Death Sutra

Gu Shenwei has never had a real master. His father indulges him. Xue Niang uses him. Iron Hanfeng is more like a partner. He is alone in the wilderness of martial arts. He occasionally encounters such a sorrowful colleague of the Dutch woman and the old man. Those who will soon part ways.

After six years of painstaking cultivation, Gu Shenwei feels that the dead man has come to an end. He can make the knife in his hand more stable and faster, but he can no longer understand more profound truths, even if the lotus girl is sober-minded. It can't help him either. The dead man is now a land of fine farming, and he has a good harvest every year, but there is no room for increase.

Therefore, when Zihe’s words were exported, Gu Shen’s first reaction was not to think, but to guard, and the body leaned back, and the corner of the eye swept away to the narrow knife. “You have also heard of the Great Sword through?"

Real people don't care about the murders that are close at hand, but they are closer. "It's not a secret. You can know more when you ask. You can rest assured that I am eighty years old. Even if I can make people become immortals, I can make people become immortals. I have no energy to practice, I just give you a reminder."

"Do you know a lot about the Great Sword?"

"Oh, you are so suspicious, you have to starve to death sooner or later, come with your ear, I will pass you a few tricks, first pass today."

The opposite crowd is looking forward to it frequently. Luo Pingji is escaping from the suspicion and facing the two. He is talking to Zhou Huaiyu whisperingly, and he seems to appreciate his choice.

Gu Shenwei bent a little, Zihe real person picked up his feet and licked a few words in his ear, and finally said: "That's it, believe me, you use it, don't believe me... you try it, anyway, it doesn't hurt you." ”

Gu Shenwei was undecided, walked into the venue, the crowd calmed down, and Luo Pingji turned. I said to the real person of Zihe: "Is there still something to say about the old god? Let's pour out a brain."

"There is one sentence left, it is said to you: not available, can not be hard-resistance, the essence of possession, not hurt." Then grinned, very proud. I feel that these few words are catchy, and it is a famous saying.

Luo Pingji frowned, vaguely feeling that the old **** was sarcastic, and Zhou Huaiyu behind him whispered: "The brother of Luo is not surprised, this is the opening mouth of Gu Shenzhang, there is no intention."

Zhou Huaiyu wants to alleviate the dissatisfaction of Luo’s family. The real person listens in the ear and whispered, “I’m not what I came up with?” Oh, yes, I can remember that the former mouth is good, how can I edit it? New? Oh, old, too old..."

Luo Pingji ignored the embarrassment of the old gods, stepped on the field, and made a gesture of arching his hands. "Please ask the Dragon King to pick up my Luo Jiabi."

Gu Shen has some doubts in her heart. Shunkou said: "If you pick me up, it’s a trick."

"Hey." Luo Pingji was angry. If you don't talk, you will continue to push the waves as a starting point. Because the Dragon King steals this trick, he must use this trick to defeat him.

Gu Shen is on the left hand and the right hand is on the bottom. What made it out was a move in the south, and Zhou Huaiyu, who was opposite, looked in his eyes, and his mouth slammed up. The dragon king’s posture was slightly shaped, and the charm of the palm of his hand did not exist. The old gods even confuse the mouths of their own gods, and the teachings of the gods are bound to be messy.

Gu Shenwei said that it would be a good idea to win the game. Luo Pingji was not polite. The first move made full effort. It was really a choppy wave. There were still more than ten steps from the enemy. The provoked palm wind was the sound of the wind and thunder. He has been immersed in the practice of Qiankun for many years. Although he can't reach the level of eleven times of his brother Luo Pingying, he can make up to nine times at most. One wave pushes a wave, and the power is either yin or yang, making the enemy Avoid it.

The audience has already become cautious. This time, they still can't help but scream. The Luo family masters are well-deserved. The same trick, in the hands of Luo Pingji, is more than a hundred times stronger than the dragon's half-truth.

Gu Shen was waiting for it, until the enemy broke into the close range, his arms suddenly danced.

In an instant, Gu Shenwei seems to have grown out of thousands of arms, not a palm, but dozens of palms or even a hundred palms, first resolve the enemy's palms, and then defend against attack.

Everyone saw it with their eyes, and for a moment they were silent.

Luo Pingji was also taken aback. Regardless of whether the Dragon King’s move was a slap in the face, it was not a simple imitation.

Long Wang fast, Luo Jiabi wave is not slow, Luo Pingji changed to respond, with the "following waves" to pick up, almost caught each palm.

"Almost" is a strange word that sounds good. It is also good for most people, but in the current situation of Luo Pingji, it has a fatal meaning.

Gu Shen took the palm of his hand, spit out a sigh of relief, stepped on the seven stars, and stepped back seven steps. I thought that this is really a hegemonic martial art. It is a miracle that the purple crane is a man who hangs down and swears.

After Gu Shenwei had finished nearly two hundred strokes of the gods, she was more and more diminished. On the contrary, she was more versatile. This was the opposite of the law, and it was extremely consuming. Although she had only one move, Gu Shenwei felt that the veins were stirring. He needs luck to reconcile. He retreats in a seven-star step, using the method of Hehe’s hard work.

"Seventy-three." Luo Pingji said that although he had a few palms, he looked normal.

"You count very clearly." Gu Shenwei did send out seventy-three palms and hit ten times.

The purple crane is a real voice: "Luo Jiazi, do as I said, don't be stubborn."

