Chapter 275: The Seven Rules of the Dead Rule
Chapter 275 rules are a foregone conclusion
If Sanuti ignored the danger that he would be torn apart by everyone afterwards, and insisted on seriously injuring or even killing Ma Liang in the fight......
Who can stop it instantly?
Sanuti's head-lowering technique cultivation is absolutely not to be coveted!
At this moment, Lu Xiangan suddenly got up and said, "Wait! ”
Ma Liang and Sanuti stopped at the same time, turned to look at Lu Xiangan suspiciously. The other people in the room also looked at Lu Xiang'an, secretly thinking that the iron hexagram god calculated Lu Xiang'an, and he must have considered the safety of the person, and wanted to stop them, or rather...... Talking about the rules when it comes to fighting, right?
Yes, in the flow of the exchange of the strange mén rivers and lakes, there are often some unwritten rules when it comes to the exchange of techniques, so as to avoid danger in the process of fighting.
"Master Sanuti visited Zhengzhou ten years ago, and he must have known that there are rules when Chinese people learn to practice magic." Lu Xiangan smiled.
Sanuti thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes." ”
"Fighting with each other, compared to martial arts, you can point to the end, the Chinese tradition emphasizes harmony as the precious, friendship first...... So, for the sake of safety, let's follow the rules of 'Seven Chapters of Foregone Conclusion'. ”
The so-called "seven-zhang final" refers to the two sides of equal strength when fighting, advance in a straight line, end within seven zhang, and divide the winner or loser; Moreover, within seven zhang, the onlookers' mental power is allowed to be mixed into it to follow up and observe, and both sides of the fighting method are not allowed to attack bystanders, so that bystanders can stop the perpetrator at any time.
After the seven zhang walks, there is a conclusion about winning or losing.
Basically, there is no draw in this kind of thing—unless, the realm cultivation of both sides of the fighting method is far beyond that of the bystanders. But in terms of realm cultivation, he is far superior to these high-ranking warlocks in the room...... Extremely rare, if not even none. Besides, if there is really such a master's fighting method, no one dares to participate in the follow-up observation in it.
It's as if they are carrying four or six bazookas on both sides, who will stand in the middle and be the referee?
Well, in terms of winning or losing, both sides of the fighting method are self-aware, and no one will be cheeky and refuse to admit defeat after losing the fighting method, and they have to lie and say that their skills are stronger than the other party, and their cultivation is higher than the other party.
Therefore, Lu Xiangan's proposal is obviously the most reasonable.
This also reminded everyone once again that the young man in front of him, Ma Liang, was already quite high in his personal cultivation realm - to be so trusted by the iron hexagram god Lu Xiang'an, and to propose to let him and Thailand's long-renowned old head descending master Sanuti have a "seven-zhang final" fight, which is enough to explain everything.
In other words, Lu Xiangan is absolutely sure, even if Ma Liang can't fight Sanuti, but at least he can insist on not being hit hard by Sanuti within seven zhang.
For the young Ma Liang, it is already rare to be able to do this.
Sanuti was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay." ”
"I hope Master Sanuti will ......show mercy," Ma Liang said modestly with a smile.
So everyone almost unanimously turned their eyes to the old man in the middle position on the right side of the room - the old man looked very ordinary, wearing a dark gray sè tunic, his face was very white, there were many deep wrinkles, his hair was combed into a hairstyle on the back, his beard was cleanly shaven, he wore a pair of black-framed old huā glasses, and he always had a gentle and calm smile on his face.
His surname is Lu, a single name and a good character, a native of Yiyang, Hunan.
In the strange mén rivers and lakes, people often call it Sai Chunyang - it means that this old guy's magic cultivation is extremely strong, comparable to one of the legendary Eight Immortals Lu Dòng Bin, because Lu Dòng Bindao is called Pure Yangzi, so he is called Sai Chunyang. It is said that Sai Chunyang Lu Shan is now ninety-eight years old, and he can be regarded as an old-timer figure in the strange mén rivers and lakes.
"Mr. Lu is highly respected, so I bother you to come forward and take a look." Lu Xiangan said very respectfully.
Lu Shan didn't refuse, and said with a smile: "Old man, it's useless, I don't want people to hurt me at my age, so you have to be measured when you fight for a while, don't hurt my old bones by mistake." ”
And they all looked at Sanuti and Maleon.
Ma Liang naturally didn't care, and bowed slightly and smiled very politely: "Seniors give me a lot of advice." ”
Sanuti nodded silently.
After negotiating this, everyone stopped standing and got up and walked out of the lobby.
After Sanuti walked outside first, he instructed the three waiters outside the Zhonghua Garden to wait outside, and closed the courtyard by the way.
It was more than ten o'clock in the morning, the autumn sun was shining, and the air was cool and warm.
The courtyard full of classical atmosphere is elegant and peaceful, with green trees, verdant bonsai under the eaves, and some red and yellow huā flowers blooming in the middle huā altar.
Because the battle process of the seven-zhang final game is not too long, there is no special seat for onlookers to sit around and watch, they only need to stand on the platform under the eaves to watch. Sai Chunyang and Lu Shan, accompanied by Lu Xiang'an and Jin Buchang, stood on the right side of the hall house, Huang Ergu, who looked to be in her fifties, and a tall and sturdy figure of Fùnv stood on the left side of Zheng Mén, and the others walked to the corridor on both sides with a smile and stood still.
