His sight became dim.
Night gradually eroded his sight, and he saw that the clouds were gray, the snow was gray and the Yanbailou was gray.
There was a flash of thunder in my mind.
He came back to life.
Yanbailou is not dead!
The darkness covered his eyes, and in an instant, he saw the brilliance of the Yanbailou figure gathered from all sides, and the dazzling luster condensed again.
Luo Changfeng clenched his fists impressively
The lotus flower with thirty-six petals held him back from falling, and he stopped falling.
He got up again.
Stand in vain
Holding a knife in his hand
Magic second butcher knife!
Chapter ninety-one Yan out (in)
Luo Changfeng holds a butcher knife in the sky.
The snow hit his face, and his hair curled freely, and his eyes generate showed a sharp red knife.
He stared at the distant figure of a dragon robe with a flaming luster.
As full of ShaQi eyes don’t look like half a foot into the ghost door seriously hanging to death.
The butcher’s knife sends out a strong blood gas, which fills the air around his arm and then rolls away. It’s like walking out of a bad star in hell, and there are countless murders in the blood gas around him crying endlessly.
The blood gas vision in the depths of this day scared the people in Bailoumen!
……
"How could he be like this?" Driving the nine-headed giant bird away from the bloody battlefield, the river was full of buildings, and I couldn’t help but frown when I saw Luo Changfeng holding the knife.
"You might as well ask how the knife is handled." The new owner of the magic door, who is covered with a wide black robe, felt a little afraid of the breath emitted by the butcher’s knife, and he said coldly
"Hospital butcher knife?" Doubts about jiangmanlou
"Do you know the origin of the butcher knife?" Chongyang rhetorical question
"It is said that bodhi old zu got it from an ascetic monk, who put a butcher’s knife and became a Buddha!"
It’s no longer a secret that there is a hospital butcher knife in the hospital. It’s not surprising that Jiang Manlou was born in the art gate, and the first family in Tiantian was quite proficient in magic casting and was once a student of the hospital who knew the origin of butcher knife.
"It is well known that putting a butcher’s knife into a Buddha! But what about the butcher? "
Chongyang fell silent in the middle of the words.
It’s not because of his reticent style, but because he needs to say more.
What should a butcher do?
He believes that everyone can guess the ending of this revenge story, whether it’s Jiang Manlou or Junze Jade.
That must be a sad ending …
Slaughter knife means killing knife.
Ordinary knife-slayers are just self-possessed by law and end up in a field of dehumanization or indiscriminate killing, because they don’t know how to restrain or suppress the evil nature.
It can be imagined that if the Buddhist monk’s brother holds a killing knife and controls the Buddha’s nature, the butcher’s knife is too heavy.
What’s more, the ascetic monk who put the butcher’s knife in the first place has the nature of becoming a Buddha! If Buddhism is as deep as a vast sea, then the magic of the butcher’s knife will be as high as a mountain!
Luo Changfeng, for example?
A teenager who avenged his blood feud at the age of thirteen.
A man who kills Yanbailou at this moment and is eager to devote himself to poverty.
He didn’t restrain the butcher knife’s blood and gas as Buddhism did.
He doesn’t even have the normal mind of ordinary people.
He’s not as good as the master. He’s been cultivating Dao for a long time.
Exactly what the butcher knife meant.
When he held the knife, it was like a smoke and a sea knife, and the butcher’s knife became one, and the surging blood rushed all over the sky, stabbing all beings in the sky as if it were nine days away.
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The commander of the war station, Jun Zeyu, who besieged Julian Waghann with 500,000 yuan, personally beat drums.
Harmony between piano and pipa
Dance music seems to have entered the end, which is tragic and desolate.
Come to Yan Bailou to laugh in the sky.
The male main ant of Dayan Empire, who ruled the palm of his hand, generally looked at Luo Changfeng, who did not hesitate to be eroded by the butcher’s knife. He suddenly felt a little pity for each other.
"Do you want to kill?" Yanbailou said with pity.
"You all want to kill!"
"It’s a pity that you seem to forget where you are."
"Here is the big swallow! It is the imperial capital! "
"It’s windy and snowy here in March! At this moment, we see that mountains and rivers are destined to become galactic glaciers in the next decade or a hundred years! "
"And this emperor will be a vast snow and silver city!"
Yanbailou suddenly smiled.
Is it an open-minded smile or a smile?
As if through that crack in the sky torn by the knife, he saw another wider world.
So he was filled with emotion.
"It’s not the cause and effect of Cher’s three-step robbery, but the price of going to heaven!"
