"Damn! This guy is getting stronger! A creamy boy with a head and two horns wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, watched his companion not far away being slapped into plasma again, and gritted his teeth and roared. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Beside him, an equally handsome humanoid player recovered from his blood state and said with a pale face, "That group of traitors is coming again, Lord Chengluo, should we withdraw?" ”

"Withdraw what? Lao Tzu is still afraid that they will not succeed? The cream boy, known as Cheng Luo, stood up hatefully, "I must pay the price for this bear cub today!" ”

"Lord Chengluo." The handsome humanoid exclaimed, "Those traitors are coming soon, in case they get a bargain..."

Cheng Luo slapped him in the face fiercely, "Then kill them first!" ”

He looked at the raging bear and gritted his teeth, "Anyway! Let this bear know how good we are today! ”

"There is no Shakyamuni Buddha in the south, and the donor is so murderous." An old voice sounded, and then an old monk led a group of three-armed and five-limbed terrifying humanoid players to appear in the forest, he folded his hands and said, "The poor monk advises the donor to put down the butcher's knife, get out of this vast sea of suffering, and turn back to the shore as soon as possible." ”

"The shit is back to shore." Cheng Luo stood up and said very unhappily, "Old bald donkey, Lao Tzu tells you that even if the bitter sea is boundless, Lao Tzu will eventually reach the other side of the bitter sea!" ”

Cheng Luo spoke so unceremoniously, and the group of hideous-looking players behind the old monk stood up one after another, as if they were about to do something without saying a word.

The handsome men and women who were fighting with the bear over there withdrew from the battle one after another, surrounded the bear in a circle, and no longer continued to attack, all their attention was on the battlefield, and if they did it, they would definitely rush up to help as soon as possible.

Seeing this, the bear also miraculously stopped attacking, and stood in the middle for a long time, looking at the two groups of people with meaningful eyes.

Seeing that group of terrifying humanoid players posing as protectors, Cheng Luo sneered disdainfully, "A group of traitors, still Asura? It's not Shura anymore, why do you still use the name of Shura! Do you think that by adding a word in front, you will get rid of your own bloodline? Look at what you look like now! A group of ugly and unruly junk goods. ”

"You uncivilized scumbag, what do you know?" His words immediately upset the terrifying humanoid players. One of the terrifying humanoid players said, quite Buddhaly, "The brilliance of the outside is often a cover for the ugliness of the heart. We are aware of the filth in the hearts of our predecessors, and we are willing to give up this useless skin, let out the ugliness, retain the holiness of our hearts, and sublimate our spirits to the fullest, so that we can be free and free. There is no Shakyamuni Buddha in the south. ”

"Ahh Cheng Luo said disdainfully, "Do you know what it means to be born from the heart?" Forget it, you don't understand it. Lao Tzu is not here to argue with you about this, and your betrayal is not a matter of a day or two. I just happened to meet here today, so don't hide it, aren't you just coveting the holy relics of our Shura clan. Draw the next line, and Lao Tzu will take it all. ”

On the other side, he secretly poked over from the grass, squatted among the bushes and grass on the side, and watched the good show in front of him.

Originally, he didn't want to come over and join in the fun. But after thinking about it, I've been busy for so long, and I finally have free time, so I came to see the demeanor of high-end players and this bear, which seems to be good.

He was almost not scared when he saw the group of humanoid players behind the old monk from between the grass and trees.

In other words, he hasn't watched less ghost movies, no matter how terrifying the ghosts are, it's just like that, but compared with the group of 'ghosts' in front of him, the horror level is obviously not a good grade.

He only felt that the 'ghosts' he had seen before were simply weak, and even some of the scary statues of Buddhism that he had always thought were terrifying were not comparable to this!

How could there be such an ugly species that makes people feel horrible?

"Nam no Shakyamuni Buddha." The old monk recited a Buddha name and said, "The donor is so obsessed, then Hugh blames the poor monk's subordinates for being ruthless." ”

With that, he reached out and pushed out a palm, and a burst of Buddha light entangled, and swept away with the palm wind towards Chengluo.

Seeing the old monk make a move, Cheng Luo sneered, "The Buddha still has compassion, but you old bald donkey is very murderous, and making a move is a trick, where did you lose your so-called butcher's knife?" Won't you practice the highest level of martial arts legends, without a knife in your hand and a knife in your heart? ”

Cheng Luo lost the old monk in his mouth, but there was no carelessness in his hand, and he took out a blood-red scimitar between his hands, split the old monk's palm, and slashed towards the old monk.

The little brothers on both sides of the surrounding side, seeing that the boss didn't agree with each other, they were embarrassed to watch the play, and rushed up one after another.

