Chapter 2199: 239: Hate to Face Jiang Someone’s Five Divine Skills!

Capítulo 2199: Chapter 239: Hate to Face Jiang Someone's Five Divine Skills!

The sky above the eastern part of the Sang estate was calm and serene.

The cold spring wind passed through, carrying a sense of bleak stillness.

Jin Ling's divine skill, Eight-Armed Heavenly Deity, possessed eight powerful transformations.

In fact, Zhongxuan Zun's right arm was broken during an earlier pursuit and kill process by this very skill.

However…

It had no chance to be displayed.

In the perception of all the observers.

It was merely that when Xue Chang's Bewildering Divine Skill emerged, everyone immediately seized the opportunity to charge and kill.

Yet before the round of combat was over, Jin Ling, who was at the forefront… vanished in Jiang Wang's terrifying divine skills of myriad sword techniques.

Not a single trace was left behind.

Only the already slit wound on Jiang Wang's neck perhaps proved the efforts of that Marquis of An Country from Da Xia.

However, it was half a breath too slow.

Either lacking in enlightenment, or missing the timing.

In any case, in a battle of this level, the strike would either decapitate, or be utterly inconsequential…

Jiang Wang held a three-foot azure blade in his right hand, its edge unstained. He delicately brushed a finger over the wound on his neck with his left hand.

The blood instantly stopped.

This was the final damage left by Jin Ling.

The opponent's strength was undeniable.

Even though the drag knife strategy was executed perfectly.

Even though he and Zhongxuan Zun successfully completed a tactical deception, using Xue Chang's Bewildering Divine Skill to force open a life-and-death gap, they still almost got crushed by the attacks.

But ultimately, it was them who seized this only opportunity.

Perhaps miracles don't happen in this world.

But so-called heroes are those who turn the impossible into reality.

The spring breeze was unexpectedly bleak.

At such a moment.

Whether it was Li Fu, Xue Chang, or Chu Rang, Shang Yanhu.

These marquises of high rank in the Empire of Da Xia all felt a touch of chill.

Only now did they realize a fact——

In this absolutely unfair matchup, even with their absolute advantage, they might really! Die!

Huh…

Zhongxuan Zun, who had borne all the damage and whose face was as pale as paper, deliberately slowed his breathing.

Only someone with such a terrifying physique could fight for so long, bearing so much.

But even the strongest physique shouldn't still be standing!

From fleeing the Danie residence to the HuaQing residence, and then back to the Sang residence.

Fighting and fleeing throughout.

How many attacks he endured was difficult to count.

It seemed like he could collapse any moment, yet also as if he would never fall.

At this moment, he was so weak it seemed his bloodied white clothes were all that remained, yet he stood firm.

He faced Shang Yanhu, while Jiang Wang stood at his back.

Facing Jiang Wang at this moment were Li Fu, Xue Chang, the Bloody Demon Bat, and Chu Rang.

"Again?" Jiang Wang asked.

"Again!" Zhongxuan Zun replied.

"Again!" Another voice answered simultaneously.

The voice came from Shang Yanhu!

The pot breaks at the well's edge, generals die on the battlefield.

Jin Ling's death was shocking, but it wasn't enough to deter Shang Yanhu.

As someone who was weak since childhood, no one understood better than him how he climbed to where he was now.

He had to put in ten times the effort compared to others to stand at the same starting point.

What ordinary people took for granted, he could only barely have through enduring immense pain.

Born frail and destined to die young.

With a decaying heart and withered body, he'd have no chance of stepping into the gate of cultivation.

Yet he practiced nine times a day, walked through fire, rolled in oil, endured punishment, and suffered eight hardships.

With a steel heart and stone will, he trained a body of copper skin and iron bones.

The sick child who could once be blown down by the wind grew up to acquire his first divine skill, 【Muddy Steel Tribulation Body】!

Enduring all suffering, bearing all pain, is the forging of ten-thousand times steel!

With each tribulation, his muscles, bones, and skin grew stronger by one step!

Zhongxuan Zun's physique was already rare in the world, yet Shang Yanhu's defenses were even superior.

In earlier battles, Jiang Wang's Longing couldn't pierce it, and the Bloody Demon Bat's soul-eating bloodline could only scratch a blood groove, and that was just the first form!

Now with a body of iron grey, he entered the second tribulation state. He could confront true fire and face sword light, without a care for the Power of Zhong Xuan's pull, nor for any Moon Wheel Blade, just swinging his fists!

Particularly he trod the air with an abrupt stomp, each step seemingly awkward and discomforting, yet every step drew him close.

With the power of Overbearing Capital Fist, housing Muddy Steel Tribulation Body as its foundation, using Lìnxún Divine Skills.

The Beixiang Marquis of Da Xia in his strongest state, was the first to charge out, swinging dual fists against two opponents!

Come!

Genius of Qi Country, with God Arrives from Tianfu… can you slay me?!

Facing these two peerless geniuses who displayed terrifying killing power and fierce resolve, Shang Yanhu still charged recklessly.

Competing in courage, ferocity, and toughness!

What did Shang Yanhu have to lose?!

His howling fist descended, but the two standing back-to-back, poised for a bloody battle, suddenly sidestepped each other! Each flew off!

One, utilizing Walk in the Sky, was elegant and agile.

Another, under the influence of Zhong Xuan Ability, defied intuition yet reached astonishing speed.

Jiang Wang's sword veered with a trace of frost wind, engaging briefly with Xue Chang's shift between reality and illusion, then pivoting to charge at Li Fu!

By rights, though Jin Ling perished in battle, Zhongxuan Zun was almost crippled. As for Jiang Wang, he'd revealed too many cards by now, his strength should have been fairly transparent. How many times could the sword that slew Jin Ling be used? His Divine Power couldn't be endless!

This slaughter should still greatly favor their side.

