MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 65 【】
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When I saw the Buddha’s enemies in the past, I dared to take the world’s big sorrows and pay a great price. I was bent on pursuing immortality. Such a person, even if there is only one breath left, will not be willing to pass on others.
After listening to him, Luo Mingchuan knew that there was a flaw, and he had prepared for it. At this time, he pulled the sword straight and pulled it at the same time.
The sword opened the smoke, and the gray bricks of the temple broke open a deep gap, extending all the way to the stage, and looking at the front one inch.
However, Jinguang has enveloped the entire Buddhist temple, and the tide of the sea tide is coming.
At this time, the weak door panel became like a gold-iron cast, and the two men bounced off and had to face the pressure.
The old man sat on the stage, his eyes closed, his eyebrows were slight, and the golden light and red mans behind him became more and more glaring.
Yin Yi finally knows why he was willing to explain so much before, but he is trying to recover time for himself.
Now, when the time is one more point, it is more unfavorable to them.
The two looked at each other, and Luo Mingchuan started the sword again, and the real yuan came out. The sword front sounded a series of sounds, as if the air was torn.
He broke a passage in the real pressure, and the Yinhuo squatted on the lake sword, and went in the middle of this passage!
A bitter chill came out of the blade, and a thin layer of hoarfrost was condensed on the ground.
Wherever the sword passed, the frost expanded rapidly. Jianfeng went straight to Guanlan!
At the same time, Luo Mingchuan’s gaze also arrived, and it was falling on the eyebrows of the view.
This is the third time that the two have joined forces against the enemy. In the night when the cave was met with the demon, it was still in harmony with the oysters, and in the Xingshan Temple, there was a 70% tacit understanding.
At this time, it was a round-hearted turn, and Tianfu complemented each other, exerting the power far beyond the original realm, enough to shock the practice world.
But all this is still not enough to beat a former saint.
Even if he has been weakened by the years and the law.
When Guan Yan opened his eyes, Yin Jian’s swordsmanship stagnated in the air, and it was harder to get closer to a millimeter. He has a thin lip and a slight sweat on his forehead.
The gaze of Guan Guan fell on Jianfeng, and Yin Yan’s face turned pale and pale, and he was able to stand still after three steps.
However, a pair of eyes stunned the eyes of the two pairs of pain, had to close their eyes for a moment. Just in the blink of an eye, before Luo Mingchuan flew his body, his left hand patted Yin Yin over his back, his right hand flew, and a big Buddha's handprint was pressed down!
Yin Yin was sent out of the battle by his own brother, and he watched the two men.
The temple in Jinguang slammed, and the account was fried into powder, and the beams and beams were splashed!
Luo Mingchuan five fingers flesh and blood, such as rain and fog spray, revealing the forest bones.
The view of the thin and atrophied palm, a slight invisible withdrawal of a cent. And under his body, under the oppression of the violent real yuan, five deep and deep marks were cracked.
At this time, the Yin and Yue swords have become a reality, and the blue and white swords of the blue sky illuminate the entire temple!
"boom--"
The sound of the station was broken into ash, and the view fell into the dust.
Stained, golden dust.
But he saw the sword this time. The pupil is miniature.
Yin Yi never thought that he would only see Luo Mingchuan injured, and he was angry and shot, even the power was here.
This sword is strong and strong, giving him too many surprises and doubts. At the Folding Party, I contend with the wind and rain swords. In Xingshan Temple, the infinite body of the net cloud.
Now, it is possible to break the defense of a saint.
The view slowly stood up, and the sound of bone friction was clear and harsh.
It is clearly a thin, low-profile figure, but it stands up like a horrible shadow.
He looked indifferent, but did not shoot, because he felt that after a long time, he should always say something about this sword.
He thought about it and found that there was nothing to say.
Even if the owner is changed, the sword is as awkward as ever.
Then, in the chest, it burned with anger, like a raging fire.
How about a million years have passed, even if it is a long time that cannot be counted, how can we not be angry as long as we see the sword? ! How not to hate? !
So he reached out and palm, and the index finger and the **** caught Jianfeng.
In the eyes of Yin Yi, the old man’s movements are extremely slow, but he is inevitable. I feel that the pressure suddenly increases, and it is like a mountain that is pressed against the sword.
Then the lake sword violently vibrated, the humming sound was like a rain, Yin Yin was more worried, and the other party wanted to break the sword.
The coldness of death passed down the wrist along the sword, and went all the way to the meridians, and forced the heart and lungs.
Suddenly there is a breeze, a sword is coming!
Yin Yi turned his head and saw Luo Mingchuan holding Shen Zhoujian with his left hand and his eyes calm. However, the right hand is bleeding, and the half sleeves have been stained with blood.
This sword is very clever, picking up the lake between the old man's fingers, and turning it into a crosscut, cutting off the wrist.
The face was unchanged, and the palm of his hand turned over, and he even grasped the sharp blade.
Yin Jianyue’s Jianfeng was shaken open, but the coldness of silence was still in the veins and bones, and he was barely able to stand firm.
The two stalemate, almost closing their eyes at the same time.
In the evening, the wind and sand in the temple are quiet.
Yin Yin more faintly guessed that they entered a realm of mysterious, similar to the Buddhist meditation of the Buddha, fearing that the rush to break the balance at this time, but it hurt the brother. I have to wait and see. Strong and calm, but still heartburned.
