"This game can be considered a draw."

Tuya Weiren stood up and said to Lan Sui. At this time, he couldn't tell whether it was helpless or glad that the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

Compared to him, Lan Sui on the opposite side seemed much simpler at this moment. He saw his eyes drooping at the sea, as if he was still looking for the vitality that would not appear under this explosion.

Looking at Lan Suihao for a long time, Tuwu Weiren frowned slightly and said to Lan Sui:

"I said this fight..."

Before Tuya Weiren finished speaking, she was interrupted by Lan Sui, "Your decision on the outcome of this victory or defeat is based on the fact that both sides are dead."

Subconsciously, he felt something was wrong, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that such a result would not be possible. After all, he was not at the center of this explosion, and he was almost desperate to face the huge vigil just now.

Then, how could the two people in the center of the storm survive? So he blurted out:

“This is nature.”

After the words came, Yaji Ran's face suddenly changed, and he instantly explored the depths of the sea. Then he raised his eyebrows and his anger flashed in his eyes. The old fox, Abe Harumaki, was like a fan, covering his face with a smile.

"That means that as long as one side survives, it is the winner."

Lan Sui said this, even if Tuwu Weiren was stupid, he knew that the situation that he should have set had changed that he had not expected.

But the previous words have been expressed, and if he is in the political arena, he will regret it. But in this super-martial battlefield, not to mention that there are personnel from his special affairs office present, what will they think of if they say something and lick it back?

Tuya Weiren felt that there seemed to be two knives behind him, a soft knife floating on his back, and he didn't know when it was cut off. The other one was a steel knife, which was already pressed against his skin. The two knives, one hard and one soft, were both very uncomfortable and breathless.

The only people in the Tuya know that they are still too inflated. They came out to take charge of the overall situation just after winning a game, but ended up falling into such a situation where people are not inside and outside.

But, since that's the case, you have to make a choice, so it's better to choose what you have already intended.

"Yes, since that's the case, the one who can survive is naturally the winner of this game."

"snort!"

A cold snorkeling came from Yashiran. At the same time, it also scared Touya Weiren into a cold sweat. He knew that he had offended the people of the Three Artifacts Family. However, since he wanted to escape from the control of the family and religion and be independent of his special affairs, then it would be a matter of time.

Thinking of this in my heart, my trembling calf could stand up a little straight.

At this time, Lan Sui, who received the accurate answer from Tuya, shouted to the sea with a cold face:

"I heard it? Climb out by yourself."

Everyone looked at the sea. After one minute, two minutes, three minutes, there was nothing unusual except for a few waves.

Is this really alive?

Of course, this question is only available to Xun and Tuwu. In fact, as long as people explore their spiritual senses to the bottom of the sea, they can now detect it, as if a piece of meat is crawling out of the sea little by little in a crawling manner. Although the posture is very ugly, it is even a bit unbearable. Seeing that Lan Sui doesn't interfere and does not allow others to interfere, she can only use this method to survive.

Otherwise, you might be drowned.

Another five minutes later, "Crash." With the sound of water coming from the sea, a piece of meat that could barely be called a figure appeared from the sea.

The originally soft hair became scattered, and the arms and thighs were twisted into a strange angle, with pink muscles and white bones visible to the naked eye. Half of the originally beautiful face had been destroyed.

"Master Benten!"

The green running lamp dragged his tired body and was about to go down. However, Lan Sui pulled it and threw the green running lamp to Xun, and he came to the sea.

Standing in front of Benten, looking at her miserable appearance, she didn't look any pity in her eyes. She even asked with a cold face:

"Is it fun?"

Benten didn't know if he didn't answer or could not answer her. However, she struggled to turn her neck little by little, as if she didn't want to or dared to face him.

Lan Sui finally squatted down and turned her face with her hands, without caring about her half-destroying and terrifying face. She looked at him with only one eyeball. The stubbornness and sorrow in her eyes were clearly visible. However, Lan Sui did not try to comfort her, but instead continued with a cold face and said:

"You are not worthy of using a sword."

As he said that, he took the paper fan she had been holding tightly in her hand in an almost snatch way.

"You, your soul is fading..." Benten roared at Lan Sui angrily with his hoarse throat.

Facing Benten's anger, he didn't care. He played with the folding fan in his hand, as if he was talking to himself, saying: "The sword is not a knife. Even if he has withdrawn from the battlefield and gave way to the knife, and even the sword has become a decoration, no matter how the world changes, the sword is still a sword, and the sword has two peaks. Therefore, when he holds a sword against the enemy, in addition to killing and hurting people, he also has a sword for self-reflection."

