Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 50, Breaking the cage with a knife
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 50: Breaking the Cage with One Sword
The curtain was raised, and the wind drifted in with snowflakes. The small fire made of dim and burning suddenly shrank, as if it was about to go out. The temperature inside the room dropped sharply, and the wetness spit out from the mouth and nose of the mother and son covered with leather mattress.
The air instantly turned into white mist, but it seemed that it did not wake up immediately.
The three black-clothed deacons of the Temple Judgment Department looked silently at the mother and son of the deserted man under the dark firelight. Listening to these two long breaths, they slowly walked forward, and their hands wrapped in black sleeves poked forward.
Suddenly the leather mattress was lifted up, and the woman in the desert had an extra small crossbow in her hand. She pointed at the black-clothed deacon in front and stumbled the crossbow machine. It turned out that she had woken up long ago, just waiting for a surprise attack.
Chance.
With a whoosh, a sharp crossbow arrow shot into the black-clothed deacon.
The black-clothed deacon's sleeves rolled up like a dark cloud suddenly coming.
After the crossbow arrow entered the sleeve cloud, it instantly became without a trace, and I don’t know where it went.
Immediately afterwards, a light lit up in the dark clouds of the sleeves of the deacon of the ruling officer. A very narrow and thin Taoist sword, controlled by the extremely exquisite mind power, pierced the flames on the weak fire and stabbed the wilderness.
Man and woman's chest.
However, for some reason, the woman's body suddenly tilted, and the narrow and thin sword did not pierce into her chest, but instead brushed her shoulder and flew over.
The woman's leather robe was torn open at the tip of the sword, and a very shallow wound appeared on the slightly dark skin inside. The injury was not too serious, as if her skin was harder than steel.
The three deacons of the ruling officers noticed the strangeness in the tent, and there was a sharp fluctuation of thought around them. Two of them looked into the dark corner, their eyes were dull. The previous deacon in black stretched out his sleeve and grabbed it in the air.
, dragged the little boy who had just woken up and still had no idea about his expression to his feet, recalled the Taoist sword, and stabbed the little boy in the throat with a silent and without hesitation.
The woman in the desert was knocked to the ground. Although the trauma was not serious, the strange power attached to the Taoist sword suddenly made her body weak. She watched her child be nailed to death on the ground by the narrow sword, but
He was unable to rescue him at all, and he couldn't help but let out a howl of pain and sadness like a dying mother beast.
With a shiny sound, the narrow, thin and sharp handleless Taoist sword directly penetrated the ground that was softened by the fire, turning into a very thin and round small black hole, disappearing.
The little boy from the desert was not dead. Just as the moment the Taoist sword stabbed down, it seemed as if there were invisible hands that grabbed the little boy's shoulders and dragged him away.
The deacon in black slowly turned his head and looked silently at the dark corner of the tent like his two companions. They had only heard two breaths before, and they did not expect that there were anyone else in the tent, but at this time they were very
It was certain that there were other enemies, because they heard the long breathing sounds in the corner.
Because the two people in the dark corner made them hear their breathing.
Ning Queyuguang noticed that at the moment before, Mo Shanshan's right hand hanging beside him gently moved, knowing that she had saved the little boy from the desert, so he had more confidence in what would happen later.
Mo Shanshan looked at the three men with their faces hidden in the black hat shadow at the curtain, and looked at their dark and heavy coats that hung to their feet, and naturally remembered the most disgusting or the most disgusting temple in Xiling Temple.
The fearful institution frowned slightly and said, "Are you deacons of the Judgment Department?"
The three black-clad deacons did not nod or answer, but just looked at her and Ning Que silently. Because of the light angle, they could not see their eyes, but they could clearly feel the coldness and power contained in silence.
Mo Shanshan frowned even more violently. She could understand the temple's vigilance against the deserted people, but she had not yet figured out why the deacon of the Judgment Office tried to kill the deserted people and his son. She secretly wondered if this couple was
Do the mother and son of the desert have more important identities in secret, which will affect the temple's affairs?
