Sealing Knife

The beads between the fingers have been dialed several times, and they are repeated from cycle to cycle, like one cycle after another.

Many years ago, Duanya asked Sekong a question when he was still alive: "Is there anything in the world that is set in stone?"

All things are bound to die, family and prosperity are bound to die, the four phases alternate, the sea turns into mulberry fields ... Even the sky is dotted with stars, and there is a day when the sky rises and falls.

Sekong thought for a long time, from the count of Ganges and the sand to his fingertips, there was no result. Until that day the snow fell, he got the news of the death of Duanya and saw the most entangled person in his life.

The sharp edge gathers in the eyes, merges into a drop of scarlet, that red never disappears, but solidifies into eternal darkness.

He finally understood that what is constant in the world is the variable itself.

Regardless of the will of the people, it is an unpredictable and ever-changing thing. Life is between heaven and earth, moving in the red dust, or drifting with the waves, or it should be constant.

The stone door opened slowly, and the footsteps were deliberately aggravated from the back. The color sky did not move, and he was still kneeling on the ground, tossing the bead between his fingers, and there were words in his mouth.

"During this" Mantra of Life ", is the master going overboard for those who are suffering, or is he preparing himself in advance?" A low, smiling voice came from the top, and Helian Yuju looked down at the color sky with empty fingers. Void stretched on his top door, and the bent knuckles seemed to break in the next moment.

Sekong said: "Who is right and who is not needless."

He Lianyu smiled slightly, the fire in the lamp on the wall reflected in his eyes, but did not increase his enthusiasm, but only a little blood-like red.

He was extremely cold in his bones, and his back could not help but tremble, but there was a manic heat rushing in the Dantian, gradually infiltrating the strange meridians and eight veins, and the blood flowing under the skin, so that he was in a mad and sober intertwined In the dangerous realm, going in or out is very different.

He Lianyu squatted slowly, staring at the old monk's collapsed eyelids, and asked softly, "The Buddha is relieved, doesn't he even care about life and death?"

The voice was wet and cold, like a poisonous snake climbing on the body of flesh and blood, causing the back to chill.

Sekong flicked the hands of Buddha beads and said, "Helian donor, the sea is endless, and the shore is the shore."

Helian Yu smiled: "Master wants to cross me?"

"Budu has a fate."

"Master thinks, I have a relationship with Buddha?" He Lianyu raised his eyebrows, but unfortunately the silver mask blocked his happy expression, and the blind old monk could not see his gradually deep eyes.

Sekong said: "Right and wrong, right or wrong, in one thought."

"Thirty-two years ago, someone said this to me, and I refused." Helian Yu lowered her eyelids, and her **** wearing her finger cots drew down the empty corners of her eyes, and there was a little tingling. He finally reached his heart, "I hate mediocrity in my life the most, since I can't be a great saint and a virtuous man, I want to be a great traitor for years, and I can only do what I want to do. Suffered. The master wants to cross me, please wait for the rest of your life. "

The sharp Mithril finger sleeve penetrates the cassock and the monk's clothing, and pierces the flesh and blood. The monk's robe has two red dots.

Sekong sighed softly.

As soon as this breath was exhaled, Helian Yu suddenly withdrew and flew back, but the punch had already reached him.

He Lianyu's pupils tightened, and he turned his claws into his palms and stopped him in front of him. He just caught the thin fist. However, his strength was as unstoppable as he could not be blocked by his palm. The flesh palm still hit him on the chest!

Pain came from both the hand bones and the chest. Sekong had already stood up with the power of this fist. With his fist forward, he forced Helian Yu to slip a few feet, and his back hit the wall firmly. But after hearing a few strange noises, there were actually several cracks.

This punch was ready to express its surprise, but it was extremely fancy and extremely fierce. Helian Yu did not put down his vigilance, but he avoided it.

"Zhao ... Bing Mo, really ... my good sister."

He Lianyu was naturally not stupid. His thoughts changed sharply, but he did not suspect Bu Xueyao as he usually expected. Instead, he bit Zhao Zhaomo quickly.

As Zhao Bingmo knows him well, he knows this woman too well. In the current situation, it is only her who has the most reason to set up a situation for herself and can persuade West Buddha to lie dormant until now.

Blood dripped from under the silver mask and stained empty hands. The monk chanted "Amitabha". Although he couldn't see his eyes, he pulled his fist sideways like a **** and escaped from the bottom up.

Helian Yu pulled out of the abyss.

He has always been a person who knows the current affairs. He does everything in the face of hundreds of people. In the face of the martial arts, the younger generation can rely on the skill of the age.

Qian Yuan trembles from his waist, the sword light is running like water, and when he shakes in the air, he makes a sound of "簌簌".

With a clatter, Sekong shook his bead in the air, entangled the blade steadily in the bizarre sword path, and immediately stalemate two times. With a snort, each took three or four steps.

With such a withdrawal, the blade cut the rope, the beads spread out, and Sekong's footsteps did not stand still, but his body moved again. But when he turned around, he swept across the hills and swept across the wilderness, and the bead that had not landed was also brought by the wind and struck in all directions.

One hundred and eight buddha beads, each of which came with the sound of wind, Helian Yu was holding his sword like a wheel, and the defense was dripping, the buddha beads hit the blade, and the sound of "ding ding" continued.

Not only was he blocking the move, but he was also deliberately guiding the sound, because Helian Yu was conspicuous, but Sekong was a blind man whose eyes were blind and he could only listen to the argument.

A moment of stagnation is a momentary success or failure.

When Sekong was shocked, Helian had already deceived him three feet in front of him, Qian Yuan fell down, his unmatched sword was pinched by a pair of flesh palms, and the blade was less than an inch from his head.

