Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 256 255. Beauty
Old Robert walked towards the mountain gate of Xianfeng Temple. He had already put on his helmet and visor again, and carried his huge thing that looked more like a sword used for ceremonies than a sword used on the battlefield.

Wei Ming wanted to see how he swung the sword very much, so he slowed down his light steps and followed behind the Nanman warrior.

Within 10 minutes of walking together, the two saw the wide open mountain gate and the mountain road leading up the mountain.

There is nothing surprising about the mountain gate, and the mountain road is also ordinary.

But when there is a bloody red stream flowing down the winding mountain road, the scene is a bit different.

Old Robert lifted his iron boots, only to realize that the blood-red liquid had flowed to where he was standing.

Wei Ming on the side laughed wholeheartedly.

"So much blood, let's say less than a dozen people."

One of them was killed from the European battlefield, and the other was once fought against the inner government in the war of stealing the country.

The two of them didn't seem too surprised by the blood of just a dozen people.

Walking up the stream of blood, as expected, I saw a messy battlefield.

But at this time, the two veterans in the battlefield, who had been calm just now, couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Wei Mingyi was very familiar with the bleeding caused by the air blade, but he never thought that the blood flowing in the human body would look so beautiful after being cut and taken out by the air blade.

The bright red blood was sprinkled freely on the green grass and brown tree trunks.

The fallen leaves of the maple float and wander on the bloodstream.

The corpses of the monks were not ferocious, most of them were taken away with a single knife, so now they are scattered in various places on the mountain road.

Quiet, calm. This scene after the killing actually makes people feel a deadly beauty.

Lan En is not a pervert, he will deliberately pursue the atmosphere of the killing scene.

But when he did it, it seemed that this effect was achieved naturally.

The general superb artistic accomplishment of the Emperor's Children did not make his singing voice more pleasant, but it seemed to have played a role in other aspects.

Wei Ming tapped lightly with her fingers resting on the hilt of the sword.

""Picture of Hell and Paradise"? Tsk, it's really bluffing."

But old Robert only stopped watching after the initial shock.Instead, he walked to the edge of a tree root with rather heavy steps.

Among the piles of small windmills stuck in the roots of the tree, a petite skull stands out.

And looking in through the hole where the small skull was dug out, you can still see many small bones protruding from the soil.

The old man with the face of the Tengu walked up to the stiff half-kneeling back of the Nanman warrior, his tone calm and cold.It's like seeing too much.

"It's clear at a glance whether it's true or not."

Old Robert didn't speak, or maybe he couldn't.

It's just that the tall and powerful body is shrinking and trembling more and more when viewed from the back.

It was he himself who sent his son here.

Wei Ming watched behind him intently, seeing that his trembling was getting bigger and bigger, and even the armor all over his body began to tremble and vibrate.

But when the trembling reached its peak, he suddenly stabilized.

At the same time, Wei Ming's one-eyed eyes under the mask slightly narrowed.

The atmosphere is different.

For a warrior, a miserable heart will forge a terrible sword.

Without another word, old Robert calmly propped up his body with his giant sword, and walked deeper into the Xianfeng Temple.

It didn't matter that the monks played him for a fool.

It's not important to let him work for nothing.

However, the son he sent for treatment was used as an experimental material.
Now, it's time for him to collect the debt.
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Now that Lan En has drawn his knife and chopped people down, he is not ready to stop.

The dozen or so monks on the mountain path survived under his blade for less than 5 minutes, thanks to the "Xianfeng Temple Boxing Technique" that made their bodies flexible and light, and they were very skillful in tossing and turning.

"Stab!"

Lane pulled the knife out of a monk's collarbone.

This guy is similar to a monk on the mountain road, he has made himself stupid by cultivating the immortal body.

Clenching his fists, he even took the initiative to attack Lan En. Lan En just blocked it twice with [Deng Carp] just right, and his own posture completely collapsed.

When the muscle strength could not be integrated and the center of gravity could not be stabilized, he could only watch helplessly as Lan En stabbed the long knife vertically into his collarbone and directly into his viscera in that second.

The demon hunter's expression was flat. When he drew the knife, he twisted the handle ninety degrees.

The blood sprayed out from this has been sprinkled on the face of the seated Buddha in the main hall.

After this side hall, there are many halls of Xianfeng Temple.

When the temple is still normal, people will pay a brief visit here first, and then go up the mountain along the way, worshiping many halls and many Buddha statues one by one.

Finally, in the famous Lianhuawangyuan, which is divided by 33 pillars and enshrines a thousand Avalokitesvara statues, you can listen to the sermons of the Master Xianfeng and enjoy blessings.

Three members of Xianfeng Temple have been lying down in this side hall, because the Dharma has been abandoned, and there are many grasshoppers with big heads jumping around in the side hall that has not been cleaned for a long time, eating the ignorant flesh and blood that collapsed on the ground .

The blood-stained Buddha statue hung with spider silk still looked down at everyone in the side hall with that compassionate smile.

A Taro soldier wearing a monk's lower garment and holding a big stick was swallowing at this moment, staring at Lan En who was approaching him with wide eyes.

"Don't come here! Don't even if you are so fierce, I won't let you hurt the one in the temple. Wow!"

Before he finished speaking, he was like a baseball player who wanted to hit a home run. He focused all his strength on a bat and slammed it towards Lan En.

Lan En tapped lightly with the knife that looked like a toothpick, and this reckless swing was completely deflected by [Deng Li].

Taro Bing even put his body weight on him, and he couldn't even stop the car by himself.

After the crooked fall, he slammed directly into the wall, Lan En pressed on the back of his head and increased his strength.

With a bang, the tall and fat Roshan fell down in a daze.

Lan En landed lightly.

Taro Bing was more than [-] meters tall, and he had to jump up if he wanted to hit the back of his head.

But now his [Light Body Art], even if he wears this high-level bear school armor, he won't fall heavily to the ground.

Lan En walked back to the seated Buddha statue after dealing with this silly but not bad-hearted Taro Bing.

Not to pay homage to the Buddha, but to a contemporary 'Buddha'.

A 'monk' who mummified himself.

Sitting cross-legged, they are skinny, less than one meter tall. No, it should be said that the decayed old man is sitting on the futon in front of the seated Buddha.

There were no moist and full eyeballs in his eyes.

This organ has been completely consumed in the process of cultivating the Instant Buddha.

The skin, as dry as parchment, has been damaged, the muscle fibers like hemp rope are exposed, and the monk's robe is also tattered.

But in Lan En's feeling, the vitality of this body Buddha is so strong that it is a little scary.

But that's not the vitality that belongs to a person, look at the flow of heat on his body. It's more like the movement of centipedes in his body.

"A body completely supported by centipedes"

Lan En curled his lips, took out a bottle of cloudy and heavy sword oil from the alchemy pouch on his back waist, and applied it to the sword.

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