Chapter 401: Buddhism (8)

The broken sword that was thrown out by Fu Yue's backhand was more than ten times as powerful as the man. The man's eyes widened in horror, as if a nail had grown under his feet, and he could no longer move half a point.
Everyone held their breath.
The short sword didn't pierce the man's chest, but... was intercepted in the air.
It is a slender white hand.
There was a string of black holy Buddhist beads on the wrist, lining the wrist bone, becoming more and more white.
Everyone's eyes fell on this person.
Including Fu Yue.
However, she looked up, and Fu Yue was stunned.
The visitor was a man in snow-colored monk clothes.
The appearance is extremely beautiful, so it is amazing and regrettable to see that such a stunning humanity is actually a monk.
Step by step, the lotus flower can't understand the fate of the dust, and the wind bird is not as good as the flower and moon.
Holy and indifferent.
Reminiscent of a high Buddha, indifferent eyes are all compassion for the common people, and the calmness of the ancient well is not to be profaned.
Fu Yue: "..."
After that, her little Tiantian has become a monk in this life, and she will die alone.
The monk in Xueyi held the broken sword with two fingers, threw it on the ground at will, and then turned his head indifferently.
Hands together.
The light-colored lips closed together, and the voice was so cold that there was no emotion.
"Why should the donor kill?"
This stern tone made Fu Yue feel a headache.
Fan Xiu raised his eyes, and indifferently glanced at the girl who was staring at him oppositely. There was no emotion in those beautiful and clean eyes, and some were just a touch of compassion for her.
...Compassionate.
What the is this.
Fanxiu's eyes made Fu Yue feel painful, although she had no eggs.
The rebellious mentality came up all at once.
"Monk, what do you care about me?"
As Fu Yue spoke, with a wave of her sleeves, a fierce attack went towards the person who just drew the sword and stabbed her.
Probably because of the influence of Jiang Si's own personality, the cruelty in Fu Yue's heart was also aroused. She did not show mercy at all.
This person wants to kill her.
Oh, how could she let him live?
The monk in Xueyi swept his eyes, his delicate brows slightly furrowed, and his thin lips uttered four words of dislike or sadness, "Stubbornness."
He waved the scepter in his hand.
Everyone only saw that the white shadow in front of them flashed by.
Fanxiu lifted the palm of his snow-white palm lightly, using his capacity to block Fu Yue's attack.
The two slapped each other in the air.
The powerful pressure spread instantly, and just the lingering power of this palm made the people around them dizzy, and those who were not capable of internal power even spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Fu Yue took two steps back.
The monk on the opposite side did not move.
The girl in red raised her hand to cover her chest, raised her beautiful eyes, looked at Fanxiu with a very complicated look, and a touch of blood gradually overflowed from the corners of Yin Hong's lips.
System 677 is pretending to be dead.
Lord Tiandao's life is over again.
This is more serious than ever before! !
The first time he met, he actually spit out blood from the host.
Guang Tuan glanced at the blood on the corner of the girl's lips.
Silently put a stick of incense to heaven in my heart.
Fan Xiu retracted his snow-white fingers, and pinched the fingers of the scepter slightly, a flash of doubt between his eyebrows and eyes.
He didn't feel half-divided spiritual power fluctuations in this person.
Slightly squinted her eyes, her unsentimental gaze fell on Fu Yue's body, and she took a few glances.
Brahma realized the reason in an instant.
This girl... is a demon.