"Sister Shen, didn't accompany your family today?" Zhou Hao said with a smile.

Shen Hong is not married either, but she adopts a daughter, who is now married.

See Zhou Hao.

Shen Hong said in surprise: "Owner, you are here too. I'm not afraid that Ying'er is boring alone, so I come here to accompany her."

Zhou Hao nodded, "Okay, then you can talk to my sister and I'll go out for a walk."

After saying that, he left.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, snowflakes floated in the sky.

He left the base city of Wanjia Lights alone and came to a remote wilderness area.

With the strength of warriors on Earth now, they have long killed monsters in large areas of wilderness, and only some of the wilderness areas have been retained to alert latecomers.

Walking in the wilderness street.

The prosperous weeds are densely packed, and the buildings and shops are also covered with green plants.

From time to time, beast roars came from afar.

But no one dared to approach the kilometer range next to him.

Zhou Hao looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, suddenly flipped his hand, grabbed a sword, and used his sword technique on his own.

Since he has possessed a mental weapon, he rarely uses weapons, and his sword skills are even more useless.

But tonight he wanted to practice swordsmanship.

Brush brush.

As the steps move, the knife technique is sometimes as sharp as metal, sometimes as hot as flame, and sometimes as continuous as water splashes...

at the same time.

Illusion bodies began to appear throughout the street.

If you look closely, you can see that there are a large number of Zhou Haos appearing on the street at this time, thousands of them.

These illusion movements are exactly the same.

For a moment.

In the snowy world covered with silvery light, the sword light is as bright as day.

The clusters of snowflakes fell more slowly, as if they were in slow motion, and in the picture, only the knife light speed became faster and faster.

Saw.

Zhou Hao's sword technique was very rough, just like a child's play, and even heard the sound of metal slashing into the air. However, when these thousands of sounds gathered together, they were like waves of water flowing, and like the clanging of metal collisions. Suddenly, they were like the burning of a raging fire. When they listened carefully, they were silent like tender seedlings sprouting through the ground.

Different sounds continue to overlap, and the waves seem to be shaking.

The snowflakes falling in the sky are slower.

At the end, it almost stopped.

Whoosh.

Sudden.

Zhou Hao stopped moving, and thousands of illusion bodies suddenly contracted and gathered into one.

He raised his head and looked at the snowflakes all over the sky again, with a knowing smile on his face.

The sword in his hand disappeared.

He turned around and stepped away.

The snowflakes were extremely slow and like the sky that were parked in the air, falling down, but the weeds they fell on the streets were piled up in the shape of waves.

If there is the immortality of the secret method of "Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Th

However, it is difficult to study the laws of the origin of time than to the sky.

The original rule of practice is five or six years, and it is the Lantern Festival, a day with snowflakes flying.
Chapter completed!