A scuffle broke out completely after the leading boss talked nonsense, and the bear, who was originally the protagonist, squatted on the side to watch the show.

"Damn, Shakyamuni's swastika is too restrained for our Shura clan."

After a few moves with the old monk, Cheng Luo understood the gap between them, if he wasn't strong enough, he would be able to fight well and not fall behind when he was restrained. But in the long run, the consumption will always be greater than the other party, and sooner or later it will be defeated.

"If that guy is here..."Cheng Luo's mind flashed the appearance of the Blood Shadow Beluo, "Ahhh But what's the use of an enemy at this level? If he really could do it, he wouldn't let Lao Tzu come all the way here. ”

Thinking crankily in his heart, the knife in his hand is still flexible and sharp.

The old monk knew that his strength was not as good as the other party, and he suppressed it with the effect of restraint, but in this situation, if he wanted to win the other party in a short time, it seemed that it was... You have to open a big move to do it.

"Buddhism still has angry eyes and a palm of a poor monk!" The old monk hung in the air, his eyes glared suddenly, and he shouted 'swastika'.

"Wang?" At first glance, when the old monk burst out of this word, he almost burst out laughing when he was hiding on the side to watch the play.

Do you think you're a puppy, and when you make a big move, you're going to have to be Wang.

But what happened next made him completely shut up.

I saw a Buddha's radiant 'swastika' character pushed out from the old monk's hand. Cheng Luo, who faced this trick, had a solemn face, and even the Diao Tian on the side had a sense of looking at Journey to the West, Sun Monkey was slapped on the ground by Rulai, covering the direct gaze of Wuzhi Mountain.

When the people in the surrounding melee saw the old monk make a big move, they flashed to the side one after another, not daring to get closer, so as not to be injured by mistake.

"Old bald donkey!" Cheng Luo gritted his teeth, picked up the blood-red scimitar, and jumped up with the momentum of breaking the sky, wanting to break the sky with one knife and cut the word 'swastika' in two.

Although the old monk is not Shakya Nyorai, but Cheng Luo is not a monkey, no matter how high and arrogant the heart is, how can the completely restrained Shura physique block this 'swastika' palm from Shakya Nyorai?

Immediately pressed down fiercely, smashed to the ground and spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows.

Fortunately, the old monk's palm cultivation did not reach home, not to mention that it could be condensed into Wuzhi Mountain, and there was not even a long-lasting suppression, just smashing Cheng Luo and vomiting blood.

In the forest not far away, a group of white players watched Cheng Luo get up in embarrassment, all of them watching coldly and silently.

Cheng Luo wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and his handsome face like a woman showed a hideous color, he shouted, and the blood-colored scimitar in his hand turned into a ball of blood long knives that were still wriggling, without leaving the slightest hand, he rushed up to the sky again, and slashed down.

The blood rolling on the knife was dripping, and every drop was like hot magma, burning everything.

After opening the big move, the slightly weakened old monk hurriedly blocked, but Rao has the ability to ignore gravity, and he is also slightly blocked by his strength in this mid-air, not as flexible as the ground.

And it is precisely because of this slight inflexibility that Cheng Luo took advantage of the void and slashed straight down!

The old monk was hit hard by a knife, and the blood dripping from the blood knife was like a drop of magma, instantly igniting the blood of his whole body, making the blood in his wound terrifyingly active, and the more it rolled, the more active it became.

The old monk was in pain, and he put out a palm at the expense of life and death, forcing Cheng Luo to retreat, and he quickly fell from the air, put his hands together, and recited a Buddha name, suppressing the restless blood in his body.

Cheng Luo was slapped away by the old monk's desperate palm, fell to the ground, and saw that the old monk was temporarily unable to move, the corners of his bloody mouth curled, and he laughed, "Give it to Lao Tzu, I'm going to kill him alive today!" ”

Without his orders, the handsome men and beauties of the surrounding Shura clan had long been ready to go up and 'take advantage of its illness to kill it', and they rushed up one by one.

A group of Shura moved, the little brothers of the old monk, and the Asuras were also very conscious of the younger brothers, and they stood up in front of the old monk one after another, protecting the old monk who was healing.

In the mountains and forests, a handsome white player put the cross sword necklace hanging around his neck and kissed it in front of his mouth, and said, "In the famous Chinese novel, there is a sentence called 'You sing and I will go on stage'." ”

"Father." After reading it reverently, he said, "It's our turn to play in this scene." ”

............................... (PS: The rest time is still better than before...) There will be this afternoon, and the details depend on the situation. ）