Chapter 156 The Sword Technique that Burns Everything
My narration is not quite right Chapter 156: The sword technique that burns everything
Wang Ren looked confused: "What about the flying boat? Besides, it won't help to fill in a few soldiers under a certain command..."
"Who asked you to confront each other head-on? I'll outflank you from behind and knock them all unconscious..." Ning Yan stopped and watched for a while, and saw that the group of passengers below were like crazy people, their heads were broken and bleeding, and they were crawling out.
He couldn't bear to say: "It's better to break off your hands and feet if you can't knock him out, than to lose your life."
"As for Sikong Jian, he is at the ferry."
Wu Qing quickly stepped forward, tugged on his sleeves, and whispered: "How do you know? Don't talk nonsense about this kind of information..."
Ning Yan turned her head and grabbed a handful in the air with one hand, "Try it and see how it feels."
Not only Wu Qing, but others also subconsciously followed suit. Suddenly someone exclaimed: "It's a little stickier than before, like it's caught in water."
Ning Yan said firmly: "That's right, I'm 90% sure."
This familiar sticky feeling, as well as the sweet and strange smell hidden in the wind, are the signs of the Three Yang Blood Sacrifice.
"But you, Si Tianjian, have been fighting with the Wusheng Cult for so long, and you don't even know about the Sanyang Blood Sacrifice?"
Wu Qing was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Zhu Miao'er, who also shook his head.
"Where did you hear this?"
"I..." Ning Yan opened his mouth to speak, and the figure of Gu Da Guotou flashed past in his mind, but it was not the time to delve into this issue right now, so he immediately said: "Let's talk about it when we have the opportunity in the future. Let's find a way to catch it first.
Live in Sikongjian."
Ning Yan had never been sure about Sikong Jian's purpose before. The mission of Tianyi Pavilion was very clear, which was to assassinate or capture Princess Youqing alive. He originally thought that Wusheng Cult was like this, but Sikong Jian could have done it directly on the flying boat.
Why wait until Qizhou Crossing to launch the Three Yang Blood Sacrifice?
It wasn't until he saw the strange behavior of the flag-bearing boy through the sky that he realized that he was exactly the same as the madman he met while eating hot pot.
He couldn't help but come to a chilling conjecture. It seemed that those who had killed Liansheng Taoist soldiers were at risk of being assimilated. In this way, when Sikong Jian let the madman riot in the restaurant, he might not have infected the whole middle deck cabin.
His plan was just bad luck and it happened to fall into his hands.
Of course, there must be other restrictions on this kind of bg's magical power, otherwise Ning Yan would have become Sikong Jian's dog long ago, but this does not prevent Sikong Jian from using Liansheng Taoist soldiers to kill everyone. If he is not stopped, it won't take long.
The entire Qizhou Crossing will fall into his hands.
At that time, he will urge these elite soldiers to attack Bianjing City...
This is simply shitting on Emperor Zhou’s head.
It's just that Ning Yan still has something unknown. When he made some big news in Mingzhou City, thousands of miles away, he was immediately found out. Now Sikong Jian is almost dancing in the face of Lord Wudou Xing. They are
Can you still sit still?
"Ning Yan, look at the sky!"
An exclamation brought Ning Yan back to reality. He looked up and saw that the sky was clearly clear just now. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a terrifying scene of black clouds destroying the city. The thick clouds were getting lower and lower, and blue, red and white colors were faintly visible inside.
The divine light flashes alternately.
Everyone felt that their heartbeats were speeding up uncontrollably, and each beat was short and powerful, like a snare drum before a charge.
Something is coming!
Finally, as the dark clouds completely engulfed the sun, a human face magnified countless times suddenly appeared in the sky, breaking through the clouds and towering over the world.
No matter how courageous Wu Qing is, seeing this scene, his legs will feel a little weak.
This is clearly a magical power that can only be used by the great master of Lian Shen Guan——
Dharma, heaven and earth!
The hole in that human face reflected a void, as if it were a god who was indifferent to all living beings. Everyone who was swept by his gaze trembled.
