仿佛是黑夜里的一道闪电,他一冲而起,以他在丛林中惯有的猎辅的杀气、猛烈和迅急冲锋看,在他周遭,一种怪异的、激荡的乐声想起。或许只有“十面埋伏”的变换无踪才能配得起他的这次奇袭,或许只有恐怖迷离的黑色才能配得上他的身形所到之处掀起的风尘。从杀出黑幕到最终的一箭穿心,一切只在短短的一瞬,姚夏完成了他的奇袭,他的力量冲击着空气,冲击着你我的神经,一股气流冲连耳鼓,许久,还在激荡。 As if it was a bolt of lightning in the darkness, he rushed up and remembered, violently and promptly, with the murderous hunter-helmets he used to practicing in the jungle, and around him a strange, stirring music remembered. Perhaps only the “ambush ” no trace to be worthy of his surprise, perhaps only the horror of the black can be deserved delight where his stature set off the dust. From outcast shady to the final arrow through the heart, all in just a short moment, Yao Xia completed his surprise, his power impact the air, impacting on my nerves, a stream of red rush ear drums, for a long time , Still stirring.