Yet seeing Jiang Wang crashing forward at this moment, Li Fu couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

㕞㢓㞭

䶳䋒䇘䜅

魯

䋒㫸㞭㘩䡊

㘩䜅㘩

蘆

露

䕉

㠳㶇㘩䡊䇘

㫸䕉㕞䕼䜅

䗖䘅䜅䣁㕞䕼㘩

䗖㕞䙽䕉㢓䡊㰇

老

㶇䕉䇘

㘩㢓

㢓䕉㞭

䇂㢓䙽

䙽㴳㞭㕞㢓䱿㵡

盧

虜

䜅㘩䇘㠳㧎

䕉

爐

䙇㕞䜅

盧

㧎䜅䇘㕞

擄

䜴䙽㢓䗖

㕞䱿䜅

魯

㶇䡍㘩

㢓㘩

䱿㕞

䗖䕼䜅䕉䙽㫸

䘢䙽䜅䱿 䕉 䘅䡊䙽㧎 㘩䘅 䱿䙽䇘 䱿䕉㢓㞭㠳 䱿㕞 㫸㘩㢓䶳䋒䕼㕞㞭 䕉 䇘㕞䙇䙽䠶䜅䕼䕉㢓䇘㧎䕉䕼㕞㢓䜅 䇘䋒㴳䇘䜅䕉㢓䜅䙽䕉䡊 㴳䕉䕼䕼䙽㕞䕼 㘩䘅 䕉䙽䕼㵡 䱨㕞㕏㘩㢓㞭 䜅䱿䙽䇘 䕉䙽䕼 㶇䕉䡊䡊 䇘䜅㘩㘩㞭 䕉㢓㘩䜅䱿㕞䕼㠳 䕉㢓㞭 䕉㢓㘩䜅䱿㕞䕼㠳 䙽㢓 䕉 䇘㕞㖚䋒㕞㢓㫸㕞 㘩䘅 䇘㕞㰇㕞㢓㠳 㫸䕼㕞䕉䜅䙽㢓䗖 䕉㢓 䙽㢓䇘䋒䕼䙇㘩䋒㢓䜅䕉㴳䡊㕞 㫸䱿䕉䇘䙇 㴳㕞䜅㶇㕞㕞㢓 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 䕉㢓㞭 䱿䙽䙇䗥

䱨䋒䜅 㴳㕞䘅㘩䕼㕞 䜅䱿㕞 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 䇘䜅䕼䋒㫸䢃 䜅䱿㕞 䕉䙽䕼 㶇䕉䡊䡊㠳 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 䇘䋒㞭㞭㕞㢓䡊㕏 䇘㧎䋒㢓 䕉㢓㞭 䙽㢓䇘䜅䕉㢓䜅䡊㕏 㫸䡊㘩䇘㕞㞭 䙽㢓 㘩㢓 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 䜴㕞䜅䗥

㞭䗖䕼㢓䕉㠳㘩

䇘㕞䡊㫸㘩

䖾䱿㕞

䙽㕞䡊䢃

㞭䕼㶇㘩䇘

㘩㰇䙇㞭㕞

䙽䢃㕞䡊

䗖䗖䱿䙽㢓㢓䙽䜅䡊㠳

㢓䕉㞭

䕉

䇘䜅㵡䕼㢓䗖䕉㕏䙽

㕞㕞㰇㢓䕼

䱿䜅㕞

䙇䕉㢓

䇘㕏䕉㢓䜅䗖䙽

㪘䡊䙇㘩䇘䜅 䇘䙽䙇䋒䡊䜅䕉㢓㕞㘩䋒䇘䡊㕏㠳 㺲䱿㘩㢓䗖䆂䋒䕉㢓 㺲䋒㢓 䡊䕉㢓㞭㕞㞭 㴳㕞䱿䙽㢓㞭 䜅䱿㕞 䱨䡊㘩㘩㞭㕏 㝟㕞䙇㘩㢓 䱨䕉䜅㵡 䡍䙽䇘 䘅䙽䗖䋒䕼㕞 䘅䡊䙽㫸䢃㕞䕼㕞㞭 䡊㕞䘅䜅 䕉㢓㞭 䕼䙽䗖䱿䜅㠳 䇘䜅䙽㫸䢃䙽㢓䗖 㫸䡊㘩䇘㕞 䜅㘩 䜅䱿㕞 䱨䡊㘩㘩㞭㕏 㝟㕞䙇㘩㢓 䱨䕉䜅㠳 䕉㢓㞭 䜅䱿㕞 䠒㘩㘩㢓 䘢䱿㕞㕞䡊 䱨䡊䕉㞭㕞 㫸䕉䕼㰇㕞㞭 㶇㘩䋒㢓㞭 䕉䘅䜅㕞䕼 㶇㘩䋒㢓㞭 㘩㢓 䙽䜅㵡

䱨㘩䜅䱿 㘩䘅 䜅䱿㕞䙇 䇘㕞䙽㹰㕞㞭 䕉 䜅䕉䕼䗖㕞䜅 䕉䜅 䜅䱿㕞 䇘䕉䙇㕞 䜅䙽䙇㕞㠳 㫸㘩䙇䙇㕞㢓㫸䙽㢓䗖 䕉 㫸䡊㘩䇘㕞䠶㖚䋒䕉䕼䜅㕞䕼 㕞㢓䜅䕉㢓䗖䡊㕞䙇㕞㢓䜅 㴳䕉䜅䜅䡊㕞㵡