Helian Yujian was in a stable position, and Sekong's hand was trembling.

If it is usual, he must fight hard against Sekong, but now the other party has been trapped for many days, his blood is dry, his internal strength is exhausted, and he is tough against him with the extremely vigorous "Fu Tu Quan Jing", even if it is iron. People were also stuffed into cotton cores.

The corner of the mouth under Helian Yu's mask slightly tilted.

The right hand in the sleeve, lifted forward with a ghostly, silent, silent, rapid wind, seeing the opportunity to insert the old monk Dan Tian!

The bloodthirsty pleasure has appeared in Helianyu's eyes!

However, on the empty surface, there is still nowhere to go.

At the next moment, but Wen Shimen rang softly, He Lianyu had not raised his eyes, and Sekong shot his hands one by one, dangerously retreating sideways.

Too late to see who the speedy guest is, Helian's murderous murder in the chest continues to tear the flesh and blood out of the earth, the abyss like a poisonous snake confession of letter, in the blink of an eye has reached the color sky, the sword gas like a rainbow tears the sky, blood and flesh, front The sharp air has cut a blood from his face!

Between the electric light and the flint, no one can see anything, just feel that the cold light is like a moon training, falling into the sky, and running back to the front with the Tianhe. Hit the opponent's blade, struggling to block, such as a spear attacking the shield, regardless of the height.

Helian Yu's face changed dramatically!

Under the mask, the corners of his raised mouth suddenly solidified, and then slowly fell, squeezed into a sharp blade, quenching the remaining blood.

He didn't look at Sekong again, his eyes moved quickly along the blade, and saw the moire engraved on the sword grid, and the hand holding the sword handle tightly.

The lights were extinguished, the candle shadow was swaying, the third person's shadow was reflected on the cave wall, and there was an extra silver mask in He Lianyu's eyes.

The same gown, light robe, and silver face covered his face. At first glance, it looked like he was standing in front of a mirror cast by a skilled craftsman, and scored everything on his body.

Except for those eyes.

He Lianyu saw a pair of frozen eyes, covered with cold snow and frozen, below which was still water without waves.

The cold in his bones suddenly appeared through his body, and Helian Yu shuddered uncontrollably.

But he is still laughing, the laughter is getting crazy!

Chu Xiwei knew that Helian Yu was here.

The Burial Soul Palace sent countless dark piles this time, but these predators finally focused their eyes on Wuxiang Temple, and Zhao Bing Mo was secretly doing things this time. It's not difficult to entangle secretly in Chan Shan.

Helian Yulai came quietly, but could not stand the long-held "Wild Ghosts".

As soon as he entered the mountain, Chu Xiwei received the information from below. Under consideration, he didn't explain Xuan Su to be optimistic about the temple, and he ordered his men to guard the mountain roads everywhere, and he followed.

He Lian Yu Wugong is high-strength and tricky, and Chu Xiwei knows that if Ye Fusheng is here, keeping up with the other party is still strenuous, not to mention himself. Therefore, Chu Xiwei didn't dare to chase too tightly so as not to hit the grass and startle the snake. Instead, he hid in a place five feet away from them, and retracted his body into the narrow gap of the mountain wall, like a paper man, even the atmosphere did not appear.

The night was quiet and the wind was roaring, tearing the words that hadn't been big much more vague, and Chu Xi frowned slightly and looked at them with a gleam of light, until the soldiers divided into three ways and left.

Bu Xueyao took Hengyuan down the mountain, Zhao Bingmo went to Wuxiang Temple, and Helian Yu went to Du'e Cave. Considering for a moment, Chu Xi will continue to keep up with Helian Yu when he makes small steps.

He saw a figure flashing from another mountain not far away, chasing the direction of Helian Yu and following.

With a quick glance, I could only see the corner of the smock raised by the other party with the wind, and an ancient sword on my back.

Duanqing?

Chu Xiwei's heart was stagnant. He had just chased Helian Yu all the way, just like chasing a cunning viper. He didn't know when the other party would bite back and teach people creepy. Now I saw Duan Qing, who was also dressed, followed closely. The chill did not resolve, but went deeper into the bone marrow.

The piles of densely covered ghost gates here made Chu Xi's ears clear, while Duan Qing, who was lonely, could hide here early, only to show that someone had sent him a letter.

Zhao Bingmo turned around and walked altogether. Was she frank and ineffective, or had she already set up a killing game?

Chu Xiwei's thoughts turned sharply, and she was a few steps behind, chasing behind Duan Qing.

Walking all the way, traversing between the mountains and forests, Chu Xiwei looked at the path around him, and was surprised that they were going to Du'e Cave.

He could not disturb He Lianyu, nor did he want Duan Qing to find whereabouts, so he chased at the end, and in a blink of an eye the two disappeared in the forest, thinking about the journey secretly, fearing that they both fell off the cliff.

Without further ado, Chu Xiwei wanted to catch up in secret, but he didn't want this piece of Linzi who had been here before to appear to be a master at this time. Lin Jian apparently saw no haze, but he did not go out for two or three laps here!

With a heavy heart, Chu Xi turned over a big tree, closed his eyes and turned his head, pouring internal force into his ears, capturing the slightest movement.

The sound of wind, the sound of leaves, the sound of rat ants crawling over the blades of grass ... and the sound of footsteps!

More than he is trapped in this forest!

Although the sound of these people's footsteps is not heavy, but in the end it is disordered, fearing that there will be no fewer than twenty people. Duanqing and Helian Yu are obviously not among them. Chu Xiwei frowned, and heard that someone was close to the big tree he was hiding in. He was about to look at another place to continue observing, but he heard a breeze behind his head.

A deliberately suppressed voice was gathered by the internal force and spread to the ears with the wind: "Erector, don't move!"