If his body was completely undamaged, it might not be very difficult for Brother Qiu to avoid these rumbling and rolling stones. However, it was no longer possible at this moment. His two legs were bloody and broken into pieces, and he almost had to rely on his two legs.
He supported the ground with an arm and then moved to avoid danger. Obviously, Brother Qiu also has a good foundation, but after dodging several times in a row, he also fell into an absolute dilemma.
The mustache that had been watching over there couldn't help but move. At this moment, his emotions were a little complicated towards Brother Qiu. Because he was still not sure whether Brother Qiu had truly accepted that memory, and Gong Jue
At first, he was following Brother Qiu, so Mustache didn't want to make things too extreme. However, these untouchable insecurities made him unable to remain calm. He wanted to take advantage of Brother Qiu's predicament to press him.
But as soon as he moved, Lao Zhao beside him stopped him in a low voice: "It's too late, don't provoke this fat man. I always feel that he is not that simple. If he really dies here, it will actually be beneficial to us."
Boom...
In the short period of less than a minute when the two people were talking in low voices, Brother Qiu was forced to a dead end. He put his hands on the ground, and his fat body suddenly turned dexterously, barely avoiding a block and rolling over.
stone, but another stone followed closely behind it, but it couldn't be avoided no matter what.
Brother Qiu desperately retreated back, and a huge stone suddenly rolled against the tip of his nose, pressing down his two legs that had been broken into bones. This time the trauma was more serious, the lower half of Brother Qiu's body was almost
All were tightly pressed down.
This fat man with a kind face was very tough. He suffered such suffering without saying a word. However, the cold sweat rolling down his face and the trembling hands covered with blood made people know that the pain he endured was extraordinary.
generally.
Brother Qiu will definitely not be able to move unless he cuts off half of his body in the middle. Mustache can only lurk again. Bosiba and Heipao, who are trying their best to block Brother Qiu, also stop immediately. They look at Brother Qiu.
, his eyes immediately turned to the other party again.
At this point, there is nothing to say. Between Bosiba and the black robe, or between the pilgrim and the world, only one party is destined to walk out from here. The crystal clear six-sided ball is still emitting radiance in its original place.
The soft light, like the most priceless and precious jewelry in the world, strongly attracts everyone. Bosiba and Heipao reacted extremely quickly and immediately entered into a desperate fight.
These two people were the absolute protagonists of the scene. Although the fights of the others were brutal, they were all side effects and could not be a factor affecting the development of the situation. Lao Zhao secretly raised his gun and aimed there. When necessary,
When the time comes, he can shoot one of them with all his strength.
"Let them fight." Lao Zhao said without looking back: "I am responsible for bringing down the last person who survives."
Mustache is a charlatan and is used to seeing bloody scenes, but this is the first time he has encountered a fight like this. The two real masters almost turned into two groups of dancing wind, and the area around the six-sided ball was very narrow.
Flying and rolling back and forth in the area. Bosiba's two fists were surrounded by two groups of gushing flames, and behind the black-robed body, there was a looming
A phantom sitting cross-legged appeared. A real master's fight may not take that long, because every blow is a fatal move. In the more than ten minutes after Brother Qiu was pinned down, the following
The battle between those people went from intense to intense, with heavy casualties. The battle between Bosiba and Black Robe also quickly came to an end.
Bang......
Bosiba almost sent the thin black robe flying with one punch, but Bosiba seemed to be hit hard in the chest by an invisible fist. Both of them were vomiting blood, but each staggered two steps and gritted their teeth.
Killing together. This is a real fight to the death, with no room for relaxation.
Mustache wanted to rush out several times, but Lao Zhao felt that the time had not come yet. Although Bosiba and Heipao were beaten until they vomited blood, such masters still had the power to counterattack, which was difficult to bear. About half of the time passed.
In about an hour, the battles among the rest of the people in this space were almost over, like
In a chilling battlefield, two groups of evenly matched people fought to the end, unable to escape the fate of both sides losing. In the empty space, the fight between Bosiba and Heipao was even more eye-catching. At this moment, both of them seemed to be carrying a thousand kilograms of weight.
Heavy objects, huge pressure, and physical strength is consumed quickly.
"I guess the fight is about to end." Lao Zhao secretly clenched the gun and took aim meticulously.
Plop...
The thin body of the black robe suddenly turned around in the erratic movement, and punched from a very tricky angle. His fist was as skinny as wood, but no one could underestimate the power contained in this fist. Bosiba's stature was at least
He was a head taller than the black robe, but this punch made him stumble back a few steps, spit out a mouthful of blood, and couldn't help but sit down on the ground.
