After the first, second, and thirteen people, there are now fourteen, fifteen, sixteen... three hundred and eighty-five people!
Even if he only made one move, even if he just pointed one finger, even if he killed thirteen people instantly with one finger, they still flocked to him, just because the Heart of Bodhidharma was in his hand, just because The heart of Bodhidharma is close at hand.
A weapon that can subvert the world is so attractive...
In the blink of an eye, countless people from all walks of life have surrounded a person, and all of them are hesitant and all are scrambling to be the first.
A hand gently pressed out a palm, using an extremely soft, extremely beautiful, but seemingly ordinary gesture to press out a palm!
Then there was a wonderful scene!
The wind suddenly stopped, the wind was stilled, and the people suddenly became still. This silence must have only lasted for an instant, and then dozens of people within a radius of ten feet flew out.
With a wave of his palm, the person stood up, streaked across the sky, and dozens of blood lines were swept up, and the blood filled the air.
With extremely soft, extremely beautiful, and extremely simple gestures, he used a palm that contained all the magic and power in the world. Just one palm had killed dozens of people.
People have fallen, but blood is still flying.
Whoosh!
In a blast of powerful roars that broke through the sky, countless hidden weapons struck at him, reflecting the sunset, flashing with cold light, as fast as the wind, and like thousands of stars.
But it’s just one finger, the index finger!
The force of his fingers flew through the air, but it was faster than the wind, sharper than a knife, and more concealed than a concealed weapon; in the interplay of gold and iron, the stars flickered, and suddenly they were chaotic like rain, and silver rain fell like flowers... …
He glanced randomly and saw a blade of light coming towards him. He raised his hand and struck straight at it with just a few fingers.
Using the edge of the palm against the blade, the palm of the hand broke into the sword light before the sword light arrived, and then the sword light flashed and split into two.
This palm split the light of the sword, split the edge of the sword, and even the person was cut into two.
The blood flew up, and the mist-like blood energy captivated countless pairs of eyes... However, before the blood mist dispersed, he waved his hand and strangled the heads of seven more people.
The head is flying, and the flying head is still staring with eyes that are confused, a little at a loss, and don't know what to do.
Death, death, death, death, in three breaths, more than a hundred people...
What kind of person is this?
He never said a word, as if he didn't bother to speak. He didn't even look at them, because as long as that gentle glance came over, his consciousness suddenly stopped.
Among the crowd, there were famous martial arts figures and strong men in the world, such as the leader of the Luo Mu Sect and the elders of the Longshan Sect. But no matter who was in his palm, they were like weak children. With just one finger and one palm, One chop, one blow, one glance and someone lost their life.
He raised his feet and spun around, his palm skills were fluttering and his palm shadows were heavy. Everyone didn't even see him, but he was beaten and flew around, and there was no sound anymore.
He died quietly, without any warning.
If anything can be seen, it is only the very light and indifferent eyes.
It was clear that Bodhidharma's heart was in his hands, but no one could touch it or touch it.
The original 385 original people were no longer alive. Some people could not understand how they died until they died. Their heads flew in the air, but their bodies still stood still, looking at the clothes, shoes and figure. Then realize the sudden stop.
It didn't take long, but within a moment, the long street was covered with corpses.
Finally, human greed was replaced by the most primitive fear.
Some people are afraid. They would rather live without the "Heart of Bodhidharma". Even though they cannot be famous in the world, cannot be powerful, cannot dominate the martial arts world, they just want to live, but death comes too quickly. Before Nian could move, he saw those eyes and pointed at the falling palm...
The sun sets on the top of the mountain, and the bright moon rises slowly. The moonlight is like water, and there are people under the moon, only one person!
After an hour, only half an hour, only one person was left.
The moonlight fell on his body, the breeze danced gently, the silver threads were flowing, and the clouds were unstained; his clothes were still as new, and his hands had no blood, and Bodhidharma's heart was still in his hands, but the hundred-foot radius was already there. a piece of red
, there are countless corpses lying on the ground.
This place is already a miserable place of death!
There is no one alive but him.
Suddenly, a sound of huqin came from the wind, which was both desolate and sad...
A man slowly walked out of the darkness, with a sad face and eyes full of sorrow.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, Wuming looked at him and said in a deep voice, "Why did you do this?"
It’s not questioning, it’s inexplicable grief!
Xuanyuan looked at him and sighed: "Is it difficult to understand this kind of thing?"
Wuming was silent, and then continued: "But you obviously don't have to do this. If you want to leave, no one can stop you."
Ranyi chuckled and said, "But why should I leave?"
Wuming fell silent again. After being silent for a while, he spoke again: "You take their lives too lightly. They also have relatives and close friends. If you kill them today, tomorrow their relatives and friends will be dead." Your friends will seek revenge on you, and if you do so, the killing will never stop."
He nodded casually and said, "So this is a place where people chase fame and fortune and treat human life as child's play."
Wuming looked at the Heart of Bodhidharma in his hand and said quietly: "More than a thousand people have died, but as long as that thing is still in your hands, people will still come to you."
Ranyi said calmly: "But I don't care."
Wuming said solemnly: "You can leave it to me, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble in the future."
Ranyi smiled slightly and said: "I have lived for a long time, and I don't know how long I can live. I have a lot of time, and I am very leisurely."
Wuming said as if pleading: "You really can't leave it to me?"
Randomly shook his head and sighed: "Unless you can beat me, you can't get it, but you can't do this yet!"
It obviously sounded like a very complacent statement, but there was no joy on that person's face, and Wuming didn't see any contentment. Instead, he seemed helpless, regretful, and regretful...
Wuming looked at him deeply and asked suddenly: "Have you ever heard of a three-line poem?"
Ran Ran asked in surprise: "Three short poems?"
Wuming softly chanted: "'The beautiful pink lady in the city is flawless, and the beautiful beauty moves the heavenly beings." This is the first sentence, "I am so melancholy when I don't see Ziqi, and I often think of Boya." This is the second sentence, "All living beings hold their heads high, All heroes in the world bow their heads." This is the last sentence! "
Xuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."
Wuming said no more, turned around and left. The person slowly left and disappeared into the darkness...
When he walked back to the gate of Ren's mansion, Yao Yue was staring at him and said, "Those three lines of poetry should be about your sword, your sword, and you."
He nodded arbitrarily and said: "It should be Xian Yin, Miao Yun and me, that's right!"
Huanwan smiled sweetly and said, "But Ren Lang didn't tell him that the three things he was looking for were actually right in front of him."
Randomly smiled and said, "He asked me if I had heard of it, and I indeed hadn't heard of it."
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