As a book fanatic who is one of the three fools in the world, she naturally would not be as afraid of the black-clothed deacon in the Judgment Department as ordinary Haotian believers, but she is a believer in Haotian, and her master is a guest of the temple. This trip goes deep into the wasteland.
He also followed the temple's edict, and of course he would not choose to be hostile to these three deacons.
To avoid possible misunderstandings, she decided to identify herself.
However, at this moment, the black-clothed deacon in the lead asked first: "Are you from Central Plains?"
The voice of this black-clad deacon was not hoarse and uglier as if it was rubbing against iron and stone, nor did it deliberately reveal the meaning of coldness and strength. It just kept talking quietly, but it made people feel a little cold.
Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned, and glanced at the mother and son of the deserted man who were protected by Ning Que. He thought that he guessed where the hostility of these deacons of the ruling officers came from, and explained gently: "Yes, but don't get me wrong."
Before he finished speaking, the leader of the black-clothed deacon shook his head and said without any emotion: "No misunderstanding."
The second black-clad deacon said coldly: "You are from Central Plains, but you are with the deserted people."
The third black-clothed deacon said coldly: "You did not kill these two deserted people, then you are either heresy who betrayed Haotian or the remnants of the Demon Sect."
The leader of the black-clothed deacon calmly concluded: "So there is no misunderstanding, you should die."
There is no pause between the three black-clothed deacons' sentences, and the connection is very natural and smooth, as if it has been said countless times, or it may be proved that these inferences are natural in their opinion, so there is no need to think about it.
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Ning Que was a little impressed by the crosstalk skills of these deacons of the ruling officers, and thought to himself why wasn't it so interesting when he saw Prince Longqing, the ruling officer, in Chang'an City?
He couldn't help laughing, looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "I said no one would believe it, but you didn't."
Then he looked at the three black-clad deacons and said, "If you want to be a deacon in the Judgment Department, do you have to recite the previous dialogues? It's really difficult to cooperate so well."
He spoke very seriously, so it sounded funny.
The three deacons of the Temple Judgment Department came to the depths of the wasteland and wanted to kill some wasteland, including the mother and son of the wasteland in the tent, whether they were for the glory of Haotian, for the peace and prosperity of the Central Plains, or for the temple.
All times, these deacons think that killing is a very serious matter.
However, Ning Que is good at making funny things serious, and is also good at making serious things funny. So the three black-clad deacons felt that their faith was unprecedentedly humiliated and were very angry.
The black hat covered his face and could not see the angry eyes, but the slightly trembling black clothes and the rapid fluctuations of the energy of heaven and earth in the tent all proved the anger of the deacons and the fact that they were about to take action.
Mo Shanshan looked at the three black-clad deacons expressionlessly and said, "We can explain."
The black-clothed deacon in the lead said without any emotion: "Snatch me and explain again."
As soon as the words were finished, the black-clothed deacon took a step forward, stretched out his slightly thin and pale hands and covered Ning Que's head with a high height. Countless extremely thin light golden light gushed out from his pale fingertips, instantly
It forms something similar to a birdcage, locking Ning Que's body in it.
Since the three deacons of the ruling officers appeared, Mo Shanshan had no big emotions on his face, because she believed that even if there was a misunderstanding, she and Ning Que would not suffer any loss. However, at this time, she saw the black-clad deacon between her fingers.
The faint golden light that spewed out was a little startled and said in a strange way: "Cage?"
The Fanchang Taoist method is one of the profound Taoist methods of the Haotian Taoist Sect. It is a secret that the Judgment Office does not pass on. It is said that the Fanchang Taoist method personally performed by the Judgment God Cat is close to the magical technique. This forced change the subtle direction of the heaven and earth's vitality, thereby controlling the opponent's activity space.
