Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 40 The Boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness
Violent earthquakes spread throughout the ancient city of Minyue. No one could resist the power of heaven and earth. The team of Tiandihui was also cut in two by the rolling boulders. The monster monk Keba showed serious tattoos, walking on the ground like walking on the ground. Come.

"Ma Ning'er, where do you want to go?"

Keba's voice was eerie, and the martial arts practitioners stepped forward to try to stop him, but his single palm was like a knife, easily slashed across the throat, severed the artery and died.

The demon monk is in a very strange state, he is clasping his hands together, and there seems to be a thick tapeworm wriggling in the tattoo on his chest, winding through the flesh and blood and drilling towards the heart.The great pain made his eyes shine, as if he saw the gods and Buddhas of the gods appearing in front of him, and the supreme joy and freedom surged in his body.

Seeing the momentum, the Jagged Boys moved forward, and the combination of swords and shields turned into a rotating knife array, attacking Keba back and forth.

Before the saber formation could reach him, the demon monk Keba withstood the siege of ten people with both hands, and the chiseled people behind him had already rushed in like a tide, taking the opportunity to sneak into the broken army formation, causing even greater casualties.

"The Jagged Boys retreat!"

At the critical moment, Chen Jinnan finally came from afar, and the epee slashed through the air and cut through several people, and then penetrated deeply into the ground.

The pace was chaotic, the crowd was crowded, and the screams were overwhelming. Ma Ning'er lay on the ground, hovering on the verge of coma.

Outsiders could only hear the sound of the demon monk's chanting, and the martial arts people couldn't hear what he was chanting, but Ma Ning'er felt like the bell was ringing in his ears, and the absurd scriptures were repeatedly repeated in his ears , tortured his mind.

He knew very well that Keba must have done something to him when he was refining Poison Man, so that only he could feel these abnormalities, so that the monsters in the mountain were so thirsty for his flesh and blood.

In his blurred vision, the power is slowly passing away, and the sound of the scriptures has already destroyed his mind, causing everything he sees to change. The moment Ma Ning'er closed his eyes, he felt as if he saw the blue sky, Bai Yun saw the main hall and the grand occasion of bustling crowds wanting to enter the South Shaolin.

He saw Zen master Zhishan agreeing to take him in, and he saw Hong Xiguan, a young man with a horny head, and other brothers standing in the front row. They seemed to be shining, which made him, a dark-minded villain, feel ashamed.

He restrained his bad habits of gambling and lust, got up early every day, went to work every day, and joined the ranks of lay disciples to fight hard one after another. He also tried to show their smiling faces, imitate their jokes, and tried his best to hide what kind of person you are.

For a while, Ma Ning'er forgot that home in Guangxi that looked like a slaughterhouse, that devoid of conscience father, that life in the past where he gritted his teeth fiercely—he began to think that maybe he was such a good person, and he should be. nice guy.

"Hold on, don't let go!"

Hong Xiguan's voice suddenly sounded, and Ma Ning'er couldn't open his eyes in a daze.

By the way, some of their senior brothers wanted to cross the gable and go down the mountain to drink without telling the master. Grab it quickly and flip it out.

Ma Ning'er climbed onto the edge of the wall and was about to use all his strength to reach it.

But before he could hold on firmly, the wall collapsed.

Across the wall is the former martial arts resort of Southern Shaolin, now blocked by wooden sheds, the old wooden man alley.

The blood mist drifted away again.In the first seat of the Discipline Academy, the big man who was originally like a Dharma protector was paralyzed, and the disciples chasing after him scattered, and the presiding officer and eminent monks hesitated.From that day on, he also completely fell into the eight cold and eight hot hells, and fell from a Shaolin disciple to a handyman who no one cares about.

"Brother Hong, save me!"

The cry for help, like waking up from a nightmare, was what Ma Ninger wanted to say thousands of times. He believed that Hong Xiguan had the ability to save himself, and only he had the ability to save himself. Come save him.

Hong Xiguan's young face was full of astonishment, everything slowly shattered as he opened his eyes and his illusions, Hong Xiguan's face in his eyes became more and more serious, until he saw those star eyes that pierced his heart.

The blue sky, white clouds, the hall, and the images of lay disciples also slowly shattered, and the illusion of self-protection produced by the extreme pain finally dissipated, turning into cold mountains, thick fog, deserted cities, and fearful martial artists.

