Chapter 52

"I'll go, Wulin baixiaosheng."

Li Yang was really surprised this time. Funeral Biao's learning is really complicated, including southern Yongchun, northern bullet leg, Chen's Taiji and Xingyi collapse boxing. If others are afraid that they will be poor for their whole life, it is difficult to integrate the above vein. However, this funeral Biao, a member of the underworld, has such peerless talent in martial arts. At the age of no more than 40, he has perfected these national skills, and it is not just empty, When he plays with luck, his moves can take people's lives and have terrible lethality.

They moved and flickered on the top of the mountain. From time to time, trees and rocks were broken and smashed, like the dark collision sound of air explosion, which also sounded continuously. Mourning Biao is also a person who inherits several veins, and his strange and tricky moves are displayed repeatedly. Li Yang's back and forth is just a few simple military boxing skills, which is equal to his fight. Gradually, losing Biao lost his patience. He suddenly stared like the angry King Kong in the Buddha statue. He only heard the sound of Hua Hua. It seemed that the blood began to flow faster from his body.

Buzz! Mourning Biao's face turned red, but his expression became softer and softer, "go to hell!"

The muscles of the whole body suddenly bulged, and all the green tendons were like earthworms, which showed the ferocity and terror of the skin. Boom! It's another Taiji gun hammer, but it's more than ten times stronger. Li Yangshu was not on guard. He was shocked and retreated five steps before he stabilized his body. Looking at the ragged sleeves, he frowned and thought deeply.

At this time, mourning Biao also changed. His muscles became stronger and stronger. His height was strange. He pulled up more than three inches. His breath was fierce. He almost broke through the dark strength and reached the level of a master of chemical strength. At the same time, mourning Biao's black and thick short hair turned frost white. Slowly, the night wind blew, and it fell off.

"What is this?" Li Yang was surprised, but before he could think it over, he attacked again.

His fists and feet roared, and the sound of breaking the air roared one after another. His strength improved a big step in less than tea Kung Fu. Boom, with a fist, the fierce Qi burst out of the air and blew a two meter deep pit on the ground. Obviously, this is not the power that people at the dark power level can exert. If the ghost face is a fake power master, then the current mourning Biao is the real power master. The three ghost faces combined may not be his opponent.

"Li Yang, run, he's not human."

Chu Xiaoman's anxious cry came faintly in the distance.

Li Yang looked stunned. "Aren't you human? He has a nose, eyes, arms and right legs. Apart from being ugly, he doesn't look like an alien creature. " Of course, when he wanted to return, he couldn't help being serious when he looked at the loss of Biao, who had become bald but his strength was still increasing. If he tried again, it would be meaningless. If he didn't end the battle quickly, he would seize the living mouth and torture him carefully.

However, at this time, the change suddenly rose.

I saw the mourning young tiger leaping up in the air and suddenly fell heavily. He covered his head with pain, and hissed like a beast's cry, "bang!" It seemed unbearable. The half kneeling young tiger suddenly waved his arm and hit the ground with a fist. The gravel flies. Standing not far away, Li Yang can even feel the faint shaking of the earth. It can be seen how terrible his power is“ Tear it! " As if the leather was torn, a three inch long gap opened in the chest of the dead Biao, and then it was as if it was pushed to the NOMI dominoes, and ferocious blood holes burst from him.

The gurgling blood immediately dyed the ground red. However, in a few breaths, the skin of the whole body burst into powder silk and meat. Mourning Biao fell to the ground with convulsions. He looked unspeakably cruel and ferocious, "I, I..."

Li Yang couldn't bear it. He rushed forward with an arrow step. He was about to reach out to explore his pulse, but he suddenly grabbed his arm and raised his head with bloody eyes, "Li Yang, be careful... He, monk..."

"Huh?"

Li Yangmei's head wrinkled. Before he could speak, mourning Biao suddenly pushed him out and hissed. It seemed that there were a few wisps of black breath flying out of the spirit. Mourning Biao's sad cry made his body strong. He dehydrated and withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a moment, he twitched into a black meat ball the size of a palm.

The scene was really bloody, cruel and terrible.

Li Yang sighed, went to Qingsong and put Chu Xiaoman down, "it's all right."

"I, I'm so scared." Chu Xiaoman was pale, trembling and said, "they are not human, not human..."

"They? Is there anyone else on the mountain besides the dead young tiger? "

Li Yang's eyes were cold, but he didn't have time to speak, but his heart felt and quickly turned back.

I don't know when a white little monk in a cassock appeared more than ten meters away. He shook his head and sighed, bent down with a compassionate look, picked up the meat mass that had been convulsed by the dead young tiger and stuffed it into his sleeve. This action is very natural, as if what you pick up is not a disgusting corpse, but a stone, a piece of grass and trees.

"Who are you?" Li Yangmei jumped and subconsciously blocked Chu Xiaoman behind him.

"Amitabha, I've seen benefactor Kong Shan."

Xiao He is very handsome, with red lips and white teeth. He smiles not only good-looking, but also very friendly. Anyone who sees him may be interested in him, but Li Yang sneers and says, "abnormal people happen every year, especially this year. Little monks don't recite scriptures and practice Dharma in vain, but they run to the secular world to pretend to be tender and pretty. Is it because the professional scene of monks is not good, Do you want to be a cowherd? "

"Unexpectedly, benefactor is also a wonderful person."

