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His hands hug him.

Every one is, not even one fell.

"open."

The white-haired man is still struggling to break free, but he is occupied by this man no matter what. The contact between the two hands is full of intimacy and tenderness.

This made the white-haired man's ears even hotter, his eyes paused, and they fell on the other's clasped hands without saying a word.

Both of them have their own thoughts, but they seem to have branded two hearts that are close and far away on each other's bodies, beating little by little.Then, these two people who have always been in different positions of Buddha and demon lie together behind the black cloak, buried on each other's cold and tough neck, and compete with each other like opponents.

"Fang Dingguang." In this regard, the white-haired man, one of the seven personalities, stared at the dark place with cold eyes like a dormant monster. "In this world, no one knows how to kill you with my own hands better than me. You don't have a chance to escape from my hands."

"Then let's try and see which of us will be the first to escape from each other's side and this bed."

"If I win, let me go out, no matter if I go out to live or die, lose or win, or, if you don't trust me, you can keep this iron chain on your feet all the time, and kill me immediately when the time comes." Catch me back into this cage you prepared."

The young prince, who had a very cold personality and had to escape from the big cage immediately, held the white-haired man's hands from behind with both hands.

He knew that this was the only way to immediately challenge one of the seven personalities and get out of the cage of this dangerous and cold-blooded white-haired man.

And such a method is precisely one of the ways to keep the two attracted, conquer each other and finally defeat each other.In addition, it is impossible for this cage to not be opened at this moment, so thinking to himself, he moved his light-colored lips in a low voice just to get out of trouble.

"Or, some people are starting to lose confidence in their own charisma now. I think I'll just walk away, don't you?"

This kind of provocative method that Prince Fang learned from the holy king himself sounds like no level, and the white-haired wheel-turning holy king quickly glanced sideways at him, but his expression is not clear.

But judging from his expression, this kind of personality is very effective for these two people. They began to compare themselves for no reason, and then attacked each other.

"How about my personal charm has nothing to do with all the non-strong people who can't beat me. One end of the iron chain is still in my hand, so no one can beat me. I have never been able to defeat me. A slave."

"And I don't take off all my appearance to men, I won't take off any of them."

At the moment, this white-haired man who puts on airs in everything, with a proud and reserved posture, put his head on one side as if he didn't care at all, and was pressed from behind by him, but he also said this sentence last time like a king.

These words can be regarded as a further deterioration of the rivalry between the two.

He obviously didn't think he would lose to the opponent in this kind of game.Perhaps challenging a dead person himself, or being challenged by someone else is also a dangerous test, so he didn't care to ignore this person's offense to his status as a holy king.

But it was also at the moment when the two were confronting each other, the wheel-turning holy king who was dressed in black/slipped on his shoulders was still leaning forward with his snow-white chest open.

With the movement of his legs, the black veil flew up behind him in an instant, causing him to violently press the arm on one side of the pillow and lift up the iron chain. The palm of his hand was manipulated by him like a master. palm of the young slave.

The part that looked strong and sexy because it was lying on the side of the lotus futon was still tightly attached to Fang Dinghai's injured body, and his shoulders were still bleeding, but at this moment, the body behind him The young slave took the risk that he might turn against him in the next second, so he simply lifted his waist and raised it higher, and deliberately pushed his body before opening his mouth.

"It doesn't matter, then hurry up and start your obedience to me. We only talk about winning or losing. Don't waste time."

The long-haired young slave hugged the white-haired holy king and said coldly,

"...Okay, I also hope to hurry up, and please don't waste my time."

He refused to give in to each other at all, and the white-haired man who was almost as conceited also pursed the corners of his mouth defiantly and let him lie down as usual, and kept an extremely proud king-like posture and knocked on the edge of the bed for the two of them.

"——,——."

At that moment, the black fingertips tapped twice downward full of hostility between the two.A gamble that only two people knew was about to begin, and the white-haired man and his subordinates who stayed behind all year round heard the order from the Holy King inside immediately outside the palace of the dead.

