Chapter 256 255. Beauty
Old Robert walked towards the mountain gate of Xianfeng Temple. He had already put on his helmet and faceplate again, and carried his own sword that looked more like a ceremonial sword than A huge guy with a sword on the battlefield.
Ashina Isshin really wanted to see how he wielded the sword, so he slowed down his light pace and followed the Nanman warrior.
The two of them walked together for less than ten minutes when they saw the wide open mountain gate and the mountain road that stretched up the mountain.
There is nothing surprising about the mountain gate, and the mountain road is also ordinary.
But when on the winding mountain road, there is a red stream with the smell of blood flowing down, the scene has a slightly different flavor.
Old Robert raised his feet wearing iron boots, and then he realized that the blood-red liquid had flowed to where he was standing.
On the side, Isshin Ashina chuckled.
“So much blood, well, it’s equivalent to at least a dozen people.”
One of them was killed on the European battlefield, and the other was a man who once fought with the inner government to steal the country. Fighting.
The two of them didn't show much surprise at the blood of just a dozen people.
Walking up the stream of blood, I saw a messy battlefield as expected.
But at this time, the two battlefield veterans who had been calm just now could not help but be stunned for a moment.
Isshin Ashina was very familiar with the massive bleeding that the air blade could cause, but he had never thought that the blood flowing in the human body would look so beautiful after being cut and taken out by the air blade.
The bright red blood is sprinkled on the green grass and brown tree trunks very freely.
The fallen maple leaves floated and wandered on the blood stream.
The corpses of the monks are not hideous. Most of them were taken away with a sharp knife, so they are now scattered in various places on the mountain road.
Quiet and calm. This scene after the killing actually makes people feel a sense of deathly beauty.
Lan En is not a pervert, he will deliberately pursue the atmosphere of the killing scene.
But when he did it, it seemed to achieve this effect naturally.
The generally superb artistic accomplishments of the Emperor's Children did not make his singing voice more beautiful, but it seemed to have played a role in other aspects.
Ashina Isshin tapped his fingers lightly on the hilt of his sword.
""Hell's Bliss Picture"? It's really bluffing."
But old Robert only stopped watching after the initial shock. Instead, he took a rather heavy step and walked to the edge of a tree root.
Among the pile of small windmills stuck in the roots of the tree, a petite skull stood out.
And looking inside through the hole where the small skull was dug, you can still see many small bones emerging from the soil.
The tengu-faced old man walked up to the stiff and half-kneeling Nanman warrior, his tone was calm and cold. It’s like seeing too much.
“Now it’s clear whether it’s true or false.”
Old Robert didn’t speak, or maybe he was speechless.
It’s just that the tall and powerful body looks more and more shrunken and trembling from the back.
It was he who personally sent his son here.
Ashina Isshin watched from behind, seeing that his trembling was getting worse and worse, and even the armor all over his body began to tremble and make noise.
But when the trembling reached its peak, he suddenly stabilized.
At the same time, Ashina Isshin's one eye under the mask narrowed slightly.
The atmosphere is different.
For a warrior, a miserable heart forges a terrible sword.
Without another word, Old Robert calmly propped up his body with his giant sword and moved deeper into Xianfeng Temple.
It doesn't matter that the monks are treating him like a fool.
It doesn’t matter if he works for nothing.
However, his son who was sent for treatment was used as experimental material.
Now, it's time for him to collect the debt.
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Now that Lan En has drawn the knife and chopped people, he is no longer ready to stop. The dozen or so monks on the mountain path could not hold out under his blade for less than five minutes. This was due to the "Xianfeng Temple Boxing Technique" that made their bodies flexible and light, and they were very good at tossing and turning.
“Stab it!”
Lann pulled the knife out of a monk's collarbone.
This guy is similar to the monks on the mountain road. He has made himself stupid by cultivating immortality.
Clenched his fists, he took the initiative to attack Lan En. Lan En only used [Climbing Carp] to block it twice, and his own posture completely collapsed.
With his muscles unable to integrate and his center of gravity unable to stabilize, he could only watch as Lan En stabbed the long knife vertically into his collarbone and straight into his organs in that second.
The demon hunter's face was dull. When he drew the sword, he held the handle and twisted it ninety degrees.
The spray of blood sprayed all the way to the face of the seated Buddha in the main hall.
After this side hall are the many main halls of Xianfeng Temple.
When the temple was still normal, people would first pay a brief visit here and then go all the way up the mountain to worship many halls and Buddha statues one by one.
Finally, I listened to the sermons of Master Xianfeng at the prestigious Rengeo-in Temple - the Sansangen Hall divided by thirty-three pillars and enshrining a thousand Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statues. , receive blessings.
Three members of the Xianfeng Temple are already lying down in this side hall. Because the Dharma has been abandoned, the side hall has not been cleaned for a long time. Now there are many grasshoppers as big as heads jumping around, gnawing on paralysis. The ignorant flesh and blood that fell to the ground.
The blood-stained Buddha statue hung with spider silk still looked down at everyone in the side hall with that compassionate smile.
A Tarang soldier wearing a monk's undergarments and holding a big stick was swallowing his saliva and looking at Lan En who was approaching him with wide eyes.
"Don't come here! Don't even if you are so fierce, I won't let you hurt the people in the temple. Wow!"
Before he finished speaking, he seemed to want to Like a baseball player hitting a home run, he focused all his strength on the stick and pumped it towards Lan En.
Lan En lightly tapped the knife that looked like a toothpick in comparison. This reckless swing was completely deflected by [Deng Carp].
Tarang Bing couldn't even stop the car when his body weight came on him.
After tilting, he hit the wall directly. Lan En pressed the back of his head and applied more force.
With a 'bang', the tall and fat Roshan fell down dizzy.
Lan En landed lightly.
Taro Bing is more than two and a half meters tall. He had to jump up even if he wanted to press the back of his head.
But now his [Light Body Technique] allows him to not fall heavily even if he wears this high-level Bear School armor.
After dealing with this stupid but not evil Tarang Bing, Lan En walked back to the seated Buddha statue.
Not to pay homage to the Buddha, but to be a living Buddha.
A ‘high monk’ who mummified himself.
Sitting cross-legged, a skinny, no, rotten old man, less than one meter tall in total, is sitting on the futon in front of the Buddha's statue.
There were no more moist and full eyes in his eyes.
This organ has been completely consumed in the process of cultivating the Buddha.
The skin, as dry as parchment, has been damaged, the muscle fibers like hemp rope are exposed, and the monk's robe is in tatters.
But in Lan En's opinion, the vitality of this instant Buddha is a bit scary.
But that is not human vitality. Looking at the heat flow on his body, it is more like a centipede moving in his body.
"A body completely propped up by a centipede"
Lan En curled his lips, took out a bottle of turbid and thick sword oil from the alchemy leather bag on his waist, and applied it to the sword.
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