"Grab the gun!"

Pain and struggle flashed in Hong Xiguan's eyes, and he suppressed his emotions with strong willpower, and continued to speak concisely without showing any emotion.

Ma Ning'er's eyes froze suddenly, only then did she realize what she had just shouted.

He saw the hand that he stretched out subconsciously, but he no longer had the coarse cloth monk robe and sweaty skin, but a hideous deformed, unrecognizable terrifying body. What never changed was his own scars.

That was his own fantasy, and he had no regrets about everything that left him, even his father who was keen to torture him had nothing to do with it.But only Hong Xiguan, the companion who once reached out to him, the hero who made him yearn for, once made him think that he was worthy of being a hero.

Never forgive.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ma Ning'er scratched her face with her hands again, and her nails scratched her skin deeply. The great pain temporarily suppressed the pain in her brain. She stood up from the ground and screamed, overturning the martial arts practitioners next to her.

"Officer Hong Xi! I don't need your pity!!!"

Ma Ning'er screamed up to the sky and pushed Hong Xiguan away, stared at the location of the demon monk Keba with his only remaining eye, and poured fuel of hatred and rage into the furnace called distortion again, and rushed out without hesitation.

The consciousness in the brain has been destroyed by the sound of chanting sutras, and the chisel-toothed people also rushed in like a tide. Ma Ning'er ran wildly against the tide, and all the tantric martial arts brought about by the mandala empowerment were completely forgotten.

Ma Ninger's deformed hands and feet were used at will, which was the basic martial arts practiced countless times in the South Shaolin Temple in the middle of the night, those kung fu that even the handyman didn't need to hide.

Shaolin Changquan, Luohanquan, Plum Blossom Fist, Paohammer Fist, and Taizu Fist's moves all emerged in his eye that was blinded and blinded. With the four arms waving, he did not expect to abandon The martial arts that are as small as a knife have long been integrated into the bones, and now they are accompanied by him fighting with the Chiseltooth People.

"Ma Ning'er, I didn't expect that you are not only a Shaolin traitor, but also want to be a traitor to our sect."

The demon monk Ke Bajie looked at him with a smile, "You said you want glory and wealth, but I have already given you glory and wealth, yet you are still not satisfied!"

The fangs of the Chisel People bit Ma Ning'er's skin, poisonous blood flowed down, and more tapeworms entangled him, dancing wildly with his struggle.

The blood loss made his hallucinations worse, and polka dots and patterns appeared in the only remaining eye, and waves of dizziness hit him, but in the blinded eye, he saw something that he hadn't seen for a long time.

He dreamed of wooden figures, many wooden figures.

He dreamed that he was beating a wooden man who was like gold and iron, and his brothers and sisters broke through the barrier together behind him. They cheered for him and conspired for him. The method is like flowing clouds and flowing water, fast and slow at will, calm and calm, and will drive back all the wooden figures blocking the way.

In front of him, the last ordinary wooden door appeared.After stepping through that wooden door, he can become a lay disciple who has truly come out of the mountains, walking the rivers and lakes in the name of Southern Shaolin and fighting for righteousness.Everyone wants prosperity and wealth, and he also wants to stand in the rivers and lakes, and he wants to come by himself confidently!
He stood vigorously in front of the mountain gate, using the posture of Arhat Fist, and slapped the door fiercely with the posture of holding flowers and leaves, as if he could shatter all the darkness and unhappiness, and slapped the thunder of the bell and cauldron to start again...

Besieged by chiseled people, Ma Ning'er, who was blind, rushed to the monster monk Keba, and finally lost all his strength. His four festered and deformed arms acted as if they were pushing a door, and stood motionless.

The demon monk Keba's hand had pierced his chest at some point, and it was impossible for Ma Ning'er, who was blind, to see it.

Keba took out Ma Ninger's beating twisted heart, let the poisonous blood pour on the ground, put him into a human bone Gabala bowl, and chanted the most vicious and bizarre scriptures in the Tianbei Iron Tower, singing and turning around The 32 phases of the holy king of the wheel, and the six-tusk white elephant that can transcend the sea of ​​suffering.The Indra Goboka worm in his body suddenly transformed, and a terrifying brown-yellow fang protruded from his chest!
The earth vibrated crazily, as if responding to the wild laughter of the demon monk Keba!

(End of this chapter)