Death Sutra

King of the Holy Day found that there was a dark cloud at the beginning of a perfect day.

Yes, the Dragon King won a few games. It was a bit embarrassing for him to be a little bit embarrassed, but he did not completely miss his expectations. The released is also an insignificant figure. The plan is still perfect. The Dragon King has not actually changed the overall situation.

The sudden appearance of several princes made things complicated.

Among the kings, only the King of Dae and the King of Kwaz did not come. The king of the day was as rude as usual, driving the horse to the front, followed by dozens of followers, all the way to the side of the Holy King. Lema stopped, and the horses around him were screaming uncomfortably. He did not see it, tilted his body and pressed his hand on the shoulder of the Holy King.

"Two kings, you are happy to play here, and you don't want us brothers."

The king of the Holy Day was sullen and sullen, earning hard, not getting rid of the nasty big hand, and forced himself to make a hard laughter. "The old han confession of the chore, you are not willing to take over, only to fall on my head. Where is the play? Where is the fun?"

Several princes arrived in succession, followed by numerous, and the former cavalry and the Central Plains masters who had been surrounded by the stars and the moon were squeezed aside.

The scene suddenly became confusing. On such occasions, the language became meaningless noise. The meaning of the laughter was not so much. The most effective means of communication was the eyes.

The masters of the Central Plains saw their loyal lord, and immediately sent the autumn wave, expressing panic, grievances, doubts, expectations and many other emotions. The followers of different masters despised each other and drawn an invisible boundary to occupy the right place. It seems to be much more convergent, and his eyes are loose. It seems to be watching everyone, and it looks like a distant view.

The two sides in the field prepared to change from focus to audience, and the old man stood beside the Dragon King, pouting, shaking his head, sighing. "Dragon King, have you visited the jiyuan? It is that kind of big, dozens of * casually Which one did you choose?"

Gu Shenwei shook his head. He once owned a jiyuan, but it was in the Yuxiang City. There was only one girl, Xu Yanwei. The low-level jiyuan only relied on the number of people to win. He went in, in order to avoid chasing. Killer, but never stayed.

The south screen next to it suddenly said, "I have been there."

The old man was shocked and forgot all the words he had to say. He didn’t believe it. "Have you been there? Who are you and those women?"

"Xu Xiaoyi took me there. The people there are very kind. Sometimes I don't want to eat or live."

In the first year of the Dragon King's escape from Jinpengbao, Xu Xiaoyi took the Chunan Screen in the city of Shule, and lived almost all the jiyuans in the city. He almost lost the gold and silver of the Dragon King.

"To look at people by appearance, even * is no exception, I think that year, I also eat and live without money... forget it." Wood old man did not want to mention the past, "You see, these princes are like the squad in the jiyuan, can’t wait Everyone's eyes are on their own, their sisters are deep in love, their hearts are strong and their eyes are erratic, and all that is hidden is your life and death. Hey, the old Khan Wang is not good, you see, this is why I would rather be alone."

The voice is noisy, and the vulgar metaphor of the old man is not passed to the ears of the princes.

"So you are alone in death." Gu Shenwei is also watching the kings gathering not far away, but the conclusion is contrary to the old man. All the people around are more envious of the status of the princes, they are just When it was unveiled, it attracted most of the attention, and it was more than the Dragon King.

"Yeah, it’s my goal to be alone. Is there any problem? Unfortunately, the skill is gone, and I want to be alone."

Gu Shen was bowing, and the old man looked up. The two looked at each other for a while, and they felt that they could not understand each other. They did not understand why the other party made mistakes on such a simple question.

"You also want to be a squad." Wood old man whispered.

Gu Shenwei really wants to be a "flower". As a killer, obscurity is the best cover. As a dragon king, he has to do everything he can to attract attention, and Gu Shen has worked hard for many years. The Western Region has succeeded. In the North Court, he has just started, and the gap between expectations is huge.

Fame is a kind of power, and no one can hold it directly in his hands, but with fame, he will get twice the result with half the effort when he competes for power.

Jinpengbao demanded that the killer not be famous, just like the leader of the bandit asked that his subordinates could not see the money. Both of them were too important to be the owner's exclusive objects.

The next contest is an opportunity.

The gaze of the kings of the North Court came to an end. Everyone got their share of the game. Basically, the difference between strength and status. The king of the exaggerated king was not present. The only surname Wang received the most attention. There is a gesture of smashing the Lord. "Is this the opponent chosen by the Second King for the Dragon King? Let me oh, um, the shovel did not say that the silver eagle is outstanding, the seven eagle claws in the North Court, you have to come two, amazing."

The holy day was so purple that the silver sculpture was the most powerful weapon in his hand. He intended to be mixed among the thirteen masters. He gave the dragon king a sudden attack. I didn’t expect it to be broken, and the day and the king’s door were big. He can hear it clearly, but he can't stop it. He can only sneer twice. "Don't say 'to come', they are the wing guards of the old Khan, but not for me."

