Death Sutra

The dragon eagle is about seventy years old. Among the males in Daxueshan, it is a rare high life, but he did not get a rare blessing: the body of the last grandson was placed in front of him, and the descendants of the Shenfeng peak never followed.

The dragon eagle reached out to the grandson's eyes, stood up, and held the long and wide sword with the same hand. The hand bones were prominent and wrinkled, like the withered branches, only the people who came into contact with it knew that This hand is still full of strength.

He walked outside from the low and dark room. This is the coldest season of the big snowy mountain in the year. The gas from the haze can be frozen into ice. He feels hot and almost wants to strip off his clothes in the snow. Rolling in.

The sun reflected on the snow, and the dragon eagle narrowed its eyes, sucking in a cold, fresh air, and wondering if it could leave the snow for a day, and the eyes swept over the faces of the few remaining people. Every face he recognizes, can call out the name, and even tell the year of birth.

There are more than 200 people standing in the snow, more than half of them are women and the elderly. There are fewer than 50 young people who can pick up the epee, only a few children.

The falling peak of the five peaks of the Daxue Mountain has declined. Even though the only grandson of the Dragon Eagle is still alive, even if there are no piles of enemies outside, they will fend for themselves in the deserted valley, the blood is frozen, and the children will never die. .

The dragon eagle raised the epee high. He wanted to say a few words to boost morale. But when he saw the silent and determined eyes of the tribe, he knew that there was no need to chatter. The snowy mountains of the Snowy Mountain have always been unspoken. They will only fight if they are born. There is one person left, and it will fight to death without the stimulation of words and money.

“嗡———” The dragon eagle cocked its head and made a thick, low-pitched sound from the chest, which was continuous and sorghum.

First, the man of the prime of life, followed by the old man and the woman, followed the old patriarch and screamed, and the generous and mournful dragon swayed between the valleys, and the sound remained for a long time.

Another stronger voice joined in and quickly overwhelmed the snoring of the people of the Falling Peaks. It was the snoring of countless horns, as if the army was approaching.

The dragon eagle put down the epee and waved in the crowd. Five children between the ages of six and ten came to the old patriarch, three men and two women, with long swords in their hands, and their firm expressions proved their pure blood. .

Five people, when the ancestors entered the Daxue Mountain hundreds of years ago, they were also five people, and they thrive, and the children and grandchildren filled every valley that is suitable for living.

"Whoever can die, they can't die." Long Yingying said, this is an order, but also an expectation and prayer.

The horns outside the valley gradually stopped, and the group of swordsmen slowly approached, and the beasts were wrapped around the body. The broad epee lying on the shoulders flashed in the sunlight, like a large moving iceberg. The last tribe of the Falling Peaks was killed.

The dragon eagle smashed the animal's hair shawl and took the lead to the enemy. Behind him was more than 50 main swordsmen, and then the old man who could barely take the epee. The swords were already rusty, but still eager. With the blood of the dipping, the women held a straight, single-handed knife with a light weight. These knives used to bleed on the necks of the last few ruins of the Falling Peak, and they could make a hole in the enemy.

The five children stayed at the end. They wanted to rush to the front, but they were stopped by the adults. They could only stand on the hillside and eagerly looked down.

There are three or four hundred swordsmen in the enemy. They are all strong men. The leader is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is dressed in a black pelt and has a powerful chin and eyes. Like the residents of Daxueshan, always squatting, the epee appears to be light in his hands.

The two groups stopped at about 50 steps, and the terrain on the side of the peak was slightly higher.

For many years, the scuffle of the Wufeng tribe of Daxueshan finally ushered in the dawn of the end. As a winner, there is a lot to say in the Duofeng chief, Long Xiaoshi. "Let the sword down, women and children under the age of ten can live."

"Do you live as a slave to the multi-peak?" The dragon eagle would rather fight directly, but in the snowy mountains, some rules must always be observed.

"The children of the Five Dragons will only be swordsmen and will not be slaves."