Kongshan was not angry. Instead, he palmed and laughed. His eyes were full of appreciation and said, "benefactor, are you interested in converting to my Buddha?"

"Come on! I don't want to be a piece of meat in your sleeve until I've lived enough. "Li Yang sarcastically said:

"That's not true. Almsgiver, you are blessed with profound fortune and excellent wisdom. How can I compare with my humble disciple? " Kongshan shook his head, put his hands together and announced the Buddha's name. He said, "if you convert to my Buddha, you will be able to get rid of the sea of suffering and reach the other shore soon..."

"You taught the Kung Fu of losing young tiger."

Li Yang suddenly interrupted. Kong Shan was stunned, which seemed a little unexpected. But soon, he nodded and said, "yes, my Buddha is merciful and preaches three thousand dharmas to all the students. If the benefactor has a mind, he just needs to convert to my Buddha, and the poor monk will give it to him."

"Oh, three thousand methods, what a big tone. It's just some heresy. It's OK to cheat earth buns. It's not that easy to deceive me! " Li Yang sneered and didn't want to talk nonsense with him. Holding Chu Xiaoman's hand, he raised his feet and walked forward.

"Amitabha, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for benefactor to leave like this."

Li Yang stopped and looked coldly at Kong Shan, "do you want to do it? Monk, if I were you, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing. "

"What is stupidity? What is shrewdness? But with one heart. "

The little monk raised his head, and the secret light in his eyes flashed away. "Benefactor, sometimes being too confident may not be a good thing."

Li Yang frowned and gave an alarm in his heart. It was completely subconscious. His feet moved and threw out obliquely. Unfortunately, no matter how fast he moved, he was not faster than the sharp blade stabbed behind him, "Pooh!" The back was cold, and the sword tip was exposed in the right chest. Obviously, if his Dodge was a little slow, his heart would be pierced on the spot, "Xiaoman, you..."

Li Yang staggered and took two steps forward, looking back at Chu Xiaoman with an incredible face.

The girl's pretty face was white without any blood color, and her clear and thorough eyes were full of strange and cold expressions.

"Hypnosis! What a mean little bald donkey. " Li Yang vomited blood and hated in his heart. No wonder mourning Biao asked him to be wary of monks before he died. This empty and good means is unpredictable. Not to mention anything else, its hypnotic technique alone makes people defenseless. Rao Shi Li Yang is well-informed, but Chu Xiaoman didn't see the slightest sign before the attack.

"Compared with what the benefactor said, the poor monk prefers to call it 'Diandu'. The world has fallen into a sea of suffering and is dying of pain. My Buddha is merciful. He specially preaches this dharma to help him escape from the world and ascend to bliss early. It's a pity that the female benefactor is obsessed. The poor monk's cultivation is not good, but he can only live with her temporarily... "Kong Shan shook his sleeves with regret and walked forward.

His speech seemed to have some wonderful rhythm, which resonated with the surrounding air. When the monk took seven steps, his body became blurred, as if he were in boiling water vapor.

"Li Yang, I didn't mean it. You... Don't die."

Chu Xiaoman gets rid of the control of hypnosis, but doesn't forget what just happened. She holds Li Yang in tears and looks at the bloody ferocious wound at a loss. Her eyebrows are full of pain.

Chu Xiaoman was only 16 years old the year his father was killed by his enemy. She was hiding all day, precarious. She managed to escape from Moliang city and enter Tiandu. Just now, with some boxing skills, she made a small world. How difficult it is for a girl to struggle to survive in the cruel underworld. She can hardly talk about her suffering for three days and nights.

Chu Xiaoman became an adult and his heart was cold in such an environment that he was worried and could rush into the street at any time. People are warm and cold, and the world is cool, but they all use each other. To tell the truth, she didn't believe that Li Yang would really come to Xishan for her own sake. Because anyone with a little brain knows it's a trap. Who makes fun of life? What's more, Li Yang has got what he wants from her. Why should he easily risk for a woman who has been fooled by a broken flower and a broken willow?

It is based on this idea that Chu Xiaoman is now so painful. This is the only man in addition to his biological parents who takes himself to heart, the only man willing to take strange risks for himself, but he stabbed him with his own hands. Tears trickled down, but they were soon evaporated by the rolling heat wave.

"Amitabha!" Kongshan stopped three meters away. He raised his right hand and the turbid hot air around his body rushed to the palm at high speed, rotating and condensing, sending out dazzling brilliance like a shining sun.

"Cough, big sun Tathagata palm?" Li Yang's face was pale and his eyes narrowed weakly.

"Benefactor, it's a pity that you're so knowledgeable, but you won't live long."

Kongshan sighed with compassion and was about to wave his hand, but Li Yang suddenly said, "wait!"

"Did the benefactor change his mind and decide to put down the butcher's knife and convert to my Buddha?"

"Different ways do not conspire!"

Li Yang shook his head and said, "I just don't know if the little monk can let her leave after I die?"

"If you cut the grass and don't cut the roots, the spring breeze will blow again." Kong Shan sneered: "benefactor, do you think the poor monk will do such a stupid thing?"

"Tut Tut, you don't really look like a monk who is empty." Li Yang sighed, looked at the sobbing Chu Xiaoman and said, "Alas, beauty, it seems that we can only be the right mandarin ducks and go to the yellow spring together. Why don't you kiss me before you die? I patronized that night and didn't even get cheap... "