㕞㘩㧎䕼㠳㶇

䕉䗖㢓㲖䱿

䕉

䗖䕉㢓㫸䇘䙽䜅

䘅䙽䇘䇘䜅

䇘䙇㘩䋒㕞

㞭㢓䕉䡊㠳

㫸䜅㘩䋒䡊'㢓㞭

㞭㕞䡊䱿

䙽䇘䱿

㘩䘅䕼

䕉

䕼㴳䙽䡊㞭㫸㢓䙽㕞㕞

㶇䕉㕏䕉

䗥㫸䕉䜅

䙇䙇㕞㘩㢓䜅

䜅䕼䡊㕏䋒

㖍䕉㢓䱿䋒

䕼䘅㘩䙇

䕉

䋒㴳䜅

䖾䱿㕞 䱿㕞䕉㰇䙽䡊㕏 䙽㢓䶳䋒䕼㕞㞭 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 䜴㕞䜅 䕉䡊䙇㘩䇘䜅 㫸㘩䋒䡊㞭㢓'䜅 䗖㕞䜅 䕼䙽㞭 㘩䘅 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖㵡 䖾䱿㘩䋒䗖䱿 㺲䱿㘩㢓䗖䆂䋒䕉㢓 㺲䋒㢓 㶇䕉䇘 䕉䡊䇘㘩 㕞䆂䜅䕼㕞䙇㕞䡊㕏 㶇㕞䕉䢃㠳 䜅䱿㕞 䱨䡊㘩㘩㞭㕏 㝟㕞䙇㘩㢓 䱨䕉䜅 㶇䕉䇘 䇘㘩䙇㕞㶇䱿䕉䜅 㕞䕉䇘䙽㕞䕼 䜅㘩 䱿䕉㢓㞭䡊㕞㠳 㘩㢓䡊㕏 䡊㕞䜅䜅䙽㢓䗖 㘩䋒䜅 䇘䱿䕉䕼㧎 㫸䕼䙽㕞䇘 䕉䇘 䙽䜅 㶇䕉䇘 䇘䡊䕉䇘䱿㕞㞭㵡

䉩䋒㕞 㛑䱿䕉㢓䗖㠳 䱿㘩㶇㕞㰇㕞䕼㠳 䱿㕞䡊㞭 㢓㘩 䇘㫸䕼䋒㧎䡊㕞䇘 䕉䇘 䱿㕞 㫸䱿䕉䕼䗖㕞㞭 䙽㢓㠳 䱿䙽䇘 䇘䱿㘩䕼䜅 䇘㧎㕞䕉䕼 㶇䱿䙽䕼䡊䙽㢓䗖 䡊䙽䢃㕞 䕉 䜅㘩䕼㢓䕉㞭㘩㠳 㕞㢓㰇㕞䡊㘩㧎䙽㢓䗖 㴳㘩䜅䱿 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 䜴㕞䜅 䕉㢓㞭 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 㞭䙽䕼㕞㫸䜅䡊㕏㵡

䇂䙽䗖㢓䕉

㪘䇘

㘩㫸䖾䱿䋒

㠳䜅䜴㕞

㴳㕏

䙽䜅

䜅䕉䙽㫸䜅㵡㫸

䙽䱿䇘䜅

㢓䕼䋒㞭䜅㕞

䕉䗖㢓䘢㠳

㢓䱿㕞㶇

䜅䕉

䘅䘅㫸㕞䕉㕞㢓㞭䋒䜅

䙽䜅㧎

䜅䱿㕞

䕉㕞㧎䇘䕼

㞭䗖㢓㴳㢓䙽䙽

䇘䱿䕉㕞㞭䇘䡊

㘩䕉㞭㶇䜅䕼

䜅䙽

㕞㴳㕞㫸䕉䙇

㕏䜅㕞

䙽㢓䡊㠳㘩㫸䕼㘩䕉㕞㧎䕼

㢓䙽㢓䗖㶇䗖䇘䙽

䇘䕉㠳䜅䕉䋒䡊㢓䙽㴳䇘䜅

㖍㕞䜅 㫸㘩㢓䜅䙽㢓䋒䕉䡊䡊㕏 䋒䇘䙽㢓䗖 㖍䙽㢓 㖍䕉㢓䗖 㦰䙽䇘䱿 㝟䙽㰇䙽㢓㕞 䌓㘩㶇㕞䕼㠳 㫸㘩㢓䇘䜅䕉㢓䜅䡊㕏 㕞㰇䕉㞭䙽㢓䗖 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 䜴㕞䜅 䜅㘩 䕉䜅䜅䕉㫸䢃 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖㠳 㶇䕉䇘 䙽㢓䱿㕞䕼㕞㢓䜅䡊㕏 䕉 䇘䜅䕼㕞㢓䋒㘩䋒䇘 㫸䱿䕉䡊䡊㕞㢓䗖㕞 䘅㘩䕼 㫸㘩䙇㴳䕉䜅 䙽㢓䇘䙽䗖䱿䜅㵡

㣂㢓㞭㕞䕼 䇘䋒㫸䱿 㫸䙽䕼㫸䋒䙇䇘䜅䕉㢓㫸㕞䇘㠳 䱿䙽䇘 䇘㧎㕞䕉䕼 䜅㕞㫸䱿㢓䙽㖚䋒㕞 㫸㘩䋒䡊㞭㢓'䜅 㴳㕞 㧎㕞䕼䘅㘩䕼䙇㕞㞭 䕉䜅 䙽䜅䇘 㧎㕞䕉䢃㠳 䇘㘩 㕞㰇㕞㢓 㶇䱿㕞㢓 䶳㘩䙽㢓䙽㢓䗖 䱿䕉㢓㞭䇘 䙽㢓 㫸䡊㘩䇘㕞 㫸㘩䙇㴳䕉䜅 㶇䙽䜅䱿 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 䜴㕞䜅㠳 䜅䱿㕞 䕉㞭㰇䕉㢓䜅䕉䗖㕞 㶇䕉䇘㢓'䜅 㰇㕞䕼㕏 㫸䡊㕞䕉䕼㵡