Lu Shan opened his mouth and said: "The huā altar in the middle of the courtyard is limited, go around the huā altar twice, if one party does not support during the fighting process, the other party should immediately stop casting spells......"
Sanuti nodded and walked down the steps to the huā altar.
Ma Liang turned his head and handed Xiǎo Bai into Wu Qiong's arms, and said with a smile: "Then, you can rest assured now, right?" Hehe, go, just stand by and watch. ”
"Well, you're a little more hearty." Wu Qiong nodded worriedly, and walked to stand next to Huang Ergu.
Ma Liang shook his hand and walked down the steps.
At this time, Sanuti was already standing on the west side of the huā altar, and his hands naturally drooped and hidden in his cuffs.
Ma Liang smiled and arched his hand to Sanuti, and walked towards the east side of the Huā altar, looking up slightly as if casually looking around at the environment of this Xiǎo courtyard. His gaze paused for a moment as he looked at the Xiǎo Waterfall hanging from the cliff a few dozen meters behind the villa, and then withdrew his gaze.
It seems that the instinctive feeling made Ma Liang a little wary of the top of the mountain above the waterfall.
He tried to find a wisp of mental power to check the swift mountain down the other side of the waterfall, but found nothing unusual. So he shook his head and walked to the east side of the altar, and stood face to face with Sanuti, wondering if he was nervous.
The two stood still, staring at each other.
Sanuti's left hand was slightly raised and placed in front of his abdomen, the strangely shaped wood carving was already in his hand, and the letter swallowed in front of the snake's head seemed to be alive, slightly retracted, and a faint sizzling sound sounded. The right hand is still hidden in the cuff, and the cuff moves slightly.
Ma Liang raised his left hand at his side, clenched his right hand slightly, pointed his index finger to the ground, made a talisman in the void, and silently recited a spell in his heart.
Then, the two of them took the first step to the right at the same time!
The seven-zhang decisive battle has begun!
Under the eaves of the corridor, Lu Shan closed his eyes slightly, and his mental power slowly probed to the top of the Huā altar, and then spread out to envelop the two sides of the fighting method within a radius of less than seven meters - now, the entire situation of the fighting method, Lu Shan could feel it most clearly at close range, and there was no need to worry about being attacked by either side.
With one step, the red mangs on the wood carving on Sanuti's left hand rose sharply, sizzling loudly, as if there were countless highly venomous snakes hidden under the ground and in the huā altar, surging frantically waiting for an opportunity to launch a deadly attack on people;
And Ma Liang is calm and calm, the index finger of his right hand tapped the void talisman, and the mouth said "array" lightly, for a while, the golden mangs in the void were flourishing, and eight talismans faintly glowing with a little golden light appeared out of thin air, arranged in a circle around Ma Liang's body, and slowly rotated.
Taking two steps, Sanuti stepped forward with the wooden carving in his hand, and immediately poured out a black mist, which quickly transformed into a black giant snake with the thickness of an arm, opened its mouth and pounced on Ma Liang with sharp fangs.
Ma Liang flipped his right hand, and while taking the third step, he stomped on his feet and shouted "Okay!" in his mouth. The eight talismans sped up, bringing out the sound of the whistling wind, rolling a whirlpool around Ma Liang's body, crushing the black sè giant snake that rushed towards him, and disappeared into the air in an instant.
Five-step ......
"Anangani, Gayna Mohona Gurador......" Sanuti's spell sounded, and a scarlet aura rose from all around his body and swept towards Maleon.
The whirlwind that surrounded Ma Liang's body with a little golden glow was suddenly invaded by the red mist, and it also turned into a scarlet sè and spun rapidly, and a smoky fishy smell permeated.
Ma Liang, who was in the center of the whirlpool, held his breath and condensed, raised his index finger and silently recited the incantation in front of him, his left hand was moving, his hand was constantly changing, and the golden sè gossip pattern looming under his feet moved slowly with his footsteps, closely following his feet.
Six, seven, eight......
The circle around the Huā altar has been completed.
Ma Liang didn't fight back! He defended steadily, but his body was faintly trembling, and his body was already covered with a light layer of scarlet.
The onlookers were amazed - why didn't this young man fight back? Could it be that he was waiting for Sanuti to come out of the flaw? Probably not...... Probably, Ma Liang felt that his strength was not good and he would definitely lose to Sanuti, so he thought about going through the rule process of the seven-zhang finality with a solid defense, right? Looking at his current appearance, he is already extremely passive and struggling.
But speaking of which, Ma Liang is so young, even if he loses to Sannuti, he is not ashamed.
At this time, Sanuti was a little anxious.
Although he didn't think about killing Ma Liang, he also had the intention of seriously injuring Ma Liang - but if Ma Liang didn't fight back, there was no hedging of magic and mental power in the real sense, not only could he not talk about the meaning of learning Jiāo flow, how could Sanuti seriously injure Ma Liang? If you insist on forcibly breaking through Bī and trying your best, there is a person next to you who is extremely skilled in magic and will make a move at any time.
Sanuti secretly scolded the Chinese warlocks for being some guts and ghosts, and actually engaged in these luàn messy rules!
At this time, Sanuti was still extremely confident that when he collided strongly with Ma Liang, he would be able to rely on his strong realm cultivation to severely damage Ma Liang's - even if it was, both would lose!
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