A figure flashed behind the covering of black cloth outside.This scene proved that the Holy Son, who had returned to the realm of the dead, walked in at this time tonight.

With the sound of footsteps, I didn't know that the bed that belonged to this wheel-turning holy king at this moment was still imprisoned by another living person, and the holy son was standing there with his severed arm and indifferent face under the silver mask. After touching the black tulle, he vaguely noticed from the corner of his eye that the other party was fully clothed lying on the inside somewhere.

"What's the matter."

Shengzi, who was used to walking in with his head down, asked a question when he saw this, and noticed that the other person was dressed in black and was motionless, so he raised his eyes and added a sentence weakly and indifferently.

"Holy King, what's the matter with you?"

These two consecutive questions fell into the ears of the two people inside, and they felt that everything around them became extremely dangerous and sensitive.

The holy son standing alone outside obviously didn't know what the wheel-turning holy king was doing in the unknown dark place at the moment, and what he wanted to call himself in now.

At this moment, as long as the two of them who were hiding made a slight movement from their mouths, the Holy Son, who is also a strong man in the death world, would immediately sense that there was another person in this place.

And even though the young prince who is dealing with this white-haired man like an enemy at this moment, the wheel-turning holy king in front of him is really putting on airs all day long, thinking that his airs are bigger than the sky man.

But at the same time, there was something this person didn't know.That is, the more he deliberately holds it up to everyone, pretending to show his restraint on etiquette, his every move seems to be an order to others, which seems a kind of courage to outsiders who covet his right to belong to his body The subtlety of satisfying the desire to conquer is to offend him.

Under the black clothes that bound his normal humanity and emotions like a cage and iron chains, the mature body of the white-haired man was like a bright red fruit that was ripe but unknown to him, and was suppressed by the people behind him as a holy king. His snow-white body was cold and indifferent, but it was terribly fragrant, obviously spitting out deadly gut-piercing poison in every mouthful.

But the danger radiating from the snow-white back of the white-haired man is so alluring.

He is like a sexy and cold leopard, crouching in the dark with his waist bowed. The only bare legs are looming from under the clothes, but it makes people want to separate and immediately occupy a position where his legs are wrapped around his waist.But in all honesty, the white-haired man in front of him who pretends to be a poser and has a restrained personality is indeed a charming body and personality, and his whole body exudes a beautiful existence about extreme temptation.

This kind of beauty is not the slenderness of the young girl, on the contrary, the body of the holy king under the personality of the tyrannical king is a very powerful man.

He is neither youthful nor pure, but he is also the most arrogant and ruthless tyrant among the seven personalities.

But it is precisely his gloomy conceit as a holy king, his indifferent expression of emotion, and his unexpected restraint of always wrapping his extremely cruel body under heavy black clothes, that made him Once he was stripped of the black clothes by another person, the beauty that was hidden inside was leaked out.

This kind of glamorousness that belongs to an adult male is that no matter how cold and cruel someone under this personality becomes now, no one can hate him, and he will only be impressed by the great charm of his strong personality.

It is precisely because of these three characters that Gu Donglai used to be a person who was so charming that many people fell in love with him.

Even now, when he divides himself into seven, and these seven people are all in trouble, this one that only appears in front of anyone is so tempting, hiding him in this darkness, venting his emotions, It is itself the most wonderful kind of perdition in the world.

In an instant, the two completely disappeared their bodies into the night, their legs were free to hide their figures together, and they were spread by the dead air together.

The graceful black veils that seemed to fluctuate around the water suddenly flew up. They crossed their necks and felt each other's breath, voice, and hair strands that were forced to mingle together. They grasped the world of mortals, but neither of them took the initiative to speak. say.And also in this dark environment where no one uttered a word, the five senses that the white-haired man had lost before really seemed to come back from the dead.

He closed his eyes, and was aware of the other party's every move very clearly. He also felt a pair of hands slipping from his lapel. At this moment, the black clothes he was too proud to take off as a man were still in good condition. It was worn on the body, but the front placket was opened to the sides, and slipped slipperily all the way to the shoulders.Complying with his previous request, the young man who changed his posture and hugged him with both hands from behind did not take off his coat completely.

