When the golden bell dragon swooped down, the surrounding scenery was violently blurred and shaken, and the whole plain turned into a pool of faint blue.
The wind blew Hugh, but he stood still and raised his hand against the top of the dragon.
So everything around me fell into a short pause at that moment.
Dynamic and static, mysterious contrast, extreme strewn at random
Just as a mountain peak falls from the clouds, the light generated by the friction of the surrounding gas seems to be like a second sun tilting towards the earth, but it is stopped by a feather and stopped by half.
The only change in this moment of stillness is that the wind blows away like warm jade, and the palm turns to gray and monotonous color.
The monk leaning on incense had expected this, but his hands and gestures changed, and his right palm leaned forward and recovered to his left palm, while his fingertips pointed
The solemn and mighty Buddha sound broke out with the shock of life and vitality.
More than 1000 still admirals broke the pause and shook violently, like a dragon twisting forward.
As gold is cast at the top, the wind blows and Hugh’s gray palm rubs out a gorgeous fire, and his face is so clear that even his eyes have changed color.
However, these admirals have shrunk rapidly in the process.
Originally, each admiralty was more than one person high, and these more than 1,000 admiralties formed a long dragon with a length of 2 kilometers away.
But in the blink of an eye, the tail of the dragon shrinks into an illusory light and shadow, and each big clock becomes thumb-sized and nested layer by layer.
At least most of the length of the last bell will bump into the previous bell, so that the nodule circulation reaches the most compact state.
Finally, a golden stick about a foot long is formed.
The figure of the monk leaning on the incense flashed quickly and leaned forward. The right palm just pushed forward at the end of the stick.
The wind finally pushed the body back a little.
They can’t see the original state in the plain of their feet, as if there is a piece of blue smooth plane just forming the most spiritual battlefield, and almost every move of them is reflected.
The monk leaning on incense hung his left hand forward and just provoked the middle part of the long stick. His back hand took hold of the end of the stick and held it like a gun.
A shaking club head has bypassed the wind and blew Hugh’s right hand to his throat.
The wind blows Hugh sideways to the right, dodging his left hand and swinging a long stick.
The stick head flashed out of the stick tail and came from the other side, forcing the wind to retreat again by half a point.
From the tip of his nose, a dull little bell passed by, and a small Sanskrit font was blown to his face with sound waves, and it was blown by the wind and cut in the mouth.
Smooth as a mirror, blue, and suddenly reflected a group of bright as excellent haze light.
Like a gust of wind blowing clouds of golden flowers, the fastest speed keeps changing.
It is absolutely easy to swallow a person’s huge flower shape, dragging the cracks in the residue and chasing the gray-blue figure.
That’s a stick shadow
The monk leaning on the incense moves left and right in the middle of the rotation with his hands, but he finally collides with the body posture and pursues it in one breath.
The golden shadow of the stick is like a continuous wave, and it’s uncertain which direction it will beat from.
Each stack of waves has a peak that leads many ghosting forces to crack and kill.
Every time these stick sticks climb to the peak, they can cut off a part of the face to shorten the distance that the stick needs to travel, which is equivalent to increasing the speed again.
A monk with few words and leaning on incense not only has a great difference in temperament and appearance, but also has a completely different fate in the characteristics of his skill.
On the topic, the young monk’s eyes look at six words pointing directly at people’s hearts to measure the common people’s hearts. When they are suffering from fighting, they are not lost in grand compassion, because they are biased towards shock and influence.
Leaning against the incense stick, I broke six mortal dust with a stick, and turned my distress into a natural feeling of emptiness and purity when the fire broke to the end.
So sharp, it is no wonder that the wind can constantly dodge to deal with it.
It never rains but it pours.
This sentence seems to be true today.
As he approached the retreat, the momentum of the collision between the iron horse and the sword in the distant jungle was suddenly split
Hot purple light bombards forward one after another, just like separating heaven and earth from a bright purple screen. In an instant, it will pass beyond the jungle, which should be the blue ground in the plain grass.
Blowing vertically to the wind, Hugh cut over.
……
Han Nu-lin, the master of the broken halberd door, was defeated by Fang Yunhan with one move.
When he made his moves, it was actually a temptation. I never expected that the opposite side would dare to make a great move as soon as we met.
"You … aren’t you afraid that this move will break the seal and lead to the appearance of the ancestors?"
A blood line on the forehead in the jungle extends all the way to the inside of the skirt, and there are still some people who can’t figure it out.