the magic body tastes bad, and I just have to hit him with physics, but I'm pretty good at it.

Pay only the sword flashes leading to the midline, slash it, cut off the left and right. The tip of the sword runs with a shoulder shield. Still, the wounds increase and the blood runs... The loss of blood is the only reason you need to pay attention because it doesn't work well for regeneration, but there's no reason to stop the blood flow. If you can do that, it's another crisis as a people. Blood tides flowing hot in order to be human will taste bad if not api.

Fast over there, but fast over here, SpE has lost more than double, but physical motion accelerates with instantaneous travel due to "metastasis," and there is a super-reaction due to faster nerves due to "body smelting," which is combined with the time lag (slow motion) in the thought-accelerated postponement to override the difference in status and chase and pay even in the rear hand, chase through and chop and tear.

Skills are lost, but if you are cunning (cheating), you are winning. Above all, you can change your mind and flip your sword. That sword is difficult to avoid, but it is overwhelming. If it is a lie that wears only the shortest distance in a straight line, you can slash it even if it comes out later.

However, in exchange for the sharpness of the moment, falsehood under full disclosure causes the body to self-destruct even further strengthened with smelting and qigong. Above all, it's a surreal situation where you always fight while eating mushrooms when it comes to a serial battle under the limit, where you keep getting cut in and cut off and cured without letting a moment of disruption of control escape. Of course it's broiled and soy sauce drizzled properly, you're all set!

A spark of sword and sword magic plays among the slow motion worlds, filling the scattered vision, paying the sword as fast and precisely as possible as if it were a determined procedure, twisting and playing.

Replace each other's bodies (want to) without stopping the legs, take the more advantageous positions at a more advantageous time (timing) to restrain each other, crush each other's advantages while seeking slight advantages, overlap the maneuvers, read each other's hands, and do everything in their hands without resorting to means. Yeah, the blow arrows are awkward! Plain that drives me to a disadvantage.

Exhaustion wars are where you want them to be, but they're a little poor, and disturbances in physical control make your body blur. If the shaft or center of gravity flashes, even if it is slightly rash, the movement is delayed and the sword is disturbed.

Already ready ready to self-destruct, he also uses external body manipulation with a "puppet stick", and disturbances appear on the table in a protracted battle for fast movement and continuous strikes under conditions that are broken but force the body to correct deviations, but even slight disturbances are unacceptable. The gap accumulates as damage.

Cut off the tip of the sword that changes the dance trajectory, read through it, look at the future, let the seven swords dance, flip and play. In addition to "God-Eye," "Future-Eye," "Demon-Eye," "Wisdom Eye," and "Ophthalmology," Luo Jin-Eye, the mind eye, has a "writing technique" that reads and disables moves and steals them. Even if it is impossible to be extreme, it can be enough to imitate them and break their intentions. In the meantime, it's a physical restoration.

Skeletons that fell to the bottom of the earth in different worlds, and in the distant past, would know no oddities, a comprehensive technique of sensory and visual manipulation studied and extremes to induce and deceive seductive surprises, gaze and thought. Suddenly the same moves as myself were returned and doubted as they were being read, more careful hands to peek at earlier, and many pointless feints have been used to make it extra easy to read. There are a lot of honest people who follow ghost shadows and are confused by suspicion, demons?

The supreme sword moves that I have come to believe in and polish out my sword have been disturbed and collapsed to an unparalleled extent. My suspicious mind clouded my sword and I couldn't believe it and broke my own sharpened sword moves. To put it plainly, I was deceived into believing the suspicions in my mind that I should not believe.

Playback begins to chase us over here, and darkness disappears over there. What am I supposed to do about not having enough blood? Well, it's nourishing while roaming mushrooms, and I've got a concentrate potion for you, but fighting while holding the test tube would be dangerous, and it would seem even more dangerous if you were holding the examiner! Let's also tell the bitch and the child raccoon.

"I mean, doesn't Mr. Chicken (Coca) curse about osteoporosis or anything like that? If you're dealing with a skeleton, it's going to work, but you're a healthy bone too, you're a demon with a bone inside, and all you have is a bone? Don't you?"

The sword is not compatible with Mr. Skeleton. Some weapons are used to kill meat, but it can be dangerous to slip through when slaughtered or penetrated. It's convenient for you to push away with a "seven knife". It's convenient because it has many protrusions, and each protrusion can be individually assigned an attribute! Yeah, I noticed that recently, didn't I?

And well, I often overlap my thoughts, and I sincerely observe them, and I think the second projection on the left is working pretty well, yes, I forgot that Holy Magic can be used! Yeah, it works - absolutely, it was a classic in the classic, if you think about it, right? No, but usually because I can't think of a recovery or anything while killing each other! Ning Lo, you're very busy with your recovery? After all, promises are important.

Then, switching the seven swords to holy magic and challenging the demonic entanglement with a large assortment of holy "purifying" rides with more holy magic, the sword over there is getting messy and the moves are getting rough and I just want to make a decision here, but when I feel like it, this one also gets out of control. I don't want to cut this flow, the opportunity is between troubled skeletons whose opponents are suspicious and suspicious of behavior.

A sharp, fast, but small sword technique that combines Tai Chi's forty-second type Tai Chi sword with a sword that changes like dancing to confuse the sword. You can only use it to the extent that you play, but the sword muscle is lost without being able to go about change, it's already dead, even if you have exceptional skill and experience in your lifetime, your mind is dead the moment you are trapped in darkness, so you can't cope with a new sword and you can't change. Growth is the privilege of the living only, the labyrinth royal who did not lose his heart still remembers to the qigong method and he's boggling his servant fine, but you can't do it anymore, can you? So I'm free to go to sleep now, because the darkness is gone already.

"Good night ~. Tired skeleton? Well, good luck."

The last sword of the skeleton, fogged up by the power of darkness, was a foolish slaughter, a blazing sword of beautiful neat sword muscle. I'm sure this was the real deal, the strongest blow ever. But there is no more false life in the skeleton, no more dark power, no more dark magic, just a beautiful last sword that was extremed before life. Slash it off and end it on the skeleton, okay?

"Yeah, it's lame! No, I'll take that one for you, I knew I couldn't take it, but there was no power left. That was the last sign of my life. If you let it collapse and decay like that, you wouldn't have one left, would you? Yeah, it was slashed, but I saw it right. Does that hurt?"

(Poyo poyo!)

Especially the last knife was just a wave of bone, decaying, crushing, but powerless, leaving only a magnificent slash line, decaying and disappearing. So I took it, the powerless sword of a worn skeleton left a beautiful slash line even if it was struck down and slashed off. Well, was it slashed?

There was no power left to kill me, the bones couldn't even begin to weather and collapse and wave the sword. Yet freed from the darkness, he unleashed that sword, and let it appear. I'm sure it meant something, I'm sure he showed it to me.

"Come on, we need to hurry home and interrupt and destroy and obstruct the Mogadishu's love comedy expansion! If I don't hurry, I might be saying" Rabu ~❤ "or something! All right, let's kill it! And let's bake! Ah seriously, it's annoying, I'm just imagining it boiling down my mind to kill... I feel pissed off if it's not after my body has repaired!?"

(Pom pom)

Angry but Mr. Slime is LV50, then my LV is also 25, both the chairman of the armored committee and your dancing daughter must have exceeded the LV50 wall. Look, I knew safety was important, right? Well, let's get some sleep...... tight.

(Pulp.)