But it was just such a small-scale exposure, but it also made the wheel-running holy king himself feel a little offended in certain positions that were exposed that could not be seen clearly.

In a way, he hasn't experienced this kind of thing for a long time, not just him, but none of the seven.

So, in this darkness, when the two men began to pluck, test, and attack each other with their fingers on a string raised on the back of a person like a buddhist, the air they breathed scratched Touching his heart, there was a strange itch from the blush on the white-haired man's chest, which transformed the sensitive and ambiguous atmosphere from danger to a hint of ghostly and cold sweetness.

"Be careful, don't force me to break your bones right now."

With this order, the white-haired man's breathing was a little disordered, and his expression was a little out of balance. He opened his black clothes, restrained him with his arms, and showed indifference and caution to the person behind him.

"Don't forget, you still look like this now, do you really want someone to come in and visit your shameful look, Prince Randeng, um—"

But to some extent, the two men's pursuit of excitement, danger and frankness is an instinct. Even when they say this kind of thing now, in a state of hostility, regardless of you or me, they are all guessing in their hearts what the other is going to do next.

And it is undeniable that in such an atmosphere where people are likely to break the emergency crowd, the two of them are really likely to be exposed at any time and anywhere for what is absurd now.

Once, at this moment, the wind blows away the black veil on the opposite side, everything between him and this person, including the flushed cheeks in the dark, will be completely seen by the holy son outside, which makes the white-haired man's face even more complex. She was cramped, but she didn't want to be easily defeated by the person behind her.

But this rapid heartbeat, the feeling of increasing shame that is not part of the usual experience, is too abnormal, being watched, but not being watched, and worrying every minute and every second whether it will be the next second. One can see that this simply wipes out one's willpower.

The only thing he can bet on now is that the person behind him, like him, does not want others to discover their relationship.

And obviously, winning this bet is a challenge in itself, and as long as the young Crown Prince thinks about it now, he can strip himself clean.

However, in this situation, the other party has not really wiped out the last bottom line test of the wheel-turning holy king for a long time, but used a rhythm like opening and exploring the secrets of his inner body to induce his body little by little. Every trace of unknown flame in the world.

Because it is undeniable that the white-haired man fell into his arms in the dark, and the body that he touched little by little was far better than him.Both of them had a little subtle reaction.

This is a bit abnormal for two people who are very indifferent to this kind of thing and haven't had it in a year.

But not only at this moment, they have to use each other's perseverance to fight against each other's existence and victory, but during this period, half undressed, they are entangled behind the black veil like two rivals fighting each other It is also necessary to deal with the only 'spectator' who hides nothing from the outside.

"..."

Therefore, it was inevitable that upon hearing his words, Prince Randeng was trapped in this cage like a slave at the moment, but he could not help but start thinking about one thing when he heard the word accurately.

Achievement.What is the first tonight's test belonging to the seven great sahahas between the two.

He still seems to have not found an answer to what kind of achievement a Buddha should pursue in his heart.

You must know that Tathagata transformed his body into seven types, and one of these seven types is called achievement.Therefore, if the wheel-turning sage king is the incarnation of the achievement of this sahaha, then he must also have everything related to the word achievement.

If he wanted to break the situation, he had to do so.Under such catalysis, the method of the white-haired man, who is more and more afraid of everything around him, is more and more like a switch that is out of control.

He couldn't help but want to maintain his body balance and break free, but he was wrapped up in the hostility and competition between the two opponents. Before someone could speak, the Holy Son standing outside heard the wheel-turning Holy King himself today. Too normal 'tone', asked again.

"What, what did you just say come in."

This made the white-haired man whose attention was drawn back to the outside, let alone what the person inside was going to do, guard him, and at the same time distractedly pay attention to what the Holy Son was saying to him.

