Death Sutra

The old man can survive for decades in the north of the Tianshan Mountains, and his experience is still very rich, especially in terms of escape.

His current martial arts can't compare with the slaughtering dogs, but he can't compare with the two masters who suddenly popped up, but he was the first to feel the danger. When the torch was suddenly extinguished, he turned back and broke into the nearest house. in.

The slaughtering dog is only one step slower than him, but he does not know what the purpose is, and he does not know where the danger comes from. It is purely an instinctive reaction: he has to follow the person who made the decision.

The room was dark, the old man smashed the window paper, peeked into the courtyard, the window sill was low, the slaughter dog bent over and looked at it, and finally squatted on the ground, nervously sweating.

The moonlight is bright, the outside is not too dark, but the torch is too abrupt, most people have to adapt, hold the weapon, and look around for the enemy with vigilance.

"Is it Dragon King?" The dog whispered.

"Don't dream, white ghosts and stone monsters are first-class masters, and people with normal brains will not challenge them, especially white ghosts..."

Slaughter the dog, "Who is the stone monster?"

"The one in the Tianshan Mountains is as strong as the stone."

The butcher nodded. "The white ghost must be the child of Luo, I seem to have seen it, but unfortunately I can't remember the name."

"Stupid." Wood old man judged this way, then whispered, "Hit, hit it, the more intense the better."

The old man and the butcher dog just got into the house. The white man and the short man were ready to catch up, and they stopped at the same time. The two men were jealous of each other. Since the goal did not escape, they did not want to rush.

In contrast, the white people are more confident and more calm, and say aloud: "Don't tamper with others, beware of sneak attack." Then he said to the strong man outside the ten steps: "Under the next day, Luo Qibai, did not ask your name."

"Luo Qibai." The dog slapped the window sill in the room. "This is the name, the family of Luo Jiaqi, the brother of Luo Qikang."

The old man snorted, as if he had known for a long time that he had never heard of these two names.

The brawny outside responded to the bluntness, only spit out three words, "Li Tongsheng."

“Is it the ‘opening of the giants’ Lee Tongsheng?”

"You know a lot." Li Tongsheng was tight, and he was obviously ready to make a move at any time. "The two people in the house are going to take away with Tianshan, do you have no opinion?"

The old man imitates the voice of the slaughter dog: "Li Tongsheng is the name, Li Jiahao is a son of dozens of generations, Li Moumou."

The dog slaughtered and asked: "Is he famous? Not the Central Plains, I have never heard of it."

"Of course, this person is the most famous lone thief in the Western Region. No wonder it is so powerful."

Luo Qibai outside has refused to make a request, smiled and said: "Why don't you call your companions, let's make a clear shot?"

Li Tongsheng looked at each other in a puzzled way. "The people of Tianshan Zong are here. Are the Central Plains people hiding?"

Luo Qibai was slightly surprised, but his face was not taken care of. He said: "Where is sacred..."

The voice did not fall, a Tianshan apostle called out: "The hidden weapon, so sinister!" Speaking to the opposite Central Plains.

The Central Plains people did not show weakness, and they attacked the sword. "Shameless!"

In the courtyard, there was a scene of melee. There were people sneak attacking everywhere, and some people immediately counterattacked. Li Dongsheng no longer hesitated, snatched and snatched, and one stroke and one trick, the provoked palms screamed and sounded, almost no one Dare to enter seven steps.

Luo Qibai's heart is suspicious, but his hands are not weak. He also greets the enemy with his palms. Although there is no swearing voice, he can sway freely in the palm of his hand. Occasionally he counterattacks, and Li Dongsheng must retreat to avoid it.

The dog is convinced and taken orally. "Luo Jiabi wave palm, if the weight is light, the advance and retreat is elegant, Luo Qibai really deserves its name."

The old man is not convinced. "If it is not damaged, what is not the opponent of my five-hole boxing, and you should not underestimate Li Dongsheng, the Western thief has its own merits."

The Central Plains people and Tianshan Zong played a lot of fun, the two old men were not forgotten, there are six or seven pairs of people fighting at the door, no one is allowed to preempt.

The old man looked up and did not escape. He grinned and said: "It’s all stupid. It’s clear that there are other people who can put out the fire. They can’t see it.”

"It may not be impossible to see it, but they have been guarding each other for a long time. They have already played one, so they have to be provoked." The dog is also a bystander. "Who is fighting the fire, not the dragon king, is it the Jinpeng killer?" ?"

The old man of the wood hates the dissatisfaction of others. He even said a few times: "If you have lived for so many years, you haven't become smart since you were old. The Dragon King has already said that the crazy woman of Xiaoyuetang wants the world. In the chaos, besides them, who else likes the tricks that are secretly provocative?"

The butcher dog has never seen a few Xiaoyuetang disciples. He always thinks that the dragon king’s statement is a bit exaggerated. "A group of women only, not to be, what good is the world chaos?"

