Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

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"The eighteenth game."

The eyes of the host of the report were a little red. He has no way to pronounce his name normally.

His heart was filled with infinite guilt. He felt that when he said his name, he was in control of the life and death of others. Every name he uttered would eventually cause some people to die.

The host wants to shout, can you not fight for your life!

But he didn't have the courage to shout out.

And under the ring, thousands of reporters were already chilling. They all stepped back so far, and chose the best camera position so that they can clearly capture the clear faces of everyone on stage, and they can also take a picture of the overall situation to the real fighting process. It won't make people disappear into the camera in an instant.

The audience was silent.

hiss-

The host took a deep breath and wanted to read it out, but the next moment he was discouraged.

Tears couldn't stop falling.

Although he belongs to the Recovery Group, he has always been a common man before. He couldn't bear such a huge pressure. He felt that the guilt in his heart no longer supported him to continue reporting.

"Ahem..."

The host was expressionless and did not show any painful expressions, but tears continued to flow down:

"eighteenth…"

As he said, the voice choked again.

No one blames him.

Everyone just looked at him silently, but no one blamed him, the host, for not doing well.

At this time, a big powerful hand was pressed on his shoulder.

The host turned his head, but saw a strangely dressed Western knight wearing a silver armor and a silver full helmet, but with a pair of eyes. Was slapping his shoulder. He could see through the gaps in the helmet's eyes, those slightly kind eyes.

"you…"

The Paladin said in pure old English:

"Don’t have any burdens in your heart, you don’t need to redeem yourself. Even if the blood stains the earth, but every one of us who can come here wants to lie here, you don’t understand... you don’t have to feel any guilt. , I admire the eyesight of the people behind the recovery group. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but now 18 games, maybe everyone can see it. He arranged this list of battles, everyone, everyone is evenly matched There are some of us who are energized, and some are just getting into the future, but this list is not ranked to the phenomenon of bullying the small by the big and bullying the weak by the strong. It is fair.

The host burst into tears instantly.

He let out a cry, lowered his voice and said in English: "Why are you fighting like this? It's just a matter of going to the ring. You just need to score the winner. Why do you want to kill people, why do you want to kill yourself? Seventeen games, dead. Nineteen people. The death rate was originally half and half, but there have been two deaths. I and I..."

The Paladin laughed:

"If you have experienced a hundred years of loneliness, if you have experienced hundreds of years of loneliness, you will certainly understand the hearts of those of us. We have no desire or pursuit for everything in the world. We are willing to give. Life, in exchange for a little bit of progress in martial arts. Or a hearty battle with an opponent. Life and death are sometimes not so important to us. Anyone, after a hundred years of life , Life and death are no longer important to him."

"If you give everything you seek for hundreds of years, there is no change, and all you see is the abyss. Then you are the same as you died. But if you love what you love, you can change it with the things you have pursued throughout your life. With some changes, even for a moment, you will think that you have lived. You see, every one of us who can come here hopes that he has lived."

Are you going to be dead, even if you live for thousands of years without being known?

Still have to live, even if only for a moment.

Someone once said that to live is to do meaningful things. So, what is this meaningful thing?

For some people, the task of being alive is to pass on from generation to generation. For some people, what makes sense is to become a star, become an entrepreneur, become a scientist, become an astronaut?

For some people, the meaningful thing is to enable their family members to lead a more productive life.

For the warrior, all of the above can be thrown. The only meaningful thing is to search outside of life and death.

Just as the poem goes: I am smiling from the side knife to the sky, and go and leave the Kunlun!

Others laugh at me as crazy, so why not? What's wrong with being mad?

The host was silent for a long time, then the Paladin looked at him like that. I don’t know why. When he put a hand on his shoulder, the host felt that the guilt in his heart was dispelled a lot. Speak aloud:

"The eighteenth game!"

"Eastern European Knights Templar, Alva. Now 242 years old. Weapon: Long sword."

"Huaxia Plum Foil Sword School, Qingfeng. Now sixty-nine years old. Weapon, long sword!"

"Please, two respectable powerhouses, come on stage!"

"Hehehe, my fate is here..."

Behind him, the paladin who patted him on the shoulder chuckled and suddenly pulled out the long sword slung around his waist. With a ‘噌—’, the long sword came out of its sheath, and he threw it away and strode forward.

The host stared at the paladin with bright silver armor in amazement. It turned out that he was Alva from the Knights Templar?

Alva seemed to be surprised by the host, and said without looking back:

"Child. Don't cry, try to understand our lonely special group. UU reading www.uukanshu.com After the war, if I am still alive, I would love to meet the strong man behind your recovery group. He has a pair of eyes that transcend God. God sees the world and sometimes reads it wrong. But he doesn't see it wrong. Every opponent is evenly matched, but he never shows up."

Alva's tone seemed to be a little yearning.

The host actually had questions, because he felt that the paladin did not seem to respect the gods as much as he thought.

Perhaps anyone who has lived for a hundred years will witness the ups and downs of this world. Anyone who has seen the vicissitudes of the world for a hundred years, in fact, has already seen through...

The host said with some worry: "You guys, can't you but work hard? Isn't it good to be alive?"

Alva whispered as if talking to himself:

"He died on stage, which is my greatest respect for him. I died on stage, which is his greatest respect for me."

With a sound of ‘Shen—’, Alva jumped up suddenly.

After crossing a distance of more than 20 meters, he actually jumped up like an arrow from the string, standing on the northwest corner of the ring. A bright silver armor and a sword.

opposite.

There is also a sixty-nine-year-old man with the appearance of a Chinese youth wearing a Taoist robe, Qingfeng. With a sound of ‘簌’, it also took off more than 20 meters and landed on the southeast corner of the ring. One person, swordsman.

Alva slowly stretched out his left hand, covering his right chest, and then slowly bowed to the fresh breeze in the southeast corner.

Opposite, Qingfeng also clasped his fists and bowed slowly to Alva.

Lifting their heads, the eyes of the two of them instantly filled with fighting spirit.

"kill!"

At the next moment, Qingfeng suddenly screamed that ordinary people's eardrums would be shattered.

On this side, there was a roar of urn sound in Alva's helmet.