"It's nothing, I just said, so the rules I said before the second round is about to start... Have you told Sun and Moon? Are you ready for the first battle of the Seven Great Sahahas, the battle of achievements? This time , I'm going to start cleaning the Seven Buddhas thoroughly."

When the Holy King himself, who was trying to calm down and his eyes were red, uttered a series of rambling endings trying to suppress certain emotions from his throat, the backs of him and the crown prince who was owned by him were already a little sweaty.

While talking, the white-haired man with a long tone was still wearing the black clothes on his upper body, but his smooth but reserved legs were already exposed. I can't see any problem, but the bottom is getting hotter and hotter, and the person behind him doesn't touch him, and only goes further to explore the cold, dead-like temperature on his skin with his hands.

Regarding this, the Holy Son standing outside felt that he was speaking very slowly today, and he glanced at the 'normal' interior through the black veil and replied, feeling a little strange in his heart, but he paused and symbolized He asked lightly across the ground.

"Yes."

The Holy Son thought for a while and answered blankly.

"But before that, you have to tell me where you took Prince Randeng, whether he is dead or alive."

"Oh. Why do you ask me such a thing?"

As soon as he heard someone's name, an unknown anger appeared in his heart. After finishing speaking, the Holy King of the Wheel grabbed his long hair and dragged him over with a threatening smile. When the two looked at each other, he also looked at him. The Holy Son outside continued,

"After all, the person who arrested him...was not me, but someone else. I was just one of the seven Sahahas. I couldn't control everything, and where would such a big living person go, of course it was in prison. , I don’t want to eat him, and I only catch him to deal with the next—”

The white-haired man, who was not satisfied at all in his bones, closed his eyes with an unclear expression, and his body was being played by Prince Randeng, yet he still had such a pretentious face on his face.But this time, before he finished speaking, the Holy Son interrupted him first.

"Are you telling the truth now?"

"And what if I say I'm going to throw him in Game [-] right now and put him through the same life-test as everybody else."

asked the Holy Son.

"Then throw him in like this."

"This is a game he has to endure. Whether he dies or lives is his own business in the end. If he can't reflect his own personal value, then survival is meaningless to him."

I didn't think that what I said now was a kind of cold-blooded, and the wheel-turning holy king who had implemented this personality didn't care that there was someone behind him and continued the conversation with the holy son.

And just like what the other party said just now, the game of conquest between two men has always required not only overwhelming power, but also spiritual surrender.

So they confronted each other on the bed where the atmosphere became weird in an instant, and together they pondered the meaning of the sentence just below, and then, seeing him stuck in this first step for a long time, the white-haired man who was almost impatient after waiting for a long time A pair of hands with black nails rested aside and tapped, and another strand of snow-white hair hung down to soundlessly and dangerously warn.

"...Moreover, even if he is in front of me right now, I might as well tell him this sentence in person, the seven great sahahas, the first incarnation of the seven incarnation tests in this Buddha game is me."

"The holy king of the wheel is one of the seven great sahahas. To be precise, my name should be called achievement, and now I am in charge of every Buddha's desire for the word achievement in this game of Buddha positions. He and I, He has always been an enemy, if he doesn't kill me, I will kill him."

"He doesn't understand at all. If a Buddha doesn't have a strong desire for something itself that must decide whether to win or lose, then he won't want to pay for everything."

While saying this, while facing the Holy Son, he also faced the white-haired man behind him. After finishing speaking, one arm went around each other's body, climbed onto his shoulder, and put one hand on his ear like It was the teachings of the superiors who guided him to a new world of Buddhism.The two said that they were sticking to each other's cold male body, but they also met together like two Buddha knives, the blades were sharpened together, it didn't look like fighting but like lingering.

The white-haired man with ulterior motives even leaned on the young prince and hugged his neck as if deliberately crushing him, thrusting his chest forward provocatively and pretentiously, the chest under the black clothes slipped further, dragging him His white hair was also tinged with a touch of regal indifference.

"Seven Great Suhaha, during these seven days and seven nights, my first test for all the Buddhas is to achieve these two words."

