Mountains and mountains.

The long whip in Shen Bian's hand was such a strange and strange name.

This whip is three zhang long, one inch thick, and the whip body and grip are integrated.

Looking at the mountains from afar, you may be able to experience the rhythm of the mountains and feel the majesty and magnificence of nature.

But what if the mountains are overwhelmingly pressing down on you?

Just thinking about it makes people feel heavy and oppressive, and people are breathless, as the name of the mountains and mountains means.

Luo Jing and Xia Ya had a deep understanding at this moment, and the long whip in front of them swirled over, each circle was a little larger than the last, and within a moment, it became a black pot lid covering the two of them.

The sky was already dark, and under the shadow of the whip, Luo Jing and Xia Ya seemed to be swept into a black hole, isolated from the world, isolated and helpless.

Darkness gives only silence, but silence can pull people's hearts towards fear, and the root of fear comes entirely from associations in the mind.

For some reason, Xia Ya couldn't help but recall what Shicai Fengliuzi said, and a scene that he had never seen before, but at this time, it was extremely clear - a hurried glimpse of Shen Bian's killer years in the past.

It must have been a dark time.

It was not a burly man, even slightly hunchbacked, but his arms were as rough as his legs.

It was a long black whip, even if it was thrown on the side of the road, no one would ignore it, and the more timid would undoubtedly be frightened by this big black snake.

The three-foot whip coiled around the man's hand, and it was hard to imagine how a hand could grasp it, but it was so easy for the man, even though the man's palm was wide and thick.

That rainy night, the man stepped into the prefect's inner house.

The door of the inner house was smashed open, and all the housekeepers and guards were alarmed.

Those housekeepers and guards swung their swords and swords, and rushed up, but they saw that the long whip was flicked, and the swords were all taken away.

They are single-minded for the Lord, brave and fearless, and meet the enemy with their bare hands.

But it wasn't long before they couldn't move anymore.

They found that the whip could not only draw blood marks from a person's body, but also remove a person's arms, legs, and neck, and even though the flesh and skin were still attached, the bones inside were either broken or shattered.

They fell, but luckily the people they were trying to protect escaped from the house.

It's a pity that they forgot that the whip was three feet long, just like the five-fingered mountain of the Buddha, and as long as they were targeted by the whip, they would never escape from the palm of their hands.

What they didn't see was that the prefect's family who escaped was bound by the long whip in twos and threes, and the long whip became tighter and tighter, and the body was gradually squeezed.

Those with strong bodies, after the whip was removed, may still be a joined corpse, albeit incomplete.

And those with ordinary bones, or fragile ones, are mostly broken in two or broken into several pieces......

Heart palpitations, nausea, cold sweat!

Xia Ya couldn't think of the rest of the scene anymore, and at this moment, he only heard a roar beside him, dragging his thoughts out of his mind.

"Lao Xia! flash mob!" was Luo Jing's voice.

At some point, the black hole had been broken, and the whip was scattered and out of control.

But in just a moment, the long whip seemed to be given life again, and the jet-black serpent attacked Xia Ya again in a daze.

It wasn't until Luo Jing's hand clamped Xia Ya's shoulder and struggled to pull him away from his position that Xia Ya suddenly came back to his senses.

"That old guy has already started to cultivate the fourth internal skill, the meridians are damaged, cheer up, we can escape!" Luo Jing couldn't understand why his old partner, who had always been as stable as a rock, was so depressed, but he knew that if he wanted to escape from here, he had to rely on the two of them working together, and he tried to wake Xia Ya up.

Xia Ya, who came back to his senses, turned his head at the first time, because he felt that Dao's shoulders were sticky, which was not soaked in his own cold sweat, but from the outside.

I saw that the back of Luo Jing's hand on his shoulder was full of bloodstains, dripping with blood, and it was conceivable that his palm should be the same.

He could roughly guess how Luo Jingfang was climbing this long whip, inch after inch, inch by foot, and inch by foot, breaking through the whirlpool formed by the long whip in a desperate way.

Seeing his brother working so hard, Xia Ya didn't dare to be distracted anymore, clenched his knife, and prepared to fight Shen Bian to the death.

Unexpectedly, although the long whip did not wrap around his body, it was wrapped around his right calf.

As soon as the calves tightened, an inexplicable panic immediately came to my heart!

Xia Ya seemed to have lost his soul again, and he swung his knife and slashed the long whip like crazy.

However, in vain.

He completely forgot that he was a martial arts practitioner, no better than those ordinary people, and he forgot that he could fight with his internal strength and protect his calves, instead of chopping the long whip, so that at least he could earn time and let Luo Jing fight for him to break free from the shackles.

