Death Sutra

The wild horse is tired, but refuses to stop killing. He can't find a suitable opponent. Once and for all, the sword becomes a means of killing time, which makes him talk.

His "tongue" grows in the mouth of others.

She stood beside the wild horse, holding a small oil lamp in her hand, and the faint light shone out the corpse around it, as if the tornado had swept through the scene. She was high on her head, excited, and a trace of pride. "Dragon King, I know that you are here, why not show up and end your duel with the wild horse many years ago? This time, you don’t have to circle any more..."

A swordsman appeared quietly and attacked behind the wild horse. He had confidence in his sword and reached the point of worship. It relied on firm belief that he killed many people in the dark underground palace. Let him think that he can challenge the wild horse.

Everyone who died under the Mustang sword thinks so.

The wild horse turned slightly, and the sword in his hand passed through the body of the sneak attacker. The movement was simple without any moves, just like a prisoner killing a prisoner with a big flower.

The Mustang finally found this feeling. When the children’s family and children were killed in childhood, he did not feel sad at all because he replaced himself as a Jinpeng killer. Those people skillfully and ruthlessly took out their swords. The living life is full of indifference, as if it is a **** in the heavenly courts to play with all beings.

This is the method of killing the sword. The wild horse named his sword. In the Xiaoyue sword method taught by the lotus girl, the words "killing the child" appeared in the inconspicuous commentary, but the wild horse was very deep. .

There is another body at her feet. "There are only one practice method for the dead, and you are wrong with the Dutch woman."

"The shameless Han Han, the name of the imperial teacher is also what you can say?" Han Fei's angry voice came from the darkness.

Han Xiao smiled, "Han Fen. Dragon King comes with you? The name is used to say, for everyone, the lotus girl teaches the wrong sword, and it is not worthy of being a sergeant. The wild horse is Xiaoyuetang. Hope."

"The wild horse is a madman. He wants to kill Xiaoyuetang disciples." Han Fen was even more angry.

Not just Han Han, it seems that there is a laugh in the darkness of nothing. The words "mad" are usually placed on their heads, and now they are spoken from a disciple of Xiaoyuetang. Become a funny irony.

"You misunderstood." Han Yu is very happy to be the mouth of the wild horse and explain everything for him. "The wild horse is going to save the cicada, and the Xiaoyuetang wastes too much. For example, you are one. In addition to being a stepping stone, keep you still. What's the use? Ten or even fewer top swordsmen are more powerful than hundreds of ordinary disciples."

"Nonsense." In front of someone more unreasonable than himself, Han Fen looked stupid and could not find a suitable reason to refute.

"This is the rule of Xiaoyuetang, Han Fen, don't you forget. You have killed many fellow disciples to live to this day. The wild horse is not a whimsy. He really understands the essence of Xiaoyuetang. As for the female girl. Ha. It would be ridiculous to want Xiaoyuetang to participate in the hegemony world. She thought that she would be able to win the Dragon King's favor? She used Xiaoyuetang as a tool of arbitrary control and did whatever she wanted. She was wrong, the wild horse was the right one. ""

Han Yuyue said that the more excited. Turning his head and glanced at the vague figure in the darkness, she was so excited that she was filled with tears. She really worshipped this one-armed man.

Han Fen was speechless, Han Han continued to talk, and the object changed. "Dragon King, don't you want to see the real dead man's swordsmanship? Dead man, this is the name you and the woman himself, from today. It is called 'killing swordsmanship'. Only the wild horses have realized the true meaning of the swordsmanship. They have both the sword of extinction and the disciples who are in groups. What happens to the dragons, you can witness the truth in death."

The Dragon King did not show up, but there was a lonely applause in the darkness. "It’s a good talk, it’s wonderful, the girl is a wild horse... It’s not good to describe it, please ask, the wild horse is taught to you by the 'sword' on your body. These are reasonable?"

Han Han’s face changed. “Wooden old man? You haven’t practiced the sword of death, you are not qualified to come here.”

"Oh, such a powerful sword, there is no such thing as an old man. The greatest pain in life is nothing more than this. I am so unfortunate. I see these bodies that fell on the ground. I feel even more unfortunate. I am finished at a young age. The action is faster than me, it’s too unfair!"

"Xiaoyuetang disciple, Deyilou disciple listened to the order, immediately killed the old man, and Han Fen, she did not practice swordsmanship, not worthy of death under the wild horse sword." Han Yu said coldly.

The disciples who were used as tools for practicing swords by the wild horses will still order the decree, and the voice of Han Yu will just fall, and a series of slight sounds in the dark corners, like someone’s sigh.

Someone fell, and the voice of the old man appeared in the other direction. "Wow, it’s amazing, you don’t have to look at it, you can hear the sound and you know that the sword is amazing. The wild horse brother, you finally invented a martial arts, and I am with you. I haven't wasted for two years. Hey, you can be a bit out now, there are swords and women, if you are willing to share with me, I can give pointers..."

