Chapter 1050 (1/2)

Oh, I don't have time. Let's march in the current of steel. It has momentum

At the end of the day, he didn't know what he had done. Maybe nothing was important. What really mattered was that the voice was conveyed and truly represented his own voice. He could be combined with the common voice and eventually guide them to achieve their own goals.

It's not right to be black or white. The world needs panda people.

Boom!

Like Taiji, the business of peaceful Zhongzheng is not a specific song, but the sound is still very good. Ivy doesn't care that it is playing silly, but these sounds really have an effect on the dark network in front of us.

The sword was waving, the runes were trembling, and the sword spirit was shining. The dark network woven in front of me suddenly cracked a hole, like a child crying with his mouth open.

Cry, despicable, my dear despicable!

Shua!

As the sword revolves around, Ivy observes carefully that some special black veins break when they meet their corresponding sounds. When they vibrate, all kinds of frequencies, what are the corresponding ones Ivy played these to the extreme, so that the sound of Yinjian was still beautiful. Now I don't know what is going on.

As the saying goes, although magic science has a lot in common with magic art, science is science. Don't take these things up to metaphysics, and try to find a fish out of the woods.

All kinds of strange sounds come from the sword. They are just crying and crying. They are people who lose art.

But it works.

Maybe the enemy didn't come by the score? I can't generate it according to the score. A man without artistic cells can only become a muscle warrior.

However, if it works well, what he is doing now is to survive.

What makes people surprised is that the network has been cut off one layer after another. It turns out that the enemy's defense is so strong and her thinking is so deep that she is underestimated.

Sure enough, people who are good at calculation are the most difficult to deal with.

Ivy can only play the ”spirit of study” to the extreme, Dabao sword becomes a small probe, drilling holes in the dark.

I really feel like digging a well. The black mud is slowly being dug out. There is no treasure.

The gold digger was trembling. She told herself to be calm. This was the first time that she met such a difficult enemy since she had made great achievements. How can every calculation fail? No matter how careful, there will be mistakes? Why doesn't this guy just lie down and surrender?

Whoa!

She took a breath and managed to maintain a superficial calm. With her trembling hands, she fumbled out the last three gold coins, which will form three stars. If she fails again

Whoa!

She forced herself to breathe again. Damn it, have I been affected by the rhythm? How can I think of failure? No, I can't!

In fact, failure is nothing! There was a terrible light in her beautiful eyes: failure is death?

Who is afraid of death? Who's afraid?

Her eyes are full of madness. She has changed her state and seems very excited.

A person who is good at calculation, a person who is always calm, a person who controls everything, and she is not alone at the moment.

She changed, or in other words, when she met the man who broke her limit, she became a real woman, panicked, no longer a God with a cold face standing high above her!

Die!