If there is anything more terrifying in the world than the tiger and leopard in the mountains, it is the sword and gun in the hands of the enemy, and now the head of the head with two eyebrows upturned, the ring knife in his hand is like a flying snow in the sky, and it is flying towards the young swordsman who has just approached. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It can be said that there is no one in this world who is not afraid of death, but for a brave person, although he is also afraid of death, he has a brave heart that is not afraid of death! And this young swordsman has such a brave heart.

He was not at all afraid in the face of this sudden sword light like a wind and snow, and he didn't even seem to blink an eyelid, and not only that, but he also let out a sneer!

In this way, the monk who wielded the sword was afraid! Because he had never met such a calm person -- quiet as the wind, steady as a rock! Therefore, although the monk's sword was wielded impermeably, he had never been so soberly aware in his own heart that the battle would be lost!

Sure enough, just as the sword in the monk's hand was about to slash into the young swordsman's face, his body suddenly shifted into position, and as a result, the monk's sword was empty. However, for such a life-and-death duel, throwing yourself into the air means creating an opportunity for the opponent to fight back - sometimes such an opportunity will take your own life!

Therefore, the monk was defeated, and completely defeated—there was never a chance to turn defeat into victory! For the scabbard of the long sword, wrapped in yellow brocade, which the young swordsman had just carried on his shoulder, had been inserted from his hand into the monk's heart!

At this time, the field was quiet, and everyone was stunned on the spot, only the child who was locked in the cage was still breaking his little finger and counting the lucky numbers in his heart!

And now, the woman, whose waist was as soft as a willow leaf, suddenly felt that it was time for her to make a very wise strategic adjustment, so she slammed and dropped the pine pattern ancient sword in her hand. She's starting to wield her most vicious weapon - she's quietly unbuttoning and undressing!

"You can go!" When she was naked, the young swordsman said lightly, "A woman can be so cheap that she can let her die, it is indeed too cheap for her!"

So, the woman really walked out from the swordsman's side, and when she was about to reach the door, she was suddenly stopped by the swordsman:

"Wait a minute!" he said, stepping forward, and picking up the ground with the hilt of his sword, and shook off the clothes that the woman had just taken off, so that the clothes fell like a white cloud on your naked body, and he said without looking back, "you are dead, and you should be dignified again!"

The woman burst into tears, silently, silently! At last, she hurriedly put on her clothes at the door of the meditation hall, and hurried away without looking back!

"it, I hate it, why I'm not a woman. At this time, the head with the ring on his head suddenly said to himself.

"Of course you can be a woman, too!" said the young swordsman coldly.

"Really!" the other party was very excited, he said, "It turns out that I can also be a woman, that's great, God, you are so good!"

"But, this is already a matter of the next life!"

After hearing the young swordsman's words, Toutuo's face changed suddenly, as if a colorful tiger had inadvertently walked into the slaughterhouse and smelled the bad news of death;

After a long time, he suddenly asked the swordsman:

"Nan Shaoxia, how can I not die!"

"Of course," Nan Jian said coldly, "you can also be immortal......

The man immediately looked up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope, but then he heard Nanjian say this:

"As long as the kid in this cage says you can survive, then you just have to walk out the door!"

Therefore, the head looked at the child in the cage with a look of horror and luck, and the child was still counting on his little fingers, as if he had neither heard nor seen what was happening before him. His expression was so focused, so peaceful, and he didn't notice the helplessness and messiness of this world at all!

Then he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the header, "Kill him!" he said suddenly, with a look of resentment on his face, and then he looked down and counted on his fingers.

Tou Tuo looked at Nanjian in horror in despair, and then he turned his head back and looked at the caged child with even more resentment. Suddenly, a murderous aura swept through his eyelids, and he suddenly struck, not at Nanjian, but at the little boy who was locked in the cage.

The speed of the movement at that moment was completely beyond people's imagination! Although the meteor was fast, people could still see its swaying tail light after all, and this Toutuo's move, although there were signs, was jaw-dropping.

However, the child in the cage was still quietly counting his little hands, completely unaware that danger was approaching him, and he could not imagine why these people had done this to him, why they had slashed him with a knife!

Toutuo's sword did not even slash the wooden cage where the child was held, and he had already fallen to the ground, and his whole person was also carried to the ground, like a dead dog, with a terrified expression, looking at the roof of the meditation hall in amazement, panting for breath before death.

However, he could never have imagined that it was not the scabbard in Nanjian's hand that shattered his chest, but the crescent moon Zen staff in the hand of his good friend, the old monk who claimed to be the abbot of Jinjue. The old monk looked calm, and when he pulled out the crescent shovel from the other's chest, it was as easy and comfortable as a child pulling a radish out of the soil, and he didn't even look at his companion who was lying on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, and was dying for many years.

With a very happy expression, he walked up to Nan Jian and arched his hand at him, "Nan Shaoxia," he said, "Now Lao Wei doesn't have to die!"

Nan Jian nodded, so he was pleasantly surprised, yes, Nan Jian immediately said something like this:

"Of course you can not die," he said, pointing to the dying head on the ground, "and you can walk out of here if he agrees!"

When the old monk heard this, the smile on his face immediately turned a lifeless earthy color, and he slowly turned around and looked at his companion on the ground, and a feeling of nausea and nausea welled up in his throat.

At this moment, the dying Toutuo suddenly opened his eyes, and with a very excited and happy expression, he opened his mouth full of blood, and laughed loudly, until his last breath was broken, and his expression was so very happy!

And now, although the old monk looked down at the ground at his feet, his hands were already tightly gripping his heavy and sharp crescent shovel, and he suddenly raised his head and turned to look at Nanjian.

"He's dead now, and he can't speak!" he said, "and I can't get out of here now." ”

"Have you even forgotten the rule that monks don't speak?" Nan Jian said coldly, "Not only did he speak, but he also spoke loudly, and you also heard it very clearly, and you understood!" )