[King Shen] Please enter the urn

In the face of a desperate crisis, everyone fell into many illusions.

Zhao Biqiong raised his head, feeling dizzy.

Eyes, eyes, eyes everywhere.

Not only the binoculars inlaid on thousands of Buddha statues, but also the beams, shrines, altars, futons, and even the ground were all distorted by the dark shadows, creating chaos and chaos, as if someone had overturned the dye vat and mixed the dye into dirty one slice.In this twisted chaos, eye-like patterns of different sizes slowly opened and closed from time to time.

Eyes, eyes, eyes everywhere.No matter which direction he moved his steps, those eyes turned disgustingly, sticking to his body for a moment.

Not only was his vision distorted by these malicious eyes, he was also deprived of his hearing.

There were roars in his ears, as if thousands of monks were singing Sanskrit sounds beside his ears.

He was just like Monkey King who was wearing a tight band on his head and being chanted by Tang Monk, dizzy and in pain.

I can't wait to insert my fingers into my ears and pierce my ears, in order to get a little peace.

In the midst of frenzy, he suddenly felt the fishing line around his waist move twice.

Suddenly remembered what Wang Lianhua said in the storm pavilion - if I pull, you will stop.If I move twice, you will draw your swords and fight against the enemy...

Move twice, draw your sword to fight against the enemy... There are enemies!

A sense of urgent crisis suddenly arises in my heart, like pouring ice water, and my mind is instantly clear.

Holding the handle of the knife with his backhand, his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, but it was in vain.

There is still a bewildering scene in front of him - a monster-like stone statue, and thousands of eyes that are constantly opening and closing.

The enemy...the enemy...where is the enemy?

I couldn't catch the enemy's figure in my field of vision, so I could only close my eyes and listen carefully, but my ears were filled with the sound of chanting sutras, drowning out all footsteps and breathing.

Even if you know the enemy is by your side, but you have eyes but cannot see, and ears cannot hear, how should you resist the enemy?

Anxiety and fear were rising steadily in his heart. Zhao Biqiong suppressed his emotions and tried his best to mobilize all senses to carefully identify where the enemy was attacking.

Suddenly, I felt that the light on the right side dimmed, as if a black shadow was approaching.With a glare in his eyes, he resolutely drew out the saber, and with a swirl of the saber, it was like a moon bending, and instantly slashed on the approaching black shadow.

Unexpectedly, when the blade touched the "human body", there was a sound of metal and stone, and broken stones flew--that sharp knife split a Buddha statue!

And the real attacker, like a stealthy poisonous snake, slid behind him silently, and a long knife was quietly pressed against his back, and he sent it out ruthlessly and steadily.

Suddenly, with a flash in front of his eyes, Zhao Biqiong twisted his body like a top that had been whipped by someone.

This sudden turn caused the broken knife in his hand to cut across the killer's abdomen.

Not only did it bring out a splashing blood rainbow, it was so powerful that it even ripped him open!

The killer subconsciously reached out to catch the intestines flowing out of his abdomen, took a few steps back in disbelief, and fell down.

Zhao Biqiong, who beheaded his opponent, only felt a gust of hot blood sprayed on his face, shocked in his heart, but he didn't know what happened.

Suddenly, I felt another strong force coming from my waist, and my whole body rose into the air.

His fingers gripped the handle of the knife stiffly, not knowing how to move.

Suddenly felt the blade sank, as if something was entangled on it, and pressed down hard.

Pfft—put into the flesh and gouge out the bones.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Another handful of blood rained on his head and body.

The killer, whose skull was split open by a broken knife, knelt down in front of Zhao Biqiong.

Looking at the situation in the palace, Wang Lianhua smiled, raised her index finger, and dragged Zhao Biqiong out from the No.3 killer's blade.

At some point, he put on ten sterling silver rings on his ten slender and neat fingers. Each ring was connected with a silk thread, and the other ends of the seven silk threads were connected to the waists of seven people respectively.

The silk threads were stretched straight and intertwined into a net, the rings glowed with a faint light, and in the crescent-like eyes, the cold light reflected each other.

The slender fingers dexterously hooked up the silk thread, like playing a piano and plucking strings.The crystal clear silk threads were covered with blood beads, like bright red corals, trembling and not falling, which was the result of his envoy Zhao Biqiong killing two people in a row.

The index finger bent slightly, and flicked heavily on the second silk thread, and saw the silk thread suddenly tremble, making a thin buzzing sound, and Lin Suxian, who was connected to the other end, let out an exclamation, jumped up, and narrowly avoided it. The joint siege of five killers.

