Death Sutra

Shangguanhong stepped back, no matter how careful, the snow under his feet was still squeaking, his eyes were still moving, and he kept staring at the back of the dragon king until the back turned into a small piece of gray hanging in the void, and the inside of the house. The black silence is almost indistinguishable.

Shangguanhong suspected that the Dragon King had long since disappeared, and the gray was nothing but the illusion left in his eyes.

He was wrong, and the gray suddenly swayed, disappeared—appeared—disappeared—appeared—disappeared—appeared three times, each time seemingly accompanied by a vibrating sound of weapons breaking.

He knows that the Dragon King's knife is superb, but there is not much intuitive concept in his heart. This is the first time. He not only vaguely saw the Dragon King's knife, but also slightly grasped the doorway, and the result became more and more confused.

The assassin was hidden in the house and completely integrated with the surrounding environment. Before this, Shangguan Honggen could not feel the presence of an assassin. What surprised him was that the first shot was actually the Dragon King.

The Dragon King walked into the dark room from the outdoors under the moonlight. The line of sight should require a short adaptation process, but he was the first to slash the knife, and the goal was accurate, as if everything was in broad daylight.

The three assassins fell down like this, and there was no death. Shangguanhong could hear their gasps.

Gu Shenwei walked out of the darkness, and the right hand still held the sheathed Wufeng knife. The figure gradually appeared and suddenly became complete, like the magical magic of the moonlight.

Reverence, fear, confusion and so on have come to the fore, Shangguan Hong seems to have smashed his palms, his body keeps shaking, his legs are slowly bending.

Gu Shen has not used a purely dead man to practice swordsmanship for a long time. Although he has turned swords into knives, he has deeper understanding of the classics, but he still seems a bit unfamiliar. When he was looking for the enemy's "gas of life," he almost made a mistake.

The dead need to practice without interruption, and he reminds himself in his heart.

Shangguanhong did not kneel down at the end, and a voice stopped him. "If there is no self-confidence, why come to the sword?"

Gu Shen looked up and saw a woman standing on the opposite roof. The figure was blurred and the voice was not a lotus girl or Han Fen.

"Dragon King please come with me."

Gu Shen is looking back. The three assassins came out of the house with their wounds. They were all teenagers. One of them was a girl who was even younger than Tie Ling. The tender face was painful and disappointing.

Gu Shenwei did not kill them because he did not want to meet before and offended the lotus girl. The most important thing is that he can control the knife in his hand, no longer need to kill as before.

The youngest teenager asked, "How did you find us?"

Gu Shen took up the Wufeng knife, turned and jumped on the roof, followed the woman who had already acted, and ignored the doubts of the youngster.

Shang Guanhong and the three little assassins were hesitant and hesitated to follow up. They just saw the real dead man through the sword and couldn't wait to see it again.

Although the three children did not have time to send out a complete trick, but Gu Shenwei can still clearly feel that they are also learning the swordsmanship of the dead.

The Dutch girl seems to be distributing the unique swordsmanship as a cheap gift.

This is why so many assassinations have taken place in Saitama. The Dutch woman repeats the story of her and the slaves, allowing the beginners to improve the sword by killing them.

The Deyi Building has been burned by a fire. On the old site, a sturdy and ugly house was built, and the woman leading the road crossed it. Enter the back of your garden.

Peach blossoms are planted in your garden and were also implicated in the fire two years ago. Now in the process of recovery, the small trees are poorly shouldered with the snow of deep winter.

The woman stopped under an old tree and turned back and said, "My name is Han Wei, and the Dragon King probably doesn't remember me."

"Remember, you were my guard when you were in Saitama City two years ago. I have never seen you in the Xiaoyao Sea. I must have stayed here."

Han Wei was silent for a while, "The Dragon King is good memory."

"Can you ask the imperial teacher to come out?"

"Not yet, the Royal Master hopes that Dragon King will help us a lot."

"Please say."

Han Hao raised his hands and took two shots. From the surrounding trees, he walked out more than a dozen people. There were men and women, and the oldest ones were only in their twenties. Each hand held a sword with a sheath to form a loose circle. Surrounded by the Dragon King.

The three injured teenagers consciously stepped back a few steps to fill the gap in the encirclement.

Shangguan Hong was stunned and looked around. He found that there was no place in the circle. What puzzled him most was that there was no warning in the trip of the Dragon King. He did not have time to disclose it to anyone. Why is it in the joint room and your garden? Will there be an ambush?

"Is it necessary to compare?" Gu Shen asked.

"That's right, a total of 18 people are proud of the building's disciples. In this world, only the Dragon King is both proud of the building and the Xiaoyue sword, so they want to see it."

"Xiaoyue sword method?"

"The sword of the royal family, the Dragon King should be very familiar."

Gu Shenwei did not argue, and passed the death of the dead, and changed its name to “Xiaoyue Jianfa”, claiming “foundation”. All kinds of behaviors are very different from the Tibetan women in his memory. “I have seen my swordsmanship, the Imperial Society Show up?"