How could Luo Pingji not be reluctant? He is a hidden family. Although he is no longer walking in the rivers and lakes, he is more concerned about his reputation than he used to be. He took a deep breath and did not retreat. He said: "The dragon king is good at the law, but the outcome is not divided. Let's fight again."

Gu Shenwei shook his head. "You have lost."

Luo Pingji sneered a few times and was very disdainful.

Those viewers can't see the truth, and they believe that they are all stunned. "How did you lose? Luo brothers clearly did not hurt." "No, it is the Dragon King who lost. He said that he won a game and he did not win. That is losing."

The left manor of the Yuqing faction noticed that Zhou Huaiyu’s face was discolored and asked: “Zhou Shixiong, who are you talking about who wins? And the dragon’s slap in the face seems to be different from you.”

Zhou Huaiyu is speechless. The dragon king’s slap in the face is indeed a bit weird. It’s fast enough, but the fast method is different from the squatting skills. It’s like the time is interrupted, and the dragon’s fast is just pure. The difference between the two is superficial and the internal exercises are quite different.

"Let's wait a little longer." Zhou Huaiyu said that the characteristics of the law are not only strange, but also have unique features. He wants to see Luo Pingji's reaction.

Luo Pingji once again put on the momentum of pushing the waves, he can not admit defeat. Can not retreat, this contest is related to Locke and his personal reputation, as well as the expectations of the Dragon Slayer, he must win, at least prove that he did not lose.

Gu Shen is standing still, or does not mean to do it.

Zihe real people have some self-knowledge, and said to the local disciples in the crowd: "Zhou Huaiyu, do you want the Luo family to die like this?"

Zhou Huaiyu suddenly became the focus of attention, the warning of the old gods, the indifference of the Dragon King. They all made their hearts uneasy and questioned the situation of Luo Pingji. Now they only trust Zhou Huaiyu, as if he can decide the outcome in one sentence.

Zhou Huaiyu did not have a fixed number in his heart. He hoped that Luo Pingji would be fine. In case of misjudgment, Luo Jiajian could really die here. He did not speak. Instead, he went to Luo Pingji and whispered, "Is there a feeling of stagnation?"

Luo Pingji turned his head and looked at Zhou Huaiyu sternly. Obviously blaming him for a lot of things, "The Dragon King will die today." After that, take a step forward.

It was this step that exhausted all his will.

Luo Pingji's legs were soft and almost slammed on the ground, subconsciously reaching out. Being surrounded by Zhou Huaiyu in time.

"I'm fine." Luo Pingji still refused to admit defeat, but the voice has changed.

"It’s really a slap in the face!" Zhou Huaiyu said with amazement. The dragons and the dragons gathered around and finally saw it clearly: Luo Pingji’s eyes and noses ooze a faint blood mark, and it was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Luo Pingji saw strangeness, disappointment and blame from many eyes. In the body, another strength was born, pushing Zhou Huaiyu, standing on his own, and repeating loudly: "I am fine!"

Others dare not refute, only the Qingcheng faction and Luojiazhuang have the best relationship, Deng Chun whispered: "Luo brother, you are bleeding."

Luo Pingji followed Deng Chun's gaze and reached out to his mouth, spreading his palm and seeing a faint blood stain on it. "Small injury."

"No, no, your eyes, your nose and ears..." Deng Chun panicked, and Luo Pingji knew nothing about his injury. This is too strange.

Luo Pingji raised his hands and wiped them in the eyes, nose and ears - there was more blood on his palm.

His heart was shocked, as if a stone that had been burned on the fire had been completely intact, and at the last moment, it was broken from the inside to the outside.

Luo Jiajian fell again. This time, he was supported by four or five people. He began to bleed on his head and spit out a sentence: "I don't want to die here."

The people of the Dragon Slayers panicked and carried Luo Pingji, hurriedly ran out of the woods and went straight to Chengjiazhuang.

In three games, Gu Shen won.

The people of the Dragon Slayer have walked more than half, leaving only seven or eight people. In the face of the Dragon King, both anger and helplessness, the devils from the Western Regions have obeyed all the rules. As the elite generation of the Central Plains martial arts, they have nothing to say.

Yuqing sent a left man to be one of the people left behind. "The dragon will lose, I know what the dragon king wants to ask, and this will give you the answer."

"Good." Gu Shenwei said.

"These six people." Zuo Mang pointed to the companion who stayed with him. "It’s the disciples who have been involved in the various factions for the past six years. They are all artists with art, but there are no Westerners among them."

Six people’s hard-working sects, names, and places of origin are regarded as a humiliation.

"This is exactly what I want to know." Gu Shenwei did not see any traces of Jinpeng killers from these six people.

Zuo Mang and others did not say goodbye, and Lin went after others.

Only Gu Shenwei and Zihe are living in the woodland.

"The good deeds of real people."

"It's not that I have the magical power, it's your own foundation, hey, it's a pity that the Luo family is a kid. If you listen to me, he should be fine."

Gu Shenwei went under the tree and picked up his own narrow knife and said, "Let's talk about it."

"Yeah, I always wanted to talk to you."

Gu Shenwei must figure out why Zihe real people want to use their own people to kill Luo Jia: The old gods have seen Luo Pingji and understand the character of the other party's arrogance. The one he taught is in the south and the north is clearly known. To die. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!