The Divine Martial Stars

"Like a slot..."

Li Mu was frustrated by the continuous killing of the opponent.

Obviously, the strength and speed of the mysterious swordsman is not much different from that of Li Mu. In this case, the opponent's extreme brilliance is almost under the art-like tactics. Li Mu's disadvantages in combat experience and techniques are infinitely magnified.

The sky is like a fireworks, such as mercury and diarrhea.

Li Mu had a feeling of avoiding inevitable.

Fortunately, Li Mu has a big advantage -

Thick skin!

At the crucial moment, he bowed his head, clasped his hands over his head, and curled up like a tortoise shell, then retreated at full speed.

Puff puff!

Just like the rain and the defeated leather, a series of strange sounds sounded.

At this moment, there was a heavy muffled sound between Li Mu’s arm and chest and back. This is the feeling of the blade being stabbed in the body. Each hit has a six-seven kilogram impact, as if it is continuous. Like the hammer hit, Li Mu’s figure was also blown out.

"stop and stop... first stop, have something to say."

Li Mu withdrew from the cover of the sword and shouted.

Although he wants to play against this mysterious swordsman, it does not mean that he likes to be abused.

And this buddy is too unconcerned, he is just to do a good thing, and he still has the same purpose, even without asking the indiscriminate sneak attack... This is a bit unreasonable.

"Is you? Master Chuldan?"

An equally unexpected sound sounded.

The swords of the sky dissipated.

Li Mu immediately heard who the speaker was.

No way, such a good voice, the recognition is really too high.

He looked up and saw that the white woman wearing a veil hat was slim, like a fairy, wearing a white women's swordsman's suit, in the hall of the brightly lit cups, the plains were like a pile of bright snow. It seems to be reflecting the brilliance of the lights, and the edge has a white aperture.

"It's you?"

Li Mu cooperated with such an exclamation.

Then, he looked down at his arm and chest and abdomen, the clothes were punctured, and the sturdy ice sword shattered the piece of cloth, hanging on Li Mu’s body, revealing the white jade below. The knife sharpens the muscles of the general block.

Li Mu is still very proud of his body shape and muscles.

Since the first practice of [Zhen Wuquan], his figure has long been dressed in a thin and undressed type of meat, but the problem now is that, in addition to muscle, his chest and back arms are covered. There are a lot of scratches that are not suitable for large and small, like the ones that were deliberately drawn out with a knife. The blood of the silk has come out of the scratches.

"Amitabha, female donor, you and I have a good relationship. Why do you meet now, then kill?"

Li Mu regained the stupid look of the little monk.

Goodness? !

On the brain under the veil of the white woman, a black line emerges immediately.

When, eating a bowl of noodles on the noodle stalls is also a fate. In this case, if it is not from the stupid little monk's mouth, she is afraid that she will immediately go away.

"Is it not? We have helped people together." Li Mudao.

In fact, his heart is extremely shocked.

Tonight, at the plain noodle of Cai’s mother-in-law, he can see that the strength of this white woman is not bad. But did not think that it is strong enough.

To know Li Mu’s physical strength today, it can be said that it has reached the extreme of the world’s refining body. The guns and swords will not be damaged, but the sword in the white woman’s hand is just an ordinary steel sword. However, under the urging of her swordsmanship, she can break through his skin membrane and penetrate into the muscles...

Well, it seems that the power of the martial arts in this world cannot be underestimated.

Li Mu said that his body was slightly shocked, and all the rags on his body were shaken open, revealing a strong and perfect upper body naked body.

"You..." The woman in white whispered, and there was such a fleeting fluster in her tone: "What do you do for the little monk, don't wear clothes." She is a woman after all, and she is still a woman of status and honor. When the opposite **** is in front of her, she is so naked.

Li Mu didn't have a good spirit: "Amitabha has a Buddha, and the little clothes are all smashed into pieces by the female donor. How can I wear it? I can't hang it on my body." This is his well-designed clothes, Taibai County. Limited edition of the feed.

At the same time, Li Mu felt that there was a hint of coldness in the wounds in his body. It seemed that the demon penetrated the muscles and infiltrated into the bone marrow of the blood vessels.

This should be the chill of the white women's swordsmanship.

At the entrance of the manor, those who are splashing the skin are insulted by the cold, invading the body from the wound, and then directly freezing them into ice cube zombies, which shows the terrible smell of this frost.

"And, the female donor, you take a closer look, the little scorpion is under your body, and you are smashed into a sieve, and there is ice and cold gas, drilling in the wound... Auntie, I am frozen." Looking at the sword marks on his body, he trembled deliberately, and he was aggrieved.

It is conceivable that at this time, the face under the veil of the white woman should have a sly look.

