Death Sutra

The crowd, even the highly trained people, is full of unpredictable variables, more speculative than the most disturbing oceans, only the experienced old boatman can see a little clue before the storm.

The deputy scorpion looked at the faces of hundreds of thousands of captains. This is the familiar crowd. Most of them can accurately name their names and originated tribes. Now they are strangers like a group of beasts. The smile is full of hostility. He will be shredded at any time.

You don't have to be imaginary, the facts are in front of you, and Bone Lun said to himself, Dragon King may be able to create miracles, but can't pin his hopes on a foreigner. Azhba and others are too reckless, but dare to put their ideas into practice. Implementation, he also has to do something.

Five of the candidates are sitting in a row, each with an empty jar of wine in front of them. From the length of Wanfu, all the generals and officers hold five small sheepskins, one of which is stained with blood. They will line up in front of the jars, throwing a piece of sheepskin in each altar, and the person with the most bloodstains will become the new cousin of the nearest rank.

According to the rules, no one is allowed to show their sheepskin to the candidate, and even more is not allowed to speak, so the eyes become the only means of communication.

Bone has many suggestive eyes. If every look is true and trustworthy, he will definitely become the new big man.

He returned with a firm and confident look, but his heart was clear, but he was just like the other three candidates.

At the end of the vote, everyone was relieved. The bones stood up, piled up a smile, and greeted each other with enthusiasm. They occasionally stopped to listen to the whispers of a certain officer and pretend that they have not yet made a final conclusion.

Holy King. The mediocre prince who was once known for his love of alcohol and love is now a flaming figure in the North Court. The result has not yet been announced. Some officers have been eager to congratulate him. The bones have to crowd the crowd to get close to him.

"Bone is awkward..." The Holy King opened his arms and expressed his welcome. A few words of ridicule have already come to the eyes of the blind.

Bone Lun also thought about the guest. However, he temporarily changed his mind and stepped forward to the king of the Holy Day. The dagger in his hand was raised high, but he was not a killer, could not stand the temptation of the language, and shouted: "The traitor of the North Court..."

Those who enter the main account are not allowed to carry weapons, but in the North Court, the dagger is more like a tool than a weapon, no one cares about it. No one will search for the deputy.

The King of the Holy Day was so scared that he couldn’t even get a smile on his face, so he was surprised.

Bone Lun felt a pain in his waist and fell on the King of the Holy Spirit. He had no strength to stab the dagger.

The second assassination of the camp near the camp also failed.

The bones were thorns in public and died in front of hundreds of eyes. The news immediately spread throughout the camp at the speed of the flood.

No one knows how the news has changed in the process of communication. In short, more and more people are beginning to hang the word "Dragon King".

"Where is such a clever thing. Most of the dragons are just dead, the Dragon King is nearby. Is he a fairy who can fly?"

"He is not a god, it is a devil. You forgot. He has a magic bird. It is said that the bird loves to eat dead people. Long Ting has a lot of dead people recently..."

"Really. I saw a particularly large black shadow in the air the night before, certainly not a cloud."

"The Dragon King ordered the magic bird to kill the Metropolis, and then appeared and dressed up."

"The Dragon King brought a drug from the Western Region. After the bones were eaten, they changed into a person."

"Everyone still remembers, since the devil came. Long Ting has entered the autumn of events, and the bad things are one after another..."

The soldiers were awake from the silence, as if a group of people who were suddenly given life, gathered under the call of mysterious power to the tent of the Dragon King.

The influence of the rumor is wonderful. While the dragon king became the murderer, his power and image were also exaggerated thousands of times. The crowd stopped at dozens of steps and stopped under the mutual pull of hatred and fear.

"Silver carving demon." Some people said that these four words are like a secret code, a ** spread, no one asked how the Khan Wang Yiwei suddenly appeared in the camp.

The duel that was just about to start was interrupted, and the silver sculpture glanced at the crowd. "I said, you can't escape the grassland."

Gu Shenwei shook her head slightly. "I also said that people are not killing me."

The silver eagle looked up at the shining starry sky. He never believed in the ghosts and gods. He almost felt that the eyes of the old Khan Wang were staring at himself. He could not explain such a coincidence. His challenge to the Dragon King would have been so much. The support, he did not have the grasp of winning, but now he feels that failure is unimaginable.

"What are you waiting for? Kill the Dragon King and drop the demon!"

It seems that someone can't wait.

"Hey, aren't you the guard of the Sun Yat-sen? How do you wear the clothes of the nearest army?"

The subordinates of the Japanese Yaowang had just provoked trouble in the camp. This question immediately caught the attention. No one found the skeptics, but everyone’s eyes quickly concentrated on a soldier. Just now he shouted “Kill the Dragon King”.

"He is really a man of the day."