The old man looked at the opponent. "The white cloth on the head is definitely a silver sculpture. It’s strange. Why didn’t the shovel wear black cloth? What seven eagle claws, I have never heard of it when I was young. One time - "He lowered his voice. "I went to the palace and turned around. I didn't see any master who came out to stop me."

The commentary of the day is not over yet, and the whip points to the five old masters of Yuqing. "I know these priests, the swindler who sells the house. I used to want to rely on me. I was taken away, how did I fall into the hands of the two kings? I want to hug my son again?"

The face of the Holy King changed from purple to black. In front of everyone, he could not say that these five Taoist priests were the "Mage" of the old Khan, and even screamed, "I am afraid that Laochao also has eyes to look at, these five The ability to fight long is not small. Last night, the Dragon King was the internal injury suffered in their hands."

In a twinkling of an eye, the Yuqing Five Olds changed from the abandoned child who was not seen to the "love will" of the Holy King.

"Who are the two hunchbacks? It’s unfavorable to walk and walk, can you fight?"

"They are the old Khan kings." The king of the holy day said coldly, the proud disciples have been favored for a long time, and there is no reason for the king to ignore these people.

There are still four warriors left, and the king is not let go. "What are these guys coming to? It seems to be very uninhibited. Is it even better than the North Pole?"

"They are my guards."

"Oh, there are two people in the thirteen masters who really have two kings."

The king of the Holy Day endured his head and said with a grin: "Cracle, no one asks you to make irresponsible remarks. Here is the dragon court. It is not the tribe of the Hang nationality. The 30,000 cavalry is under my command, you..."

The king of the day played the reckless and straightforward personality, heard the provocation and did not anger and laughed, punched on the shoulder of the Holy King, and looked extremely close, but almost knocked down the old two kings. "Good old boy, I have just received a batch of Zhongyuan wine, I will send it to your home, it will be a crime, you can not be angry, I am afraid to die."

The King of the Holy Day supported the horse's back, and even swayed a few times. After sitting down, he barely squeezed out his smile. "Just kidding, all brothers, where is the temper?"

The sacred officer of the Holy King, who is also the wife and brother of the king of the day, went into a round field. "The two princes are both family members..."

"Rabbit scorpion, close your mouth, there is no part of you to talk here." The king of the day is not rude to the "rebellious" wife and brother.

The officer was red-faced and squatted.

The king of the day shook his voice slightly and said, "Two kings, I want to ask you a favor."

The Holy King immediately shook his head. "I am doing things for the old Khan. In the presence of so many people, there is no way to smuggle."

"Hey, don't interfere with your big things, don't you see the little old man around the Dragon King? In the past, he made me suffer and commit suicide. This hatred is not reported, it is called a person, but he joined the Dragon Army. I can't move him. Today, catch up. This opportunity, you give me a quota, let me send someone to kill him, even if I owe you a big favor."

The King of the Holy Day has been crouching for a long time. He has not been accustomed to the infighting between the princes. He has been stunned by the repeated attack of the king. He only hopes to get rid of his entanglement as soon as possible, and he will say "good" if he doesn't think about it. Until I turned to see the officer's anxious eyes, I realized that I was fooled. The alliance between the king and the dragon king was already open. I wanted to kill the old man and not beg for myself.

It’s too late to change the mouth. The king rushed to call his own warrior. “Go and kill the old man, you can’t do it, and you don’t want another arm.”

The wild horse nodded silently, took the knife into the contest venue, and replaced a samurai warrior.

The old man said that he heard the words of the king and shouted loudly: "The wild horses will not be soft, you are half my apprentice, and the apprentice kills the master. It is the tradition of our school."

The old man in the wood is very clear in his heart. The "tradition" of his school is a big rebellion in the eyes of normal people. When the wild horses still take care of a little reputation, they will not die in front of everyone.

He turned to the south screen again. "Xiaochu, the future of the little girl is in the hands of the old man. The life of the old man is in your hands, so look at it."

Once again, the king of the day and the king took the lead and exclaimed excitedly: "What are you waiting for? Whoever beats his mother, who kills more, and Lao Tzu has a reward!"

The thirteen masters of the king of the Holy Day marched forward, and all of them were murderous. They all knew that this war had a great relationship. If they were defeated, there would be a dead end in Wang Ye.

"Architecture."

Gu Shen gave an order, and the guards from the ten Daxueshan swordsmen immediately formed a close circle and the epee rushed outside.

But they are not protecting the Dragon King, nor the weakest wooden old man of martial arts, but the South Screen that has not been able to pull out the double sword.

The old man is isolated from the protection circle and stays stunned. "Dragon King, are you going to kill someone with a knife?"

(Two million words, thank you for the support of all readers, congratulations to Han Xiaobai as the second owner of this book.) (To be continued. Please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!)