She instinctively explained: "I thought you were a reinforcement in the three horses."

Before the death of Ma San, he said that his reinforcements had arrived. It was just at this time that Li Muru’s emergency power was rushing, and there was no fluctuation in internal gas. Like the group of dead skins, the white woman directly shot. misunderstanding.

"Amitabha, the female donor, you can see it clearly." Li Mu is still a grievance, saying: "If I am not strong enough, have you become a soul under the sword? Amitabha, the female donor is doing things, so Mao’s must have been mentally inadequate, and almost made a big mistake. Amitabha, the female donor, can’t be resurrected, and more attention needs to be paid in the future.”

The woman in white is speechless.

She did not think that her status was actually taught by a foolish little monk.

But just this little monk said it was quite right.

"How come you come here?" The white women's skills are very hard to open the subject.

Li Mudao: "Amitabha, when it comes to this matter, then it is a long story. It is like this. Ma San sent people to murder Cai’s grandparents and was discovered by Xiaoxi, so he took disciplinary action and then called one called Huang. Courageously, bring back the words, come tonight to surpass Ma San..."

He said everything that happened in the slums of the river, carefully.

The white woman heard the words, and she could not help but be afraid for a while.

This group of psychedelic, the work has turned to the point of such unscrupulous and mad.

Tonight, she was delayed by a few other things for a few other things. Later, she came to eradicate Ma’s splash. I didn’t expect that there was such a thing happening behind it. Wouldn’t it be because I’m rushing to get the gold? Almost, it caused the death of Cai’s grandparents and grandchildren. If no such little monk happened to meet...

Well, no, there are so many things happening.

The white woman was originally a very intelligent person, and suddenly reacted. The little monk who came from this law was afraid that it was not really in the slums, but it was secretly guarded and kept waiting.

In other words, this little monk has already expected everything.

If there is no such thing as to erase Ma San et al tonight, the little monk will come to display the Thunder, and he can really do it with the strength of the little monk just broke out.

The little monk did not seem to be stupid on the surface.

"The little monk killed someone?" The white woman said: "Are you not a monk? Love the moth lamp cover, sweeping the ground and cherishing the ants, even killing?" When the contact was on the booth, the little monk was stupid. She couldn't believe it. Such a stupid little monk actually killed a few splashes.

"Amitabha, the female donor said this, the little sister is not killing."

The woman in white is not a man of many words, and her curiosity is not strong. But at this moment, she knows that this little monk is a nonsense, but she still said: "Is not killing, is it not saving people?"

"Be good and good, the female donor is really extraordinary. It is good. Xiaoxuan is saving people. My master is the master of Mozhi. It is the wise man in the Dashan Temple in Xueshan. The Tujia National Teacher... He has taught many times. Xiao Yan, can't bear it, no need to bear it anymore, my Buddha is compassionate and punishes evil. The Buddha has a bodhisattva heart and a thunderous means. The so-called swearing is not a swearing, killing a living as a nursing student..." Li Mu squatted here and pulled a few After a lot of fallacies, it is natural to say: "So, Xiao Yan is not killing people, but is saving people. He is sinning, swearing for their sins, surpassing their karma and letting them go to the Western Heavenly Bliss World. It is a great compassion and compassion."

The white woman looked at Li Mu’s face in a sincere manner and paused. “I understand.”

"What does the female donor understand?"

"I finally understand that your first law number is called nonsense, not Chelsea." In her tone, there is a feeling of ridicule, what kind of wise man is, will give the apprentice a 'crack" Is the law number of ', 'chaos come', or is this little monk itself nonsense?

"Amitabha, Xiaoyan's first law number is very nonsense, because the teacher thinks that Xiaoxi is a swearword, often saying some useless nonsense," Li Mu began to perform again, and sneaked: "But Xiaoyan doesn't think so." Ah, every word that comes out must have its meaning. When many people talk, they always say it is unclear. If you understand it carefully, there will be many ambiguities. For example, many Buddhist classics, the Buddha’s passed down. Xiaoxuan seems that the Buddhist Buddhism contained in each of the scriptures must be unique, but different monks can derive countless different Buddhism based on the same Buddha's scriptures. This is because the Buddha elaborated the scriptures. The words of righteousness are not clear enough, not careful enough, too much to say, so that there is a lot of ambiguity..."

"Stop!" The white woman shouted directly.

This little monk is simply too nonsense.

She has a sense of madness in which dozens of flies flutter in the ear.

"Poppy is dead, this is a matter, the little monk, there will be a period." She did not want to continue to stay with this little monk, her mood is already well honed, but this stupidity is together, There is always an impulse to endure a stagnation.

"Wait a minute, female donor, you have forgotten a very important thing." Li Mu quickly waved.

The woman in white stopped and said, "What is it?"