Since the Insurance Court said to continue, then continue.

Huai Shi turned over a tube of essence from the box without hesitation and poured it into her mouth. After replenishing the falling blue strips, she stuffed the rest into her pocket.

The wool delivered to the door has been fetched!

The visitors from the surviving hospital were indifferent, as if they had not seen it at all, and they didn't care at all.

Just waiting for the next data and results.

Casting, start again!

This time, in Huai Shi's hand, the few beads and pills were whispering in a low voice, and then disappeared without a trace, as if they had evaporated without warning.

But at that moment, Huai Shi felt creepy and heard the sound of gentle footsteps coming from behind the empty body.

Everyone present felt the chill rising in their hearts.

Next to the sword saint's wheelchair, the accompanying entourage was already stiff in place, feeling the chill that was so close that it was frozen all over.

Just behind the white-haired old man, a faint outline appeared in the dim shadow.

It is like a monk wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a dark red robe, with layers of rosary between his wrists and necks, but his face is hidden in the darkness under the hat.

Only a faint light of blood outlines the position of the eyes.

He was looking down at the old man's back.

Shangizumi had no reaction, and even her turbid eyes had not shaken a single point.

"What's wrong, a fake monk?" he asked hoarsely, "think about saving me?"

"It's too late." The monk shook his head indifferently: "The donor's dust holds strong, his six senses are dirty, and his evil karma has accumulated deep, and he has already fallen into the state of Aji's call. Buddhism is no longer possible to do anything."

"What are you waiting for?"

Shangizumi sneered, knocking on the sharp blade sheath in front of her knees, deliberately exposing her long neck and her dry and slender neck: "I have heard that Juzhumaru Hengji is the sword that kills souls and kills evil..."

He said, "As evil as evil as me, please try to kill him."

“That’s right.”

The blood-stained monk raised his hand, took off his hat, and from his face covered by blood and fire, a craziness of joy and hoarse whisper appeared:

"Anuttara Samyaksambodhi!"

At that moment, the blood color and evil intention faded away, and the purest blade was exposed from its sheath, slashing towards the sword saint's neck!

The illusion light flashed away.

That speed is already above the lightning, and it can be compared with the movement of thoughts and thoughts, no, faster than that. Because what is cut off is not the matter of existence, but is created by the essence of enlightenment and compassion

Blade of Bubble!

Wherever the sword blade passes, all evil karma, all defilements, etc., and other delusions will be destroyed!

Death silence is coming.

In the long silence, Shangquan was silent, just closed his eyes slightly and sighed silently.

A cracked sound rang behind him.

The monk holding the sword was stiff and stood still, the blood was flowing away, the flames were extinguished, and cracks appeared on the blurred face, and he staggered back.

It is obvious that the person who was beheaded is not himself.

But it is difficult to suppress the tragedy of fear.

The bubble shatters, and the sword that breaks the evil and shows the righteousness scatters silently. Awareness and compassion cannot cut off the opponent's delusion and obsession, but are instead killed by the iron-like extreme intention in the soul.

"The Dharma?"

Uchizumi shook her head, "But that's it."

Behind him, the monk in the shadow dispersed silently, leaving only a long rusty sword, no longer shining. After losing the spirit of protector and compassion, he fell into the mortal world.

There is no possibility of repair.

"Next." Shangizumi lowered her eyes sleepily, "At least something...that makes people not yawn..."

Huai Shi turned around and looked at the open box behind her.

Three dusty blades roared sonorously in the whisper of the Sword Saint, evil, ferocious, solemn... All kinds of spirits spread like light.

He closed his eyes and touched it casually, and raised his eyebrows.

"Boy An Gangche?"

Huai Shi sighed lightly: "This should make the pretentious seniors cheer up their spirits, right?"

Five minutes later, Shangquan returned to the wheelchair with a expressionless face.

"Next."

Damn it, he pretended to be there again!

