Chapter 905: Two hundred and nine

Chapter 905 Chapter 209: Demons teach skills
The two brothers and sisters who heard the sound were startled and turned to look. A tall and thin man wearing a mask was leaning against the door frame, his eyes full of smiles.
Dongzhi subconsciously stopped in front of Sang Lu and placed the scimitar in front of him, his eyes full of guard.
"Brother, is he your friend?"
Sang Lu looked at her brother's guard, poked her head out and asked carefully, her eyes full of curiosity.
In Hyderabad, the two brothers and sisters communicate in Mandarin. To a certain extent, this can ensure the privacy of the conversation between the brothers and sisters. Obviously, Sang Lu has forgotten. Tang Luo just spoke in Mandarin.
How can Dongzhi have the strength to answer his sister's words at this moment, he has fallen into boundless fear, if he can say that he can still raise the courage to fight to death in the face of Kadar, then he can't shake even 10,000 people in the face of Tang Luo. Even if the other party has a hint of malice, the sister who has been guarding for ten years will be in danger.
This kind of powerlessness and pain bit Dongzhi's heart, making him hate his weakness very much.
But Tang Luo looked at Dong Zhi's appearance, but he was a little appreciative. He was extremely frightened in his heart, but he dared to draw his sword and stand in front of his sister. This kind of belief deserves to be called courage.
The so-called brave man is not that he is not afraid, but is brave who is clearly afraid but has to do it.
It’s a rare encounter with a brave man. Tang Luo suddenly wanted to try. What is the limit of this little guy’s bravery, so he said: "You should have such a sister, it’s really good. Dedicating her to this seat, this seat will allow you How about endless splendor and wealth, unimaginable force, surpassing non-heaven's rights?"
Dongzhi's face froze, a chill came out of his heart, and went straight to the heavenly spirit. The worst situation he expected really happened. After seeing the peerless face of his Amei, the masked stranger became excited!
Desperate, powerless, fearful, Dongzhi dropped the scimitar in his hand, fell to his knees, kowtowed, and begged: "My lord, please, let my sister go. She is just a child and knows nothing. Tomorrow She is going to participate in the celebration and dedicate her life to the gods. I beg you to take care of the gods and let her go."
"Bang, bang, bang!"
As long as there is a glimmer of hope of victory, Dongzhi will not directly drop the scimitar. It is precisely because he knows the gap with the masked stranger that he will abandon all his dignity and humble his head in prayer.
"It would be a waste of such a beauty to dedicate her whole life to a clay sculpture and wood carving Buddha!"
The hoarse voice sounded again, dispelling the last bit of extravagance in Dongzhi's heart. He raised his blood-filled head, and heard the masked stranger lightly said: "God can only promise you the next life, but this seat can promise you this life, you My sister followed me, and from then on I have endless glory and wealth. Isn’t it faster to live faster than being a saint?"
Dongzhi’s head buzzed in shock, and he heard the mask's weird voice: "It can be seen that you really like swordsmanship. This seat has a set of swords that can kill the gods and destroy the Buddha. As long as you offer your sister, This sword technique is yours, a small character like the one just now, you only need to wave your hand in the future, you can easily kill it, if you study deeply enough, the future will even be stronger than me, then the world will be big, no one I can stop you. You don’t have to be as humble as today. You can kill all gods, demons and Buddhas, how about it?"
The blood-stained Dongzhi lifted the scimitar on the ground with a dull expression and stood up, looking like a ghost who had just crawled out of hell. He stared at Tang Luo viciously, and said, "You! Do it!" !dream!"
"boom!"
With the surging spiritual pressure on his body, Dong Zhi fell to his knees. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even lift his fingers. He finally understood why Kadar was cut off by him just like a puppet.
"You understand, no matter how hard you work, you can't change this result." Tang Luo, wearing a gouchen mask, looked like a real demon, and whispered: "It's better to nod, it's not your fault, it's just this seat. It is too powerful for you to contend. If you commit yourself to a demon like this seat, even your will forgive you, and you can also practice stronger swordsmanship. Why not?"
Dong Zhi raised his head with difficulty, and spit out a mouthful of blood, but before he flew three feet, he hung down weakly.
Looking at the miserable appearance of her brother, Sang Lu finally cried out, knelt beside her and prayed to Tang Luo: "I will go with you, I will go with you, please let me go, please. ."
"Mei, you don't ask him!" Dongzhi, who was pressed to the ground by the spirit pressure, roared, "Promise me, don't ask him!"
The tearful Sang Lu sobbed and shook her head. The sister who has always been attached to her brother seems to have grown up suddenly. She firmly said to Tang Luo: "My lord, please, take me away. Don't embarrass my brother. Sang Lu will definitely Will serve you well, please!"
Two orphans who depended on each other, the elder brother graciously died for the sake of his younger sister, and the younger sister was willing to give up her faith to feed demons because of the elder brother, which made Tang Luo suddenly appreciate the two siblings.
Scattered the spirit from Dongzhi's body, the black and thin boy who recovered his freedom picked up a scimitar in one hand, and stopped his sister behind him with the other.
After that, the blood-stained Dongzhi turned his head to Sang Lu and said seriously: "Amei, you have to remember that you are a saint serving the gods. You can't fall into the trap of the evil spirit for the sake of a pariah!"
"But Brother"
"No but!" Dongzhi interrupted Sang Lu rudely, "My brother is a trash and didn't protect you, but if you go with him, I will commit suicide immediately, do you understand?"
"Okay brother." Sang Lu smiled with tears on her face, and said softly to her brother: "It is Sang Lu's blessing to die with her."
Dong Zhiqiang turned his head against the tears, and stood with his sword, like a peerless swordsman who was unwavering in the face of thousands of troops.
And Tang Luo also tried out Dongzhi’s aptitude, and said lightly:
With your sword skills, it’s almost impossible to kill this seat, but because you have the courage to wield a sword, this seat teaches you a knife move. , If you can use it to cut off the corners of this seat, your sister will be put in this seat, how?"
Seeing a life chance in death, Dong Zhiqiang endured the throbbing in his heart, and asked: "Is this true?"
"There are countless swords in the world. If you talk about a single strike, Ihe can be in the top three! Pull and cut, neither pull nor cut. This knife can only be the blade when cutting. The opportunity to see through the moment in the waiting is the essence of Ihe. ."
"To live as yang, combine as yin, circle as action, hate as proof. Strength and qi are combined, essence and spirit are combined, heart and blade are combined. Capture the spiritual gap in the heaven and earth, blade the way out of the dragon, is Wei, Juhe-Dragon flash!"
As soon as the voice fell, a flash of blade that took away the brilliance of the heavens and the earth appeared, and cut across the hem of the star robe like a flash of wind.
(End of this chapter)