"Yes? Are the missing children taken away by the beasts?"

"No matter who is going, it will not be me."

The dragon eagle looked back at the silent people and did not understand what it was said to use these nonsense. So he raised his epee in both hands and issued a declaration of war. "Falling the dragon and the dragon eagle, fighting for war."

The old man took a steady pace and entered the field between the two swordsmen. In an instant, he was ambitious and the sword in his hand seemed to be much lighter.

Long Xiaoshi snorted coldly, he could order to swarm and smash the last force of the falling peak, but he decided to follow the rules and let those who doubted it to see who would be the main partner of the Snow Mountain. .

He will not play on his own, killing a dying old man and will not bring him honor.

A 20-year-old swordsman rushed out of the crowd. He was eager to kill the reputation of the fallen patriarch, and he was desperate. If someone reminded him to be careful, he would be furious and turn his face. One is about seventy years old. The old man, if you can't defeat the enemy within ten strokes, that is the most humiliating thing.

"I am playing more..."

"come on!"

The old man shouted, and the whole valley seemed to be a trembling. The words behind the young swordsman came to an abrupt end, and his face could not help but red, and he slammed his sword.

The dragon eagle calculates the pace of the opponent, feels almost the same, suddenly took a big step, the second step leaped high, the epee first made a man, and slammed into the young swordsman, the force is fierce, people can not believe this It’s an old man who will be on the wood.

The young swordsman hardened the sword, his legs were deeply caught in the snow, his body swayed, the old man’s second sword had been cut, and the young swordsman once again hardened, sitting on the ground with his ass, still biting his teeth, hands holding Focus on the sword.

The blood flows quickly under the skin of the dragon eagle, and the heart is sprayed out.

The third sword, cut off the opponent's epee and half body, the red blood quickly spread over the white snow, as if a single flower in the valley.

The blood cooled so fast, the dragon eagle suddenly felt difficult to lift the epee, but he could not retreat, nor could he admit defeat. He stood behind all the people of the Shenfeng Peak, even if they only protected them for a little while, he also insisted. Go on.

The epee was lifted back in the air, and a bloodshot squirted down the smooth blade of the ice.

Long Xiaoshi was gloomy, and the old guy was as stubborn as he used to be. He couldn’t let the tribes go up one by one. He turned his head and glanced at the guests around him.

The guest nodded, untied the heavy cloak, pulled out the single knife at the waist, and walked to the old swordsman in the middle of the field.

He did not waste time reporting himself, but ran directly to the dragon eagle, and the old man was waiting for him. This person was not a big snowy mountain priest at first sight, and seemed to be a master.

There are less than ten steps between the two, a sword and a knife will be confronted, and a snowball will fly out in the oblique thorn, which will force the guests to hold the knife.

The guest stopped abruptly, slashing the snow and blocking the snow, and his face changed. "Is the **** of the fall also learning to hurt the arrow?"

The dragon eagle was as astonished as the enemy. He was furious at this accusation and was about to refute it. A voice on the left hand hillside was already in front of him. "The dark arrow hurts people's specialty, and others can easily learn."

A young man under the age of 20, wearing white clothes all over the body, hidden in the snow, has never been found, his face is also pale, with a sword and a sword at his waist, no swordsman in the Snowy Mountains. know him.

"Jinpeng killer!" Someone exclaimed, recognizing that a weapon at the waist of the youth is a narrow knife.

The two groups of arrogant people screamed at the same time, and the hatred between them was deeper than the abomination of Jinpengbao. It was the killer organization that did not seek the honor and did not seek honor. It blocked the export of the Daxue Mountain every year. Stealing children who are abducted.

The Wufeng tribe of Daxueshan has been fighting for years, and the slogan put forward by each party is to jointly fight against Jinpengbao.

"My name is Yang Huan. It is the defector of Jinpengbao. This is the Jinpeng killer." When the screams of both sides stopped, the young people defended themselves.

