Sealing Sword Chapter 120: Catching snakes
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The buddha beads between the fingers have been dialed several times, repeating and repeating, like a toss and turns.
Many years ago, when Duan Ya was still alive, he asked Sekong a question: "Is there anything unchanging in the world?"
Everything will die, family and country will die, the four seasons alternate, and the sea will turn into a sacred field... Even the sky is dotted with stars, and there will be a day when it will rise and fall.
I thought about it for a long time, from counting the sands of the Ganges to Tanhua at my fingertips, there was no result in the end. Until that day, when the snow fell, he got news of Duan Ya's death and saw the most troubled person in his life.
The sharp edges gathered in the eyes and merged into a drop of scarlet. The red never disappeared, but solidified into eternal darkness.
He finally understood that what remains unchanged in the world is the variable itself.
Regardless of the will of the heavens and the hearts of the people, they are all unpredictable and endlessly changing things. Life is between heaven and earth, tossing in the red dust, or drifting with the tide, or unchanging and changing.
The Shimen slowly opened, and there was the sound of deliberately aggravated footsteps from behind, Sekong did not move, still cross-legged on the ground, flicking the Buddha beads between his fingers, muttering words in his mouth.
"For this "Death Curse", is the master trying to save those suffering, or is he preparing himself in advance?" A low and smiling voice came from the top, and Helianyu looked condescendingly at Sekong , The fingers stretched out on his top door, and the bent knuckles seemed to break through in the next moment.
Sekong Dao: "Who is and who is not is meaningless."
Helianyu smiled slightly, and the fire from the lamp on the wall came into his eyes, but it didn't calm down the slightest warmth, just a little **** redness.
He was extremely cold in his bones, and his back couldn’t help trembling, but there was a manic heat rushing in the dantian, gradually penetrating the odd meridian and eight channels, and blood flowing under the skin, making him in a kind of madness In the dangerous realm intertwined with sobriety, advancing or retreating is a huge difference.
He Lianyu slowly squatted down, watching the old monk’s collapsed eyelids, and asked softly: "Buddha is relieved, do you even care about life and death?"
The sound is clammy, like a poisonous snake clinging to flesh and blood, making people's backs cold.
Sekong touched the hand of the Buddhist beads and said: "Helian benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless, and the shore is turning back."
Helianyu smiled: "Master wants to ferry me?"
"Buddha has a destiny."
"Master thinks that I have a relationship with the Buddha?" He Lianyu raised his eyebrows, but unfortunately the silver mask blocked his cheerful expression, and the blind old monk could not see his gradually deep eyes.
Sekong said: "Well, right and wrong, between thoughts."
"Someone said this to me thirty-two years ago, and I refused." He Lianyu lowered his eyelids, and his **** with finger cots swept down the hollow corners of his eyes. The tingling finally reached his heart, "I hate mediocrity in my life. Since I can't be a great sage and great sage, then I will be a treacherous and evil stinker for thousands of years. I can only do whatever I want to do. A trip in the world. Master wants to ferry me, please wait for the next life."
The sharp mithril finger cots penetrated the robe and monk's clothes, piercing the flesh and blood, and the monk's robe was filled with two red spots.
Sekong sighed softly.
As soon as this breath was exhaled, He Lianyu suddenly withdrew and flew back, but the punch was already in front of him.
Helianyu's pupils tightened, he turned his claws into palms and stood in front of him when he couldn't let his hair out. He happened to catch this thin fist, but its power was unstoppable, and he was not caught by his palm. Blocked, still hit his chest through the palm of his flesh!
Severe pain came from both hand bones and chest. Sekong had already used the power of this fist to get up. With his fist strength, He Lianyu was forced to slip several feet under his feet and hit his back firmly. The wall was broken, but after a few strange noises, it cracked a few cracks.
This punch is ready to be sent out, but it is not very fancy and fierce. Rao Shi He Lianyu has not put down his vigilance, but it is inevitable.
"Zhao...the ice moth, it really is...my good sister."
He Lianyu is naturally not stupid. His thoughts turned sharply, but he didn't doubt Bu Xueyao as usual, but quickly bit Zhao Bingmo.