When the sharp pain in the right calf came, the image that had just dissipated in my mind condensed again.

A long whip that can shatter even the torso of the body, isn't the legs a piece of cake for it?

Yes!

Natsuya's right calf was unexpectedly bitten off by a jet-black snake!

Cherry blossoms splash everywhere!

The severe pain accompanied by wailing completely awakened Xia Ya's long-sealed memory.

The picture in my mind is not just an association, but a tangible experience that can be traced back to the roots.

He was still a small official that year, and the news of the prefect's death caused a sensation, and when he and a group of officials went to investigate the scene, they were so frightened by the shocking scene that they were disgusted on the spot.

After that day, he had nightmares for three or four days in a row, and he couldn't sleep.

In the end, he chose to leave his hometown, leaving behind the memories that terrified him.

It turned out that as early as more than ten years ago, he had seen the bloody blood, but this time, the victim became him.

If he had stayed in that small area at that time, he might have been able to spend the rest of his life in his hometown in an ordinary way.

After leaving his hometown, he went farther and farther step by step, step by step, he became one of the 14,000 households of Jinyiwei, with a remarkable status, but he could make people, and fate made him encounter the nightmare of the past year again - Shen Bian, this time he faced this murderous maniac, this fate, can it be regarded as a bad fate?

Everyone has a past that they dare not face, and after escaping for a long time, they mistakenly think that it has not happened, but when fate plays a joke and lets the past knock on the door again, will you be afraid?

Xia Ya didn't deny it, he was afraid, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

Since he can't escape the play of fate, Xia Ya no longer retreats, this life has come to an end, and he shouldn't at least drag down the people who helped him.

"Brother, I can't do it, you go quickly!" Xia Ya endured the pain, pushed away Luo Jing, who was supporting him, the embroidered spring knife in his hand was still in his hand, as a brocade guard Qianhu, even if he broke a leg, it was not difficult to drag Shen Bian for a while.

Seeing Xia Ya kneeling on one knee, in front of the horizontal knife, murderous, obviously determined, Luo Jing was ruthless, and said, "Luo is willing to be a brother with you again in the next life", so he launched a light exercise and fled without looking back.

With Xia Yayu's sacrificing body, Shen Bian could only watch Luo Jing go away, and there was no other way.

At the other end, Mo Hong, Mo Hai, and Mo Shou failed to kill any of them before they were beheaded one by one.

It's just that it has also caused a lot of damage to Merry and others.

Mo Hai threw himself on Qingzhang's back before he died, and wanted to bite off the artery in his neck, but he was a little shorter, so he could only bite off a large piece of flesh on his shoulder and neck before he lost his breath.

Qingzhang's body was boneless, and his body was strange and agile, but he never dreamed that someone would pounce on him and hurt him with his teeth.

Suffering from this catastrophe, the smile on Qing Zhang's face disappeared completely, and his double cultivation companion Butterfly Phoenix, his face was gloomy, like an ice cube.

Mo Shou's steel fork almost pierced Ji Yu's abdomen, fortunately Merry Man kicked one of the kicks away in time, unfortunately Merry Man underestimated Mo Shou's determination, he kicked Mo Shou's hand bones, but Mo Shou still moved forward, the steel fork lost its head, but it only shifted a few inches down, straight into Ji Yu's crotch.

For the young Ji Yu, Mo Shou's fork failed to kill him, but it can be said that he cut off his son and grandson.

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Black clouds seemed to fall from the sky.

The autumn breeze gradually began to rise in the valley, making the air a little less dull and a lot more pleasant to breathe.

A three-zhang square, seven or eight feet high rocky bush, inconspicuous in the valley full of rocks, is a good place to hide, Xiwei is hiding in it.

The valley twists and turns, and although it is only a mile away from the place where it was previously attacked, it will not be found in a moment.

Xi Weiyu knew that the eight people of Merry Son went to chase the Four King Kongs without saying a word, but they just wanted to get rid of them quickly, and then they could go back and concentrate on dealing with themselves.

What she hoped for was that the Four King Kongs would run farther away, and buy her more time so that she could call for help.

Unbeknownst to her, shortly after she left, a "corpse" stood up from a pool of blood.

The placket of the "corpse" was stained with a lot of blood, but without careful identification, it can be seen that although there are many damaged holes in the clothes on its body, there is no wound under the bare skin in the holes, and the blood does not come from the blood of the "corpse" itself.

I saw that the "corpse" picked up the sword left by Xi Weiyu, chose a direction, and rushed away......