My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

"My Japanese Story is a bit sweet (!

The light of the knife rose in the darkness, and the light of blood flew with the broken arm. The mannequins rushed from the air corridor. Behind, the figure of Niijima burst into it, and the message of death suddenly spread, and the weapons and figures rushed fiercely. Together...

"Little Zhen is the best!!!"

Fujiwara Starry sky relaxed, looked back, and waved his sickle in the corridor.

With a "bang", sparks flew everywhere, and the dark night exploded.

The mannequins running in the front row were cut off by this powerful sinking knife, and turned into scattered fragments, which fell to the ground, making the sound of crisp rubber products falling on the ground.

The basic tactic of the sickle is sweeping, sweeping across a large area is a force of thousands of horses, containing mighty power, but also clean and tidy. Fujiwara Star's hands are like a powerful vortex attached to the hilt.

The sound of "bang-bang-bang" was like a storm in an instant. The mannequins that flew up were divided into pieces in the air, ejected in different directions, and some were embedded in the wall, and some were directly photographed. Exit the corridor and fall to the ground.

Occasionally, a fish that slipped through the net jumped out of the defensive net that was swung out of the sickle, and it would be shattered by his kick.

"Keng"

Sparks flew in all directions, seeming to hit a steel framed human body, and the thin blade of the famous sword quaked.

"You two, protect yourself." Madam Niijima instructed the two lower grade students, clenching the famous sword in both hands, and attacking the enemy again.

The faint faint blue of the thin blade against the spiritual power, the extremely fierce collision instantly exploded.

The arc that was swung countless times, the light of countless heavy knives, if the sickle of the Fujiwara starry sky is thunder and lightning, then her famous sword is the wind.

Although the strength and attack area are not as good as the sickle, the gentle trajectory also blocks the mannequin's attack.

"This guy......"

For a brief gap, she turned her head slightly to look at the Fujiwara starry sky on the other side of the corridor, and cursed secretly in her heart.

Models continued to rise from the corridor, and the encirclement became denser. Gradually, loopholes appeared in the defensive circle supported by the famous sword.

Niijima's eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes slowly closed.

My stomach was squirming, and I felt it turned over.

The pitch black in front of me gradually turned into a dark red.

As if the eyeballs were filled with blood, everything turned red.

My body is so hot, my hands and feet are gradually numb, and a painful hot piece is attached to my back. If I don't focus my consciousness on the center of my eyebrows, I can't stand it tightly.

But this kind of pain also brings greater strength.

When she opened her eyes again, her pupils had turned dark red, and there was faint red blood jumping on the eyeballs, as if boiling blood was burning.

Holding a famous knife, the figure moved forward, and his slender body exploded with an aura that burst out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain.

A mannequin leaped in front of him, banged and hit his shoulder.

Niijima's body was slightly skewed, as tough as cast of steel, without much pain. The next second, the arc of the famous sword crossed again, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

[Auspicious jade rabbit, the evil spirits are scattered! ]

With a bang, sparks exploded. At the next moment, only one head of the fit-and-fitting mannequin was left, and blood was vomiting in the mouth as it fell.

Immediately after using the magic talisman to blow up several models that had crossed the sickle line of defense, Fujiwara Starry sky had not had time to breathe in the future, and three or four of them had already swooped over.

When he moved his body, he used his sickle as a support point, kicking out several whip legs with his legs volleyed, four dull sounds of "bang, bang, bang," sounded, the plastic head sagged, and the red, white, and white things came out.

The mannequin that had lost its head hit the wall under inertia, and smashed holes one after another in a loud noise.

When he landed, Fujiwara Xingkong glanced back at the little sister-in-law who was tending to be in a crazy state, and a hint of worry flashed through the tip of his eyebrows.

But there was no time for him, because the model army rushed forward again.

The scene gradually turned into chaos. They scrambled to push each other in the narrow corridor, and countless companions trampled on their own and were pushed downstairs.

Fujiwara's starry sky waved his sickle, his eyes dark as night.

He knew very well that the enemy in front of him could not be killed. Within the rules, these shattered mannequins will be reassembled in the blink of an eye, and they will continue to flow up.

It is as dense as locusts crossing the border, or millions of wildebeests migrating on the East African prairies, murderous and dangerous, which makes people feel desperate.

There was a bang in the sky, and thunder rang again. Dark clouds covered half of the sky like a huge curtain, and the torrential rain began to fall again.

The tip of my nose was full of damp and rancid breath, and the smell of blood was also permeating, struggling life and the cold rain were still converging.

Every impact and every swing of the knife can truly destroy the enemy in front of you.

The cold light drawn by the famous knives and sickles slashed and smashed these unstructured mannequins, but they were endless, still coming like a tide.

However, after all, humans are not monsters. People will be exhausted. Now even if it is a one-sided killing, it can't stop the trend of defeat.

Fujiwara Hoshizora's hand holding the knife also began to tremble, and there was no fear in the middle, just showing signs of fatigue.

The sound of the wind is full of blood, and more models are still gathering in the corridors in all directions.

They gathered from all corners of the teaching building mightily, as if they were raging and ravaging everywhere...

Many arms stretched out, pushed him, dragged him. Fujiwara Hoshizora withdrew and flew back, and in the blink of an eye, he retreated into the air corridor, and leaned against Shinjima Ma back to back.

"Xiaozhen, listen to me..."

While waving his sickle, he explained: "We must find a place where we can breathe temporarily, otherwise we will be swallowed by the army of models."

Shinjima slashed open a model from it, panting, "You said, what should I do?"

"Go to the women's toilet on the third floor. I asked Selti's shadow to take Saito and Ishigami. You clear the way."

"Women's toilet on the third floor?"

"Yes, Hanako is there."

"Understood!" Niijima really didn't ask much, but bent down and made a sprint.

"Selti, these two classmates are handed over to you."

"understand."

The sickle turned back into a shadow, floated between the stone and Saito, and instantly grabbed their arms.

Without weapons, the line of defense is self-defeating.

Facing the densely popped models, Fujiwara Starlit opened the system panel that hadn't been opened for a long time.

Name: Fujiwara Star

Remaining points: 755

Spiritual power value (average value): 50

Spiritual power value (peak value): 5000

Charm value 1: 810 (for people~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the value is floating, and cannot be increased by itself)

Charm value 2: N+110 (non-human, fixed value, and cannot be increased by itself)

Take a quick look and click into the warehouse interface.

[Basic Talisman: Redeem Points 1]

He exchanged 50 cards in one breath, and Fujiwara Stars waved his hands, and while the sky filled the talisman was swayed, his hands were sealed.

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