Death Sutra

The old man jumped from the wall and took a few steps to the side of the wild horse. He took a picture on his lap and used this action to start the Xiaoyuetang and the Delilou disciples who were present. ※r/>

The wild horse is like a frightened cat with a bow back and no sword after landing.

He couldn't make a sword, and the Dragon King had just demonstrated the new realm of the sword of extermination, and his confidence fell to the bottom.

The old man pulled out the long sword he carried with him, looked at it with contempt, and suddenly threw it on the ground and said loudly: "I am just a frog at the bottom of the well. What is the qualification for a sword? Anyone here is better at swordsmanship than I am." ""

Shangguanfei vaguely guessed the intention of the old man, and inserted a very quietly on the wall. "I am not good at... I will not make the sword at all."

"Me too." Han Fen followed the sentence and seemed to be very proud of it.

The old man has a lot of words, so he hates others to interrupt himself. He casts a severe sigh on Shangguanfei. "That's because you are too stupid."

The old man had more words to say, so he let go of Shangguanfei, standing between the Dragon King and the wild horse, and said with a sigh of relief: "I have a suggestion. Since everyone is learning the same kind of martial arts, why not temporarily fight? Let's explore the mystery of the sword method together? Hey, I don't know how to practice the sword. But I know more and look at it. Since I went underground, I found at least five different styles. People of the same style are fighting each other. Nothing is known about the progress. Actually, the swordsmanship is improved, and communication has the same effect. What do you mean?"

More than a hundred people were silent, they were all fascinated by swordsmanship, so it was easy to listen to the orders of the wild horses, and also felt that the advice of the old man was very reasonable, but no one immediately spoke, waiting for the Mustang to respond first. .

The wild horse's gaze crossed the old man, staring at the dragon king.

"Since it is a discussion. You can't hide it. Is the Dragon King willing to point out everyone's swordsmanship?" Wood old man asked the wild horse for the most concerned thing.

"Of course." Gu Shen took up the Wufeng knife, avoided the body and blood on the ground, and walked around the circle to the wild horse. Wherever they went, everyone avoided it, but it was not as fearful as the wild horse.

"I have just learned a few swords in the past, and maybe it will help you." Gu Shenwei stopped at the Mustang ten steps.

Unless threatened, Gu Shen does not want to kill more people. The swordsmanship of these new scholars has just begun, and there is no value for him. The wild horse is worth killing, but it is from this spurt of the late riser that Gu Shen has seen where he wants to learn.

So he showed the three swords. Knowing that this will definitely pull the wild horse out of the simple killing.

The old man is a wise man. He did not learn the dead man. When he helped the dragon king integrate martial arts in the grassland, he learned a lot of relevant information. Therefore, he immediately guessed the intention of the dragon king and proposed the strike.

The old man of the wood casts a glimpse of the dragon king and turns to the wild horse. "How? Little wild horse. In fact, you need this discussion most, I think you are going too far on the evil road."

No one knows the wild horse better than the old man. The more awesome the other is, the more casual his tone is. It seems that the other party is still his small follower.

This trick is actually easy to use, the Mustang put a long sword on the body of the foot and made several gestures.

"No problem." Wood old man can understand his meaning. "Everything is aimed at improving the sword. After the discussion, let's kill another one. Let me explain. You promote each other. Those who don't learn swordsman don't have to participate." Yes, we are only three onlookers, and you should not take us to practice swords."

"Only watching and not doing it." Shangguanfei repeated loudly, indicating that he belongs to someone who has not learned swordsmanship.

Tianshan Zong Guard stood at the entrance of the hall. He was the fourth unrelated person. Because of his face, he did not stand up and admitted that he had not learned the swordsmanship. He just approached the wall and stepped on it to observe everyone.

The old man looked at the dragon king and said, "The wild horse, the lotus girl is called out. The sword method she taught is your source. This discussion must have her presence."

The old man thought that this request would be categorically rejected. He even thought about more reasons. The result was useless. The wild horse did not react. It seemed that the old man’s request had nothing to do with him. Another voice sounded in the dark passage. ,"I always."

The Dutch woman slowly walked into the lake hall from the passage, with a long sword hanging from her waist, and her steps were light and floating, without a little bit of injury.

Tianshan Zong's guardian was shocked. He was at the entrance of the passage and played a 12-point spirit. He did not find a person standing nearby.

Xiaoyuetang and Deyilou disciples all pay tribute to each other and still regard the lotus girl as a sect.

Han Fen cheered with joy and rushed from the corner to the door. No matter how dirty the blood was, he threw himself down. "The princes..." The tears burst out and they couldn't speak.

In contrast, the Dutch woman is much colder. She is a few years younger than Han Fen, and her expression is more mature. Yu Guang glanced at her finger and raised her finger, indicating that Han Fen got up and did not say a word to her. Facing the Dragon King, "Hey, the most essential part of Xiaoyuetang is standing among these people. How does the Dragon King think of them?"

Gu Shenwei was a little surprised. The Dutch woman did not seem to be imprisoned. What did she send to Guanhong to find herself?