Then, the next one, the next one…

From the violent and fierce way, I want to hold everything in the world in my hand, the iron giant ape, the Taiguang world, feminine and weird, swallow all the evil guardian blades, and seal the former wine-swallowing into the sword blade,

The evil sword that turns into power, the boy An Gang is in his hands, he is in control of hegemony, and the kingly blade that urges the mountain to break through the mountains, and the Three Suns and Moons Sect is near.

Even in the end, the pure killing sword that kills all evil ghosts and kills endlessly...

In just less than an hour, all the five swords in the world were slashed in front of the Sword Saint.

All he used was the unparalleled sword technique that shocked the ghosts and gods, which opened Huai Shi's eyes.

To be dedicated to the true nature, to reach the sky with one thought; to be domineering and unparalleled, to urge the city to break through the mountain; to change the virtual and the real, endless spectral bubbles; to fight each other, there is a collapse of death without life...

Just casually speaking, Huai Shi saw the lofty world he had never imagined.

After so many years of lingering, the ambition to kill the sun and the moon still lies in that old body, which is a skill that Huai Shi cannot reach... It has nothing to do with Mr. Luo, always said that Huai Shi lacks understanding, and compared with a real strong man, he has

Those talents are still far from that.

But who wants to compare this with others?

If you want to attack yourself, you will not be able to play a role before and after, even Huai Shi will keep the cello music closed.

But are there really such people in this world?

Well, maybe there are such old monsters hidden in the headquarters of the Hell Music Association? But even if there are such an unpopular instrument of cello, no one will have such an accomplishment as Huai Shi?

I can only say how lonely it is invincible.

With the idea of ​​"Sword Saint, it's not bad!", Huai Shi applauded with the crowd.

Standing in the scene and stepping on the gradually dissipating evil ghost corpse, Shangquan was moved by the cheers and applause, and just looked back and looked at the visitor from the Survival Courtyard who was standing next to him without saying a word.

"how?"

The hunched old man asked hoarsely: "Is this sword still worthy of attention?"

"enough."

The mysterious man who claimed to be 008 nodded, and the electronic sound did not fluctuate at all: "Thirty percentage points more than expected. It seems that aging has not made you weaker. After so many years of entanglement with death, it has become stronger..."

"Strong? Where is the strength?"

Shangizumi sneered and shook her head, "Is it better to win a few games against that dead object? It's too ridiculous. The so-called swordsmanship is essentially a way to kill people.

Only living people can demonstrate their essence…”

As he said that, those turbid old eyes looked at Huai Shi who was watching the fun and making the meal beside him, making Huai Shi's expression stiffer.

"I have watched the monkey show for so long, so I have to leave something, Huaishi?"

Shangquan choked and smiled, "That careless look didn't take me seriously at all..."

"etc!"

Huai Shi subconsciously raised her hand and said solemnly: "I have a good disciple, named Lin, Xiaofu, with excellent talent and the best strength of his fellow disciples. Why not let him play with the Sword Saint..."

"No."

Shangquan shook his head: "That boy, I'm still waiting for him to marry into the house in the future. If I'm scared, wouldn't that girl Haruka be sad?"

"Then why don't you go to Qilin, the old man from the Yuan family, and go to hell to find Luo Siwei?"

Huai Shi glanced at him squintly. Until now, she still didn't know what kind of dog skin plaster this old man sold in the gourd: "Senior Sword Saint, just forget it if you always do rehabilitation exercises, can't you find something that is difficult?

Why use me as a stepping stone?"

"It's because I will never lose, I'm looking for you specifically, Huai Shi."

Shangquan replied calmly, "You can't be too strong, otherwise you will work hard, you can't be too weak, otherwise you will not be able to perform at all. It just so happens that you are neither strong nor weak, and it is still within my old solution."

He thought for a moment and said seriously: "This is the art of war."

"Okay, your Yingzhou military strategy is just to teach people how to eat and beat the chef, right?"

Seeing that the old senior thought of slaughtering vegetables and didn't even cough, Huai Shi felt that she might not be able to escape this today, and sighed: "Have you thought about it?"

"Haha, don't worry."
To be continued...