Throne of Shadows

There was a rumbling sound, and the stones were flying.

The desolate moonlight illuminates Dong Chen under the broken statue, and the one holding him down is a woman who bends a bow and shoots an arrow.I say that because of the half towering chest, and as for the head, sorry, it's missing.

Dongchen coughed up blood, and his back hurt like hell.Fortunately, it was a blunt injury, not a scratch.

Although there is no need to worry about infection, Dong Chen has to fight for the things in front of him.

Master Bujie who just got up stood aside, he did not help Dongchen, but was fully on guard.Panting in pain, Dongchen quietly clenched the hilt of his sword, and at the same time put aside the steering wheel that he had just desperately protected.In the next battle, if you hold it in your hand, it is very likely to be damaged.

The whistling that pierced the air still resounded from time to time.

Enemies are fast.

Can fly.

If it is a land creature, Dongchen can't think of anything that can have such a speed and can hide so well.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but the monster never showed up.

Dongchen felt his body gradually go numb.

The statue was pressed against the body for too long, and symptoms of poor blood flow began to appear.

Try to move, only feel numb and weak.

Giving up struggling, Dongchen didn't call for power, he wanted to kill the invisible monster once.

Only by enduring the unbearable of ordinary people can we get the reward of surpassing ordinary people.

His breathing became slower and slower, and half of his body gradually lost consciousness.Dongchen gritted his teeth, he firmly believed that monsters would definitely appear.

The long wait was not in vain, just when Dongchen was about to pass out, Master Bujie moved.With a roar, it pierced into the air with ripples visible to the naked eye.

A monster dressed in full body knight armor and with gray fleshy wings appeared.

"Die!" The long wait was for this moment.

The headless statue collapsed, and a fang-like light trail pierced the sky.

This is a sword that has been suppressed for a long time, this is a sword that is desperate for life.However, this sword was empty.

The speed of the monster was beyond imagination, dragging afterimages, and slid far away without hurting a single hair.What makes people even more desperate is its slowly disappearing body.

It can be invisible!

"Come out to the poor monk!" At the critical moment, the blind monk broke out again.

Tie him up!Zanna!

The cracked ground, the red knees that shoot straight into the sky.The monk of non-discipline appeared next to the monster as if he had no weight, beating violently like a storm, with clanging metal roars.The monster shook and trembled uncontrollably, unable to fight back, Dongchen's eyes widened as he watched from the sidelines.

"This cheap master is really extraordinary!"

Knee hits, elbow hits, punches, leg cuts, the non-restraint monk hits more and more smoothly and fiercely in mid-air.

Hum!

Oolong wags its tail.

With a volley upside down and a full swing to end, the Bujie monk reversed and retreated to Dongchen's side amidst the roar.

"Dead?"

"do not know."

While washing away the pain in his back with energy, he looked at the deep pit full of rocks and dust.

Dongchen held the sword cautiously, did not step forward, just fooled someone else once, Dongchen didn't want to be fooled by others.An intuition told Dongchen that the matter would not end so easily.

"Sinners, the glory of knights cannot be desecrated. Dedicate everything to the Lord, and the Lord will give everything. Sinners, repent before the Lord's believers!"

Dust rolled, and the marble floor splashed everywhere.

Dongchen and Monk Bujie quickly backed away from each other.

The storm passed.

Out of the dust soaring into the sky, a figure stepped out, it was the knight from just now.

"Lord, grant me glory and destroy all evil in the world."

Wufeng's two-handed knight's sword dragged on the ground, making a low-pitched friction.Dong Chen felt unnatural chills in his body. This sword was originally an ornament on a statue, and there are many such weapons in this square.But, how did this sword become the glory of the Lord?Moreover, the guy who is obviously infected in front of him doesn't look like a kind person.

God is blind.

Without any respect for the gods, Dongchen clenched the sharp blade in his hand, slowly moved his left foot back, and bent down.

"The Lord has given me power, and I will fight sinners without reservation."

Holy Cross piercing!

The fleshy wings trembled wildly, the knight held the sword in both hands, and opened his mouth shut, the knight rushed towards Dongchen with a strong wind.

Tap your feet, step sideways.

The wind blade cut on the face, and there was a tearing pain.

Dong Chen, who dodged at the nick of time, was kicked by the knight and flew away before he could draw his sword, smashing through three statues before stopping.The Bujie monk who arrived afterward only caught an afterimage.

The knight flew high into the sky, with his arms wide open, as if he could embrace the whole world: "Praise my lord, my lord is omnipotent. Under the radiance of the lord, I will bravely face powerful enemies."

As soon as the words fell, the figure turned upside down and swooped down, and the knight who had suffered a big loss went away as soon as he touched it, which made Dongchen's master and apprentice lose their temper at all.

"Master, think of a way. He's too fast!" Once again, Dongchen was thrown into the air by the knight, roaring as he got up.

The speed is not fast, the non-discipline monk who can only explode, nodded, put his hands together in front of his chest, and quickly formed a seal.

South, Sanmando cuts and slaps, fierce!

The whole body is blue and blue, holding a sword in his right hand and a lock in his left hand, his eyes go up and down, surrounded by flames, and the frowning Buddha statue rises from behind.Fudo Mingwang Dharmakaya, which was much more illusory than before, raised his left hand and threw the golden steel lock at the knight.

Faced with the sudden attack, the knight fanned his wings wildly, and his figure kept flashing between the statues, sometimes flying high and sometimes falling low.The illusory chains fluttered and chased after him, following the flip of the blind monk's handprints, they pierced through the chest like a sharp arrow.

"kill him!"

In just three words, the corners of his mouth were already bleeding.

Knowing that the opportunity is rare, Dongchen sang the mantra loudly:

Nanwu, Sanmando, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!

As soon as he entered the madness, his strength soared, he leaned over to put the sword back in its sheath, sank to his waist, and the energy flow visible to the naked eye swarmed.

The knight was struggling, he felt in danger.

Taraka!

A mouthful of blood spewed out along with the mantra, and the seal of the undisciplined monk, whose face was like golden paper, changed again, and the illusory chains had a tendency to develop into reality.

The knight glanced at his chest lightly, and resolutely raised his two-handed sword: "In the face of a strong enemy, be fearless! Be brave and loyal, worthy of God! A coward is not worthy of the honorary title of knight. I will fearlessly declare war on evil. "

After the announcement, the fearless knight, ignoring Dongchen's threat, flapped his flesh and launched a desperate charge at the monk Bujie.

"Heretic, accept the punishment of the believer of the Lord."

Facing the dying monster, Monk Bujie remained indifferent, and calmly sang the mantra again:

Mosa binds his evil emperor Pi Yao!

Facing life and death directly, the face is like a quiet lake without any waves.

Everything in the world has the fear of death.In the face of life and death, it is extremely difficult for any creature to maintain a normal state and maintain a normal mind.Why is the non-precept monk like this, why can he do this? Is it Buddhism or something else?

That tranquility, that leisurely, deeply shocked Dongchen.

Others may not understand, but Dongchen understands!Monk Bujie left the hope of living to him, a disciple who had just entered Buddhism, a disciple who had only called him master.

worth?not worth it?

A teardrop fell, and Dong Chen drew out his sword.