Fix your sister's fairy

Mo is also killing.

In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, he is hungry for a beautiful chieftain and thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma is all in killing.

In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised.

The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather.

There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp,

gallop around the world, only boasting about swords and guns.

If you want to find this kind of now, you will fish for the moon shadow in vain.

Mo Yi wielded the bloody sword, corpses were everywhere he passed, countless qi and blood turned into blood beads and submerged into his body, he no longer ran away with a "zero, zero, zero" smell, he began to kill, killing people just for the sake of killing.

Countless monks ran and fled, screaming in anger and fear, like a flock of sheep surrounding a wolf, the wolf will be panicked, but when it calms down, it will be a feast.

Now that Mo Yi has calmed down, the feast has begun.

"Beixu is famous, three thousand Buddha swords are in Liqiu!" There was a loud shout from the sky, and a little novice wearing a golden robe fell from the sky with a scimitar in his hand, and cut off Mo Yixiang's head.

Mo Yi pushed the blood sword blood light to the sky and touched the golden Buddha light, and the contact between the two colors of light immediately produced signs of mutual corrosion, which can repel the orthodox Buddha light Mo Yi's blood light can be described as a legitimate "evil"

Mo Yi stopped, with him as the center, there was no one for a hundred meters, and the monks looked at Mo Yi, who was monopolizing the center, in fear, and avoided it. At this time, Mo Yi looked up and watched the little novice slowly descend from the sky to directly opposite him, and he laughed without mockery, "The monk can't resist the temptation of the phoenix body?"

Xiao Shami folded his hands and bowed his head and said, "Donor, turn back to the shore." "

"Hey, bald donkey. Mo Yi sneered, the tiger's butt can't be touched, and the monk's bald head can't be touched, but he just wants to touch it today.

Mo Yi swept the blood-colored sword light out of the blood-colored sword, and Xiao Shami's complexion changed and he could sense the great evil on the sword light, and he quickly slashed the wisdom knife in his hand and shouted, "Buddhism has clouds!

"Buddhism Wisdom Knife...... Chop the Eight Rings. The overhaulers above the sky looked at the golden short knife in the hand of the little novice, and his face changed color slightly, while a big-bellied Maitreya monk in the distance smiled and squinted and touched his stomach and looked at the little novice on the mountain.

At this time, a disciple behind a monk in the Returning Ruins period suddenly exclaimed, "I know this little novice, the two hundred and thirty on the Supernatural List, because of his easy-going personality to the Buddha and does not like to fight, so he is not too prominent on the Supernatural List. But it is rumored that the top 100 of the top 100 novices have troubled this little novice, but the matter has been resolved......"

"The people in the Buddhist sect ......" have overhauled and sighed, "Buddhism is three thousand zhang."

Looking at the mountain again, Xiao Shami's short knife withstood the unstoppable sharpness of the blood sword, Mo Yi sighed lightly and could see that there was a big problem with this Buddha light, and Xiao Shami's knife technique was even more exquisite, always the blade did not collide with the blood sword, but skillfully scraped the blade of the blood sword to guide resistance.

Xiao Shami's face was serious, he could feel Mo Yi in front of him, the Buddha light was his hole card, and it was also the biggest weapon of his Buddhism, and in front of the blood light of the blood sword, the Buddha light was faintly weaker by three points.

"Buddha Knife Wisdom Blade Eight Slashes!" Xiao Shami stepped forward, and the golden short knife in his hand slashed directly at Mo Yizheng's face, "No lust, no room, no practice, no evil desires!"

Mo Yi raised the Blood Sword to block it, and the golden short knife was steadily blocked by the Blood Sword, but in an instant, an invisible golden phantom swept past Mo Yi's body, and Mo Yi frowned and jumped back to open the distance.

Xiao Shami's face remained unchanged and continued to swing the knife, "No greed, I miss generosity, but I am greedy!"

Mo Yi raised his sword to block, but the moment the golden short knife fell, he took a step back, as if he had been wounded by a knife in his body.

"No lies, thoughts are sincere, words are not deceitful, and the heart and mouth are corresponding!" the little novice chanted loudly, and the golden short knife fell like a shadow.

Mo also didn't take the knife, he retreated to dodge, but the little novice Ruyin followed him closely, and he had no choice but to raise the sword.

"Don't drink, don't get drunk, go into the fun!"

"No peace, no fragrance, no fat powder, no singing and dancing!"

"No peace, no bed, humble bed straw mat, donate sleep, miss the scriptures!"

"Follow the law, don't eat in the middle of time!"

The little novice knife is faster than the other, and the words recited in his mouth are like thunder and lightning, like a storm, and the golden short knife is slashed one by one, and each knife falls Mo Yi's whole body is shocked..........

Seven knives were slashed out, and the little novice threw the golden short knife into the sky, and he clasped his hands together and showed compassion and softly chanted the last precept, "No killing intent, compassion for all sentient beings, no mutilation of the wriggling ......!"

The sound was not loud, but the whole mountain was echoing with this Buddha name.

The golden short knife suddenly expanded, and hundreds of meters of Yansheng turned into a huge blade, and even the phantom shadow of the Buddha swayed in the sky, and the air resounded with thousands of Buddhas, like the Western Elysium.

In the sky, the big-bellied Maitreya squinted his eyes and laughed, "Once the top ten of the Heavenly List came to my apprentice to discuss, do you guess the ending?"

Everyone was stunned, and one by one they looked at the pot-bellied Maitreya and waited for his answer.

"Narrowly won. "

The huge golden blade fell violently, drowning Mo Yi, and the golden brilliance illuminated the entire sky, and the Buddha's name turned into nothingness.

"Bajie, cut off!" the little novice stood in place, folded his hands and eyes showed mercy.

The whole mountain was filled with golden light, like the rising sun in the east, shining on the earth.

"Well read. "Someone said in the golden light in the sky.

The little novice's hand was caught, and he opened his eyes in disbelief, but the next moment he was staggered by a violent drag, and a blood-colored knife slashed through his neck.

The head falls to the ground.

The little novice had dull eyes until he died.

The golden brilliance slowly faded, Mo Yi stood in front of the headless corpse of Xiao Shami, his eyes were flat, and the blood on the blood sword was slowly sucked into his body by 5.3, and his momentum became a little stronger.

"But I prefer murder songs. "

There was a terrible roar in the sky, and Maitreya Buddha opened his eyes with anger and disbelief, he roared, roared, and more remorse, helplessness, and pain.

The Buddha was also angry.

"You evil demon Dao! I will descend on you today!" Maitreya Buddha roared angrily, he raised his hand, and a huge Buddha statue suddenly condensed in the sky, and the Buddha statue slowly raised his right palm to aim at the entire mountain.

Mo Yi looked at the sky coldly, if this palm was slapped, he was afraid that this majestic mountain would also be overturned, but he knew that this palm could not be slapped.

Sure enough, the golden Buddha statue condensed for a long time, and finally slowly dispersed.

Mo Yi smiled faintly and turned around and killed.

The mountain continued to resound with boundless screams. _

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