"Amitabha Buddha, why is it necessary for the benefactor. Don't you know that martial arts is nothing more than just passing a moment and learning a masterful skill, but in the end it is not a emptiness? Only thoughts and writings can survive in the world. Only knowledge and sentiment are immortal. Although it is the foundation of human beings at the moment, immortality is a great achievement. That's all, although you did not die by the hands of a monk, you are almost the same." He sat down cross-legged, and murmured, "Nanwu Ami. Duo Po Ye, Duo Ta G Duo Ye, Duo Di Ye Ta, Ami Li Du Po Pi, A Mi Li Duo, Si Pha Pi, A Mi Li Duo, Pi Jia Lan Di, A Mi Li Duo, Pi Jia Lan Duo, Gami Greasy, Gagana, Citrus aurantium, Suabha." This is the secret language of the rebirth curse. Everyone present only heard the Sanskrit sounds and the majestic appearance of the Dou Mu Hao, like the Buddha's death, supernaturally saving the dead.
From the beginning to the end of today's battle, it seems that Mr. Liang has not been moved. However, Wei Dong's death shocked him to stand up from his chair. His most loyal and powerful hand was gone. There was a touch of regret and intolerance on Mr. Liang's face, but it was only a moment, and after a moment, he returned to his calm look. Ji Wuzhi walked into the venue and gently carried Wei Dong's body back, with sorrow on his face, and tears quietly flowed down. Among the nine people, Wei Dong had the closest relationship with himself. Two of them The Liang family entered the same day. At that time, the head of the Liang family was not Mr. Liang, but Mr. Liang's uncle. Now, less than twenty years have passed, and Wei Dong has just committed suicide in front of his own eyes!
Bi Yuewu just sat next to Mr. Liang, watching her former companions and her beloved generals fight to the death. Although she couldn't bear it, she could only watch this way. This was not her battlefield, she was just a weak woman. And Mr. Liang's calmness made him more and more frightened. What kind of tricks did Mr. Liang do not panic at this moment? Why on earth? Bi Yuewu had no idea whether Feng, who was in charge of the world, had counted this move, even if he could prevent it.
Bi Yuewu’s anxiety was written on her face, and Feng saw it clearly. Obviously, even Bi Yuewu, who was closest to Mr. Liang, didn’t know what other tricks were waiting for her, so she really couldn’t know. Now, I can only take one step at a time. The battle between him and Mr. Liang was originally a gamble. Since it is a gamble, there is no business that makes a profit without losing money. Taking risks is a must. At least it seems that he still has a winning side. See who can have the last laugh!
The pressure of the little bit today is not great. The Jingfeng on the opposite side doesn't know what the hell is doing, and the song is not sad or hurt, but it is actually a song "Drunk Fisher Singing Night", smiling proudly with smoke and clouds, drunk country and delicious. A small boat, a pot of wine, a piano, and a round of months are all at ease. Jingfeng's piano skills are extremely superb, and the interpretation of this drunkenness of forgetting the sorrow and current drunkenness is extremely wonderful. Little by little, he couldn't hear the meaning of killing in the piano, and there was no negative impact, so he relaxed, and looked at the people fighting in the arena.
Feng heard a little fascinated at this time, and couldn't help but compliment: "The bright moon is too empty and the same photo, the floating house is not faint; it is drunk to watch the morning market trouble; Yanbo is old, who can bother me. Mr. piano skill is superb. I really admire it." Jing Feng raised his head with a smile on his face, but Xiao Sha in his eyes was slightly startled.
"Not good!" Little by little hurriedly took out Qingxinling and screamed: "Brother King Kong, hurry up and sing Sanskrit!" After that, Qingxinling kept shaking.
Dou Muqi didn't know what it meant, but he was so panicked when he watched the little bit of panic, and subconsciously used the voice like a Vatican, and Gungun Sanskrit sound followed. Overcoming the hustle and bustle of everyone's fighting, with the rhythm of the ringing ups and downs.
Jingfeng suddenly exerted strength in his hands, and he knew it carefully, here, he was about to do it! Sure enough, Jingfeng's fingers were quietly accumulating energy, as if he was ready to hit everyone by surprise. Jingfeng’s fingers are slender and slender. Compared with women, they have no less control over strength than Tang Jiyun. Their control of the opponent's position is not lost to Mo Wuhen, and the control of the rhythm is the best in the audience. With these hands, he almost caused the destruction of two teams of ten people!
A little bit of nervousness was extremely intense, did Jingfeng choose to attack herself or other people in the field? I can only control others later, but is it too late? Although I won last time, I know in a little bit that I was really lucky.
Suddenly, Jingfeng’s Imperius piano made a reverberation, and the strings broke! There were blood stains on the fingers, and blood oozes from between the fingers. It seemed that it was because of strong luck and true energy, but no match for the coercion of Buddhism, so this Imperius piano was ruined. Jingfeng seemed to have suffered great pain, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the piano, his head hanging low, motionless.
Mo Wuhen caught up in two steps, and his three fingers hit the pulse, and his heart was shocked. Not only was this man killed, but what was even more outrageous was that it was only half a minute before his body was cold. What is this? Reason? No matter how quietly he used his inner breath to search Jingfeng's five viscera, he was even more surprised. The five viscera of this person seemed to be entangled together, and it looked like he had been mad at practice. No one attacked him, what kind of manipulation was this? Could it be that his injury last time was not healed, and this time his forcible movement blew himself back? He looked at Mr. Liang and shook his head to indicate that he was out of help, but he looked at Mr. Liang’s indifferent expression, and there was an unconcealable triumph in his eyes! Is it? OMG! The surprise in Mo Wuhen's eyes replaced helplessness. This was too cruel, no wonder Mr. Liang didn't care about the lives and deaths of everyone present, no wonder he seemed to have a chance to win, this move was too dangerous!
Little by little, she also saw Mo Wuhen shook her head. She also wondered why the good-natured people suddenly vomited blood. Seeing that this posture had actually been killed, could it be that the last time she fought with herself because of her internal injuries and never healed? At this time, the strong self-improvement will cause the body to be unable to bear it? Don't understand, don't understand.
Looking at the people over there was dead, Dou Muqi walked towards Dai Juncai, and beckoned little by little. It can be regarded as the end of a battle, although he is not tired, but he is already in a panic. It caused a little laugh. Dou Muqi was also laughing himself, and finally was able to catch his breath. This situation became clearer and clearer, and Mr. Liang once again lost to Dai Junchou. However, the smile on his face has not faded, Dou Muqi's expression instantly solidified into consternation, and the shape of the wheel under his step was revealed, his body shape is windy, fast as lightning, and he desperately rushes to the front of his body, sticking out his left hand worthy of it. Hold a dagger!
The look of astonishment on Little's face is no less than that of Dou Muqi, because the owner of this dagger is actually Feng!