"Yang Huan" has not been heard by a few people, but many people have heard about it. The two young killers have escaped without a trace in the eyes of the public. This is the shameful shame of the One Step King. The entire Western Region is widely spread.

"Haha." The knife-bearing guest made a disdainful laugh. "You said that I am a Jinpeng killer. I also said that you are a spy, and in a word, would you like to prove that the multi-peak collusion with the foreign enemy?"

The guest was very clever enough to lead the youth accusation to the dragon multi-peak leader Long Xiaoshi behind him.

The youth is not coming to make a squabble, pulling out the sword under the waist, like the most dexterous deer, jumping to the knife-bearing guests.

No matter which side of the Snowy Mountain, people will not interfere in this fair competition, the Dragon Eagle even stepped back a few steps to get the venue out.

The guests with their knives are slightly squatting, waiting for the best time to suddenly jump to the opponent's side.

A few young people jumped to the front, and swept past the enemy like a gust of wind. It seemed to be timid on the spot. They escaped without fighting, until they rushed out for a dozen steps before they stopped and turned to look at the knifeless guests.

"He has the Jinpengbao waist card on his body. This is the evidence that they recognize each other." The youth gathered the sword and said that the battle was over.

Only a very small number of people have seen the sword of the young man. The dragon eagle is one of them. He is closest to the body and walks over. When he touches the knife-bearing guest, the body falls down. He bends and fumbles for a while. , pull out a pale yellow oval jade card, lift it up and show it to everyone.

Jinpengbao waist card, every Daxueshan swordsman recognizes.

No one trusts the white youth who suddenly popped up, but no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, they believe in the Longfeng eagle.

Even Long Xiaoshi did not dare to blame the old swordsman for making a fake. He pointed his finger at the youth. "Your hand is really fast, and the waist is planted and framed, and it is the style of Jinpengbao."

"Hey, you know that Jinpengbao is good at provoking." The youth raised the voice and let everyone in the valley hear it. "Da Xueshan Tangtang, can't join hands to resist the enemy, only kill each other, can you? Don't blush?"

The Daxueshan swordsman is not accustomed to being accused. Whether the person is out of good intentions or bad intentions, the two groups of people turn to the youth and yell at them at the same time. The impatient people rushed to him against the sword.

Instead, Long Xiaoshi stopped the people. His purpose today is to eradicate the falling peaks. I don’t want to make extra-budgets. "The kid, the courage is not small, what qualification do you have to say this?"

The young people did not look at the questioners, and their eyes turned to the dragon eagle. "I am a friend of Long Tao Longhai. They asked me to rebuild the Five Peaks of the Snowy Mountains before they died."

Although Long Yingying knew that it would be such an ending, his body still trembled. "Is my two grandchildren dead?"

"Well, they killed a Jinpeng killer in the stone fort and suffered revenge."

"Good!" Long Yingying shouted, can kill people in Jinpengbao, no one else can do it in Daxueshan.

There was a swordsman on the falling peak as a helper, and Long Xiaoshi snorted, which had no effect on today's war situation, and the white youths interfered in the duel and saved a lot of trouble.

Long Xiaoshi raised the epee and shouted a word from the deepest part of the abdomen. "Kill!"

The two groups shouted at the charge. They didn't like speech debates and only bleed.

A melee was about to break out, and the White Swordsman was caught in the middle. He picked up his lips and made a sharp whistle.

Suddenly a cloud of darkness suddenly flashed across the sky.

The red-top Dapeng descended from the sky. The first attack attacked an eyeball of Long Xiaoshi, and then flew back again. He fell behind the white-shirted youth and opened his huge wings. He guarded him and swallowed his head.

The two swordsmen exclaimed in unison, and they suppressed the screams of Long Xiaoshi.

Therefore, the old legend, Dapeng birds feed on the dragons, as the descendants of the five dragons, this is their most taboo creature, I did not expect such a **** in this world.

(Seeking for advice)