Chapter 6 Zen

The reason why Wu Pengwei persuaded "Mrs. Tiger Shark" is very simple.

"Let me go. If you lose, you will only lose a servant, and if you win, you can make a lot of money."

"Mrs. Tiger Shark" stared at Wu Pengwei for a while, then thought for a moment and agreed.

Wu Pengwei, who fell on the ring, looked at the "broken blade" and also said a sentence.

"I'll help you get rid of it."

"The broken blade" opened his bloody eyes, looked at Wu Pengwei with a little surprise, and then showed a trace of gratifying.

Since he was caught by the four "ghost whale" brothers on the coast of the South China Sea because he was seriously injured, his physical condition has become worse and worse, and more and more toxins have accumulated, and the "ghost whale" four brothers did not detoxify him at all at all, but locked him in a cage as a cargo for half a year, and did not release him out until today.

But now, his injury has reached the point of accumulation and difficulty.

At this point, the words standing on the wall of the ring must be seen clearly, and Wu Pengwei was also informed.

For the "broken blade", half a year's dark cage life made him extremely painful. At this time, what he wanted most was freedom, even if he gave his life for it, he was willing to do so. The reason why he felt that he would fall here was mostly because there were too many killings accumulated in his early years, and the addition of retribution had such a bad result.

He really wants to put down the butcher's knife and return to his master, meditate and meditate every day, learn from the elders of those teachers, and understand the Tao and self-cultivation.

But everything seems impossible.

The "ghost whale" brothers are like the most cunning businessman of human beings. They are willing to give up when they want to blow up his value.

He is already desperate.

Fortely, a similar species suddenly appeared in front of him, which made him feel that there was another glimmer of life.

The "broken blade" held the mutilated knife and said in a low voice, "Kid, I thank you for your kindness, but as a martial artist, I will not be easily defeated by you. I will use all my strength to compete with you.

Wu Pengwei nodded with a solemn and solemn look.

The "broken blade" put the knife across his chest, and there was blood flowing in his left chest, but he didn't care at all. He quietly stared at Wu Pengwei not far in front of him, and his nose gradually became heavy.

Wu Pengwei heard the gradually aggravated breathing of the other party, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was as quiet as water. However, in the unknown spiritual world, the silver fog in his mind had already quietly started, and a circle of energy storms continued to spread.

Silver light is intertwined into a mirror, forming a clear water surface, in which countless human-shaped light and shadows flow endlessly.

These human-shaped light and shadows are densely covered with all kinds of light and the flow of qi and blood, and the combination is constantly disassembled.

In Wu Pengwei's spiritual world, the method of "chawei" has completely penetrated the distribution of the power of qi and blood all over the body. In just a few breaths, the breathing rhythm of the "broken blade" is completely mastered by him.

These breaths sometimes last for a long time, but sometimes they are rapid, but whether it is the former or the latter, they can drive the ups and downs of the power of qi and blood in the body, just like waves. Every ups and downs are to accumulate strength for the next impact.

This is the method of thunder and breath of "broken blade". It constantly regulates the accumulation of the power of qi and blood, and then bursts out far more power than usual in an instant.

This method of breathing is ancient and powerful, and it is one of several advanced techniques that have been passed down by the "Killing Sect".

The "broken blade" feels strange.

The teenager opposite looks only 17 or 18 years old, but his expression is sophisticated and calm, so that he can't feel a trace of impatience, especially a pair of eyes, calm and deep, without a trace of emotion.

He has only seen such a look on a few masters in the division.

That is the look that can be achieved by those who transcend the seven emotions and six desires of ordinary people and reach the profound realm of martial arts.

From the power of the qi and blood of the teenager in front of him, he can obviously feel that the strength of the other party is not strong, at most only the realm of the martial arts, which is obviously far from the masters of the master. In addition, what surprises him most is that the other party's breathing is gradually changing, which seems to be a little the same as his thunder. The ups and downs, even the rhythm is exactly the same.

"Is he also proficient in the method of thunder?"

Such a terrible idea flashed in my mind, which made the "broken blade" feel strange.

"Thunder breath" is the secret that the master does not pass on, and even he learned it inadvertently. It was the place where a master at the level of the sect was meditated and practiced when he fell into the valley. From that moment on, he learned the "angry Buddha" skill and the "Thunder" method from the stone wall.

But how did the teenager on the opposite know?

But his idea soon dissipated, because although the other party's breathing rhythm change was similar to his own, he could not master the essence of it.

The "broken blade" no longer hesitated. He bulged the power of qi and blood all over his body and waved a knife.