"If a Buddha does not aspire to achieve the highest achievement in Buddhism, he is no doubt like the most ordinary person in the world. He has no ambition, no desire to win, and he doesn't care about losing, but how important is winning? One thing, if you don’t care about winning or losing, you don’t care about achievements, you are not a Buddhist disciple with a calm mind at all, such a Buddha, it is impossible to win anyone.”

"A person who does not know how to pursue achievement also loses his natural dignity and pride."

"Because if he doesn't love achievement enough, and doesn't love such a body full of intrigue and cunning in front of his eyes, a person still only wants to see everything you want to see. He doesn't understand what it means to be crazy and obsessed with one thing. It will never be possible to pursue the achievement of one thing, and this is the meaning of the existence of the seven great sahahas in the Buddhist world."

Every sentence of the white-haired man seemed to be a continuation of the previous test. Such a pretentious reserve, such a defiant attitude, might be the true face of this holy king.

Seeing this with his own eyes, the young slave who was completely controlled by him did not speak, but it was as if they were each holding one end of the chain, and the two began to compete again, which catalyzed the confrontation even more fiercely.

For a moment, the two of them clasped hands in front of each other and firmly grasped each other's method, but because the white-haired man was ruthless enough to deliberately punish him, the young slave with black eyes and eyelashes hidden in the shadows also Pushing him aside like a counterattack, and destroying the hem of his clothes with his hands again like breaking the game.

In an instant, the clothes underneath rubbed against each other and became inexplicably cold again.Under the hazy black veil, the white-haired man's clothes were still well dressed, but his waist was lifted high like a bowstring, his upper body looked like an adult, but in other places he looked like a newcomer The world is full of purity like a baby.

He took a quick breath right now, and the sound of sighing softly in his throat was very vague, terribly muddy, and he felt that the young slave behind him had everything in his hands, and then he was taken by him earlier. After some back and forth, the method of letting him come back to life was grasped at once.

But when one of his hands grasped the white-haired man in front of him as if he was twisting a string of smooth red prayer beads, it gave him incredible bliss.This hateful Buddhist prince, who knows all about the suffering of all beings, took this opportunity to follow the slippery flower juice to attack another paradise under another identity.

In such a place of bliss, monks are willing to voluntarily take off their clean robes, Buddhas are willing to grow their hair and become men, Jiletian wraps the body of the Bodhisattva with a cloak, and the sound of celestial music and Buddha sounds bursts, and the pure land of the Western Paradise comes.

The place where the Bodhisattva's heart is beating hot and beating drums, just like all men in the world succumbing to the secular practice, is a place that he can't get rid of in his whole life.

A little bit of stimulation in it can turn an emperor into a slave that everyone picks and chooses on this bed, but the white-haired man under the wheel-turning holy king refuses to take off his disguise, so he is like a thunderbolt to this man. Generally unknown places are even more taboo.

But the more he hides his secrets, the more dangerous it is to use this method to catalyze the conflict between the two, and it is close to a real win-lose result.

It is unprecedented to experience the joy of the method and the joy of reproduction by being attacked by these two kinds of stimuli that seem to be under the attack of the brain.

Being manipulated and explored by both sides of him like a ball of prayer beads in his arms, a kind of bliss mixed with strangeness came into being.The white-haired man with a gloomy face, dangerously looking like he was going to kill, was motionless, his body was in a state of unconscious tension due to the confrontation between the two, but he stopped as if he was about to strangle him to death in the next second .

"Let go...hand." The black iron chain was tightened cruelly downward around the neck of the young slave.

"I see you...I really don't want to live tonight, let me go immediately."

The white-haired man threatened to let go and admit defeat immediately, his fists turned white, his face was flushed, and his voice was close to murderous.But being choked by him, the young slave still didn't give in, and his face turned cold, using violence to control violence and simply dealt with him back and forth.