Shangguan Hong stood with Shangguanfei, holding a soft sword in his hand and bowing his head, not looking at the Dragon King.

"Yes, I hope they will all survive."

"Since it is Jinghua, there is no need to worry about their lives and deaths. Even if they are covered in layers, they will stand out."

Listening to the lotus girl's tone, this killing is like her idea.

Gu Shenwei has not spoken yet, Han Fen who has already got up and said excitedly: "Yu Zhongshi, this is the bad of the wild horse, right? You heard what Han Han said? She called your name and said You are wrong, now the Dragon King is coming..."

"Dragon King is a guest of Xiaoyuetang. It is a good thing that he can participate in the discussion of swordsmanship. If it is ulterior motive, it is the enemy of Xiaoyuetang."

"I am not interested in the affairs of Xiaoyuetang." Gu Shenwei's voice also cooled down. "I just want to see what the dead can be like through swordsmanship."

Han Fen’s eyes kept on whispering, and she was puzzled by the words of the priests, but she always obeyed in front of the priests, vaguely called “yes”, retreated to one side, and looked at the dragon king and the imperial teacher. Sweeping and sweeping, I always feel that I have missed something.

The old man is very jealous of the Dutch woman, and he laughed twice. "What is the attitude is that you can try not to kill people, but how can you explore the law? Can the masters have ideas?"

"You just said that you see at least five styles?"

"I don't see five kinds. No matter how different the swordsmanship is, the practice will become more and more different once the differences arise in the process of ascension."

"It makes sense. The Dragon King is the forerunner of the sword method. The moves that have just been shown are quite novel. It seems that there have been many insights in recent days. Let me admire them. It is better to ask the Dragon King to determine the style of each person and classify them."

Gu Shen’s three moves not only shocked the wild horse, but also touched the lotus girl.

Shangguanfei on the wall opened his mouth. His most urgent hope was to leave this underground hall like a grave as soon as possible. The smell of the corpse and the **** smell made him only want to vomit, but the old man stood up and he wanted to be in the dragon king. There seemed to be some use in front of him, so he said with courage: "The lotus girl... the sergeant, you are one of the pioneers who studied with the Dragon King. Why is it not up to you to determine your sword style?"

Even Shangguanfei, who knows very little about the dead, understands that the so-called deterministic style is to fight against everyone here, and it is tantamount to wheel tactics.

"It's also a way." The Dutch woman still looks at the Dragon King. "The Dragon King is a guest, you choose."

"well."

The Dragon King actually agreed, Shangguanfei was as confused as Han Fen, and he did not dare to speak at the wall.

The old man in the wood shoots his hands. "In fact, not everyone can show the sword method. The dragon king explains the style characteristics. If you can determine it, you will automatically stand in the past and save a lot of time."

"Change a place." The lotus girl squatted on the dead body and frowned slightly. "Xiaoyuetang can't entertain guests in this place."

The Dutch woman took the lead and walked into the passage. Han Fen followed closely and asked her friend Han Han’s whereabouts, but knew that this was not the time to speak.

After a dozen steps, it was a wild horse. He was like a weakening flame. It was no longer aggressive. The danger was not reduced at all.

Then, Gu Shenwei, Mu Laotou and others, Tianshan Zong guards joined them.

More than a hundred Xiaoyuetang and Deyilou disciples entered the passage, and they still kept a distance. The killings were temporarily stopped. The alert in their hearts could not be eliminated, and they might never be eliminated.

This is another hall, which is small in size, but it is also large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. The furnishings are quite complete. There are tables, chairs and weapons, and the torches around them are lit and bright.

The Dutch woman was sitting in the chair of the main seat, her right arm was on the table, her eyes were blank, and for the first time she showed a tired look, which seemed to have no interest in the upcoming discussion.

Han Fen stood by the chair, her lips were closed, her eyes were stunned. She didn't understand the true thoughts of the priests, but she knew instinctively one thing: the danger was around and never eliminated.

The wild horse stood in front of the left side of the Dutch woman and scanned the crowd with the master's gesture.

More disciples came from the hidden places, and there were more than 150 people gathered in the hall. It is impossible to maintain a safe distance. Therefore, everyone hangs their swords and hangs their eyes. The silent air is rushing in the air. Murderous.

Shangguanfei couldn't wait to shrink into the ground. He felt that everyone in the neighborhood was mad at himself. Only the one who looked at the slightly familiar Tianshan Guardian seemed to be a normal person, so he cast a goodwill and a gaze.

The guard held the handle and also approached the official flight.

Gu Shenwei stood in the middle of the hall, and the Wufeng knife was again sheathed.

The old man is the only one who is excited to express his words. He turned around in a circle. "This is a great event in the Western Regions of Wulin. From here, people go out - of course, not including some of us who have not learned swordsmanship." It will become a dragon and a phoenix in the people. Of course, some people, such as the Dragon King, are already among the people, and they can only fly higher in the sky. Haha, come on, this group of living people, together reveal the true meaning of the dead."

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