Just as Zhao Bingmo knew him well, he knew this woman too well. In the current situation, there is the most reason to set up a situation for oneself, and she is the only one who can persuade West Buddha to dormant till now.
Blood dripped from the silver mask, stained with Sekong's hands, and the monk chanted "Amitabha Buddha" lightly. Although he could not see his eyes, he withdrew his fist and turned sideways like a divine aid, and escaped a sword from the bottom up. .
He Lianyu pulled out Qianyuan.
He has always been a person who knows current affairs. He can do all kinds of things in front of all kinds of people. In front of martial arts juniors, he can rely on his age skills, but he will never keep his hands when facing the long-famous West Buddha.
Qian Yuan shook out from his waist, his sword light rushed like water, and when it trembled in the air, he made a sound of "rusty", and his murderous intent was densely covered in vertical and horizontal directions, firmly wrapped around Sekong's body.
With a sound of "wow", Sekong flicked the buddha in his hand, entangled the blade steadily in the ever-changing sword path, and immediately stood in a stalemate. The vacant hands of both sides faced each other with their fists. , Judu snorted, each stepping back three or four steps.
As soon as I pulled away, the blade cut the rope, and the beads spread out. Sekong hadn't stood still, but his body moved again. But seeing him turn around and swept away, the fist wind swept across the hills and the wilderness, and the Buddha beads that had not yet landed were also taken by the fist wind and struck in all directions.
One hundred and eight Buddhist beads, each of them pierced through the air with the sound of the wind. The Helian imperial sword was like a rotation, and the defense was dripping. The beads hit the blade, and the sound of "ding and ding" was endless.
He is not only blocking the move, but also deliberately guiding the sound through this, because Helianyu has a good eye, but Sekong is blind, who can only listen to the voice to argue.
A moment of stagnation is a moment of success or failure.
When Sekong was shocked, Helian Yuren had bullied him three feet in front of him, Qianyuan fell on his head, Wuxi's sword was caught by a pair of fleshy palms, and the blade was less than an inch away from his head.
Helian's sword is steady, Sekong's hand trembled slightly.
If it is normal, he must fight hard to fight Sekong, but now the opponent has been trapped for many days, blood is withered, internal strength is exhausted, and he is confronted with the extremely fierce "Futu Quanjing". Those who were beaten with iron were also stuffed into cotton cores.
The corner of Helianyu's mouth under the mask slightly tilted.
The right hand, caged in the sleeve, raised up and stretched out like a ghost, silent and fast, like a gust of wind, and I should take the opportunity to insert the old monk's dantian!
Helianyu has bloodthirsty pleasure in his eyes!
However, Sekong's face is still unwavering.
The next moment, but after hearing the sound of Shimen, He Lianyu didn't raise his eyes, Sekong patted his hands one by one, and stepped back dangerously.
It’s too late to see who the uninvited guest is. The murderous aura in Helianyu’s chest almost tears the flesh and blood and bursts out of the earth. The deep abyss is like a poisonous snake, and in a blink of an eye it has reached Sekong’s eyes, and the sword aura is like a rainbow tearing through the sky. The flesh and blood, the sharp energy has cut its face with blood!
Between the electric light and flint, no one can see anything clearly, only feels that the cold light is like a moon training falling into the sky, and rushing to the front with the Tianhe, a sharp blade is in front of the sky at the moment of the moment, Qianyuan sword The point was hitting the opponent's sword, spitting out and blocking, like a spear attacking a shield, no difference.
Helianyu's face changed drastically!
Under the mask, the corners of his cocked mouth suddenly solidified, and then slowly fell down, squeezing into a sharp blade, quenching the remaining blood.
He didn't look at Sekong again, his eyes moved quickly along the blade, and he saw the moiré engraved on the sword grid and the hand holding the hilt.
The lights were extinguished, the shadow of the candle flickered, and the shadow of the third person appeared on the wall of the cave. He Lianyu also had an extra silver mask in his eyes.