At this moment, his face turned cold, and the white-haired man who had no time to resist, but because the method fell into the opponent's hands, his waist heaved up and down, and the bright red flower tattoo arm on the side of the dark edge struggled forward. The perfect figure The Holy King's back was undulating because of the touch and hug of the person behind him, and his fingers grabbed a piece of hazy and distorted black veil, and rolled down his throat as if forced to endure.

"Seven Great Suhaha, 'Success', immediately admit to me that you have lost, and let me go free."

Fang Dinghai's voice was hoarse, his lips were stained with blood, he was trapped by the iron chain around his neck that was about to kill him, and he forced the lunatic to deal with him step by step.

"Otherwise the two of us are together now?" "———,——"

Fighting like two ferocious beasts, and then resisting? Confrontation.

The white-haired man's throat, which was drenched with sweat and turned sweet and greasy, also began to soften under such treatment, like a flower whose secret territory has been opened, poisonous and beautiful at the same time.Behind the black veils fluttering on all sides, the Buddha bodies of the two were silently struggling and undulating in a large area, like twin lotuses with parallel pedicles.But it is precisely when the Bodhisattva and the Buddha sit on the Buddha's seat, they stimulate the two kinds of surrender that belong to men and women, and it is also the violent confrontation between the trapped two that is still like a beast in their hearts, which makes their gamble become more dangerous.

Outside the black gauze, the Holy Son is still there, as long as he moves now, the loser of this bet is himself.

"Give it to me!—Let go!" For a moment, with a vague expression but full of struggles, the white-haired man who raised his waist violently from the bright red flowers on his arms lowered his head and screamed strangely like a warning One sound.

Between the birth and fall of the two, the two dharma gates of the wheel-turning holy king's body were played together one after the other, and were completely wiped out by the dew of flowers. Once again, the chain was violently grabbed forward, and the body that had been deprived of its voice was also wrapped in drops of sweat dripping from its body.

"Let go...you let me go."

"You let go first."

"open!"

Two arrogant lunatics are playing the most dangerous game in the world with each other in this cage, but at this moment, the worst thing for this win or loss happens, because right now , the Holy Son also seemed to be aware of some kind of strange and abnormal 'movement' inside?For a moment, the Holy Son, whose face was gloomy but whose eyes changed a bit, didn't say anything, but walked towards the black veil behind him step by step unexpectedly.

You know, if there is any danger going on inside, or if something happens to the wheel-turning Holy King, he also has the right to interfere, but just when he raised his footsteps and walked towards that place with extreme caution, the black man The yarn also began to fly up.

It is like a land of bliss and fantasy, inside is a pair of bodies that are sinking into violence. On the ghostly bed where the fragrance spreads, hazy like black stamens and flower petals blooming, the figure of the young man who disappeared completely and could not be seen clearly Both the slave and the wheel-turning holy king stared out from the double torture that made each other die without a place to die, and their hands were so white that they held each other.

"..."

tread.tread.

Outside the black veil, the Holy Son had already walked over from the darkness where his vision was rather blurred, and raised his hand again to reveal the truth of the scene between the two.

In the dark night, the pale fingertips are what the two of them saw together.

At the moment, the two with sweaty brows stared at the scene that was about to be exposed. They gritted their teeth, and they were still betting on who would be the first to admit defeat.

three.

The hands on the outside seemed to have reached into the black tulle and lifted a corner.

On the bed, the white-haired man whose waist was lifted up by the young slave and was suppressed had silver around his red lips due to stimulation, his neck was red and white, and a flowery arm was also tangled and tightly grasping his body.

two.

The footsteps stopped, and a corner of the tulle was lifted, and more than half of the black hair and figure of the Holy Son were exposed.

And on the bed, the young slave whose hands were still buried deep in the land of bliss was caught by iron chains around his neck, and the terrifying bright red strangle marks and the sound of bone movement were also a little bit clear, even the white-haired man was coiled around his waist. The legs are so obvious.

One.

All the filth that happened to the two of them on the big bed at this moment was shone in by the obscure moonlight outside.

