Death Sutra

When the contest is going to the stage of life and death, Shen Jiu suddenly mentions that the Western Region guards defend the adults. The purpose is to have many possibilities, or to show good, hope that the Dragon King will be merciful, or that he will test the position of the Dragon King for the Holy King, or Purely want to disturb the opponent's mind and give yourself a chance to win.

He did not realize it.

Shen Jiu’s knives and body methods are first-rate, but not so high that they can speak in front of the Dragon King.

He was like a sturdy runner. He couldn't stop for a while until he stopped ten steps away from the Dragon King. His right hand clenched his sharp knife, but his left hand was on his stomach. He looked down at the blood and surprised to seep out the blood from his fingers. This is not the same as his imagined ending.

"The Dragon King has a good knife method." The sinking knife showed a smile, and even the tightened brows were slightly stretched.

"Your knife is not bad."

"It’s a long way to go." Shen used nine to shake his head, and the other side’s internal force was damaged. He was not an opponent, let alone when the state was normal. “I don’t represent the strength of the Central Plains. These people are not.”

More and more blood is flowing from the fingers, and the master of the school has used the last part of his life to justify the Central Plains martial arts.

"I understand." Gu Shenwei is a native of the Central Plains. He heard many legends from the father and his family, Yang Lan, and naturally believes that the Central Plains Wulin is not limited to this level, but it does not matter to the current situation.

Shen Jiu’s eyes stared at the dragon’s face without hesitation, revealing his true identity but in exchange for a fatal knife. He wanted to know what position the Dragon King held up. “I want to ask the Dragon King one thing.”

"Please say."

"The two people are my younger brothers. I am defeated. They will be killed by the prince. Please save them."

"I will try my best."

Shen Yongji hopes to tell the Dragon King the importance of saving the two younger brothers without causing suspicion. Suddenly, he felt that it was unnecessary. So he took a deep breath and removed his left hand from the wound of the lower abdomen. He solemnly said: The sect will be grateful to the Dragon King for his actions."

Everyone was puzzled by the conversation between the two people. The use of the nine proposed is clearly divided. The Dragon King does not seem to have to agree. The old man can’t understand the phrase “gratefulness”. “This guy is threatening. Dragon King?"

No one explained to him, Shen Jiu Jiu fell, and still holding a sharp knife in his hand.

The face of King of the Holy Day has improved a bit. He can accept it as long as he has a fierce scene. If the Dragon King is really defeated under a certain Central Plains master, he will be very disappointed.

The two disciples were nervously looking at the prince. Although the brothers died, the performance was remarkable. Maybe the prince would open the net. As for the brothers, they would ask for help from the dragon before they died. Will not mention.

The Holy King seems to have forgotten them, looking at the Dragon King and thinking about whether to send a real master next time.

The officers of the princes will not forget, wave their hands, and more than 20 cavalry will adjust slightly to surround the target and tighten the bowstring.

Other Central Plains masters have shunned, and several of them have not had much friendship with the sects, and they have retreated farther than others.

"Wang Ye... Let's play the game." This is the only excuse that the two can come up with. Although it is still dead, it is better than being shot by a cavalry.

King of the Holy Day turned his head, as if he had just seen the two men, and was surprised that they were still alive, "Let you play? Well, let me think about it... no."

This is both a refusal and an order, and the cavalry are letting go.

The disciples launched a counterattack. They may not be the first-rate masters, but they are not the mediocrity that can be killed by more than ten arrows. And they acted earlier. The "No" of the Holy King just made a mouth shape, two People have already picked up.

The arrow was shot on the ground, and the target was gone, but this was not the most amazing thing for the cavalry. Just because they were blaspheming, a disciple fell on the ground, not an arrow, but it was like a human arrow.

"The courage is not small, the martial arts are too bad." The King of the Holy Day gave a cold judgment. The North Court masters he arranged at the end finally came in handy, killing the Raiders with one knife, and the speed of shooting was not slower than the Dragon King.

The masters of the Central Plains were more aware than the cavalry, and they were all surprised. They had nothing to do with the actions of the disciples, but finally realized that the North Court really hid the master.

Another disciple made a different choice: running to the Dragon King.

The King of the Holy Day looked interestingly at the back of the escaper. He did not order the shooting. He also heard the pleading of Shen Yongji before his death. He wanted to see if the dragon king who promised it quickly would keep his promise.

Of course, the Dragon King gives an ambiguous answer, and “best effort” may simply mean a few words that are not salty or light.

The disciples did not have much confidence. They ran to the place where the Dragon King was seven or eight steps, stopped and did not know how to talk to the Dragon King.

Gu Shenwei’s gaze crossed the rescuer and said to the opposite officer: “I won, I want to let go of a subordinate.”

"Dragon King please specify." Every time the Dragon King kills a person, the attitude of the officer seems to be more respectful.

Gu Shenwei turned to his disciple. "What is your name?"

"The fan is big."

The old man couldn’t help but interrupt and asked, "Why don't you use six, use seven, just go down with your brother?"