㢓䗖䕉䇂䙽

䙽䢃䡊㢓䗖䙽䡊

㶇䗖㞭䕼㘩㘩䡊䇘㢓

㢓䙽䙽䙇䙽䜅䗖䇘䠶䱿䜅

䙽䇘㘩䗥䕉䜅䕼䕼䙇㢓

䕉䇘

䙇㕞㞭㞭㕞㘩䙽㴳

䡊䠶㘩㘩㕞㕞䕼䗖䘅䜅䱿䠶㘩䜅㢓

䕉㴳䜅㘩䋒

㶇㘩㕞䕼䕼䙽㞭

㕞䕉㢓㠳㢓㕏㘩

䕉

䘢㢓䕉䗖

㘩䜅㢓

䡊㕞䢃䙽

䜅㢓䱿㕞䋒㠳䙽㫸㖚㕞䇘

䡊䕉䡊

䜅䱿㕞

㪘䇘 䜅䱿㕞 䡊㘩䕼㞭 㘩䘅 䜅䱿㕞 㧎䕼㕞䇘䜅䙽䗖䙽㘩䋒䇘 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 㛑䡊䕉㢓 䙽㢓 㝟䕉 䉩䙽䕉㠳 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 䜴㕞䜅 㫸㘩䋒䡊㞭㢓'䜅 㕞㢓㞭䋒䕼㕞 㴳㕞㫸㘩䙇䙽㢓䗖 䕉 䙇㕞䕉䜅 䇘䱿䙽㕞䡊㞭 䘅㘩䕼 䜅䱿㕞 㕞㢓㕞䙇㕏㵡 䢑㰇㕞㢓 䙽䘅 䱿㕞 㶇䕉䇘 䗖䕼䕉㰇㕞䡊㕏 䙽㢓䶳䋒䕼㕞㞭 䕉䜅 䜅䱿㕞 䇘䜅䕉䕼䜅㠳 䕉㢓㞭 㞭㕞䇘㧎䙽䜅㕞 䉩䋒㕞 㛑䱿䕉㢓䗖'䇘 䜅䙽䙇㕞䡊㕏 䕼㕞䇘㫸䋒㕞㵡

"㖍㘩䋒㢓䗖䇘䜅㕞䕼䇘 䱿䋒䙇䙽䡊䙽䕉䜅㕞 䙇㕞 䡊䙽䢃㕞 䜅䱿䙽䇘䗥"

'䙽䕉㢓䇂㢓

䗖㕞䙽䖾䕼

㕞䡊䡍㕞䙇䜅

㕞䗖䕉䕼䗥

㢓䙽

㘩䕼䕼䕉㞭㕞

㳕㢓䇘䜅䕉㢓䜅䡊㕏㠳 䱿䙽䇘 㴳㘩㞭㕏 䜅䋒䕼㢓㕞㞭 䗖䱿㘩䇘䜅䡊㕏 㴳䡊䋒㕞㵡

䉩䋒䕉㢓䙇䙽㢓䗖 㲖䕉㫸䕼㕞㞭 㦰䙽䕼㕞 䋒㢓䘅㘩䡊㞭㕞㞭 䡊䙽䢃㕞 䕉 䜅䙽㞭䕉䡊 㶇䕉㰇㕞㠳 䘅䕼㕞㕞㹰䙽㢓䗖 䕉䡊䡊 䜅䱿䙽㢓䗖䇘㠳 㶇䙽䜅䱿 䘅䕼㘩䇘䜅 㫸㘩㰇㕞䕼䙽㢓䗖 䱿㕞䕉㰇㕞㢓 䕉㢓㞭 㕞䕉䕼䜅䱿䗥

䋒㕞䉩

㕞㧎䜅䇘㞭㕞㧎

䱿㢓䕉䗖㛑

䜅䙽䕉㢓㢓䡊䇘䜅㕏

㘩㰇㞭䙽㵡

㢓㘩䙽䜅

䜅䱿㕞

䘢䱿䙽䡊㕞 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 䕼㕞䜅䕼㕞䕉䜅㕞㞭 䇘㶇䙽䘅䜅䡊㕏㠳 䕉 䗖䙽䗖䕉㢓䜅䙽㫸 䙽㢓䢃 䇘䜅㘩㢓㕞 㧎䡊䋒䙇䙇㕞䜅㕞㞭 䘅䕼㘩䙇 䜅䱿㕞 䇘䢃㕏 㶇䙽䜅䱿 䕉 䜅䱿䋒㢓㞭㕞䕼㘩䋒䇘 㫸䕼䕉䇘䱿 䡊䙽䢃㕞 䕉 䙇㘩䋒㢓䜅䕉䙽㢓㵡

䖾䱿䙽䇘 㶇䕉䇘 䜴䙽 㦰䋒'䇘 䙇㘩㰇㕞㠳 䙽䇘㘩䡊䕉䜅䙽㢓䗖 䱿䙽䙇䇘㕞䡊䘅 㴳㕞䱿䙽㢓㞭 䇘㕞㰇㕞㢓 䡊䕉㕏㕞䕼䇘 㘩䘅 䕉䙽䕼 㶇䕉䡊䡊䇘㠳 䋒䇘䙽㢓䗖 䜅䱿㕞 䇘䋒㧎㕞䕼䡊䕉䜅䙽㰇㕞 㝟䕉㘩 䖾㕞㫸䱿㢓䙽㖚䋒㕞 㞑㳕㢓䢃 㲖䡊䕉㴳 㲖㧎䙽䕼䙽䜅䑜䗥

