"Stone!"

"Cloth!"

"Please, Senior Brother Jingyue. Ling Bai made a gesture of please.

Jingyue nodded, and walked down the stairs nonchalantly.

creak

Creak.

The further down,

The sound resembling the grinding teeth of a mouse becomes clearer.

Jingyue retracted her breath and hid in the darkness, her cold eyes looking straight ahead.

In the dark,

A shadowy dark shadow sat on top of a person, gnawing on her body.

Jingyue froze, and some pictures from a few years ago came to mind.

"Brother, you eat me, if you eat me, you will definitely live. ”

"I want you to live....."

The younger brother lay on the bed weakly, squeezing out a smile at him.

Father and mother are starving to death,

He wants to live with his brother,

The only way,

It is to make him one with himself.

The blood of my brother is very sweet,

The corners of his mouth and gums were all scarlet blood,

It's the same as the person in front of you.

"Hmm....."

Jingyue sighed softly.

The figure on the other side trembled, and turned his head like a child who had been caught stealing candy to eat, with a frightened expression.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?"

Ling Bai walked down, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately understood what was happening.

The child who was sitting on the woman's corpse was a living person.

"Live well, whether she is a stranger or a relative. Remember, stay alive. Jingyue was silent for a moment, and walked out of the door with her sword in hand. At this time, his eyes were bloodshot.

......

Ling Bai took a few steps forward, squatted down and touched the child's head, and then followed.

cannibalism,

It seems that it is easy to recall the painful thing that Jingyue buried in the bottom of his heart.

The feeling of stinging my heart is indeed uncomfortable.

He could somewhat understand Jingyue's mood, so he didn't stop it.

No matter what the identity of the brocade old man is, there are already 10,000 damn reasons.

Walking out of the street, the cold wind was bleak.

Monk Jingyue was dressed in white fluttering, holding a three-foot long sword, and slowly walked forward.

head-on

The brocade-clothed old man walked with his hands behind his back and a detached posture surrounded by two guards. Behind him, there are two small men carrying steamed bun stalls.

Lao Suo noticed the Jingyue coming from afar, and a trace of disdain appeared in the corner of his eyes.

There were many others to be killed, but all of them died.

This one will not be an exception.

It's just an ant,

If you don't get in touch with the outside world, how do you know how to write the word horror?

He snorted lightly, squinted at Jingyue, and smiled in a downward posture: "Little monk, come to buy steamed buns again?"

"Well, exchange it for the long sword in the poor monk's hand. ”

Jingyue's cold words spread throughout the audience, concise and clear, as if she didn't want to say anything at all, and her indifference was full of strong confidence.

"It's just broken metal. The brocade-clothed old man chuckled lightly, hooked his fingers, and the bearded guard on his right hand rose into the air, his sleeves unfurled, as if two dark clouds had pressed over. His palms shrouded and slashed towards Jingyue's head.

"Iron Sand Palm?"

The wind blows,

Jingyue stood still, and the long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, and she slanted upward.

sonorous

Like a clash of gold and stone,

The iron palm and the long sword collided with each other, and a series of fires collided.

The bearded man's body shook violently, and he snorted and took two steps back.

"The Dragon Descending Elephant Gong of the Landa Temple?" a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he shouted: "If you encounter a hard stubble, come and solve him together."

The other guard didn't hesitate, drew his long knife, and flew forward.

The long knife was like a rainbow, cutting through the void, turning into a beam of light, and slashing towards the pure moon.

The cultivation of the two of them is on par with Jingyue, and I am afraid that they are all around the third order of the small star position.

In the face of a flanking attack,

Jingyue's posture fluttered, and the long sword swung a sword flower, forcing the long knife back, and then slanted towards the bearded man.

"Presumptuous, dare to look down on our brothers. ”

The little monk's posture really angered the bearded man, he roared loudly and waved his palms out, like a dragon going out to sea.

.....

"Wonderful. ”

Ling Bai was holding a cigarette and spitting out a cloud of smoke.

This is much more touching than the stories told by the storyteller, after all, the picture is in front of you, it is still 3D stereoscopic, and the visual effects are so good that they explode.

He squinted and looked at it for a moment, Jingyue was full of an arrogant and domineering aura, which is often said to be the eight qi of the middle king, with one enemy and two, it was indeed crazy.

Think about it

Everyone is also cultivated by real fighting,

Why can you do a dozen two, three, four, five, six, seven? Don't treat people as human beings?

Distance

Although the bearded man is extremely fast, and his iron palm is also vigorous, he can't be faster than the long sword.

Jingyue was blessed by the Dragon Descending Elephant Gong, the sword light soared into the sky, and the murderous aura was clear, and after the sword qi overflowed from the sword body, the bearded man was already covered with a hairbeat, and half of his long hair was cut off, and the hair was fluttering one after another.

There were even two terrifying wounds on his body, although they were only slightly grazed by the sword qi, but they were already bleeding profusely, and the wounds revealed the white bones.

this

Ling Bai gasped,

It's terrifying.

In addition to factors such as cultivation and experience, the proportion of good and bad exercises can be said to be very high.

Those who turn decay into magic and use the horizontal and vertical slashing of rotten streets to be invincible are a minority after all.

Among all living beings,

Only ordinary people like bearded men can be called normal,

The iron sand palm is very good,

But you just don't have my Dharma sword cow.

Not why,

Because my patriarch Bodhidharma is very good, his exercises are also better than those of the iron sand palm cow.

Then, naturally, you can't beat it.

While feeling sorry for the two guards, Ling Bai held a cigarette in his mouth and slowly shook it in front of the brocade-clothed old man.

"Uncle, how do you sell steamed buns?" He exhaled a smoke ring and exhaled on Lao Suo's ruddy face.

This action is very impolite and slightly frivolous.

A domineering president may work well on Cinderella, but if you're courting a woman who isn't much different from you, she'll be disgusted.

While secretly scolding you for being stupid, I may have to slap you in the face.

now

Ling Bai's frivolous behavior easily conquered the brocade old man.

He accompanied the smiling face and said flatteringly: "No money, the master likes to eat it." ”

"Who made the steamed buns?"

"It was done by the villain himself. ”

Ling Bai squinted slightly and kicked on his lower abdomen.

With a "poof", the brocade-clothed old man fell to the ground.

"It's really hard to eat. ”

The brocade-clothed old man got up from the ground by touching his stomach, and kept nodding his head, "Yes, yes, it's really unpalatable, the master is right." ”

He took advantage of his free time to glance at the situation in the distance, and when Monk Jingyue was hit by the two of them, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene,

Lao Suo was overjoyed.

Niangle,

Finally turned over.

He straightened up, and the expression of looking down on the beings resurfaced on his face, and chuckled:

"Little monk, I advise you to be kind. ”