Chapter 255 Beauty

Chapter 256 255 Beauty

Old Robert walked towards the mountain gate of Xianfeng Temple. He had already put on his helmet and visor again, and carried his own weapon that looked more like a ceremonial guard. The sword is not a huge thing with a sword on the battlefield.

Ashina Isshin really wanted to see how he wielded the sword, so he slowed down his light steps and followed the Nanman warrior.

The two of them walked together for less than ten minutes before they saw the wide open mountain gate and the mountain road that stretched up the mountain.

There is nothing surprising about the mountain gate, and the mountain road is also ordinary.

But when on the winding mountain road, there is a red stream with the smell of blood flowing down, the scene has a slightly different flavor.

Old Robert lifted his iron-booted feet, only to find that the blood-red liquid had flowed to where he was standing.

On the side, Isshin Ashina chuckled.

"So much blood, at least a dozen people."

One of them came from the European battlefield, and the other had fought with the inner government. The war between thieves and thieves.

Both of them showed no surprise at the blood of just a dozen people.

Lan En is a pervert and will deliberately pursue the atmosphere of the killing scene.

“Stab it”

Since Kong Yi hadn’t drawn the knife or chopped anyone yet, he wasn’t ready to stop yet.

"Don't come here, don't. Even if he is so fierce, you will still let him hurt Wuwa outside the temple."

Lan En used this knife to fight like a toothpick. With a heavy knock, that reckless swing was completely deflected by Deng Lei.

But apart from Lan En's feelings, the vitality of the Buddha was too weak to be scary.

Kong Yi curled his lips, took out a bottle of clear and thick sword oil from the alchemy leather bag on his front waist, and applied it under the sword.

Lan En landed skillfully.

The spray of blood sprayed down to the face of the seated Buddha in the small hall.

When the trembling reached its peak, I suddenly stabilized.

Ashina Yishin watched in front of him, seeing that my trembling was getting smaller and smaller, and even the armor all over my body stopped trembling and making noise.

But this is human vitality. The flow of cold energy under my body is more like the movement of a centipede outside my body.

Robert, who was wearing a monk's coat and holding a small stick in his hand, was swallowing his saliva and looking at Kong Yi who was approaching me with small eyes.

When the temple was still functioning, people would first pay homage outside, and then go all the way down the mountain, worshiping many small halls and many Buddha statues one by one.

The quiet and intense scene before the killing actually makes people feel a sense of deathly beauty.

However, the son I sent for treatment was used as experimental material

At the same time, Ashina Isshin's single eye on the mask narrowed slightly.

Robert even suppressed his body weightAt that moment, I stopped the car myself.

For a warrior, a miserable heart will forge a terrible sword.

Robert is 2.7 meters tall and less. He had to jump up when I wanted to press the front of his head and hit him.

It’s just that when viewed from the back, this small and weak body becomes more and more shrunken and trembling.

Before that side hall are the small halls of Xianfeng Temple.

The monks treated me like a fool, that was important.

A low monk who mummified himself.

The bright red blood is sprinkled under the green grass and brown tree trunks very freely.

But Lao Tailang Bing only watched it less until the final shock passed. On the contrary, I took a rather leisurely pace and walked to the edge of a tree root.

I personally sent my son there.

The difference between that guy and the monks at the foot of the mountain path is small. He cultivated his body to death and made himself stupid.

Old Tarang Bing didn’t say anything, maybe he just said something.

"It is clear at a glance whether the Lord is true or false."

In the end, it was divided into eighty-eight pillars in the famous Lotus King Temple, and a thousand were enshrined. In the eighty-eight-room hall with the Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara statue, you can listen to the sermons of the disciples of Xianfeng and receive blessings.

Besides a small pile of large windmills stuck in the roots of a tree, a large skull stands out.

After dealing with the stupid but kind-hearted Robert, Lan En walked back to the seated Buddha statue.

Let me work for nothing, that is also important.

As I walked up the bloody stream, I saw a messy battlefield.

More than a dozen monks at the foot of the mountain path managed to hold on to my blade for seven minutes. It was thanks to the Xianfeng Temple boxing technique that our bodies were so flexible and heavy that we couldn’t move around very well.

Ashina Isshin tapped his fingers heavily on the hilt of his sword.

Now, it’s time for me to collect the debt.

The atmosphere is the same.

Looking out through the hole where the big skull was dug, you can still see a few big bones emerging from the soil.

The bloody Buddha statue hanging with spider silk still looks down at everyone in the side hall with this compassionate smile.

That organ is completely consumed outside the process of cultivating the body of Buddha.

"Is this a picture of paradise in hell? It's really bluffing."

But at this time, the two battlefield veterans who had been calm just now couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The tengu-faced old man walked up to the stiff and half-kneeling body of the Nanman warrior, and spoke in a fierce and hot tone. It’s like seeing less.

Lan En pulled the knife out of a monk's collarbone.

Yu Yu's parchment-like skin has not yet been damaged, the muscle fibers like hemp rope are exposed, and the monk's robe is also in tatters.

Without another word, Old Kong Yi propped himself up with his giant sword., retreating deeper into Xianfeng Temple.

The generally poor artistic cultivation of the Emperor's Children has made my singing voice more beautiful, but it seems to have played a role in other aspects.

But now my body-reshaping technique allows me to fall to the ground even if I wear the low-level Bear School armor.

It is to pay homage to the Buddha, but to a living Buddha in this world.

After I finished speaking, I was like a baseball player trying to hit a home run. I focused all my strength on the stick and hit Lan En.

The fallen leaves of the maple trees floated and wandered under the blood.

The witcher's expression was wonderful. When I drew the sword, I held the handle and twisted it 40 degrees.

With my muscles integrated and my center of gravity stabilized, I could only watch helplessly as Lan En stabbed my collarbone with the long knife upright and penetrated into my organs in just one second. .

There are not yet eight Immortal Peak Temple monks lying outside the side hall, because the Dharma has not been abandoned. There are not many grasshoppers with small heads jumping around outside the side hall that has been cleaned for a long time. , gnawing at the flesh and blood of Youzhi who collapsed on the ground.

But when I did it, the bad image naturally achieved that effect.

“A body completely supported by centipedes”

There are still wet and dry eyeballs outside my eyes.

Ashina Isshin is very familiar with the massive bleeding that the air blade can cause, but he never thought that the blood flowing in the human body would look so beautiful after being cut and taken out by the air blade. .

With clenched fists, he actually took the initiative to attack Kong Yi. Lan En only used his Dengli to block the attack twice, and my posture completely collapsed.

Sitting cross-legged, a skinny, or rather rotten old man, about one meter tall, was sitting under the futon behind the Buddha's statue.

Before it tilted, I hit the wall directly. Lan En pressed my head in front of my head and applied more force.

With a bang, the small and plump meat mountain fell down dizzy.

The corpses of the monks were not hideous, but our young master was taken away with a sharp knife, so now they are scattered in various places on the mountain road.

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