The old man was excited and even abandoned the scuffle outside. He turned and said, "Do you not understand? In the eyes of mad women, chaos is order. The more chaotic they are, the safer and more important they are. Everything is too peaceful. Everyone wants to destroy. A monster-like woman, Xiaoyuetang has been crouching in the desert for decades. Of course, I understand this truth most. If I, I like chaos, and it will be a mess."

The dog slaughtered the contradiction in the speech. He didn’t mean to say anything. Wood said with an old man: "Yes, I am also a madman. Be careful. I am not happy when I am biting a piece of meat from your ass. Oh, On the thigh, don't be ass."

The dog slaughtered and said nothing, but the body was involuntarily tilted, a little further away from the old man.

The melee lasted for a quarter of an hour, and both sides were killed and wounded. Two newcomers joined the team at this time.

No one knows how they got in. Both of them took a narrow knife and each found an opponent, and they approached the leaders of both sides.

Luo Qibai has already firmly occupied the upper hand and distracted to observe the surrounding situation. Therefore, the first one was found to be the same. This person and Tianshan Zong played against him, but he was not the Central Plains person he recognized.

"It's you messing up!" Luo Qibai shouted and leaped.

The reaction of the two entrants was also extremely fast, and at the same time abandoned the current opponents, one after the other, and attacked Luo Qibai.

Li Dongsheng discovered that Luo Qibai had attacked the enemy of the Tianshan sect. It was an accident. He hesitated a little and rushed to the past and waved his hand to another occupant.

"They are Xiaoyuetang disciples?" The butcher looked curiously and couldn't see the faces of the two.

"No." Wood old man affirmed that he was familiar with Xiaoyuetang than the Dragon King. "This is Jinpeng's knife, but...going to his mother, this is the killer brought by the wild horse."

The dog is not even known as a wild horse, but he can see that "they are generally knives."

"Hey, wait and see, let you see how the Westerners play."

The slaughter dog is even more puzzled. In his opinion, the two intruders will soon be defeated. It is hard to say whether they can save their lives.

His guess seems to be fulfilled. The intruder has a few knives and turned to flee north. It is not bad.

Luo Qibai was chasing after him. Li Dongsheng was a little behind. Both of them knew that there was someone secretly arguing. They had not had time to order the arrest, but some people saw the leader’s move and followed it.

The mixed-in person jumped up to the courtyard wall, and Luo Qibai chased within five feet. The man was in the air and ready to go. Li Dongsheng was a little farther away, but his palms had been shot, and the strong palms of the wind blew the body.

At the same time, twenty or thirty Central Plains people and Tianshan apostles have already jumped over the walls, and the two mixed-in people will fall into the trap of their escape.

The dog's guess was invalidated at the moment, and he finally saw the so-called "Western play" of the old man.

From the outside of the wall, a sudden burst of two figures, like a frightened bird, is faster.

One person holds the sword, one person holds the knife, and the person is still in the air. They have killed each of the two envelops on the wall, one stroke and one, without any extra moves.

"There is an ambush!" a voice called, and more than thirty figures disappeared from the wall at the same time.

The old man did not say anything, and he broke through the window. He never wanted to miss this rare good show.

The dog slept the Dragon King’s command to ask him to be the "master". He didn't even think about it, and rushed out with the old man.

Most of the two sides still stayed in the courtyard, and they did not notice the changes around them. The old man and the slaughter dog showed their efforts, escaped a few interceptors, jumped onto the wall, and saw four bodies lying on the ground. Others have disappeared.

The old man looked at it a little and said, "This side."

The two old men ran fast, and soon after, they chased the chasers behind them.

The melee that lost the leader continued. Until a long time ago, both sides had caused huge casualties. The talents ended the battle in deep fear, snatched some of the bodies and looked for the whereabouts of the leader.

The old man with the slaughter dog turned into a corner in the street, like a scentful hound, tracking the target with odour. At every distance, there will be one or two bodies on the ground to prove the route is accurate. The person in front is obviously on the side. Running while playing, the speed is still amazing.

The butcher dog began to admire the old man. If he was, he must have been at a loss.

There were fewer and fewer houses around, and it was before the last corpse was seen two or three years ago. The old man did not hesitate and still moved in a fixed direction.

Two bodies appeared in front of them, and a narrow knife was held in the hand, which was the first intruder.

The old man stopped here a little, and soon the dog slaughtered the target. The hills not far away were filled with noise, and countless crows were awakened on a quiet night.

Groups of crows hovered in the air, almost completely obscuring the moonlight. Under them, more than a dozen figures were being smashed into a ball. Whenever someone fell, the crows of the crows became more excited.

The old man marched to the battle group a dozen steps away. He walked over the crows on the ground and watched behind the stones. The more he looked, the more fascinated he was, and he whispered his head and said, "Hey, this is the real sword, the dead. This name is really more appropriate than the Great Sword."

The slaughter dog was shocked and sent out a series of questions. "Who is this who is playing with him? Is the person in the middle a dragon king? Should we help?"

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