Duan Dahu was pierced through the heart by an invisible sword, and he couldn't live. At this time, I heard a woman call herself "King". He has been a general in his life, but he has never been a king of mountains on any mountain.

So, why does she call herself that?

Of course, now is not the time to think about it, because he is going to die.

In a trance, Murong Bi ran desperately to hug Duan Dahu, and behind her, Yu Fuluo slapped her on the back of the heart, and she spit out a mouthful of blood.

But the woman in white didn't look back, she just ran over, hugged him, and let Duan Dahu lie in her arms. Then, she stroked Duan Dahu's cheeks with her bloodied hands, and said softly: "Great King, it's been four hundred years, and you are in my arms again." ”

This voice, so weak and affectionate, must not be Murong Bi's voice!

This female demon would not have made such a weak voice.

Or is Duan Dahu already confused?

Yu Fuluo laughed and said: "What a pair of crazy men and women, I will give you a ride, so that you can go to the underworld to meet." ”

Murong Bi smiled miserably: "You are dead, I will avenge you, you wait for me." She gently put Duan Dahu on the ground, slowly stood up, and in just an instant, she returned to her true colors of Murong Bi.

A pair of eyes were full of indifferent chills, no joy and no worries.

She picked up her sword again, her pupils flashed like a demon king, and her black hair danced wildly along the mountain wind, looking like a demon king with a sword. In the terrifying qi, the long sword still pressed towards Yu Fuluo.

At this time, Yu Fu Luo was about to swing his palm at her chest, but Murong Bi didn't pay attention to the flowing clouds that came to him, but instead pointed his sword diagonally in front of him, which was also Yu Fu Luo's heart.

If you want to die, you will die together!

Seeing that Yu Fuluo was about to hit Murong Bi with a palm that didn't have any false shelf, Murong Bi's soft sword was still indomitable. This woman has no fear left, she wants to kill him and die with him!

But Yuvro didn't want to die. He had to dodge this earth-shattering sword and slam another palm into Murong Bi's left cheek. Murong Bi screamed miserably, lowered his head, twisted his right wrist, and pressed towards Yu Fuluo's abdomen.

This time, none of them dodged. Yu Fuluo slapped Murong Bi in the face, and the left side of her face was shattered, but she was still smiling.

And Murong Bi's sword pierced into Yu Fuluo's abdomen, inch by inch, inch after inch. Then, the light of the tip of the sword flickered, and the pieces shattered by the powerful sword power shattered, and a gorgeous flower bloomed!

This soft sword exploded between Furo's chest and abdomen, and a cloud of blood mist dispersed, causing blood to be scattered between his chest and abdomen.

Huvro looked at his chest and abdomen in disbelief and let out a roar of rage. He punched Murong Bi again, without any fancy or skill, just so simply and clearly.

No one in the world can throw such a punch: it has no skill, but it is bright and upright, like all kindness, which people can't bear to dodge.

Murong Bi was knocked away, and there was a muffled sound when the ancient bell was hit.

She was powerless to dodge, and she had no intention of dodging.

With a "boom", her body fell to Duan Dahu's side.

She crawled towards Duan Dahu, still laughing.

Murong Bi's jade-like cheeks were already distorted at this time, this was the ugliest face in the world. However, Duan Dahu looked at her and felt that she had never been so beautiful.

Just like the first time I saw that day, in the palace of the Qin State, there was a pond of lotus flowers. I gently stretched out my left hand to lift her chin, and she smiled, her eyes as bright as a bright moon, bright and incomprehensible. I only said three words: "You're so beautiful!"

She called me "King".

She was sixteen years old.

In Duan Dahu's mind, I don't know if it's a real illusion.

The dream was shattered by Hufro's laughter, who laughed so fiercely that he was like a wolf on the steppe that would never be tamed.

He stepped on the hand that Murong Bi stretched out to Duan Dahu. She crawled for a long time, and she was about to hold Duan Dahu's hand, but she was trampled on the ground by Yu Fuluo.

Murong Bi was in tears, looking at Duan Dahu, but she never touched him. Is it like that year, that world?

Duan Dahu's heart was in severe pain, it had been pierced by sword qi, how could it not hurt?

He was furious, and the severe pain made Duan Dahu's whole body tremble, but he didn't have the strength to get up. None of his strength belonged to him.

Duan Dahu's eyes could see what was happening: Kebi Neng shouted loudly and commanded his own soldiers to kill Yu Fu Luo in waves, but Yu Fu Luo held a spear and danced at will, and the soldiers he killed were bleeding.

It seems that no one can defeat Huvro and save them.

Duan Dahu suddenly laughed and looked at Murong Bi. Suddenly, she stopped crying and closed her eyes peacefully.

People still have to accept their fate sometimes.

But at this moment, a Buddha's cry woke me up from my dream, and Duan Dahu's ears seemed to have a sound. Immediately afterward, he saw the monk Kurong.

The old monk finally arrived.

"Donor, why do you want to kill them all?" said Monk Kurong with his head bowed.

Yu Fuluo laughed wildly and said, "I'm going to kill them all, old monk, why don't you see that they are going to kill me all?"

Monk Kurong sighed and said, "When is the time for retribution, the Buddha said, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha', why don't the donor let go of all sins and achieve great consummation?"

Yu Fuluo said lightly: "Do you know why the first thing I did was to destroy the Buddha after I became the Shan Yu of the Huns?" Without waiting for the yellow-robed Kurong monk to answer, he continued: "Buddhism is full of shameful deception, which will only wear out the will of my Hun boy, what is the use of not destroying him?"

"Amitabha, the donor is really obsessed. ”

Monk Kurong slowly walked towards Yu Fuluo, and with him as the center of the circle, countless yellow sand rolled outward and spread outward.

He stretched out a palm, Yu Fu Luo also stretched out a palm, and the Kurong monk remained motionless, and Yu Fu Luo retreated seven steps before he stabilized his body.

Monk Kurong didn't look at him, walked up to me, and said, "In the past, the Buddha cut meat and fed eagles, and today the old monk seems to me to be like my ancestors." ”

Duan Dahu could hear him talking, but he couldn't move anymore, as if he was really asleep. I saw the old monk stretch out his fingers and stab his eyes, and his eyes were full of blood. He pressed two blood-drenched fingers into his eyebrows, and a golden glow flashed in them.

The eyes of the sky are open.

The old monk trembled and said: "It's really old, it's useless, and it's so reluctant to even open a heavenly eye." If this still can't save the donor, then it's no wonder that the old monk is no wonder. ”

In his sleep, the light flashed in front of Duan Dahu, like thousands of Buddhas flashing with golden Buddha light in front of him.

The old monk left his last words in this world: "Congratulations to the king on entering the Donkey Kong realm!"