Sui Suo
The slight sound came, but it still attracted the attention of the rock.
Not far away, Yingsha stood there, motionless. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that he didn't have the courage to take a step and was scared.
His legs were trembling, making the sand squelch under his feet.
The cloak was lifted, revealing a pale face, even more like a dead person.
Fear and despair filled his heart at this moment.
That sword destroyed everything he had.
All pride collapsed under this dazzling sword.
Facing reality, the person in front of him is no longer a seemingly frail young man, but a god who stands tall and cannot be blasphemed.
That sword destroyed the faith in his heart.
A sword I had never seen before.
A moment ago, he was wandering on the edge of life and death without overestimating his abilities.
At this moment, I could only feel happy, but I was also extremely scared.
Because I am still there, still at the feet of the gods.
Destiny is not in your own hands, but under that person's sword.
So he stared at the sword in fear and despair.
Rock turned to look at him, and the sword in his hand moved.
threaten
It has to be like this, it's just a disguise as a last resort.
"Don't kill me, I don't want to die!"
Yingsha suddenly fell to his knees and begged the rock not to kill him.
How could Rock have the strength to kill him? He had no spiritual power at this moment. If Yingsha wanted to kill him, he would not need spiritual power, just a sword. But Yingsha would never think of it.
Rock looked up at Yanqi Mountain and seemed a little embarrassed. Even his steps were extremely heavy.
Another handful of Spirit-Gathering Pills were chewed like jelly beans, and the Mysterious Swallowing Technique was running even crazily.
Very hard.
While practicing, he had to pretend as if nothing had happened and continue to show off his martial arts.
The long sword was tilted in front of him, making an enigmatic look.
It's hard to pretend, but there's no other way.
Facing such an existence, one has to be on guard.
According to his heart, he wished he could lie down on the ground right now.
"I would like to follow in your footsteps..."
Just when the rock recovered its spiritual power and turned around to walk towards Yanqi Mountain, the voice of Yingsha came from behind.
The voice was not loud, but firm, as if he had made up his mind.
Maybe this is the great enlightenment.
Only after walking on the edge of life and death can you realize what you are doing.
Only then did I understand what I wanted.
I have been busy for most of my life, but achieved nothing.
Maybe it's still too late to make the decision.
It's just that he needs someone to lead him further.
And this person is Rock, and he thinks this is the noble person in his life.
Someone who can take him to heaven.
The rock paused for a moment, then slowly turned its head and looked at Yingsha, somewhat suspiciously.
What did he say, follow me!
Did you hear wrongly?
what's the situation?
Yingsha slowly raised a hand and pressed it on his chest. He looked extremely pious and knelt down on the ground.
Shi Yan's eyes narrowed, and he saw a ferocious sheep's head on the back of Ying Sha's hand pressing on his chest.
It is still bleeding, so you can imagine that this is a masterpiece that has just been completed.
This picture of a sheep is so familiar.
I am so familiar with the rock that I have to close my eyes in pain to accept it.
There was no sound for a long time.
In silence, the body lying on the ground remained motionless, waiting for the mercy of the noble man in front of him.
He was even afraid that the noble man would abandon him, so he was extremely uneasy at the moment, but he didn't dare to look up.
Rock smiled bitterly, simply dumbfounded.
Such things are simply incomprehensible.
In such a ghost place, there is actually someone who wants to be his follower.
No one would believe it if I told you.
"It's up to you! But don't follow me now, later! Let's talk about it when we have the chance! Live well and improve your cultivation. There are no weak people behind me."
Rock didn't say anything, there was no one behind him, he was alone, still running around.
You kid has been here for millions of years and you don’t even know how to follow me when you go out. It’s just a joke.
What can a coward do if he goes out? It would be better to live here for the rest of his life, at least he won't have to worry about his life.
Follow me?
Does it work?
Dare to use it?
Who can leave things to you.
Are you relieved?
So the rock didn't take it seriously, wondering if it was because he was afraid.
Maybe it's just to survive.
But people can do it, and if they have this intention, it’s already pretty good.
Give me hope!
In general, it gives people something to look forward to.
Have a reason to live.
Snapped
The half-cut scroll was thrown in front of Yingsha as a greeting gift.
Such things are waste products, which can also be considered as waste, and are given to people who have no use for them.
Without saying anything else, he turned around, picked up the magic lantern, and headed towards Yanqi Mountain.
Yingsha was so excited that he crawled forward, his piety was simply incomprehensible.
He didn't dare to get up. Although he was kneeling on the ground, the scroll thrown by the rock was opened by a gust of wind in front of him.
The sword comes out with the law
Looking at these four words, this guy suddenly seemed to understand something.
He held the scroll in his hands and his whole body was shaking, his mouth was mumbling and he didn't know what he was saying.
His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, Pu Tong fell to his knees and knocked nine times on the rock before standing up.
