Chapter 401: Buddha's Fate (8)

The broken sword thrown back by Fu Yue was more than ten times as powerful as that man's. The man's eyes widened in horror, as if a nail had been planted under his feet, and he could no longer move half a bit.

Everyone held their breath.

The dagger didn't pierce the man's chest, but... was intercepted in mid-air.

It was a slender white hand.

There is a string of black and holy prayer beads on the wrist, which is whiter and whiter against the wrist bone.

All eyes were on this man.

Including Fu Yue.

But barely raising his eyes, Fu Yue froze in place.

The person who came was a man in a snow-colored monk's robe.

The appearance is so beautiful that it makes people marvel and regret that such a stunning beauty in the world is actually a monk.

Lotus flowers step by step, laughing and not understanding the fate of the world, wind and birds are not as good as flowers and moons.

Holy, cold.

Like a lofty Buddha, in his indifferent eyes, there is compassion for the common people. The calmness of the ancient well cannot be desecrated.

Fu Yue: "..."

It's over, her family, Xiao Tiantian, has become a monk in this life, and she will die alone forever.

The monk in snow clothes held the broken sword with two fingers, threw it on the ground at will, and then turned his head indifferently.

Hands together.

The light-colored lips opened and closed, and the voice was so cold that there was no emotion.

"Why does the benefactor need to kill so much?"

This stern tone gave Fu Yue a headache.

Fanxiu raised his eyes, and glanced indifferently at the girl who was staring at him. There was no emotion in those beautiful and clean eyes, but only a touch of pity for her.

...compassion.

What the hell is this.

The look in Fanxiu's eyes made Fu Yue feel ashamed, even though she didn't have eggs.

The rebellious mentality came up all at once.

"Monk, what do you care about me?"

While Fu Yue was speaking, he waved his sleeve, and a fierce attack went towards the person who drew his sword and stabbed at her just now.

Perhaps due to the influence of Jiang Si's own personality, the cruelty in Fu Yue's heart was also aroused, and she didn't show mercy at all.

This man wanted to kill her.

Oh, how could she let him live?

The snow-clothed monk glanced at his pupils, his delicate brows were slightly frowned, and his thin lips uttered four words neither happy nor sad, "I'm stubborn."

He waved the scepter in his hand.

Everyone only saw that the white shadow in front of them flashed past.

Fanxiu lightly raised his snow-white palm, using his strength to block Fu Yue's attack.

The two palmed each other across the air.

The powerful coercion spread instantly, and the remaining power of this palm alone made the people around dizzy, and those with weak internal strength even spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Fu Yue took two steps back.

The monk on the opposite side did not move at all.

The girl in red raised her hand to cover her chest, raised her beautiful eyes, and looked at Fanxiu with a very complicated look, blood gradually overflowed from the corners of her red lips.

System 677 is pretending to be dead.

Lord Tiandao's life is over again.

This is more serious than ever before! !

When they met for the first time, he actually hit the host directly with a palm, causing him to vomit blood.

The light group glanced at the blood on the corner of the girl's lips.

In the bottom of my heart, I silently put a stick of incense on the way of heaven.

Fan Xiu withdrew his snow-white fingers, and slightly clenched the fingers holding the scepter, doubts flashed across his brows and eyes.

He didn't feel any spiritual fluctuations in this person.

Slightly squinting his eyes, his eyes fell on Fu Yue without the slightest emotion, and he took a few glances.

Fanxiu instantly understood the reason.

This girl...is a demon.

It's still early in the morning, and I can still code!