*******
There is a big gap between the young genius in the practice world and the saints millions of years ago. This is destined to be an unprecedented one, and it is difficult to have a comeback in the future.
It is an incredible legend that Juggernaut and Mr. Palmer are at such a young age that they have teamed up to kill a Mahayana strongman with a small ride and a difficult situation.
They can see and recruit today, even if they can see it with their own eyes.
But this is not a matter of distinction, but a decision to die.
Luo Mingchuan opened his eyes, and the four wild is a **** sea.
The red clouds in the sky are surging, such as the burning of flames, to burn through the blue sky, the wind and sand are full of **** suffocation.
The broken flag, the corpses in the wild, the rushing rivers are stained with blood. All kinds of martial arts and magical powers are still in the air, making the mountains and rivers messy, and the land is black.
He looked at everything with awkwardness, and he was somewhat familiar. Until a scepter sticks the wind.
Luo Mingchuan stepped back in the river, but the Zen rod crossed the river, splitting the river and separating the water, raising the wind and waves, and roaring.
The view stood on the opposite mountain, and there was a stunned light in the scorpion.
His figure is also like a mountain.
Luo Mingchuan thought of a move, Shen Zhoujian crossed in front of him, such as the long embankment, blocking the river and blocking the waves.
It is certainly a famous sword in the world, and it is difficult to reach the sage of the sage. After shaking the Zen scepter, it straightens out of the river and flies down to the bottom of the river.
The Zen rod returned to the foothills and was held in the hands. Along the way, the waves crashed into the river, and the waves were unsettled for a long time.
Luo Mingchuan's figure has reached the shore, but his face is pale and his clothes are wet by the river. The twilight suddenly changed, and the mountain peaks under the view of the earth fell and the boulder fell and fell.
Here is a battlefield relic after the War of the Devil.
In this meditation setting, the two men competed with the spirit of the soul, and the view was more powerful than being trapped in the golden circle of the Buddha and India.
He walked down the mountain, his body was light and fluttering, and the earth shook slightly as his footsteps fell.
Although the mountain at his feet collapsed, he came as a mountain.
The pressure is like a mountain.
The Luomingchuan meridian bursts in bursts, and the blood can't be stopped in the mouth. It must be soaked in the whole body, and finally can't support it and fall to the ground.
The view stood in front of him and looked down at him. Slowly put your hand on top of his head.
Among the temples, Luo Mingchuan’s face was quickly defeated, and the body that was thin and thin was so strangely rich.
The Yin Zhen has a big shock in the heart. Although they are not visible, they know that the situation is very dangerous. If you can't take care of anything else, the lake sword will go to the heart of the heart.
If you don't touch it, you will be shaken open, and the huge anti-seismic force will hurt your heart and lungs.
Yin Yin fell down under the table, only to feel the pain in the chest, a **** face.
The look was indifferent, but the eyes showed a slight invisible smile.
These two young people have good bones and their vitality is enough to make him break today.
It can be seen that he is not dead. Then the coming day will surely be repaired.
At this time, the Lihu sword on the ground shook a little, and the movement was low and weak, and even Yin Yin did not notice.
In the meditation of the world, at the foot of the watch, Luo Mingchuan, who is on the verge of death, raised his head.
He should have been weak, but he didn't know why. At this time, his eyes were cold and terrible.
Looking at the pair of eyes, I was shocked and stunned!
It is already late, his repair is quickly lost, along the palm of his hand, crazy into the body of Luo Mingchuan!
The four wild winds swelled, and the land collapsed and the mountains were turbid.
The view finally got out of the way, and after a thousand miles, he screamed and shouted, "Mo Changyuan!-"
Shen Zhoujian jumped out of the lake, and the residual image was like the wind. It was faster than his body shape, piercing the heart and nailing him to the ground.
It is also the eighth weight of the ‘Tianluo nine turn’, and it is used by others to cultivate themselves for life.
But when the two meet, they stand up.
The meditation is broken.
Yin Yin is more than a sword to support the ground, barely sit up.
I saw my eyes open, my eyes were scarlet, my mouth was bleeding, my heart was mad, "I am ridiculous! I didn't die under the Linyuan sword, who knows that I will die in the hands of the devil-"
"My brother is not the devil!"
The temple was shaken violently, and the pillars and walls began to collapse.
Luo Mingchuan still closed his eyes, and Yin Yue took him in his arms. He breathed smoothly, but he couldn't wake up, and the real yuan couldn't find his body.
The blood in the old mouth was not enough. He looked at the two people, and the breath was full, and the malicious road was full.
"You don't want him to be enchanted, but he can't go back..."
The whole golden light bursts into a broken position, and the ground of Xingshan Temple splits the gap in the road, and the temple runs wild and panic.
Yin Yue is really exhausted and seriously injured. Even though he knows that it is going to collapse, the situation is so steep that it cannot be estimated, and it is impossible to move with the unconscious Luo Mingchuan.
In the vibration and the smog of the ruined land, he guarded Luo Mingchuan and fell in the corner of the temple. For a moment, he thought that he really went to a dead end.
But the next moment, a bright sword light opened the smoke.
It’s quiet.
A clear young boy sounded, concise, "go."