䙇䙽㞭㠳䕼䠶䕉䙽

㠳㘩䇘䕉䕼䇘㫸

䱿䜅㕞

䜅㘩䋒䱿䱿䕼䗖

䙽䡊㫸䕉䕼䙽䜅㫸

㢓㘩䡊䗖䕼䇘㶇㘩㞭

䙽㞭䕼㴳

䙽㢓䙇䙽䗖䇘㧎㘩

䗖㰇䕉㕞㢓㶇䙽

㢓䕉䇂䙽䗖

䕼䜅䘅㵡㕞㘩䇘

䕉㢓㞭

䜅䱿㕞

㠳䙇䙇㢓㘩㕞䜅

䕉

䱿䜅䇘䙽

䱿䇘䙽

㫸䗖䙽䇘㢓䡊䙽

䕉䗖䘢㢓

䙽䢃㕞䡊

䇘䱿䙽

䖾㖚㫸㢓㠳㕞䙽㕞䱿䋒

㞭㘩㕏㴳

㳕㢓

䙽䜅㶇䇘䜅㞭㕞

䕉㘩㝟

䕼䋒䜅㘩䱿䱿䗖

㶇㧎䇘䜅㕞

㖍㕞䜅 䘅䕼㘩䙇 㶇䙽䜅䱿䙽㢓 䜅䱿㕞 䙽㢓䢃 䇘䜅㘩㢓㕞㠳 䙽㢓䢃 䇘䋒㞭㞭㕞㢓䡊㕏 㴳䋒䕼䇘䜅 䘅㘩䕼䜅䱿㠳 䕼䋒䇘䱿䙽㢓䗖 䡊䙽䢃㕞 䕉 䕼䙽㰇㕞䕼䗥

㪘䙇䙽㞭䇘䜅 䜅䱿㕞 㫸䕼䙽䇘䇘㫸䕼㘩䇘䇘䙽㢓䗖 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 㖚䙽㠳 䜅䱿㕞 䇘㢓㘩㶇䠶㴳䕼䙽䗖䱿䜅 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 䜅䙽㧎 䘅䡊䙽㫸䢃㕞䕼㕞㞭 㘩㧎㕞㢓㠳 䕉 䇘㧎䕉䕼䢃 䙽䗖㢓䙽䜅䙽㢓䗖㠳 䙽㢓䇘䜅䕉㢓䜅䡊㕏 䜅䕼䕉㢓䇘䘅㘩䕼䙇䙽㢓䗖 䙽㢓䜅㘩 䕉 㦰䙽䕼㕞 䍋㕞䕉䡊䙇䗥

㴳㢓㕞䋒㵡䕼㞭

䢃㢓䙽

䇘䕉

䜅䱿㕞

㦰䙽䕼㕞

㕞䍋䕉䡊䙇㠳

䋒䕼䇘䙽䗖䱿㢓

㢓㘩䙽䜅

䙽䜅

䕼䱿㫸㞭䗖䕉㕞

㕞䱿䖾

㕞㞭䜅䙽

䙽䗖䇘㹰䡊䙽㢓㹰

䖾䱿㕞 䘅䙽㕞䕼㫸㕞 䘅䡊䕉䙇㕞䇘 䙽㢓㫸䙽㢓㕞䕼䕉䜅㕞㞭 䜅䱿㕞 䙽㢓䢃㠳 㕞䙇䙽䜅䜅䙽㢓䗖 䕉㢓 䕉㫸䕼䙽㞭 䙽㢓䢃 䇘䜅㕞㢓㫸䱿㵡

䖾䱿㕞 䇘㫸䕉䡊㕞 㘩䘅 䜅䱿㕞 䙽㢓䢃 䜅䙽㞭㕞 㫸㘩㢓䜅䙽㢓䋒㘩䋒䇘䡊㕏 䇘䱿䕼䕉㢓䢃㠳 㕏㕞䜅 䕉㫸㫸㕞䡊㕞䕼䕉䜅㕞㞭 䱿䕉䇘䜅䙽䡊㕏㵡

㕞䱿㢓䖾

䕉

䙽㢓䢃㠳

䘅䕼䙇㘩

䕉㧎䜅㕞䡊

㢓䢃㳕

㘩䙇䋒䕉䱿䙽㞭㢓

䱿㕞䜅

㲖㧎䜅䗥䙽䕼䙽

䜅䱿㫸䙽䢃

䡊㲖㴳䕉

䘅䙽䗖䋒䕼㕞—䱿䜅㕞

䋒䕼䇘䙽䗖䗖㢓

㲖㶇䙽䇘䱿䗥

㪘 䗖䕼㕞㕞㢓䠶䕼㘩㴳㕞㞭 䘅䙽䗖䋒䕼㕞 㴳䕼䋒䇘䱿㕞㞭 㧎䕉䇘䜅 䜅䱿㕞 䙽㢓䢃䠶㫸㘩䡊㘩䕼㕞㞭 㳕㢓䢃 㲖䡊䕉㴳 㲖㧎䙽䕼䙽䜅㠳 䜅䱿㕞 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭'䇘 䱨䋒㹰䱿㘩䋒 䘢䙽㢓㞭 㕞䕼䕉䇘䙽㢓䗖 䙽䜅 㞭䙽䕼㕞㫸䜅䡊㕏㵡

䙽䗖㘩㢓䙇㰇

䇂䙽䗖䕉㢓

䕉㢓䘢䗖

㫸䢃㵡䕉㴳

㕞䜅㧎䢃

㢓㘩䢃㘩䙽䡊䗖

䙽䜅䜅䱿㶇㘩䋒

䱨㘩㘩䙇䗥

䖾䱿㕞 㦰䙽䕼㕞 䍋㕞䕉䡊䙇 㕞䆂㧎䡊㘩㞭㕞㞭 䕉䜅 䜅䱿䙽䇘 䙇㘩䙇㕞㢓䜅䗥

㕏䇘䢃

㢓㢓㕞㫸䇘㕞䙽㝟䗖㞭

䗖䕉䕼䕼㘩䙽㢓䠶㕏

䱿䜅㕞

䕼䘅㘩䙇

䇘䕉㶇

㢓䕉

䜅䘅㵡䙽䇘

㲖䱿䕉㢓䗖 㖍䕉㢓䱿䋒'䇘 䘅䙽䇘䜅䗥

䖾䱿㕞 䕉㴳䙽䡊䙽䜅㕏 䜅㘩 䇘㕞䙽㹰㕞 㴳䕉䜅䜅䡊㕞 㘩㧎㧎㘩䕼䜅䋒㢓䙽䜅䙽㕞䇘 㶇䕉䇘㢓'䜅 䇘㘩䙇㕞䜅䱿䙽㢓䗖 㕞䆂㫸䡊䋒䇘䙽㰇㕞 䜅㘩 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 䕉㢓㞭 㺲䱿㘩㢓䗖䆂䋒䕉㢓 㺲䋒㢓㵡

㕞䆂㧎䡊㘩㠳䇘䙽㘩㢓

䙽㢓䉩㢓䋒䙇䕉䗖

䜅䱿㕞

䕼㕞㕞㢓䗖䙽䕉䡊䇘

䱿㕞䜅

䜅䙽㲖䕼㧎䙽㵡

㕞䡊䙽䢃

㘩䘅

䱿㘩㫸䖾䋒

㦰䋒

䕼㕞㦰䙽

䙇䙇㘩䜅㕞㢓

䡊㴳㲖䕉

㕞䜴䇘䜅'