Han Han personally shot, his body swayed, but fell to the ground, the oil lamp fell to the ground, lit her clothes.

The wild horse killed her. Han Yu knew the idea of ​​the wild horse, but he could not understand his dislike of the voice. He chattered endlessly. Everything was in the sword. Is there so much reason to say it?

The sound that made him more disgusted did not stop. "The old horse brother, don't need such a heart, I just make a joke. In fact, my woman and you are innocent. Really, I remember correctly. I was in the middle of the year. When the moon hall enjoyed, she was not born yet? Hey, she won’t be the kind that I accidentally left behind? Mustang brother, you killed my daughter, oh... 乖 婿 婿 叫 叫 叫 叫 叫 叫 岳 岳 岳 岳 岳 岳 岳 岳 岳you……"

After burning the clothes, the flame became weak once, and when it penetrated the skin and touched the fat, it became grand and bigger, and the surrounding corpses were also wrapped in.

The figure of the wild horse is clearly visible. Holding the sword in his hand and lowering his head, it is like mourning his own mistakes. When he raises his head, there is no feeling in his eyes, and he is more hollow than the eyes of the dead.

The figure of others has begun to appear.

The center of the lake is wider, and more than a hundred people are scattered everywhere. They don't feel too crowded. The distance between them is ten steps away. Everyone is still, and the killing is not over yet. They are all preparing for the sword.

The wild horses move at a pace, like a huge crocodile crawling in shallow water, and the surrounding small fish will automatically let go away from far away.

The old man couldn’t hide it. He squatted on the torch bracket and almost merged with the wall. "Hey, the old horse is still a good-looking young man. I am very satisfied with your father-in-law. I am still in the Xiaoyuetang." Kind, pick one and send it to you."

The wild horse approached, and the sword in his hand looked like a fast-twisting snake under the reflection of the corpse fire. He hated this voice. From the first day of seeing the old man, this hatred has taken root and he has endured for two years. After that, even in my sleep, I was often awakened by the familiar shackles, and today I am finally over.

The old man swallowed his throat, he wanted to escape, but his body couldn’t move. The wild horse was not the same as before. He did not make any extra moves, but he sealed all the retreats in a dozen steps. The old man could not find Safe path.

He looked behind the wild horse. "Dragon King, come out and come out, I will survive and be useful to you."

The wild horse is not fooled. He understands the means of the old man and believes in his vigilance behind him.

The corpse fire suddenly went out. At the same time, the fire on the wall ignited and the lake hall was brighter.

The old man looked at the wild horse with a smile. "The smell of burning the body can be bad, isn't it?"

The wild horse turned and saw the people he had been waiting for.

The corpse fire was not too wide, and Gu Shen took it out with the palm of his hand. Han Fen, Han Ling and Shangguan’s brothers picked up the torches on the wall, carefully away from the disciples in the hall, and even dared not to approach. Wild horses, so only the torches near the old man's head did not ignite.

The taste is really unpleasant. The wild horse does not care. It goes back along the original road. Suddenly, the body sways and kills a proud young man disciple who is a dozen steps away at an incredible speed. Then he jumps back to the original place. ,Keep going.

With a distance of more than a hundred steps, the Mustang killed five people, the distance is far or near, there is no fixed law, and it is completely randomly selected.

Everyone looked at it like this, no one showed surprise, no one retreated, like a group of pigs to be slaughtered.

Gu Shenwei also looked at him. He stood in the middle of the hall, and his feet were burnt bodies. He didn't care about this taste.

A proud disciple suddenly shot, he is not close to the Dragon King, there are several people in the middle, which makes his sneak attack more hidden, as if it is a ghost jumping out of nothing.

Gu Shenwei handed the Wufeng knife to the left hand, the backhand grip, and stabbed a knife back.

The sneak attacker was attacked until the tip of the knife broke into the nose, only to find himself in the middle of the move. He did not understand that he straightened his arm, plus the length of the sword, and there was still a distance from the target. How could the Dragon King reverse his hand? In yourself?

Gu Shen took the knife back and handed it over to the right hand.

The wild horse stopped and the empty eyes finally changed.

The Dragon King showed him the swordsmanship of the dead. Compared with the Taolin in Guiyuan, there were some subtle changes. It was not within the imagination of the wild horse. Suddenly, the wild horse found himself returning to the threshold and still did not enter the room.

He is puzzled and angry.

Gu Shenwei did not speak. He also believed that the sword could express real thoughts. So he took a breath and played three moves in the same place. Every move was very weird. It seemed meaningless and unfathomable.

Onlookers felt that these three moves were inconsistent with the Xiaoyue swordsmanship. Only the wild horses were hit hard, and they stepped back two steps. The arm of the sword shook slightly.

The wild horse's understanding of the sword method does not exceed the scope of the twenty-nine kinds of practice of the dead. The three figures that Gu Shen saw in the second stone room are the extension of the "killing" sword method. The wild horse suddenly looks at In the eyes, how can you not be shocked?

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