After putting the scroll away, he folded the sword in his hand and stabbed it out. He actually imitated the way the rock drew the sword.
It's decent, but too immature.
"One day, I will follow you."
Yingsha suddenly shouted and moved toward the rock, as if he was making an oath.
That kind of excitement can be felt even by the rock that has walked so far away.
Rock paused and did not look back, but raised his sword and shook it.
It was just a perfunctory farewell, but this farewell completely changed in Ying Sha's eyes.
He thought the rock promised his presence.
He was promised to be a follower of the Rock.
"I understand, I will definitely become stronger, and I will catch up with you."
Shadow Fiend spoke loudly again, as if in response to Rock's action of raising his sword just now.
Slap your chest loudly.
Rock staggered and almost turned around to curse, did I mean this!
I just think it’s up to you to love us.
Why!
I sighed secretly, thinking that others were also loyal.
Forget it, you won't lose anything anyway, just let him go.
Ying Sha is like a treasure, and now he has changed.
He raised his head and shattered the black cloak, straightened his back, his whole person changed drastically, his eyes were firm, and he no longer had the previous decadent state.
He glanced at the back of the rock, then at the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and ran away.
He knew that he had to work hard, otherwise he would really not be able to keep up with his progress.
What's the point of being useful anymore? If you don't want to be an outcast, you must catch up with him.
Time waits for me.
…
At the foot of Yanqi Mountain, there are thousands of swords standing on the wall, as numerous as swords and stone fragments.
There were countless monks nailed to it, lying on their sides, and without exception they all died, pierced by a sword.
Such a sword is a piece of stone, like a sword.
Wow!
The rock took a step forward, and immediately the hanging corpse seemed to wake up, shaking off the dust.
He turned around and stood in front of the rock, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the stone sword that had penetrated his body.
crunch
After passing through the rotten wood-like body, the stone sword that came out looked like it had been polished.
"Draw the sword"
Two words popped out of his hole-like mouth, hoarse and low, as if he wasn't speaking.
Rock raised his hand. There was always a sword in his hand. Can't you see it?
Obviously not, those two words stimulated his nerves.
How could it be possible to draw the sword? I didn’t want to draw the sword more and more, I wanted to throw it away.
But he had to take this sword back to the sacred mountain and ask questions in front of the cliff, otherwise he would feel uneasy.
call out
No more nonsense about rocks, just chop them with a sword, no matter how much you talk, it's useless.
when
Dust was flying on the stone sword, and the man who looked like a rotten tree had no emotion at all. He was just drawing swords back and forth.
Each sword is mediocre, but it can always block the violent attack of the rock.
That kind of perseverance has infected the rock. I sighed in my heart, and at the same time, the rhythm in my hand also quietly changed.
study
Every fight.
every enemy.
Every realization.
It may benefit you throughout your life.
The kind that I don’t have.
The kind of thing you need.
All good.
Even if it comes from enemies, even enemies.
As long as it is useful to you, you can learn it, and the future is your own.
The road of life is so short and yet so long.
To move forward, you need to learn, and to grow, you need to learn.
There is no need to overwhelm oneself with many skills, but those with high skills are bold!
die
The stone sword in the hand of the rotten wood man was getting faster and faster, as if he had entered a battle rhythm and started a state of selflessness.
He actually said the word "death", which is commendable.
There is almost no difference from before in life. The only thing is that the body seems to be unable to bear it. It drops something from time to time and looks like it is about to fall apart.
But that fighting spirit and perseverance are getting better and better.
Wow!
The rocks chopped his rotten wood-like body into pieces. This was his best destination, returning to heaven and earth.
The stone sword fell and lay in the sand.
"Draw the sword"
There was another voice in the ears of Shi Shi, who was still sighing. It was a different person, but it was still the same mummy, and he pulled out the stone sword from his body.
"Are you telling yourself to draw your sword?"
Rock shook his head, why do you always say draw the sword? Didn't you see the sword in my hand?
"It's not this sword. I feel its breath on you."
The mummy actually answered what Shi Yan wanted to know, but these words really made his heart shake and uneasy again.
If not this sword, what else could it be?
Rock smiled bitterly, must he force himself to pull out the sword?
Don’t even think about it!
If I don't want to, who can do anything to me?
But they don't care if you pull it out or not. If you shout, even if you do, they will beat you if you don't pull it out.
The stone sword was pressed against the head, swiftly and powerfully.
Rock raised his sword to meet him, and was actually brought into the opponent's rhythm, attacking with sword after sword.
But it also benefits the rock. After all, the people who come here are much stronger than the rogues.
At this moment, it's like being a sparring partner for Rock. After making progress, someone will come to consolidate and improve. Rock is happy and happy to accept it, so he plays well.
Maybe such a corpse really has a period of adaptation, and then the beating becomes faster and harder.
Rock had to keep up with this rhythm and handed out sword after sword.