The broken black clothes slipped down on the strong and stern shoulders, and the brightly spotted leg that belonged to the holy king's snow-white spread was about to fall into the eyes of everyone outside.

But it was also at this time, accompanied by a pair of hands overlapping on the edge of the bed full of control, and the hands that had already grasped each other's ten fingers seeping blood, only one of them broke free suddenly violently and horribly——

One of the seven great Suo Po He.

Achievement, finally surrendered to his Buddha once, winning or losing, this big iron cage will finally be opened again.

Accompanied by the sound of "touch!" from inside, the sound of an iron chain, a tyrannical punch like a broken bone, and abnormal movements hit the side of the bed, as if something happened, the Holy Son outside paused, and his hands stopped immediately He moved, but only heard a voice belonging to the wheel-turning holy king. At this time, he said in a gloomy and dangerous way,

"Son."

"Now, go and help me immediately find a corpse of a dead Buddha that can be attached to and brought back to life from the road to death."

"Remember, the more useless the better, the more unbeaten the better, I want my slave who came back to the world alive to fall in and be torn to pieces by the group of people in the Buddha position game, and then suffer To die once as much as possible, so that he can know how close death is to him now."

"You understand what I said... Did you?"

……

This sentence came from the order of the wheel-turning holy king, and tonight's seven-day and seven-night test has begun again.Immediately afterwards, a pale thunderbolt thundered down.

"—!"

In the boundless darkness, a red light flashed on both sides of the dead world and the human world at the same time, and the fake 'Fang Dingguang' who was still on the ground in Longjiang City realized that the first 'catastrophe is imminent' had come tonight. I was taken aback.

"Should?! Let's run! Little Buddha Knife!! It's...the person from the Red Wheel of Life and Death! This time, this one is really... here to kill us! Little Buddha Knife! Little Buddha Knife! Let's run! !"

Seeing the hands of the mysterious and powerful "player" in the cloud with the bright red armor, Xiao Huoliao clearly didn't know which road Buddha the opponent was in Longjiang City, but he was already pale and quickly took The Buddha knife behind him continued to run forward.

However, the strength gap between the lower Buddha and the upper Buddha is really obvious.

Because when the second round just started, he didn't have time to show off his ranking for too long, and this kid didn't have time to use his escape advantage this time to desperately escape from this tight encirclement.In the middle of the air, the cruel and cold-blooded Buddha general in red had already waved the red building in his hand, thunder and fire slashed at others, and instantly blew up all the roofs of tall buildings in front of him that could help him escape. A smash!

"what!!!"

This act of killing him immediately when the other party came up, flooded the mouth, nose and ears of Xiao Huoliao, who had not recovered from his serious injury before, being slashed by the red banner with terrifying blood.

Little Fire Buddha was originally an optimist.

But when his body was hit by a huge Buddhist building like a mountain, and his spine felt broken, the little black skin whose white beard was dyed red was completely broken, and the pain was so loud that he screamed and screamed. Screaming and falling to the roof of a building below.

He was half dead in pain, and while falling down, he protected the Buddha knife in his arms.But in this situation, half of the life was lost after being beaten, and when he fell to the ground, he lost all ability to escape in an instant.

"..."

It is also to see with his own eyes that Xiao Huoliao is so vulnerable, he looks like a low-level Buddha.At this time, the 'big Buddha' standing behind the red cloud was looking at this scene, and the pursuer Buddha General who seemed not in any hurry to kill him finally appeared step by step.

Because, he was originally invited by Medicine Master Tathagata to enter this Buddha position game together.

Pharmacist Tathagata had told him before that that the first Buddha position game would be decided in the hands of a man named Zhuanlun Shengwang, and the other party was willing to invite him to cooperate with him again.

So now, at the beginning of the second round, as soon as he himself appeared in Longjiang City, he followed the ranking of the first round and found the Buddha who was closest to him.

But it's a pity that the tenth Huoliao Buddha in front of him is weaker than the 'red side' imagined.

What's more, except for the strange one on this little black skin, he can't tell what kind of magic weapon it is.