He also wears a light robe and a silver face covering his face. At first glance, it looks like he is standing in front of a mirror cast by a skilled craftsman, reflecting every part of his body.
Except for those eyes.
He Lianyu saw a pair of icy eyes, which were covered with cold and snow, and there was still water under them.
The chill in his bones suddenly came out, and He Lianyu shuddered uncontrollably.
But he is still laughing, the laughter is getting wilder and louder!
Chu Xiwei knew that Helianyu was here.
The funeral palace sent countless hidden piles this time, but these predators finally focused on the Wuxiang Temple, and this time Zhao Bingmo was secretly making hands and feet, and the Hundred Ghosts. It is not difficult to keep entrenched in the mountains of Wenchan.
Helianyu came quietly, but couldn't stand the "wild ghosts" who had been guarding the plant for a long time.
As soon as he entered the mountain, Chu Xiwei received information from below. After thinking about it, he didn't confess that Xuan Su wanted to take good care of the temple, and ordered his men to guard various mountain roads, and he followed.
Helian Yu's martial arts are powerful and quirky. Chu Xiwei knew that if Ye Fusheng were here, it would be difficult to keep up with the opponent, let alone oneself. Therefore, Chu Xiwei didn't dare to chase too tightly so as not to stun the snake. Instead, she hid away five feet away from them, and shrank her body into the narrow gap on the mountain wall, like a paper-skinned man, without even showing the atmosphere.
In the dead of night, the sound of the wind whistling, tearing up the otherwise small words more vaguely, Chu Xiwei frowned and looked at them with a gleam of light until the soldiers split into three ways and left.
Bu Xueyao drove Hengyuan down the mountain, Zhao Bingmo went to Wuxiang Temple, and Helianyu went to Du'e Cave. After thinking about it for a moment, Chu Xiwei will continue to keep up with He Lianyu when he steps up.
He saw a figure flashing out of another mountain wall not far away, and followed He Lianyu's direction.
With a quick glance, he could only see the corners of the other party's robe that was raised in the wind, and an ancient sword on his back.
End clear?
Chu Xiwei's heart froze. He was chasing He Lianyu all the way just now, just like chasing a cunning poisonous snake. He didn't know when the opponent would turn his head back and bite him, straightening out the creeps. Now seeing Duan Qing, who is dressed in the same fashion, followed closely, the chill has not disappeared, but has penetrated deeper into the bones.
The piles of the Hundred Ghost Gates densely made Chu Xiwei's ears and eyes clear, but the lonely Duan Qing was able to hide here early, which only means that someone has confided him.
Zhao Bingmo turned around and walked altogether. Is it because she is magnanimous, or has she set a killing game?
Chu Xiwei's thoughts turned sharply, and she fell a few steps behind, chasing Duanqing behind.
Sneaking all the way, tossing around in the mountains and forests, Chu Xiwei looked at the path around him, and was surprised that they were going to Du'e Cave.
He couldn't alarm He Lianyu, and didn't want Duan Qing to discover whereabouts, so he chased at the end, and in a blink of an eye they disappeared in the woods, secretly thinking about the way, fearing that they would all be off the cliff.
It’s not too late. Chu Xiwei wanted to catch up in secret, but didn’t want this piece of woods that had been here before, but at this time it looked like a fine, the forest clearly didn’t see the mist, but he didn’t turn around here two or three times. go out!
My heart sank, Chu Xiwei turned over a big tree, closed her eyes and turned her head, pouring her internal force into both ears, catching the slightest movement.
The sound of wind, the sound of leaves, the sound of rat and ants crawling across the grass...and, the sound of footsteps!
He is not the only one trapped in this forest!
Although these people's footsteps are not heavy, they are disordered at the end. I am afraid that there are no fewer than 20 people. Duan Qing and He Lianyu are obviously not among them. Chu Xi frowned slightly, hearing that someone had approached the tree where she was hiding, and was about to change a place to continue observing, but she heard wind blowing in the back of her head, and she looked back and grabbed a stone.
A deliberately lowered voice was gathered by internal force into a line and passed to the ear with the wind: "Zhuzi, don't move!"