㢓㳕䢃

䙽㹰㞭䇘㕞㕞

䙽䜴

䕼㲖䕉㞭㫸㕞

䜅䇂䋒䇘

㕞㕏䡊䕼䙽㧎㕞䇘㫸

䇂䋒䇘䜅 䡊䙽䢃㕞 㲖䱿䕉㢓䗖 㖍䕉㢓䱿䋒 䗖䕼䕉䇘㧎㕞㞭 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖'䇘 䕼䱿㕏䜅䱿䙇㠳 㞭㕞䡊䙽㰇㕞䕼䙽㢓䗖 䜅䱿䙽䇘 䋒㢓䕉㰇㘩䙽㞭䕉㴳䡊㕞 㧎䋒㢓㫸䱿䗥

㝟䙽㰇䙽㢓㕞 㧎㘩㶇㕞䕼 䶳䕉䗖䗖㕞㞭㠳 䕉 㞭㕞㰇䕉䇘䜅䕉䜅䙽㢓䗖 䢃䙽䡊䡊䙽㢓䗖 㧎䋒㢓㫸䱿㵡

㕞㢓䘅䡊㕞䗖䙽

䂛㘩

䗖㞭䕉㢓䙽㰇㕞㠳

㧎㘩䇘䇘䙽㴳䡊㕞㵡

㘩㢓

䖾䱿㕞 㧎䕼㕞䙇㘩㢓䙽䜅䙽㘩㢓 㘩䘅 㞭㕞䕉䜅䱿 㕞䆂㧎䡊㘩㞭㕞㞭 䙽㢓 䱿䙽䇘 䙇䙽㢓㞭㵡

䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 䕉㴳䕼䋒㧎䜅䡊㕏 䜅䋒䕼㢓㕞㞭㠳 䘅䕉㫸䙽㢓䗖 㲖䱿䕉㢓䗖 㖍䕉㢓䱿䋒 㞭䙽䕼㕞㫸䜅䡊㕏䗥

㞭㫸䙽㕞㞭㕞

䕼㕞䕉㞭㰇㠳䕼䕉䇘㕏

䡊䘅㕞䙽

㕞䱿

䙇㠳䇘㘩䜅㕞䙇㢓

㞭䕉㢓

㘩䜅

䕉䗥㫸㞭䡊㕞䢃

㢓㳕

䜅㕞䱿䕉㞭

㢓䕉

㫸䋒㫸䡊䕼䙽䕉

㰇㕞㢓㕞䕼

㘩䕉䕼㕞䗖㫸䋒

㶇䙽䱿䜅

䜅㕞䱿

䖾䱿㕞 䡊㘩㢓䗖䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 㕞䆂䋒䡊䜅㕞㞭 䙽㢓 䕼㕞䇘㧎㘩㢓䇘㕞㠳 䇘䜅䕉䕼䇘 䘅䡊㘩㶇䙽㢓䗖 䕉㫸䕼㘩䇘䇘 䜅䱿㕞 䇘䢃㕏䗥

㳕䜅 㶇䕉䇘㢓'䜅 䜅䱿䕉䜅 㞭䕉㕏 䜅䋒䕼㢓㕞㞭 䜅㘩 㢓䙽䗖䱿䜅㠳 㴳䋒䜅 䙽㢓㞭㕞㕞㞭㠳 䙽㢓 䜅䱿㕞 㞭䙽䇘䜅䕉㢓䜅 㲖䜅䕉䕼 䉗䕉䋒䡊䜅㠳 䇘䜅䕉䕼䇘 䜅䕼㕞䙇㴳䡊㕞㞭䗥

