Chapter 615: : That is not the dusty white robes!

A sword, killing and thinking that the virtual level is strong, the spirit is gone.
Among the battlefields, the only Chu Rui who was not confused by the sound of the Phoenix dance, took a breath of cold breath.
This Nima, barely, stunned.
"A sword is broken, ... grass, this is a master-level kendo master, unable to fight, scattered..."
A fierce sword, directly killing the virtual god-level master, the dark wizard and the night wolf who know the vampire, the cold sweats and arrogance, the strength between them, but between the masters, people can kill a sword The vampire, then killing them, there is no problem, the most devastating thing for them is that the phoenix that the Fengtian shows is terrible.
Previously, they were still wondering why the fluttering sword of the Mao family would make them appear to be incapable, giving birth to a feeling that you could not resist it. Now, they finally understand, perhaps the soul of the soul. The sound of the piano is a reason. However, the real fundamental reason is the crushing momentum. From the beginning of Feng Tian’s stepping down from the sky, a form has been formed, and one of them has been shrouded in. Bureau, when the weather of the phoenix climbed to the peak, that is, when they were completely in the game.
Today's world is completely the battlefield dominated by Fengtian. The field is just like the field, but it is different from the field. The field is that you completely dominate this space. However, the power displayed by Fengtian is Otherwise, nowadays, even if there is a strong field, it is impossible to break Fengtian’s absolute control over this area, unless it can break his heart and crush his sword.
What is the kendo master, a sword, and the world is invincible.
What is the master of kendo, there is no sword in his hand, and there is a sword in his heart.
What is the kendo master, everything can be a sword.
However, this is just the realm of the kendo master among the warriors. For the master of martial arts, it is the void that measures whether he has entered the position of the master. The phoenix is ​​broken and the sky is full. He is Kendo Master.
The sword is the lord of the hundred soldiers, even though the martial arts are thousands of thousand, but there are 9,999 of the 10,000, which are extremely killing, sharp and boundless, Fengtian, no exception, before That sword, even in the far-reaching Chu Rui, is a feeling of frightening battle.
The remaining eight masters who were scared to almost disappeared, there was not much warfare in the past, and it is not necessary at this moment.
The enemy has such a flaw, how can Feng Tian not seize this opportunity, step by step, and suddenly step forward.
Hands up, force, sword, and fall.
A powerful void, in one go.
"what……"
The brawny man with the blood of the giant screams, even though his body is as hard as iron, but under this sword, it is completely like a paper paste, directly broken by the Feng Tianyi sword, split into two.
Damn it.
There are vampires and brawny two lessons from the past, the remaining seven, no, it should be six, but it is scared to death, for birds and beasts.
"Monk, why don't you escape."
Feng Tian stood by the sword and watched the old monk wearing the white robes not only did not leave, but stepped forward, but his face did not change, but his eyes were undulating, and it was as cold as before. .
"Amitabha, the bitter sea is boundless, the old man is indulging in red dust and obstacles. Today's action is already unable to reach the world of bliss. Seeing my Buddha, the heart is broken, the faith is lost, living, and what is the difference with death. Why is it not to give up this body? The skin, into the nose of the to repay the debt of this life."
The old monk looked indifferent. It seemed that he was completely unaffected by Feng Tian’s shocking sword and violent temper. The sound was moderate, and the waves were not shocked. There was no slight fluctuation in his face. His eyes were deep and incomprehensible. There is no fear of death, this is a transcendental person who sees through everything.
"admire."
There is no slight change in Feng Tian's expression. Looking at the front of this dirty battlefield, it does not stain a little dust. The moon white robe is still elegant and elegant, like an old monk of Qinglian in a turbid world. There is a tribute in the eyes.
cut.
Waving, an unwelcome blow.
The fierce swordsman burst out in an instant, and it was cut straight on the chest of the old monk.
There is no splash of blood, no limb splashes.
Feng Tian’s sword, internal strength, directly destroyed the vitality of the old monk, but did not hurt his body, perhaps, even he did not want this white and elegant white robes to be contaminated by the blood of the red orangutan .

Thank you for your fulfillment.

The old monk was forced to come, even though there was a Buddha in his heart, but it also violated the true meaning. If he did not die, after he went back, the threatening him would still threaten him. If he did not die, he would not take a break. Therefore, death is his only The choice, and, in this way, violates his own intentions, forcing him to abandon his own beliefs. This is already a life of death and death. For him, it is a kind of relief.
Was killed by Feng Tian, ​​but the old monk did not have the slightest resentment, but there was no bit of hate. He looked at Feng Tian and seemed to read this in the eyes of the so-called "companion" who came with him this time. The devil's eyes could not help but smile and be a tribute.
He was killed by Feng Tian, ​​but he was thanking Feng Tian for giving gifts to him. It was such a strange scene that no one felt unbelievable. Instead, he felt that it was taken for granted.
"……Amitabha……"
The last time the hands clasped together, the old monk Baishou white eyebrows danced in the wind, did not look up at the sky, because he consciously did not deserve to look at the Buddha, but chose to look down at the ground, seems to be able to wait to enter the purgatory and repay his sins.
Oh...
Feng Tian Shen solemnly raised the sword in his hand, the sword whistling, the sword screaming, this is a swordsman's greatest respect for the opponent, the biggest farewell ceremony, even though the old monk did not have a trick with him, but he regarded it as An opponent who can be respected and died in his hands, yes, is the opponent, the strong man who was killed by the vampire and the blood of the giant, in the eyes of Feng Tian, ​​even the opponent can not be called.
Under the sword, a generation of sorghum, life lost, the soul returned to nine days.
Fengtian didn't stop, but he didn't jump over the body of the vampire as before, but walked step by step. From the old monk, he still had his hands clasped together, his head was low, but he was standing next to the dead body. Going over.
"Next, it’s up to you."