"Amitabha, why bother with the donor. Don't you know that martial arts are just passing by the eyes, and if you learn a great skill, it will not be a waste in the end? Only thoughts and writings last forever, and only knowledge and perception are immortal. Living in the present is certainly the foundation of human beings, but spiritual immortality is a great achievement. That's it, although you didn't die at the hands of a monk, you are not much different. As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged and muttered, "Nam no Amitabhara Night, Dortaga Night, Dori Night, Amirida Dora Night, Amirida Dora Vir, Amirida Dha Vira Dha Dharma, Ami Dha Ami Dha Ami Rata Dha Ami Rata Dha Dha This is the secret language of the mantra of the past life, and everyone present only heard the Sanskrit sound, and the treasure of the wooden deer was solemn, just like the Buddha came to the world, and the soul of the dead was surpassed.

It seems that Mr. Liang has not been moved from the beginning to the end of today's battle, but Wei Dong's death shocked him to get up from his chair, and his most loyal and powerful hand was gone. Mr. Liang's face showed a touch of regret and unbearability, but it was only for a moment, and after a while, he regained a calm expression. Ji Wuji walked into the venue and gently brought Wei Dong's body back, with grief on his face, tears quietly flowed down, among these nine people, Wei Dong and himself had the closest relationship, and the two of them entered the Liang family almost on the same day, at that time, the head of the Liang family was not this Mr. Liang, but Mr. Liang's uncle. Now less than 20 years have passed, and Weidong has committed suicide in front of his eyes!

Bi Yuewu just sat beside Mr. Liang, watching her former companions and her lover's generals fight to the death, although she couldn't bear it, she could only just watch like this, this was not her battlefield, she was just a weak woman. And Mr. Liang's calmness made him more and more frightened, what kind of trick made Mr. Liang not panic at this moment? Why exactly? is his own main business, whether Feng who is planning the world has calculated this move, even if he can prevent it, Bi Yuewu has no bottom in his heart.

Bi Yuewu's anxiety was written on his face, and he was clearly seen by Feng, obviously, even Bi Yuewu, who was closest to Mr. Liang, didn't know what other tricks were waiting for him, so he really couldn't know, so he could only take one step at a time. The fight between him and Mr. Liang was originally a big gamble, and since it was a big gamble, there was no sure way to make a profit, and it was necessary to take risks, at least for now, it seems that he still has a winning side. See who can have the last laugh!

The pressure on the other side is not great, the quiet wind on the opposite side doesn't know what the hell is doing, and the song is not sad or sad, it is actually a song "Drunken Fishing Singing Night", smiling proudly, drunk and beautiful. A small boat, a pot of wine, a piano, a round of the moon, free and leisurely. Jingfeng's piano skills are extremely superb, and the interpretation of this drunken style of forgetting sorrow and today is very wonderful. Diandian couldn't hear any murderous intent in the sound of the piano, let alone any negative effect, so he relaxed, and his eyes glanced at the people fighting in the field.

Feng was a little fascinated when he heard it at this time, and couldn't help but praise it: "The bright moon is too empty to take the same photo, and the floating family is afraid of the dawn; drunk eyes and cold eyes to watch the market noisy; Yanbo is old, who can cause idle troubles "It's not good!" Dian Dian hurriedly took out the Qingxin Bell and screamed: "Brother King Kong, hurry up and sing the Sanskrit sound!" "Anyway, the heart bell keeps shaking.

Doumu didn't know what it meant, but seeing that Diandian was so panicked, he subconsciously used the sound like a Brahma king, and the rolling Sanskrit sound came. It overshadowed the hustle and bustle of the fight, rising and falling with the rhythmic ringing of bells.

Jing Feng suddenly exerted force in his hand, and he really saw it a little bit, here he is, he is going to do it! Sure enough, Jing Feng's fingers quietly accumulated, and he seemed to be ready to catch everyone off guard. Jing Feng's fingers are slender and slender, compared to women, these hands are no less powerful than Tang Jiyun, the control of the position is not lost to Mo Wuxi, and the control of the rhythm is even more overwhelming, it is these hands, he once almost led the two teams of ten people to annihilate!

Dian's heart was extremely nervous, did Jingfeng choose to attack himself or the others in the field? I can only strike later, but is it too late? Although I won last time, I know in my heart that I am really a bit lucky.

The cold and quiet Soul Snatcher actually made a reverberation, and the strings broke in response! There were blood marks on his fingers, and blood oozed from between his fingers. It seems that because of the strong luck and true qi, it is no match for the coercion of Buddhism, and this soul-snatching piano is ruined. Jingfeng seemed to have suffered greatly, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the piano, and his head hung low, motionless.

Mo Wuxian caught up in three or two steps, and the three fingers were on the pulse, and he was shocked in his heart, this person was not only dead, but what was even more outrageous was that it had only been half a minute, and his body was already cold, what is the reason? Quietly using internal breath to secretly check Jingfeng's five organs, he was even more surprised, this person's five organs seemed to be entangled together, and it looked like he had gone crazy in practice. No one attacked him, what kind of man did this? Could it be that his last injury was not good, and this time he forcibly used his luck to eat himself? He looked at Mr. Liang and shook his head to indicate that he was hopeless, but he looked at Mr. Liang's indifferent expression, and there was a pride in his eyes that could not be concealed! Don't? Oh, my God! The surprise in Mo Wuji's eyes replaced the helplessness, this is also too ruthless, no wonder Mr. Liang doesn't care about the life and death of everyone present, no wonder he seems to win the game, this move is too dangerous!

Diandian also saw Mo Wuxian and shook her head, she also wondered why a good person suddenly vomited blood, seeing that this posture was actually dead, could it be that the internal injuries in the last fight with herself were too serious and never healed? At this time, the strong self-movement gong guide zhì body can't bear it? I don't understand, I don't understand.

Seeing that the people over there were already dead, Doumu Ji took the law and walked towards Dai Junchou, beckoning to Diandian. can be regarded as the end of a battle, although he is not tired, but his body is already unbearable. Drew a little laugh. Doumu Jiqi himself was laughing, and he was finally able to catch his breath, and the situation became clearer and clearer, and Mr. Liang lost to Dai Junchou again. However, the smile on his face has not faded, and the look of consternation on Dou Diandian's face is no less than that of Dou Mu Ji, because the owner of this dagger is actually Kaede!