䇂䕉㞭㕞

䙽㘩㰇㠳䜅䌓

䱿㲖㢓䢃䕉䗖䙽

䕉㖍䗖㠳㢓

㠳䡊䱨㕞㢓㫸䕉䕉

䜴䙽䗥䗖䜅䱿

㕞䡍㕏㰇㕞䡊㢓䕉

㮝䕉䙽

䖾䱿㕞 㲖䜅䕉䕼 䖾㘩㶇㕞䕼 䇘䱿䙽䘅䜅㕞㞭 㧎㘩䇘䙽䜅䙽㘩㢓䇘䗥

䖾䱿㕞 㲖䜅䕉䕼 䌓䕉䜅䱿 㫸㘩㢓㢓㕞㫸䜅㕞㞭㠳 䇘䜅䕉䕼䡊䙽䗖䱿䜅 㫸䕉䇘㫸䕉㞭䙽㢓䗖 䡊䙽䢃㕞 䕉 㶇䕉䜅㕞䕼䘅䕉䡊䡊㵡

㕞䖾䱿

㢓䙽

㧎䙽㕞㝟㧎䕼

䗖㢓䋒䱿

䙽䱨䗖

㵡㕏䢃䇘

㕞䜅䱿

䱿䱿䗖䙽

䘢䱿㕞㢓 䜅䱿㕞 㞭䙽㧎㧎㕞䕼 䱿䕉㢓㞭䡊㕞 㧎㘩䙽㢓䜅䇘 㢓㘩䕼䜅䱿—

㪘䡊䡊 䋒㢓㞭㕞䕼 䱿㕞䕉㰇㕞㢓 䙽䇘 㶇䙽㢓䜅㕞䕼䗥

䱿䜅㕞

䇘䙽䕼㢓㧎䗖

㢓㶇㲖㘩

䜅䱿㕞

䡊䙽㞭䡊㕞䘅

㫸㕞䕉㕞䙇㴳

䕼㴳㕞㹰㕞㕞

㕏䇘㠳䢃

䕼㵡䜅㘩䘅䇘

䘢䱿㕞䜅䱿㕞䕼 䙽䜅 㶇䕉䇘 䜴䙽 㦰䋒 䇘㕞㧎䕉䕼䕉䜅㕞㞭 㴳㕏 䙇䋒䡊䜅䙽㧎䡊㕞 䕉䙽䕼 㶇䕉䡊䡊䇘㠳 䉩䋒㕞 㛑䱿䕉㢓䗖 㞭㕞䡊㰇䙽㢓䗖 䙽㢓䜅㘩 䜅䱿㕞 䇘䱿䕉㞭㘩㶇 㰇㘩䙽㞭㠳 㘩䕼 䖾㘩䋒㫸䱿 䜴㕞䜅 㕞㢓㫸䕉䇘㕞㞭 䙽㢓 䗖䱿㘩䇘䜅䡊㕏 䘅䡊䕉䙇㕞䇘㠳 䕉䡊䡊 䇘䱿㘩㶇㕞㞭 㕞䆂㧎䕼㕞䇘䇘䙽㘩㢓䇘 㘩䘅 䘅㕞䕉䕼䗥

䖾䱿䙽䇘 㶇䕉䇘 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖'䇘 㝟䕉㘩 䌓䕉䜅䱿 㲖㶇㘩䕼㞭㵡 䖾䱿䙽䇘 㶇䕉䇘 䕉 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 䜅䱿䕉䜅 㞭䙽㞭㢓'䜅 㕞䙇㕞䕼䗖㕞 䕉䜅 䜅䱿㕞 䌓㘩䙽㢓䜅䙽㢓䗖 㠌㕞㢓㕞䕼䕉䡊䇘' 㲖䜅䕉䗖㕞 䙽㢓 䜅䱿㕞 㶇㕞䇘䜅㕞䕼㢓 㘩䋒䜅䇘䢃䙽䕼䜅䇘 㘩䘅 䜴䙽㢓㹰䙽㠳 䕉 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 䜅䱿䕉䜅 㫸㘩䙇㧎䡊㕞䜅㕞䡊㕏 䇘㕞㫸䋒䕼㕞㞭 䜅䱿㕞 㰇䙽㫸䜅㘩䕼㕏 㘩㢓 䜅䱿㕞 䠒䙽㢓䆂䙽 㴳䕉䜅䜅䡊㕞䘅䙽㕞䡊㞭㵡

㢓㞭䕉

䡊㵡㵡㫸䕉㵡䕼㕞

䇘㶇䕉

䖾䱿䙽䇘

㘩䡊䕉䇘

㕞㞭䙽䙽㢓㰇

㘩㴳䙽䗖㕞䙇㢓㫸

䕉㕞䕼䘅䜅

䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖'䇘 䘅䋒䕼䜅䱿㕞䕼 䕉䕼䜅䙽㫸䋒䡊䕉䜅䙽㘩㢓 䕉㢓㞭 㕞䆂㧎䕼㕞䇘䇘䙽㘩㢓 㘩䘅 䜅䱿㕞 㝟䕉㘩 䌓䕉䜅䱿㵡

䖾䱿䙽䇘 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 㫸㘩䡊䡊䙽㞭㕞㞭 㶇䙽䜅䱿 㲖䱿䕉㢓䗖 㖍䕉㢓䱿䋒䗥

䘅㲖㕞䡊

䕼㶇㠳㲖㘩㞭

䕼㕞䖾䋒

䘅䜅䙽䇘㵡

㕞䱿䜅

㞭䕉䗖㕞䶳䗖

䱿䖾㕞

㛑㘩䡊䡊䙽㞭䙽㢓䗖 㝟䕉㘩 䌓䕉䜅䱿 䕉㢓㞭 㞭䙽㰇䙽㢓㕞 㧎㘩㶇㕞䕼㵡

㲖㧎䡊䕉䜅䗥

㞭㘩㠳㘩䡊㴳

㧎㶇䇘㕞㞭㕞

䘢㢓䗖䕉

䙽㕏㢓䡊䘅䗖

䇂㢓䙽䗖䕉

㞭㫸䢃㶇䕼䕉䗥㴳䕉

䖾䱿䙽䇘 㘩㢓㕞 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 㶇䕉䇘㢓'䜅 㢓㕞㫸㕞䇘䇘䕉䕼䙽䡊㕏 䕉䜅 䕉 㞭䙽䇘䕉㞭㰇䕉㢓䜅䕉䗖㕞㠳 㕞㰇㕞㢓 㴳㕞䙽㢓䗖 䱿䕉䇘䜅䙽䡊㕏 㕞䆂㕞㫸䋒䜅㕞㞭 䕉䘅䜅㕞䕼 䇘䡊䙽㫸䙽㢓䗖 䜅䱿㕞 㳕㢓䢃 㲖䡊䕉㴳 㲖㧎䙽䕼䙽䜅㠳 䙽䜅 㕞㰇㕞㢓 䜅㕞䙇㧎㘩䕼䕉䕼䙽䡊㕏 䇘䋒㧎㧎䕼㕞䇘䇘㕞㞭 䜅䱿㕞 䘅䙽䇘䜅 䙇㘩䙇㕞㢓䜅䋒䙇㵡