"Yu Zhongshi is very willing to see the Dragon King, but this is only the first step. The Dragon King has to smash the three levels to prove that his swordsmanship has not fallen, and he still deserves to be a master."

Gu Shen is proud of her heart and gently pulls out the Wufeng knife. "Good."

Han Wei slightly nodded, and said with aloud: "The sorrow of the living, the peace of the dead, not the sword with life, that is, the person with the sword died, began."

Out of the two swordsmen, they are all fifteen or six-year-old teenagers, a round face, a square face, ten steps apart, nodding their heads to the Dragon King, suddenly turning around and waving their swords to each other.

Gu Shen was surprised. I didn't expect the first level to be just an audience.

The two teenagers are all using the swordsmanship of the dead, but after two moves, Gu Shenwei understands it. This is the swordsmanship that the lotus girl has transformed. No wonder Han Han will say the word "found" and rename the dead. "Xiaoyue Jianfa".

Gu Shenwei also transformed the dead man, the first Nanping, the Snow Swordsman, the killer of Hu Shining's training and many other people have benefited from it, but they all have their own martial arts, but they have borrowed a little bit of the sword of the dead through the Dragon King. Not a specific move.

Xiaoyue's swordsmanship is different. From the move to the core, it is still a dead man, but adding a lot of lotus women's own understanding, the murderous is more intense, the two teenagers are working together to kill each other, but they can't do a single blow. kill.

Many interpretations of the existence of the dead have disappeared. Xiaoyue Jianfa has only one way of practicing, one way, and killing.

At the thirteenth stroke, the round-faced teenager won, and the youngster in the face of the sword, silently kneeling, still holding his own sword in his hand, his eyes gradually dimmed, into the safe world of the dead.

The round-faced teenager once again faced the Dragon King. This time he did not nod. He wanted to challenge.

With killing as a means of cultivation, the young man has just passed a hurdle and must climb a higher mountain.

Very similar to the South Screen, this is a group of swordsmen who survived for the sword, and they are worthy of the disciple.

Gu Shen is holding the handle and choosing to preemptively. He is a killer. He does not know how to be polite, and he will not be soft-hearted.

The round-faced juvenile arm is raised. If it is not halfway stopped, his movements will be as fast as lightning. He can't see it under the moonlight, but his movements only make half, his arms are in the air, and the sword falls to the ground. .

"Don't use the sword again." Gu Shenwei said that he cut off the boy's right thumb, which is equivalent to abolishing the opponent's more than half of the martial arts.

The teenager still raised his arm flat, and the blood at the broken finger dripped like a creek. In the blink of an eye, a small red pothole was found on the snow.

He was left in the world of miserable people.

"Retreat." Han Yuping gave orders lightly, and the boy immediately turned around, picked up the squatting body and strode to the depths of Taolin.

Killing a pair of pairs to go on the ground, every time there is a person in the sword fell, Gu Shenwei refused to kill, every time cut a thumb, no one can block him a knife, these people's swords are uneven However, without exception, it is not long after the new study. Gu Shenwei wondered what the purpose of the Dutch woman was to sacrifice these innocent people.

Eighteen people, nine died, nine left, leaving nine thumbs and nine small blood pits.

Shangguanhong saw a fierce battle, but he resisted and insisted on seeing the end from the beginning. The Dragon King had a total of nine knives. The first three knives were just a glimpse of the glimpse of him. Starting from the fourth knife, he touched it. A little doorway, the sixth knife, he saw the trajectory of the Wufeng knife, the ninth knife, he understood that he had always had the mistakes that existed, and that it was not desperate to attack and defend. He wasted too much power on the useless momentum, but instead dragged Slowed out the speed of the sword.

Han Yu also learned a lot. "The dragon king's knife is a sword. Your swordsmanship is very different from that of the royal masters. I am fortunate to watch and benefit me."

“The first level is over?” Gu Shenwei knew very well what he was doing. The enemy was learning the swordsmanship from him, but he didn’t care. Every move was still full of force. His men’s mercy did not kill the young swordsmen. But his knife has no mercy, even if the goal is just a thin piece of paper, he will give up 10 success, but he already has control, can do it indifferently, can avoid piercing a piece of paper indiscriminately or Pierce a piece of rock.

"The second turn is to you and me." Han Yu said, pulling out the vertical sword from the side of the leg, three-foot sword.

Shang Guanhong was taken aback. No one told him that there was still a battle tonight. He touched the soft sword at the waist, but his heart was tumbling. Not long ago, he was defeated under the palm of the Dragon King. Others try.

The Dragon King still has a long distance from him. Shang Guanhong must first defeat Han Han, and the winner is qualified to challenge the Dragon King.

"The sorrows of the living, the peace of the dead." Han said, these eight words seem to be her curse.

"The sorrow of the living..." Shang Guanhong repeated, but he couldn't say the last four words. He wanted to live. He didn't take revenge. Shangguanfei lived well and didn't even feel the threat he brought.

Gu Shenwei is not optimistic about him. Thinking too much is by no means the best condition for the execution of the sword.

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