The identified soldiers were panicked, and they were all around, and there was nowhere to escape. "I, the clothes I borrowed, I hate the Dragon King like you, he is the devil, bringing luck to the grassland..."

Someone said a few words in strange language, Gu Shen did not understand, the soldiers present were heard clearly, this person is questioning whether the Yao Yaowang guard is a North Court.

This person obviously does not understand. He is the same as King Kong Tauto. He is a native of Hexi. He has had a lot of dealings with the Beiting people, that is, he has not seriously studied the local language.

"I am loyal to the North Court, no one can question..."

No one questioned, the crowd was like a whirlpool of water rushing out to the outsiders, when the vortex dissipated, everyone raised a body with a corpse.

The body floated forward like a small boat, and was finally thrown into the duel field, bruised and bruised, and the clothes shattered.

The old man of the wood quietly disappeared and quietly appeared, except for a few people in the Dragon King tent, who did not notice his whereabouts.

The old man is squinting at the official, indicating that the body outside can not be counted on himself.

There are thousands of ways to kill people. The sword is just one of them. Shangguan is a sigh.

The old man of the wood found the spy, but failed to wash the white dragon king. The soldiers of the nearest service army still regarded the dragon king as the monster.

The silver eagle takes a step forward and believes that this is the best time to start.

Gu Shenwei also had the same idea and preemptively issued the first knife.

Thousands of people have witnessed this duel.

The Dragon King and the Silver Eagle had more audiences for the first time, but it was a melee of more than 20 people. The Dragon King took the evasion and counterattack tactics. The end was extremely sudden, and most people did not see the process.

This time, although the time is at night, it is a one-on-one duel. From the beginning of the first knife by the Dragon King, there are soldiers who start to ignite the torch and throw it into the field. It is not intended to disturb the two sides, just want to shine. Brighter.

Soon, the Dragon King and the silver sculpture were surrounded by a circle of torches, forming an irregular place. Under the fire, every movement of the two became clear.

The old man of the wood chose the change of the Dragon King's knife method and frowned and looked at it for a while. "Dragon King, is this not going to be a killer?"

Few people know the meaning of this sentence, and Shangguan is as clear as Shangguanfei.

Jinpeng's knife method is fast and strange, and always strives for side-to-back attack. After one move, both the middle and the middle must be withdrawn. Although the Dragon King has greatly modified the knife method according to the dead, the principle does not change much.

But now he is self-denying, fighting with the silver eagle, and even 30 strokes, the distance between the two does not exceed the five-step range.

In the eyes of thousands of soldiers, this duel is very ornamental. The top players in the North Court wrestle with the Western King Dragon King. They are as fast as two groups of unpredictable smoke, almost non-stick, narrow knife and machete. The screaming whistle of the collision is endless, and each knife has the power to cut iron and break the stone.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. A torch flew over the heads of the people and fell directly to both sides.

The two are now like tight strings, plucked by a magical hand, and any external force, even a piece of dust, can't be attached to the strings.

No one has to deal with the torch, but it can't land naturally. It seems that there is an invisible juggler who is constantly throwing it up.

After a few jumps, the torches were torn apart, and the remaining Mars was like a rushing firefly, picked up and disappeared into the darkness.

Only a few people can see how the fire is fragmented in the strangling of the two knives. The silver eagle has slowed down, and Gu Shenwei is no longer eager to hurry, but the knives in their hands still exceed the eyesight of ordinary soldiers.

If the old man's face is gray, he keeps whispering: "The Great Swordsman, the Dead Man..." The Dragon King's knives exceeded his imagination, and he couldn't help it.

There is also a lot of doubts about Shangguanfei's admiration. "Is this a great sword? How is it not like, the Dragon King has no sword, what is the knife?"

"This is Gu's knife." Shangguan whispered that many years ago, she had seen an old man at the door of his own house to display this set of knives. Although it was not complete, it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Gu Shenwei's performance is not entirely Gu's knife method. It has also undergone the transformation of the dead man, plus the non-conformity of the left hand. He has not practiced this set of knives for a long time, still familiar with the heart. Not a hand.

Before the age of fourteen, he practiced almost every day, even to the point of being bored, and the result was that he would never forget his life.

Gu Shi said that the knife and the gun are both absolutely unique. Gu Shen once felt that they were illusory, until he had two instinct of yin and yang, able to simulate the harmony of the peace, and listened to Lian Qing to explain the method of using force, only to truly understand the Gujiadao method. Really.

It is not suitable for killers, because it is a bright knife.

Sometimes, even the best killer may be forced out of the shadow of darkness and lose the advantage of sneak attack. At this time, Jinpeng's knife method is stretched.

Gu Shen has been in the killer environment for a long time. It takes a lot of lessons to understand this truth: he can't and doesn't want to hide in the dark forever.

(Seeking for a subscription) (To be continued.)