The master, with his hands folded, as if he hadn't heard the girl's words, spread out in circles around him, and the wind around him was quiet. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But the silence really can't infect this girl with monstrous war intent in her heart, no matter who stops her today, the spear will be taken by herself, what is a mere monk.

The streamer on the spear edge became even more enthusiastic, and his footsteps moved towards the monk a little, obviously treating the master as a great enemy of life and death.

And it is true that the monk can quietly appear by his side, that means must not be small, then Han Xian is afraid of ruining his life, but also in order to prove himself, so he does not dare to use Dao power, and now this monk, who stands in my way, must be ruthlessly crushed.

In the short distance, no matter how slow, the spear also approached the monk as quickly as possible.

And now the quiet Sanskrit sound echoed clearly in her ears, and her heart was terrified, and the power of the Dao spread to her ears, and it was obvious that the girl did not want to hear this.

Because the voice that filled the bottom of my heart affected the fighting spirit, the hands holding the spear oozed cold sweat.

She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it, the Sanskrit sound saw the Dao power as if it was nothing, and there was no weakening when it passed through the Dao power, and it didn't go straight to the bottom of her heart without half a minute of stagnation.

And how not to be shocked, because I feel that the fighting spirit and belief in my heart are on the verge of collapse.

But with a resolute mind, how not to make the last struggle, a proud shout exploded: "Ah." The spear in his hand stabbed towards the monk's body with a blazing heat.

The eyes were locked on the target, and he was very afraid that the gun would go empty, because he knew that if this shot was dodged, he would have no hope, all his beliefs were in this shot, and the fighting spirit in his heart had been wiped out by the sound of Buddha at the moment.

And now the monk's figure did not move for half a minute, which made the excitement in those eyes reach its highest point, as long as he swept him, there would be no resistance to his own acquisition of the spear.

Do you have hope if people don't move?

There is no doubt that this girl is as young as Han Xian, and the spear piercing into the monk's range of an inch is like piercing an iron plate, and it is difficult to move an inch, and the eyes can see a circle of ripples spreading around the monk, and it is the ripples of the Sanskrit sound that lock all the hopes of this young man.

All the excitement in his eyes was finally taken over, because he knew very well in his heart how this person could deal with himself, even if his ability was increasing tenfold, it would be ridiculous to face such a person.

And now I can't laugh out loud, because I was shocked to find that at this moment, my body was unable to move for half a minute, and the circle of Sanskrit ripples was firmly trapped by itself like a locked spear.

All you can do is those eyes to express your tenacity resolutely.

But tenaciousness couldn't change the status quo, and his legs slowly left the ground.

The waiter of Nadan had already exclaimed, because in his eyes, his master's entire body had been slowly lifted, and it was pushed out by a circle of ripples.

Is it useful to open the mouth, all the Dan waiter can do is watch, and sit in the dust and watch.

Unwillingly, because others threw themselves out without even moving their fingers, and now their feet are stepping on the ground, and the monk in front of him is standing with such a solemn pestle.

The spear was still in his hand, but he really couldn't muster half the courage to rush and kill, and sighed in his heart: "Hey, Dan'er, let's go." ”

"Amitabha, the donor is lost and returns, it is really the prosperity of my Buddha, the blessing of the donor. The warm voice spread gently in the air.

The girl did not stop for half a minute when she heard this, but sneered and covered her cheeks, and said softly, "Master, what you say is really good. "The prosperity of the Buddha is not my blessing, and my heart to get the gun has not weakened by half a point, but I also know that with this person, there will be no hope for half a point, so I can only flee helplessly.

How dare the Dan waiter, who was shocked on the ground, still dare to stay, and he ran to the side of the master.

"Amitabha. The two who were about to leave sang the Buddha horn softly, but they were saying goodbye, but he didn't mean that: "Donor, please wait." ”

The girl's footsteps stopped vividly: "Master, what do you command?" There was a clear unhappiness in his tone.

