Throne of Shadows

There was blood all the way, and no one knew how many monsters there were in the underground alleyway, nor what they were originally.Dongchen only knew to move forward, swinging his sword continuously, beheading and killing.A thick fog of blood wrapped around Dongchen, decorating him like a monster.

Forward, why forward?

Dongchen seems to have forgotten.He has changed from looking for a way out to looking for prey.

What influenced him?

The death of a church clergyman?The death of the mercenaries?Or Chigurh's death?

These are not important anymore, the important thing is that Dongchen has been holding the steering wheel.

Maybe, his shallow consciousness hasn't forgotten, it's just maybe...

Live for war, die for war.

kill!

The flaming sword blade flashed with a gray light, and the lizard monster jumping on the wall was divided into two halves, from the beginning to the end, the two halves were neat.

Dongchen passed by it silently, as if he hadn't done anything at all.

The bloody corpse of the monster spewed out large and small light spots, red killing, white soul, they chased Dong Chen, submerged into his body from behind, and thickened the coat composed of blood flame and soul again.

Forward, keep going.

kill!

From bloody red to dark red, and then from dark red to jet black, Dong Chen's eyes have now turned black like lightning, radiating light all around non-stop.The black electric current swimming on the surface of his body added a bit of mystery and nobility to his original evil appearance.

"Fuhu!"

In the narrow alleyway, the sudden roar attracted Dongchen's attention, he tiptoed, and his body shot out.After a few twists and turns, what Dong Chen saw was a monk, a blind monk wearing only underpants, with hideous scars all over his body, his eyes closed, fighting a lizard monster.

The raised right hand slapped down hard, pressing the lizard monster's head to the ground, the cracked stone slab, the shattered head, the monk's ear was sideways, and Dong Chen could even see its shaking.

"The living, or the dead?"

Without speaking or answering, Dongchen smiled evilly and lowered his body, his energy shrank sharply.

"Is it a monster again? It seems that the poor monk is going to find a place to eat again." After sighing helplessly, the blind monk folded his hands together, his chest puffed up, and he opened his mouth facing Dong Chen's direction... …

The sound that resembled the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger was only stronger than that of the wolf monster before, and Dongchen even felt like he was in a coma.

If he is sober, Dongchen will definitely retreat, and he will definitely not go all out.Because it does not match his purpose, and also contradicts his theory of survival.But now, Dongchen doesn't have any reason.

Facing the blind monk, Dongchen not only didn't retreat, but rushed forward.

There is no regret with one sword, and the lonely swallow will not return.

In the depths of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, in the true understanding of the sword, a sword skill that Dongchen envied, but could not meet the requirement to perform at all, was released at this moment.

Life is just one sword, and one sword is life.

The sword skills that Dongchen imitated before, even half of them failed to meet the requirements, soared to [-]% at this moment.

The sword is still the same sword, and the person is still the same person, but there is a huge difference from before.

The momentum and swordsmanship are unified at this moment, this is the sword of lore, this is the sword of confrontation.

This sword is only for the momentary beauty.

In the past, there was a swordsman who practiced only one sword in his life, either stabbing or chopping, and finally became a lore.

This is a deceitful way, to put everything in one sword, to leave the sword without returning, to leave the sword without regret, everything blooms for this moment.

Dongchen disappeared in the blind monk's perception, only a sword remained, a sword that seemed to strike from the sky, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye, a deadly sword.

The golden steel does not move, and King Ming protects the body.

The blind monk with his hands knotted in the root mudra, his feet standing upright, and his whole body standing like a pine tree, his whole body is radiant with divine light.

A whole body is blue and blue, with a sword in his right hand and a rope in his left hand, his eyes go up and down, surrounded by flames, and the frowning Buddha statue rises from behind him.

Dongchen's sword arrived, gathering the killing spirit, the sword with the power of the soul, with a tragic and decisive meaning, pierced the monk's chest.

There was no sound, no light and shadow, and it seemed dead silent for a moment.

"Tara is wild"

The chant that suddenly resounded in the openness and silence was like the howling of wolves in the depths of the prairie and the cry of whales in the endless ocean.

The blind monk stood on the spot, Dongchen's sword pressed against his chest.Suddenly, the blind monk opened his eyes and said, "Tara Zha!"

The empty black eye sockets without eyeballs, accompanied by the inexplicable mantra chanted again, shot out endless anger and sent Dong Chen Beng flying.

"Defeated...?"

In mid-air, an unbelievable murmur stopped the blind monk from making another attack.

He slowly closed his eyes, folded his hands and walked over.

Dongchen looked up at the ceiling, and his eyes had regained their clarity.

Holding the steering wheel in front of his eyes with difficulty, Dongchen couldn't help smiling bitterly: "What's this called? Damn it, don't break this thing."

Thinking of the rags that were broken all over the ground before, and looking at the seemingly intact steering wheel in front of him, Dongchen's head grew bigger, and what made him even more depressed was the blind monk who was about to walk beside him.

Touching the hilt of the sword with his right hand, concentrating his energy, trying to gather energy, but he felt empty all over his body.

A pair of rough and powerful hands touched his face, and Dong Chen broke out in a cold sweat in shock.When he was going crazy just now, he saw with his own eyes how the monk slapped the monster to death. How could Dong Chen not be startled when such a slap hit his face.

Fumbling, from the top of the head to the face, the blind monk carefully touched Dong Chen all over like a sympathizer.

"This guy, what do you want? He won't be..."

Thinking of some bad scenarios, Dongchen's hand holding the sword became more and more vigorous. He had already planned that if something unexpected happened, he would try his best to kill the blind monk in front of him and leave him with a sword. mark.

However, looking at the burns, sword wounds, and gunshot wounds on the monk's body nearby, Dongchen doubted whether he would leave any marks if he struck with his sword. After all, this damn monk has too many marks on his body.

The monk is still touching, this time not only his head, but also his body.Chest, arms, hands, legs, feet, if the monk hadn't put his hands between his legs, Dong Chen's sword would have struck out long ago.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Dongchen couldn't help it, because the blind monk took off his shoes.

Ripping off the socks, the blind monk gave a rough hand: "Are you a man, a woman, or neither?"

Guanghua white tender feet, delicate and exquisite, warm as jade in the touch, no wonder the monk asked such a weird question.

Dongchen glared at the blind monk angrily, his face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to black again, the monk's words hit his deadly spot.

From childhood to adulthood, the only outstanding feature of Dongchen's body was his feet, a pair of feet that were more feminine than a woman's. For this reason, he was often ridiculed.He was molested by Christina Haodun during the last inspection, and now he is mentioned again by the monk, how can he not be angry.

"You are the woman, and your whole family is a shemale. I am a man, the man with handles..."

A flash of sword light flashed, and the blind monk who clamped the sharp sword between two fingers nodded: "I believe it."

"You die for me!"

His vitals were attacked, Dongchen roared angrily and flew his feet, his weak body swayed sideways, and kicked towards the monk's face.

When you are crazy, you are not an opponent, and when you are weak, you are even more useless.

The blind monk casually lifted one of Dong Chen's feet and stood up. He raised his empty right hand in front of his chest: "Don't be angry, the poor monk. You are destined to be a poor monk."