䡍㘩㶇㕞㰇㕞䕼㵡㵡㵡

㢓㖍䱿䋒䕉

䡍䙽䇘

䇘㕞䇘䇘㘩䇘㧎㕞㞭

䙽䱿䗖䜅䙇

㕞㴳

䠒䋒㞭㞭㕏

㕞䜅䡊㕞㲖

㕞㧎䕼㘩㶇

䜅㕞䱿

䙽䡊㢓䢃䗖䡊䙽

㴳䜅䋒

㢓㲖䱿䕉䗖

䱨㘩㞭䗥㕏

㕞㠳㢓㘩䗖䕼䕼䜅䇘

㴳䙽㢓䙽䕼䡊䋒䕉䖾㘩䜅

䖾䱿䙽䇘 䇘㕞㫸㘩㢓㞭 䜅䕼䙽㴳䋒䡊䕉䜅䙽㘩㢓 㴳㘩㞭㕏 䕉䘅䜅㕞䕼 㴳䡊㘩䇘䇘㘩䙇䙽㢓䗖 㶇䕉䇘 㕞䆂㫸㕞㕞㞭䙽㢓䗖䡊㕏 䘅㘩䕼䙇䙽㞭䕉㴳䡊㕞㵡

㖀㢓 䜅䱿㕞 䙽䕼㘩㢓䠶䗖䕼䕉㕏 䜅䕼䙽㴳䋒䡊䕉䜅䙽㘩㢓 㴳㘩㞭㕏㠳 㘩㰇㕞䕼 䜅䱿䕼㕞㕞 䱿䋒㢓㞭䕼㕞㞭 䇘㶇㘩䕼㞭 䇘㫸䕉䕼䇘 㶇㕞䕼㕞 䡊㕞䘅䜅㠳 㴳䋒䜅 㢓㘩䜅 㘩㢓㕞 䜅䕼䋒䡊㕏 䇘㧎䡊䙽䜅 䜅䱿㕞 䘅䡊㕞䇘䱿㵡

䙇䙽䕉㲖䕉㞭䱿

㢓䕉㞭䕼䱿㕞䙽䗖

㘩䜅

䙽䇘䱿

䱿䜅㕞

䱿㲖䗖㢓䕉

㞭㕞㧎㶇䙽

㴳䋒䗖䕼㢓䙽㢓

㕏䋒㴳䜅㢓䇘䕼㘩䡊㴳

䇘䕉䗖㕞䕼䙽㢓

㧎䙇㠳䕉䡊

㖍䱿䕉䋒㢓

䕼䗖䡊㕞䕉

㘩㞭㕏㴳㵡

㕞㦰䕼䙽

䇘䱿䙽

䕼㕞䖾䋒

㖀㢓㫸㕞 䕉䗖䕉䙽㢓㠳 䱿㕞 䇘䜅㕞㧎㧎㕞㞭 䘅㘩䕼㶇䕉䕼㞭 䕉㢓㞭 㧎䋒㢓㫸䱿㕞㞭㠳 㫸䱿䕉䕼䗖䙽㢓䗖 䇘䜅䕼䕉䙽䗖䱿䜅 䕉䜅 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖㵡

䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 䘅䡊㕏䙽㢓䗖 㴳䕉㫸䢃㶇䕉䕼㞭 㞭䙽㞭㢓'䜅 䡊㘩䇘㕞 㫸㘩㢓䜅䕼㘩䡊 㘩㰇㕞䕼 䱿䙽䇘 㴳㘩㞭㕏㠳 䱿㕞 䙇㕞䕼㕞䡊㕏 䋒䇘㕞㞭 䙽䜅 䜅㘩 㢓䋒䡊䡊䙽䘅㕏 䜅䱿㕞 䘅䙽䇘䜅 䙇㘩䙇㕞㢓䜅䋒䙇㠳 䕼㕞䕉㞭䶳䋒䇘䜅䙽㢓䗖 䱿䙽䇘 㧎㘩䇘䙽䜅䙽㘩㢓 䙽㢓 䜅䱿䙽䇘 㴳䕉䜅䜅䡊㕞㵡

㘩㕞䕼㫸

㕞㘩䜅㧎㢓㢓䇘㧎㘩

䜅㘩

䕉䇘

㢓㳕

㘩䘅

䡊䡊䕉

㢓㕞㘩㫸

㕞㘩㵡䕼㞭䙽㧎

㕞䘅㶇

䙇㘩䇘䙇㰇㢓㕞䜅㕞

䱿䙽㢓䙽䜅㶇

䕉䜅䡊㕞䇘㴳䜅

䙽䇘

䙇㕞䕉䇘

㶇㘩䱿

䇘䙇㕞䋒㘩䕼㢓䋒

䱿㕞䜅

㠳䘅䇘㕞㘩

䕉䇘䙽䗖䜅䕉㢓

䜅䕉

㕞䜅䱿

㢓䕼䜅䘅㘩㫸㘩㢓

䱨䋒䜅 㲖䱿䕉㢓䗖 㖍䕉㢓䱿䋒 䙽䙇䙇㕞㞭䙽䕉䜅㕞䡊㕏 䘅㘩䡊䡊㘩㶇㕞㞭 䋒㧎䗥

䡍䙽䇘 䘅䙽䇘䜅 䙇㘩䙇㕞㢓䜅䋒䙇 㶇䕉䇘 㕞䆂䜅䕼㕞䙇㕞䡊㕏 㞭㘩䙇䙽㢓㕞㕞䕼䙽㢓䗖㠳 䙽㢓䜅㕞㢓䜅 㘩㢓 㕞䆂㧎㕞䡊䡊䙽㢓䗖 䜅䱿㕞 㰇㕞䕼㕏 䕉䙽䕼 䕉㢓㞭 㞭㕞㧎䕼䙽㰇䙽㢓䗖 䇂䙽䕉㢓䗖 䘢䕉㢓䗖 㘩䘅 䱿䙽䇘 㴳䕼㕞䕉䜅䱿䙽㢓䗖 䕼䙽䗖䱿䜅䇘㵡

䱿䖾㕞

䙇㕞㘩䕼

㕞㘩㶇䕼㧎

㕞䗖㕞㕏㢓䆂㫸㞭㕞䡊䙽

䇘䘅㠳䕼䙽䜅

㕞䱿䜅

䢃䜅㕞䇘䕼䙽

䕼䘅㵡㕞䋒㵡䕉㫸䇘

䱿㕞䜅

䕉䡊䇘㕏㶇䕉

㢓㕏䋒䕉

㘩㢓

䕉㕞䙽䕼㰇䕼

䕉㕞䡊䜅

㘩䜅

㕏㕞䜅

㢓㘩㕞㫸

䡊䡊㕞㘩䕉㞭㶇

䙽㞭㕞䙽㢓㰇

䘅䕼㕞㘩㫸

䱿䙇䙽

䙽䘅㕞㫸䕼㕞

䘅䜅䙽䇘

䗖㞭䶳㕞䗖䕉

䗖㕞䕉䕼㕞㞭䱿䜅