Gold Medal Doctor 3 MTL (301-540)

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450. Chapter 450
     "If you want to fight, why not turn around?"

     Zi Kill said coldly, without any waves on his face.

     He chose to embark on the Shura Road himself, and his heart was already ready.

     Once a choice is made, there will be no regrets.

     "Sin Zai, Zai Zai, if the donor is stubborn, the Buddha will not save you."

     Master Cloth shook his head, knowing such a result, there was no special accident.

     The king of the assassin is naturally extremely determined. If he is moved by one sentence, he will not sit on the throne of the killer world.

     He had long heard of the fierce name of the hero of the Hall of Heroes, but he didn't expect that he was just a woman's subordinate.

     He couldn't even imagine what kind of woman this could be, so that he could let the cold-blooded and ruthless King of Killers take orders from her willingly?

     When he came here, he guessed Zi Zi's identity, but he couldn't guess where his master was.

     "The way I want to go, God stops killing God, Buddha stops destroying Buddha!"

     The purple killing words seemed to set off a gust of wind and roared past, making everyone shudder.

     "The donor's heart is too heavy, let the poor monk once you."

     Master Cloth is compassionate and takes Pudu sentient beings as his responsibility.  However, the Buddha is not a panacea, even if he has the heart, the other party has no intention.

     He said a mantra in his mouth, and each golden mantra symbol condensed out, and he went towards the purple kill.

     Buddhism's mantras are inherently techniques for restraining the purple killing. Master Buyi is an old senior monk among the Buddhism who once listened to the scriptures before the Buddha. The Dharma is not comparable to these monks.

     He happened to pass by this sandalwood puja, thinking that this was a good thing, he did not refuse the invitation.

     "Master, the truth hasn't been ascertained yet, so just do it, but it's not the monks."

     Xue Luange knew that the master clother was not weak, and he didn't let Zi kill to face him, so as not to inspire his dormant murderousness, and it would be more difficult to clean up.

     No one saw when she shot, only to see a white shadow flash, white snow fell suddenly, surrounding the body of Zishen.

     At the next moment, the white snowflakes covered the golden Buddha mantra. The picture looked beautiful, and the thrilling strength was duel, silenced.

     No one doubted the strength of Master Cloth, but his Buddhist mantra did not cause any movement, and disappeared strangely.

     That's right, it disappeared out of thin air, without any trace, and disappeared silently with the falling snow.

     The master clother couldn't help turning his head to look at Xue Luange. The woman was very low-key, covered by a thin gauze, she couldn't see her appearance, but she could see her beautiful silhouette.

     Her temperament is as fresh as snow, giving a sense of a harmless weak woman, but it is such a woman who raised his hand and cast off his curse lightly.

     "Miss."

     Zisha saw Xue Luange standing beside her, even if she didn't have the tall, slender body as she was, she was no less than a man.