How could the monk care about this, and his tone was still so kind and compassionate: "Donor, what the poor monk promised you has not yet been done." ”

How could the girl not be surprised, promised herself something, turned her head and looked at the monk with a questioning face: "Master, please make it clear." ”

A slight smile flashed on his compassionate face: "The poor monk promised the donkey to take the spear from you." ”

The girl's face was even more shocked, and the eagerness in her heart was slightly overflowing, and her tone trembled a little, for fear that the monk would regret it: "Master, what you said is true. ”

The monk didn't answer, smiled lightly and looked at Han Xian on the ground.

The soft Sanskrit sound sounded in the air again, it was still so refreshing, and the girl was intoxicated at the moment, and Han Xian on the ground must be the same, and there were a few tears in the corners of his eyes.

Otherwise, the fingers that clasped the flesh and blood would not let go, that person with firm beliefs, why would you let go of your stubbornness, the fingers flicked away one by one, and the finger holes in the palm of the hand were clearly visible, and the spear that clasped the palm of the hand abandoned the lonely Han Xian and rolled into the dust.

Fanyin retracted as the spear fell, and the tears in the corners of Han Xian's eyes also cut his cheeks and fell into the dust together, how could this person be willing to wake up.

How could a person with only a spear in his eyes find the tears in the corners of Han Xian's eyes, and the excitement in his eyes was self-evident.

Bald donkey, that's not your thing, why should you pick it up.

Bald donkey, that's not your thing, why should you give it to someone else.

The girl watched the monk hand the spear to her, but she did not dare to take it, because she felt that everything was unreal, but no matter what, no matter how the hands were trembling, her palms also felt the cold arrogance of the gun.

The smile spread all over the cheeks, and the blush made the smile even more brilliant: "Thank you, master." After speaking, he bowed gently.

And the monk flashed to the side and didn't accept it, but the girl really didn't care about this, and her eyes were already firmly absorbed by the spear in her hand.

At this time, the monk's voice rose again: "Donor, you should make up for this donor." ”

The girl looked at the monk in astonishment, looked at the eyes, nodded, plunged the beautiful spear beside her into the soil, and turned to leave with her attendant.

"Donor, you have a relationship with my Buddha. This was said to Han Xian, who was lying on the ground, or to the girl who jumped on the horse, and the faint voice could only be heard by himself.

Han Xian still lay quietly like that, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him.

Is this man really dead?

Han Xian, who was kneeling in the dark, must not have known that the light in the darkness in his eyes was not blurred because of the distance of his body, although it was faint, it was still so dazzling in Han Xian's eyes.

When will there be the sound of the wind in the black world, how comfortable it is, those eyes are gently closed, enjoying the silence of the wind in the silent darkness.

Finally, the wind in the senses stopped, the eyes slowly opened, and the stubborn tears rushed out of the eyelids, because the body in the eyes stood there quietly, the clenched fists seemed to have the power to break everything, and although the eyes did not open, they seemed to be looking at everything.

Han Xian, who was kneeling, looked at how majestic that body was, this heart was like an ant in front of him, was this heart not worthy of a body?

The heart looked at it quietly, this is my Han Xian, the closed eyes, and the firmness written on the face, this heart thought it was deeply poured.

At this moment, how can I still have the status of a gun in my heart, the proud body seems to stand up to the sky, and the reason why the gun in my hand can stand up is completely given by the backbone.

How humble was his heart in front of the proud backbone, and he knelt down before him.

I should stand up, even if I am small, I should stand up my spine, those legs stand up tenaciously, and when Han Xian stood up, he found that the face appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

There is no difference between this heart and that shape, the proud backbone will not stand up because of the upright of the gun, this is the time when everything is for oneself, and all beliefs come from one's own heart and one's own shape.

Only such a backbone can support such an arrogant heart and a majestic shape.

The shape's eyes had already opened, and they all looked calmly, like lovers, and gently raised their palms and pushed towards the endless void.

The palms of the hands reunited in the endless night, slowly leaning together, and gradually closing.

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