Bosiba was obviously at the end of his strength. After he sat down, his chest was heaving violently. He struggled to get up, but the black robe had already stepped in front of him. The black robe looked down at Bosiba, like an emperor looking at a captive on his knees.
The two silent people represented a major event that lasted for thousands of years, the final outcome of two ancient organizations that had been dormant for countless years. There was blood at the corner of the black robe's mouth, but there was a sense of conquest and victory in his eyes.
Proud, but behind this pride, there are more things that people cannot understand.
In fact, many times when people do something, they originally value the final result of the matter. However, the process is too long and difficult, and it may take a long, long time. During this process, his thinking has changed invisibly.
.Because he has paid too much, the process has replaced the result. When the matter is finally settled after many years, he will find that the result seems to be less important than imagined in an instant.
If you have a feud, you will want to kill him all the time in your life. For this, you have sacrificed, shed blood and shed tears. But one day, this enemy falls in front of you, unable to resist and struggle, like a waiting animal.
What will you do when the lamb is average?
Perhaps, the desire to kill him suddenly weakened a lot at this moment.
The same was true for Black Robe. He looked at Bosiba who could no longer stand up. The sense of conquest in his eyes quickly disappeared. He even felt a sense of regret and pity. It was like looking at a native
People who shouldn't be enemies eventually become enemies.
"I don't want to kill you." Hei Pao finally said, "But you know your fate, and you also know my fate."
The sleeves of the black robe swung, and a chain that was so thin that it was almost unrecognizable was wrapped around Bosiba's neck. The black robe slowly tightened the chain, and Bosiba's face turned red, and his eyes were full of everything.
It was bloodshot. He could no longer resist, even though the black robe was about to run out of oil.
Bosiba's eyes moved little by little with difficulty. The holy weapon was not far behind the black robe. A corpse and a bloody light were reflected in his sight. How much did the ancient pilgrims pay for that inexplicable curse?
The cost? In fact, it is incalculable. Thousands of people died in the long history. When the matter finally ended, although he did not win by himself, it was also a kind of relief.
Bosiba's eyes began to dim, and his body hung down softly, like a puppet hung by a rope. Before the black robe completely let go, Lao Zhao suddenly pulled the trigger. A clear gunshot sounded.
At the same time, the black robe was like a pendulum, swinging left and right a few times, and then knelt down on the ground unwillingly.
"Let's go!" Lao Zhao succeeded in shooting and immediately jumped out of the hiding place. The situation was already clear. No one could threaten the three of them now.
Mustache's footsteps became heavier. In fact, he was just like Black Robe. He didn't have the joy of victory, but became more depressed. Damn it, everyone who didn't deserve to die disappeared one by one.
Black Robe was covered in blood, and Lao Zhao's shot made a bloody hole in his lower back. But Black Robe's expression was still calm, and the mask on his face completely fell off, revealing a vicissitudes of life and peaceful face.
.If it weren’t for many hidden clues pointing to his identity as Rinpoche, even the mustache might not be able to associate these two fundamentally different people together.
"When I first entered the Gazha Monastery, I never thought that I would embark on such a path." Heipao simply sat down cross-legged. The wound on his waist made it impossible for him to sit as calmly as a Buddha, but he
Trying his best to support: "Everyone's destiny is changed by a very small thing."
The black robe didn't know what he was thinking. He kept telling the story of how he embarked on this road. Old Zhao became a little impatient. His attention was all on the six-sided ball at the back. But the mustache didn't move.
Zhao and Duoji could only endure it.
Chanado influenced not just one person, or in other words, he influenced Rinpoche who should not have been influenced the least.
The blood flowed silently, and while flowing, it took away all the energy and vitality in the black robe's body. His voice became smaller and smaller. He really didn't want to close his eyes, but he couldn't control it all.
Until the voice of the black robe could not be detected, Mustache still stood motionless. He felt sad, indescribable sadness. Every respectable and hateful person is a pawn in this huge chess game.
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"Man..."
A very low moan and shout interrupted Mustache's thoughts, and he immediately recognized that it was Brother Qiu's voice.
Mustache never thought that Brother Qiu could live to this point. He suddenly turned his head and shined the light. Under the huge stone, the upper half of Brother Qiu's body was exposed. He looked like a bloody gourd.
"Man, come here." Brother Qiu's mouth showed a smile that was uglier than crying. He stretched out a bloody hand and waved towards the mustache: "I have something to say to you."