Blood was flowing all the way, and no one knew how many monsters there were in the underground alleys, nor what they were originally. Dongchen only knew how to move forward, swinging his sword constantly, killing. Thick blood mist surrounded Dongchen, decorating him.
It's like a monster.
Forward, why forward?
Dongchen seems to have forgotten. He has changed from looking for a way out to looking for prey.
What influenced him?
The death of the church clergy? The death of the mercenaries? Or the death of Sieg?
These are no longer important, the important thing is that Dongchen keeps holding the steering wheel.
Maybe, his shallow consciousness has not forgotten, this is just maybe...
Live for war, die for war.
kill!
The flaming sword slashed across with gray light, and the lizard monster jumping on the wall was divided into two halves, from beginning to end, in two halves.
Dongchen passed by it silently, as if he didn't do anything at all.
The monster's bloody corpse spewed out large and small light spots, red killing blows, and white souls. They chased Dongchen and entered his body from behind, making the coat composed of blood flames and souls thicker again.
Move forward, keep moving forward.
kill!
From scarlet to dark red, and then from dark red to jet black, Dongchen's eyes have now turned into lightning black, constantly radiating light in all directions. The black electric current swimming on the surface of his body has turned his original
The evil appearance adds a touch of mystery and nobility.
"Fuhu!"
In the narrow alley, a sudden roar attracted Dong Chen's attention. He tiptoed a little, and his body was electric. After a few turns, what appeared in Dong Chen's eyes was a monk. He was only wearing underpants, and his whole body was covered with ferocious scars. His eyes were
Closed up, a blind monk fights a lizard monster.
He raised his right hand high and struck hard, pressing the lizard monster's head to the ground. The cracked stone slab and shattered head, the monk tilted his ears, and Dong Chen could even see it shaking.
"Alive or dead?"
Without speaking or answering, Dongchen smiled evilly and lowered his body, his energy shrinking sharply.
"Is it another monster? It seems that the poor monk has to find a place to eat again." After muttering with a helpless sigh, the blind monk clasped his hands together, his chest bulged high, and he opened his mouth in the direction of Dongchen...
…
The sound sounded like a dragon's roar or a tiger's roar, but it was no weaker than the previous wolf monster's. Dong Chen even felt like he was in a coma.
If he were sober, Dongchen would definitely retreat and not fight desperately. This is because it is inconsistent with his purpose and refutes his theory of survival. But now, Dongchen has no sense at all.
Facing the blind monk, Dongchen not only did not retreat, but also rushed forward.
One sword without regrets, the lonely swallow will never return.
Deep in the sea of consciousness, in the true interpretation of the sword, a sword skill that Dongchen envied extremely, but could not meet the requirements at all, was released at this moment.
A life is only for one sword, and one sword is a life.
Dongchen's previously imitated sword skills, which were not even half-performing, suddenly increased to 50% at this moment.
The sword is still the same sword, and the person is still the same person, but it is very different from before.
The momentum and swordsmanship have reached unity at this moment. This is the sword of death, this is the sword of duel.
This sword is only for the moment of beauty.
In the past, there were swordsmen who only practiced one sword in their lives, whether it was stabbing or chopping, and finally achieved a decisive kill.
This is a deceitful way, putting everything in one sword. The sword will never come back, and there will be no regrets when the sword is drawn. Everything will bloom for this moment.
Dongchen disappeared from the blind monk's perception, leaving only a sword, a sword that seemed to come from the sky, and was in front of him in the blink of an eye, a deadly sword.
The gold steel does not move, and King Ming protects the body.
His hands are in the fundamental mudra, his feet are standing straight, his whole body is as straight as a blind monk's pine tree, and his whole body is brightly radiant.
A Buddha statue with a blue body, holding a sword in his right hand and a rope in his left hand, his eyes rising and falling, surrounded by flames, and a frowning figure rose from behind him.
Dongchen's sword arrived, and it was a sword that gathered the killing energy and the power of the soul, and pierced the monk's chest with a solemn and solemn meaning.
There was no sound, no light or shadow, and it felt like dead silence for a moment.
"Taluo Moye"
The sudden chanting in the empty silence is like the howling of wolves in the depths of the grassland and the cry of whales in the endless ocean.
The blind monk stood there, with Dongchen's sword pressed against his chest. Suddenly, the blind monk opened his eyes: "Taluo Zha!"
The empty black eye sockets without eyeballs, accompanied by the inexplicable mantra chanted again, shot out endless anger, sending Dongchen flying out.
"Failed...?"
In mid-air, an unbelievable murmur stopped the blind monk from taking action again.
He slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands and walked over.
Dongchen looked up at the ceiling, his eyes clear again.
With difficulty, he brought the steering wheel to his eyes and took a look at it. Dongchen couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What the hell is this? Damn it, don't break this thing."
Thinking about the rags that had been shattered on the ground, and then looking at the seemingly intact steering wheel in front of him, Dongchen's head grew bigger. What made him even more depressed was the blind monk who was about to walk next to him.
He touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand and concentrated his energy, trying to gather energy, but he felt his whole body was empty.
A pair of rough and strong hands touched his face, and Dong Chen broke out in cold sweat. When he went crazy just now, he saw with his own eyes how the monk slapped the monster to death. Such a slap on the face made Dong Chen
How could Chen not be surprised?
Feeling around, from the top of his head to his face, the blind monk carefully touched Dongchen like a lover.
"What does this guy want to do? He can't be..."
Thinking of some bad scenarios, Dong Chen's hand holding the sword became harder and harder. He had already planned that if something unexpected happened, he would risk his life and chop the blind monk in front of him with a sword, leaving him with a sword.
a mark.
However, looking at the burns, sword wounds, and gunshot wounds all over the monk's body, Dong Chen doubted whether his sword attack would leave any marks. After all, this damn monk had too many marks on his body.
The monk was still touching. This time he not only touched his head, but also his whole body. His chest, arms, hands, legs, and feet. If the monk hadn't put his hand between his legs, Dongchen's sword would have struck out.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Dongchen couldn't help it because the blind monk took off his shoes.
Pulling off his socks, the blind monk gave his rough hands a pause: "Are you a man, a woman, or neither?"
The gleaming white feet were delicate and delicate, and felt as warm as jade in the hand. It was no wonder that the monk asked such a strange question.
Dongchen glared at the blind monk angrily, his face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to black. The monk's words hit his Achilles heel.
Growing up, the only thing that stood out about Dongchen was his feet, a pair of feet that were more feminine than women. For this, he was laughed at a lot. During the last checkup, he was teased by Christina Haodu, and now he is teased again.
The monk mentioned how not to get angry.
"You are the woman, and your whole family is a shemale. I am the man, the one who takes charge..."
A flash of sword light flashed, and the blind monk holding the sword between two fingers nodded: "I believe it."
"You go to hell!"
His vitals were attacked. Dongchen roared and flew up his feet. His weak body swung sideways and kicked the monk in the face.
It's fashionable to go crazy and you're no match for it, and it's even worse when you're weak.
The blind monk casually picked up one of Dongchen's feet and stood up. He raised his free right hand in front of his chest and said, "Donor, please don't be angry. I have a destiny with you, this poor monk."