The five killers obviously never thought about it, this woman who was clearly in a hallucination and was unconscious, jumped up at the nick of time.

After several bangs and bangs, five swords that were shining with cold light were twisted together in one place.

At this time, Lin Suxian, who was dressed in a silk gauze, descended from the sky, walking lightly on the waves, as graceful as a fairy.

The pink embroidered shoes stepped on the five swords and pressed them to the ground.

The corners of Wang Lianhua's lips curled up, and with a wave of her left hand, a silk thread was thrown out, instantly encircling the long sword in Lin Suxian's hand, holding the edge of the sword, and dancing around.

Lin Suxian, who was trapped in the killing situation, also turned around and danced under the guidance of the silk thread.

Where Qiansha brushed past, blood bloomed like a lotus, and five heads flew out, rolling to the feet of the Buddha statue.

Lifting the weight lightly, calmly, using only ten fishing lines, he manipulated everyone in the field—whether it was his own or the enemy—as puppets, and controlled them at his fingertips.

And he himself, with his long legs crossed, sat lazily on top of the head of an arhat more than one foot tall, looking far and wide, looking at the whole situation.

With a waving of ten fingers, the crowd turned from defense to offense, and killed more than a dozen assassins who were ambushing here, so that they were at a loss and could not get close!

Wang Lianhua watched the fierce battle with a smile, rolled her black eyes, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Master Wuxin, show me somersaults."

Sure enough, Sweetheart Wuxin jumped back in the air, dodging the assassin's swift thrust.

He said again: "Master Zhao, imitate a noble concubine and get drunk."

Under the pull of the silk thread, Zhao Biqiong leaned back, and a sharp blade flew past his nose. That posture of wanting to fall was really a bit like a drunken concubine lying down.

Wang Lianhua frowned, clapped her hands on her thighs, and laughed loudly.

The clear laughter is indescribably happy and joyful, just like a child rejoicing at the monkey show played by entertainers on the street.

And the group of monkeys who made fun of him are the top knights and killers in the Jianghu.

It seemed that the desperate battle between them was just to make him smile.

Although, the smile of Young Master Thousand Faces is indeed worth the price.

Just when Wang Lianhua asked the sick old man to use a trick of a vicious dog to pounce on the food, breaking the neck of a killer, and the sick old man fell to the ground because of this, but the instigator laughed and laughed.

Like geckos, the two killers quietly climbed up to the stone statues on both sides of Arhat, counting the timing, and jumped out together.One knife and one sword, parallel left and right, attacked and killed Wang Lianhua.

Against the strongest opponents, one must aim for a one-hit kill.

The two assassins knew what they meant. This surprise attack, which was as swift as a gust of wind and as swift as a stream of fire, was executed with all their strength. It was the fastest and most ruthless move in their lives.

The blade was sharp, and it seemed that it was about to pierce the target's body, smashing the internal organs, and poking out crosswise. To an invisible wall!

The two were shocked and struggled hastily, only to find that their hands and feet were bound.

Taking a closer look, there was a dense and fine web in the air—it turned out that Wang Lianhua was beside her at some point, weaving a spider web with silk threads.

The trap was set unconsciously, but he, the poisonous spider, disguised himself as an innocent bait to lure the prey closer.

These two stupid little bugs crashed into the net and could no longer escape.

Wang Lianhua was not too busy dealing with the two of them. He looked down at the fierce battle in the field and said with a light smile, "Which side do you think will be the final winner?"

With that relaxed and undisciplined appearance, it seemed that he had just dragged in two people who accompanied him to watch the battle.

Seeing that he couldn't resist, one of the killers threatened loudly: "Don't think that you have the upper hand at this time, the road ahead will only be more dangerous, and there will be more ambushes. The master will definitely kill you without leaving a single one. Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The unfinished words turned into two screams.

The thin thread that tightened in an instant cut the flesh and blood of the two people and strangled their bones.

The dripping blood rained down all over the sky, Wang Lianhua coldly loosened the tight silk thread, and let the two curled up corpses fall from midair.

He sighed with dim eyes: "I really don't like people who disagree with me."

"Remember in the next life, misfortune comes from your mouth."

After all, he jumped off the stone statue and stepped into the battlefield.

The ten fingers are fluttering, like playing a piano and plucking strings, sometimes lightly grasping and slowly twisting, sometimes heavy and jerky.

The steps are light and nimble, the arms are stretched and closed, the sword is as sharp as rain when the sleeves are brushed, and the sword is like the wind when the body is turned.

The white snow is on the edge, the blood is gushing like a rainbow, the deserted temple is vast, and the flying leaves sweep the thousand years... everything is dancing in his palm!