Fan used his mood to be extremely nervous. Suddenly he felt that the old man’s words were extremely ridiculous, and he could not help but smile twice.

"Your Majesty, said that you are willing to join the Dragon Army."

The dragon king's tone is dull, there is no intention to force, but the fan is big but it is like being led by a line, and immediately kneels down, "I am willing to join the Dragon Army." After that, I understand the meaning of this move.

It is not the etiquette of the Dragon Army, but in the face of the North Court, this is the simplest and most loyal way.

"You can go." Gu Shen said.

All this happened too fast. Fan used to know that he seemed to be saved, but stood still, did not understand what it means to "go", and where to go.

"No." The shocked North Court officer reacted. "This person is not a dragon king!"

In the case of bickering, the old man will never let others rob, even though he is very puzzled by the behavior of the Dragon King, he feels that saving people is superfluous. He still talks to the Dragon King. "The people clearly swear allegiance, dust on their knees. I haven't cleaned it yet. How do you say that he is not a dragon king?"

"He... just joined, not counting."

"According to you, the son who just gave birth is not counted. Do you have to wait a year to follow the surname of your relative?"

The officer ignored the old man's Hu Han, and looked back at Wang Ye, waiting for his instructions.

The King of the Holy Day was not too angry. He urged the horse to take a few steps and personally spoke to the Dragon King. "The Dragon King is planning to be a Bodhisattva today. Who must save?"

"Save people like this, sometimes addicted." Gu Shenwei also went a few steps forward, the cavalry immediately raised their bows and arrows.

"It's a pity that killing is more addictive. The dragon king's wish is good, but I can't agree."

The king of the holy day raised his hand, and hundreds of arrows were aimed at the fearful and uneasy fan. He stood behind the dragon king, but in the encirclement, there was nothing to protect him from the wind.

The king's finger is used to the fan, a little pause, and points to the old man. "And this monster with a lot of tongues."

The old man was shocked and ran to the middle of the two Dragon Guards. "Don't mess, accidentally hurt the Dragon Army, you can..." But he doesn't know.

"Please ask the king of the sun to recover." Gu Shenwei said.

As soon as the hand of King of the Holy Day fell, the two people who wanted to kill would immediately die under the arrow, but he did not worry, drinking and raising birds for so many years, he had not experienced the pleasure of holding the power and killing it for a long time, so he smiled. He snorted, "Well, give me a suitable reason, maybe I will temporarily put them alive."

"I will see the old Khan soon, and I will close my mouth when I don't know what to do."

"Are you threatening me?"

"The King of the Holy Day can also regard this as a friendly expression. I have known each other for a long time with the disciples, and no one knows their details better than I do."

The smile of King St. has disappeared. "This reason is not very good. Now I want to kill more people, including Dragon King. I want to cancel the contract."

"You have this right." Gu Shenwei no longer speaks, as if he has completely given up his efforts to persuade.

Not everyone can be as calm as the Dragon King. The old man is at the feet of the guards. He tries to shrink his body as much as possible. He keeps guessing why the Dragon King has no fear. Fan Fan is completely frozen and stays asleep. .

The outer cavalry and the Central Plains master, the core encircled, all looked at the right arm raised by the Holy King. Everyone knows that killing the Dragon King will only be the beginning of a bigger killing.

King of the Holy Day looked at the Dragon King coldly and suddenly laughed. "Haha, it’s said that the Dragon King is a big man, and he really deserves a good name. I know that I am not willing to give up this wonderful contest. I deliberately blocked me. The Dragon King’s Knife is better than the Warriors. It’s a hundred times more interesting. It’s a must to show it thoroughly today. Well, whoever you want to put, let’s win a game, save one person, as long as you have the ability to win thousands of games and let everyone go.”

The appearance of the King of the Holy Day surprised everyone. Among the 10,000 martial arts people surrounded by the core, some people turned their minds fast, heard a glimmer of hope from these words, struggling to crowd out the crowd and stumble on the back of the Dragon King. To join the Dragon Army! I want to join the Dragon Army!"

Hula, the besieged more than half, the same voice to join the Dragon Army, only a few people take care of the face, thinking that the Dragon King can not save everyone, how can not turn themselves, no need to be shame in public.

The old man was the most happy, jumped up and pointed at the King of the Holy Day and laughed. "Wang Ye is a Jinkou jade tooth. If you have said it, you can't be fart. You say 'everyone', that is to include me."

King of the Holy Day simply ignored him.

Only Gu Shen understands the intention of the prince, and the king of the sun uses his contest to conceal his true purpose: the proud disciple behind him finally caught the opportunity to besieged the dragon king, and the relics of Peng Xianren and the natural shadow of the first Nanping are sure to win. Winning, the Holy Day has a well-being.

Gu Shen has more counts in her heart. Looking back at the people who have fallen into the shackles, he has no intention of saving irrelevant people. He suddenly found that today's choices may be very important for the future.

Of course, he can't save people one by one, and he must find other ways.

A group of cavalry galloped from the south, and a cavalry shouted: "The Saints under the knife will keep people!"

One of the miracles of Gu Shen’s waiting has finally arrived.

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