After saying that, Lan Sui waved his hand and a light blue scroll emerged.

"I don't expect you to understand this truth now, but since you chose the sword as your weapon when I was training you, I hope you will understand it in the end.

Go, while treating the wound, it will also calm your mind."

After saying that, Benten sank into the scroll until his whole body disappeared from the scroll Lan Sui then stood up. At the same time, the scroll disappeared.

Of course, in the eyes of the rest of the people, Benten disappeared inexplicably. This method that cannot be detected by the land level makes people very afraid. However, the person in front of him has already used various methods, and it can only be said that he is accustomed to it.

After all, the special office is different from the other party. Ikuko Kurosaki.

Such strange and unpredictable methods are not many in the world, but they are definitely not small.

Lan Sui stood up and looked up at the earthen house in the sky and asked:

"Can you redefine the second victory or defeat?"

Although he was still timid, Tuya Weiren, who had made up his mind, nodded and said:

"The second game, Benten won. Currently, three games, one win and one lose, and the third game is the final battle of the final victory or defeat in this game."

Lan Sui clicked the point and got the result he wanted.

"The person in my third game is self-evident. It depends on who you want to send to the game." After that, Lan Sui returned to his group.

Before he could speak, Xun grabbed his cheek.

"What are you doing~" Lan Sui asked helplessly.

"It's nothing, it's just that you're not used to your serious expression." As he said that, he used some force to lift Lan Sui's flesh upwards.

In response to this, Lan Sui could only roll his eyes a few times, and at the same time he sighed psychologically: He is worthy of being his natural enemy.

Lan Sui and Xun had a little fight and were about to turn around and explain something to the old man in the temple, but the robe behind him was pulled a few times.

Looking back, it was Qing Xinglan Ting pulling his clothes.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Master Benten." The sound of the green running lamp was very low.

"Um."

"She will cry."

"Oh." Lan Sui nodded expressionlessly.

"Do you want to send you over to comfort me?"

"Actually, it will be much better if you go." Qing Running Ding Deng whispered.

As soon as these words were said, Xun on the other side looked at Lan Sui and suddenly something was wrong.

After rolling his eyes in his heart, Lan Sui looked at the green running lamp and said, "Since you don't want to go, then forget it. You are not a child, just cry~"

"She is!" Qing Running Ding nodded vigorously, "She is just a child!"

"..." Lan Sui couldn't reply to this, and turned around and didn't want to pay attention to the words of Qing Running Lamp.

After lowering his eyes, Qing Running Ding knew that this might be hopeless. Lord Lan Sui was very unusual for Lord Benten. This was something that he could only discover when he was with Benten and then with Lan Sui.

How could Lord Benten allow his weak look to be seen by his former subordinates, let alone the rest of the people. But Lan Sui is different. If Lan Sui goes, Lord Benten will actually cry.

But, this cannot be done.

...

"I will go and see her after this matter is over."

Qingxingdeng suddenly looked up and saw Lan Sui's back chatting with the old man in the temple, but his eyes were blurred.

Oh, why did I cry first?

...........

On the other hand, in the camp of the special affairs office, although there is only one person in Lan Sui's camp to be sent out to fight, the special affairs office, which seems to be crowded, is actually not much different.

The special affairs office, family, and sect had already formed a tacit understanding without realizing it. Each of the three parties sent one person to fight.

As a result, the special case won one game first, and the family lost, and it was naturally the turn of the sect in the end. Today, there was only one person representing the sect.

Monk Yifeng.

If Lan Sui is here, he will naturally come forward.

The two of them walked out of their respective camps and stood opposite each other. In the eyes of the off-site personnel, they really felt strange. Both of them were old men in their 80s and were both monks. This duel seemed a bit destined, so it was considered destined.

The two of them in the scene were not like in the film and television dramas of the Chuanghua Family. When the monks met, they would chant the Buddha's name "Amitabha" and so on. Both of them bowed in a very plain manner, holding rosary beads in their hands, and a faint smile on their faces.

The robes they wore were slightly different, of course this was normal. After all, there were actually many sects in Japan, including countless sects of all sizes. The robes they wore, scriptures and rituals all had slight differences. Basically, the two monks could almost guess their respective sects when they met.

The current situation is that the two monks stood there, each with their eyes closed and their Buddhist beads turned, as if they had no intention of taking action.

In fact, the current situation makes both leaders smile helplessly. It always feels that it makes people feel a strong sense of guilt by involving such an alien on this battlefield.

But, what can I do?

Buddhism is afraid of causes, and people are afraid of results.
To be continued...