Chapter 953 The choice and appearance of the road (I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival!)
"Breathe, exhale..."
Yin Zhong's breathing seemed a little rapid, but his hand holding the sword was still steady.
Facts have proved that the real battle is not the battle between him and Feijian.
It doesn't have that much dazzling sword light, but it's still filled with something alarming and depressing enough.
On this plain, no creature can resist the sword light of Yin Zhong, who draws his sword at the speed of sound.
Whether it's those ogres with huge sizes or those seal spirits with ghostly forms.
Under the light of that sword, everything fell apart!
However, Yin Zhong looked at the monsters gradually gathering in front of him.
They stared at Yin Zhong with eyes full of fear and greed. They were naturally afraid of powerful beings.
However, they can smell the weak breath on Yin Zhong.
This does not require great wisdom: they can get some breath from Yin Zhong's increasingly rapid breathing and slow sword light.
For ordinary natural creatures, blindly provoking a powerful being is against the rules of survival.
But for these bloodthirsty monsters, Yin Zhong's soul full of certain qualities deeply attracts them:
This place is not built by a natural environment. A powerful curse has made the creatures here extremely bloodthirsty.
Even the tauren, whose main characteristic is gentleness, began to abandon their vegetarian nature and began to hunt intelligent life.
It is a desire that originates from instinct and has very strong addictive properties.
Have you reached your limit...?
Feeling the unnatural twitching from his arm muscles, Yin Zhong thought to himself.
He began to recall the guidance his master gave him: compared to those technical skills or verbal guidance, Yi Qiu set up a towering spiritual monument for him in terms of behavior.
Choosing your own spiritual path is always rigorous and solemn.
And it is not just a few whispered words in the heart, but also needs to be put into practical actions.
And implement it into your own life, and integrate it into your entire life little by little!
What would happen to him if he were a master?
Yin Zhong began to think that he could escape.
But he was thinking, how should the path he chose be presented?
If it were just an extremely fast sword, it would naturally be extremely sharp.
But, what about the person holding the sword?
The current choice is really not that difficult for an ordinary person:
It is not a shameful thing to choose to give up on things that are beyond your ability.
But for Yin Zhong, he has a different view.
Only the most extreme tilt can create the most powerful swordsman...
How to face death as a swordsman?
All I can do is swing my sword...
I think, I understand...
Yin Zhongwei closed his eyes. This action made the monsters around him start to move.
They don't have any mercy or morality, and sneak attacks are a normal method for them.
And at this moment, a golden light overflowed in Yin Zhong's bloodshot eyes,
If the body has lost the strength to swing the sword, then use your heart to chop!
At this moment, the Way of Wuji gradually became blurred, and an intersection hidden in the fog appeared in front of Yin Zhong:
Then, golden light suddenly shot out from behind him!
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"Dean, my talisman level has been improved!"
“It’s really fun there!”
Anne-Taris looked at Emma who was meditating in the principal's room with a happy face. She looked very happy.
However, Emma could smell something from her.
Of course it wasn't the smell of blood. After leaving the copy plane, all the active particles in the blood were lost.
But this does not mean that it is completely odorless. Some things will not completely dissipate because they have lost their activity.
For example: the breath of death...
Of course Emma didn't feel uneasy or have any other negative emotions because she had killed too many lives for Anitaris.
If you choose the path of online players, killing is a very common thing.
Emma just felt a little strange, where did Anne Taris get such a strong aura of death from.
But when she thought of Anne-Taris's related abilities, Emma suddenly understood something.
"Annie, you used your sigil ability..."
Emma looked at Anne Taris, her most proud disciple.
Although her most powerful power does not originate from her, this does not mean that she will hold a grudge against it.
"Yes, Dean..."
Anne-Taris suppressed the joy on her face. She looked at the calm expression of the dean, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.
"I once prohibited you from using your abilities, not because they were dangerous or full of taboos."
"It's because: you can't control it yet."
Emma said quietly to Anitaris.
"You should understand the source of your power - it comes from the highest, so it will definitely not be unknown."
"You will become a legend in this world and leave a famous name of your own - this is a future that can be easily deduced."
"However, just like although I will not suppress my bloodline nature too much, I maintain absolute control over the flames."
"Annie, you can be affected by power and become different for this reason."
"But you have to know: power is power, and what you have to do is become its ruler!"
Emma's tone was not serious. She never liked an atmosphere that was too solemn and solemn.
It seems that only in that kind of atmosphere can everything be given the correct meaning.
"The wanton use of uncontrolled power will only bring about one consequence..."
"Go to the training room and train. You know what you should do."
Seeing Anne Taris leaving dejectedly, Emma didn't feel too much unbearable.
Raising a bear cub is a very complicated process.
Of course she can't distort her nature, nor can she become a real bear:
Despite the source of her power, the monk in the sky does exhibit reckless recklessness.
But Emma knew what kind of cold and unshakable will supported behind that recklessness.
Perhaps Anitaris's reckless behavior is related to certain characteristics of his power?
Emma fell into some deep thought, thinking about some possibility.
Anne-Taris does not need to rush to grow in strength now, she is too immature in the use of the power of sigils.
In Emma's view, laying a solid foundation is what she should do more.
Just like the long and difficult spell research career, it seemed that apart from some first-level spells, it did not allow her to obtain anything more practical.
But Emma knew what kind of gift that seemingly worthless past had given her.
Flame, if there is not enough firewood, is just a blurry spark after all...