This knife is like an old monk clicing wood, slow and heavy, but it is this heavy knife that makes Wu Pengwei on the opposite side feel irresistible.

The "broken blade" emanates the power of qi and blood flashing like thunder, constantly bursting around. This is the bursting light that can only be possessed by the realm of ten thousand enemies. Unfortunately, his power of qi and blood is extremely weak, even less than half of the past.

The injury that had not been treated for half a year seriously hindered his skills, and he had three more games in a row, especially the last one, facing the warrior blue light of the "tiger shark" family and the warrior silver sword of the "silver dolphin" family.

The two may not be powerful, but the joint attack still brings serious damage to the weak broken blade. The last shot of the silver sword pierced the "broken blade" lung, making it difficult for him to breathe. Even the "thunder" method can only play a little of the effect of the past.

In this way, his strength can barely reach the level of a middle-level martial artist.

But even so, it also made Wu Pengwei feel great pressure.

A huge golden snake martial soul condensed on the top of the head of the "broken blade". When the martial soul condensed, it was also when the strength of the "broken blade" was exerted to the extreme. This knife refreshed his spirit, and it was no longer like the original image of twilight.

The golden knife is like thunder, which seems to be extremely slow but irresistible.

At this moment, Wu Pengwei breathed a long and far-reaching breath. In addition to swallowing according to the "thunder breath" method, the silver light fog in his mind also beat rapidly, and the circle of energy storm spread out like crazy, and the smoothness of the mirror quickly disassembling the other party's tricks and how to deal with it.

In Wu Pengwei's eyes, the knife spirit of "broken blade" and the power of his own qi and blood are combined into a narrow net, and the power of qi and blood on the Internet is well-proportioned and almost impeccable.

One instant brake, two instant brakes, and three instant brakes.

Just as the knife body was about to come, the "broken blade" let out a thunderous shout.

It was this drink that made his lungs lose blood, and the knife, which had increased a lot, slightly revealed an imperceptible flaw.

There is a small shortcoming on the narrow knife network, which was immediately caught by Wu Pengwei.

He also suddenly gave a break. The breathing similar to the "thunder breath" method failed to increase his qi and blood power, but accidentally increased the speed by half.

The ordinary steel knife in the hand came out of the sheath, and the silver power of qi and blood rose in the opposite direction like smoke. The lion-like martial soul image condensed out. The knife in the hand drew a strange arc, and the lightning-like back hair first stabbed on the other party's knife body.

"Ding" "Ding" "Ding"

Three crisp sounds flashed away. Wu Pengwei completed four movements in half an instant, and the power of qi and blood all over his body was also released in the last thorn.

The "broken blade" suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and it was difficult for the knife to enter another inch. All the attacks could not vent and turned back to himself in the opposite direction. The injury between the left chest suddenly burst, and the blood spring gushed out.

The "broken blade" retreated and then retreated, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole body was full of blood.

Unexpectedly, there was no trace of sadness on his face, but a smile on his face, kindly like a kind old man.

He sighed, as if he had put down the burden in his heart, reached into his arms, tore off a piece of skin, walked to Wu Pengwei, stuffed it into his hand, and said softly, "Young man, thank you."

After saying all this, the "broken blade" sat cross-legged, facing the east, closed his eyes, said "Amitabha", and then there was no sound.

Looking at the "broken blade" with a smile on his face, Wu Pengwei bowed and bowed, and then turned to the "Lady Tiger Shark" on the wall and shouted, "Madam, I won this game for you. You promised me a wish. I have no other request. I just hope to cremation this person and then give me the ashes."

"Mrs. Tiger Shark" had already been ecstatic and naturally agreed.

Only the white-faced ghost face is as heavy as water. He can't wait to chop Wu Pengwei into meat mud. Finally, this bet made him spit out half of the money he had earned before, but his face was hidden under the mask, which made people unable to see his anger.

After getting permission, Wu Pengwei carried the corpse with the broken blade out of the ghost building. The power of a flame ignited in his hand, drew a track in the air, rubbed the real flame, and fell on the corpse of the "broken blade", and gradually turned into ashes at the same time as the half-broken knife.

There is a luxurious sound in the ghost-faced building behind him, which is the sound of the water demon aristocrats enjoying singing and dancing and toys.

Wu Pengwei raised his head and silently looked at the end of the handover between the sea and sky in the distance. It was as far as a cloud, with no sadness or happiness.

(The five chapters have been issued in a row. As long as you give me more book reviews and collections and red tickets, I will update five chapters every day and will never break my promise)