Three hundred years ago, the monsters came and the world was devastated.
Three hundred years later, those with supernatural powers are wreaking havoc on the earth, and those who control weapons soar in the sky.
The world is still the same.
The arrogant person remains arrogant, and the mediocre person remains mediocre.
People at the bottom chase endless bubbles, while people at the top regard them as playthings in their hands.
So Lu Mo often thinks, can all this really not be overturned?
The weapon in his hand gave him the answer.
His knife is very fast, but it can be even faster!
Hurry up and cut off those flames and thunder!
His arrows are also very fast, but they can also be faster!
Fast enough to penetrate those steel mechas!
When the long sword splits the sky and splits the earth, when the arrows chase the sun and the moon.
When the proud man loses his composure, when the raging man dies.
Lu Mo raised his head and looked up. The sky was clear and clear, and finally there was nothing.
