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Chapter 2 first quarter

Heavy rain in the night. Mountain torrents broke out, and the rapid landslides destroyed and submerged half of the mountain forest, and the entrained boulders easily ran over the dilapidated trees.The deafening rubbing sound of rolling stones is like a thousand tigers roaring together, like a black monster in the unknown chaos. The earth cried out in anger. Suddenly, a bluish-white flash of thunder broke out of the clouds, and the earth became daylight for a moment. Lightning strikes the tall beech trees. Unexpectedly, a black shadow like a vulture rushed towards a small gray spot on the ground with incredible speed.

There was a bang, and thick gray smoke rose from the broken part of the beech tree, mixed with crackling red flames. "Brother, why?" A monk-like character with no resentment in his tone. Ten feet away from the monk, a bloody severed arm was lying on the scorched ground, beating and beating. Reflected in the monk's pupils, the monk wearing the black ascetic monastery uniform. The black-clothed monk's cheeks were sunken like dead wood, and his eyes looked as determined as a devil, but they were extremely dull. The gray-clothed monk sighed, and didn't reach out to seal the blood point on the severed arm at all. After a little refreshment, the meridian naturally and quietly shifted from the body, and the wound immediately stopped bleeding.

There is only one kind of martial art in the world that can achieve such a mysterious concentration and control of acupoints. The silent black monk's robe was drenched by the heavy rain, showing the thin skeleton hidden inside. However, the black-clothed monk took a step slowly, and his seemingly ordinary footprints stepped on the soft wet soil. Countless raindrops within a foot of the surrounding were suspended in the air in amazement; on the other heel, countless raindrops in the air , suddenly stirred up in all directions. Internal strength has reached such a state, it is no longer the category of human beings.

The black-clothed monk's sleeves are bulging, revealing five fingers forming a dustpan. The rain is getting heavier. It was another thunderstorm.
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