This is no longer an opponent of the same level, and the gap cannot be made up by the number of people... Many people have thoughts like this in their minds, and they simply cannot raise the will to fight against them.
Yes, everyone says that Sikong Jian has a fifth-level cultivation level, but no one has ever really fought against him, so who knows if he has any hidden clumsiness.
What if he is really a great master?!
"My hometown is empty, and I sigh at the impermanence of the world. Everyone, why don't you quickly take refuge in the Inanimate Mother and comprehend the true Dharma with me?"
The deafening eight-character mantra completely defeated everyone's minds. Many soldiers could hardly lift their weapons under this pressure, and the chilling air condensed above the military formation was crumbling.
The situation in the main wheelhouse was not much better. Ning Yan turned around suddenly and looked around. Fear, flinching, despair... Various emotions were played on everyone's faces one after another. Even a tough guy like Cui Huaipo was not there.
The thought of speaking.
After all, he underestimated the intimidating power of the third level. Even if it was just suspected of being a third level, it would force mortals not to dare to take a step beyond the limit.
"What a generous act, Sikongjian."
Ning Yan sighed. He knew very well that the other party was bluffing, but at this juncture, there was no time to sort out other people's emotions.
His boyhood gradually lit up with different colors of yin and yang, and his momentum suddenly increased with every step he took. When he reached the edge of the flying boat, the burning energy in his body was as real as the essence: "Between you and me, we should also be like each other.
It’s over.”
Ning Yan didn't know to what extent the Sanyang Blood Sacrifice had strengthened Sikong Jian, and he didn't know if he could take this move, but his mood was as peaceful as ever.
Whether it is Si Tianjian or Wu Shengjiao, to be honest, it has nothing to do with him. As a time traveler, he has no self-consciousness as a person of the Great Zhou Dynasty, such as any sense of social responsibility, loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, and whether the Great Zhou Dynasty will fall
What does death have to do with him?
But not everything in the world can be weighed by stakes. There was a fire in his eyes, vowing to burn out all the injustice in his heart. He spent so much time and difficulty cultivating his own personality. If possible,
He wants to keep it.
What is youthful spirit?
Four words, pleasure and gratitude.
The huge human face still showed no emotion. Faced with the provocation of the ants on the ground, he turned his eyes slightly and said the words like thunder: "I thought you were a material that could be made, but you were ignorant."
As soon as he said these words, the situation suddenly changed, and the turbulence in mid-air condensed into a giant black finger, rushing towards Ning Yan with the force of Mount Tai!
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The flying boat was extremely small compared to this finger, let alone the tiny Ning Yan. In his sight, the giant finger falling from the sky quickly enlarged, almost toppling the entire world.
Ning Yan took a deep breath, and his peaceful mood suddenly became violent. The laziness between his brows was swept away, replaced by a strong murderous aura.
Like a tiger coming out of the gate, like a dragon returning to the sea.
"You think you're a prisoner of the wilderness!"
Between the lightning and flint, Ning Yan had already flown to the top of the clouds, and the phantom of the fire phoenix emerged from his body. Behind him grew a pair of bright red wings several feet long, like a phoenix reborn from blood, launching a decisive battle against the unattainable gods in the sky.
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"Chilong!"
The thick clouds were no longer dominated by the blue, red and white divine light, and suddenly purple thunder arose, and the dragon shadow leaped, disturbing the dark clouds.
"Autumn water!"
As soon as the roar started, the thick armor wrapped in the outer layer unfolded in sequence, and under the pull of the machine, it reorganized into a strange weapon in the shape of a ship-cutting knife. The spiritual patterns engraved on the body burst out with dazzling brilliance.
Ning Yan poured all his energy into the edge of the sword and rushed towards the giant finger without hesitation. There was darkness in front of him, but so what if there was no sun.
Then let him become the new sun.
"Watch out! This move is called the Raging Sun Sword Style!"
This sword burned everything Ning Yan had.
You have understood the meaning of the Raging Sun Sword】