Once the Taoist Technique of the Temple is successfully used, it can deal with strong people with a realm that exceeds the two levels of the caster!
Seeing that the black-clothed deacon had easily used the cage Taoist method, Mo Shanshan was sure that the other party must be an important figure in the Judgment Department, and he couldn't help but frown and reminded: "Don't resist."
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The surface of the light was floating away from the extremely light gold, just like the twilight in the southern Central Plains at its peak. Ning Que looked at the thin lines not far away that were so thin that it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, and felt a very strange feeling in his heart.
, I always feel that these lines are not real, but I can clearly sense that the vital energy of heaven and earth around me has been split into many extremely small blocks, which seems very dangerous.
He has always been very cautious about the means that he cannot understand for the time being. He heard Mo Shanshan’s reminder and did not choose to take action immediately. He was just a little confused about the principle of this space control method. If it is a cage formed by cutting the space, then if it is directly
If it is used on the enemy, wouldn’t it be possible to directly cut the opponent into countless pieces of flesh and blood?
The deacon of the ruling officer did not do this, definitely not because the people in the temple were so kind, but because he could not do it at all. It means that this cage is not a real space Taoist law... In other words, it can control the real space.
The Taoism must be above the five realms, so how can it be so easy to encounter?
Ning Que looked at the subtle lines that were so close to him. With his excellent perceptual acuity, he tried to see the structure between these lines. He gradually discovered that the cage Taoist method was not about cutting the space, but affecting the fluctuations of the vital energy of heaven and earth.
, countless small turbulences formed around one's body.
If these turbulent energy flows are like wooden fences in the cell, they look indestructible, and there may be many thorns and iron nails hidden on it. If you force them to push them, your hands may be stabbed with blood.
Because he was thinking about these things, Ning Que's silence in the Wanchang Dao Dharma even seemed a little dull, but this did not mean that he decided to surrender. He just wanted to have more opportunities to observe, but he didn't know the actions of the Temple Judgment Office.
The style is really similar to his fighting style...
Before confirming that the enemy has no ability to counterattack, the deacons in the ruling department will never stop. The deacon in black raised his head slightly, and the flames reflected a pale and calm face. With a low silence, the thin white hands were heard.
A sudden light shone, and a dim phantom blasted at Ning Que's chest and abdomen trapped by Fan Lao.
The practitioner's snow mountain qi sea orifices are there. Once they are hit, the orifices are very likely to be destroyed. The dim phantom emitted by this black-clothed deacon obviously has extremely powerful power.
Looking at this scene, a rage of anger finally flashed in Moshan's eyes as clear as Donghu.
But she didn't have time to take action.
Because Ning Que took action first.
A very clear and stunning sword light flashed by, illuminating the dim tent. Before this sword light, whether it was the small fire that was about to be extinguished or the golden cage between the black-clothed deacon's palm, it became extremely dim.
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Park Dao's blade slashed straight in front of her. The sharp edge of the knife touched the light gold lines, making a sound, as if it was about to be melted. Seeing that the blade would be damaged by the light gold lines, the slender Pu Dao's blade face
The dense runes on the long-silenced suddenly lit up!
A sharp rune power gushed out from the knife surface, easily defeating the power of the bride-clothed deacon's divine light hidden in the Dao Dharma, and shattering the seemingly magical and powerful light gold lines.
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Thousands of extremely subtle and crisp breaking sounds sounded densely almost at the same time, just like thousands of barbarian iron pianos being broken at the same time, or like thousands of iron centipedes and kites having broken strings at the same time.
Smack sex...
The thousand golden threads of the cage Taoist Dharma were blown into chaotic trunks by the sword wind, floating around, without any power.
The reason for this situation is not because the cage Taoist law of the Temple Judgment Department is only a false reputation, but because this black-clothed deacon is not enough to display the real cage. It is not because Ning Que suddenly jumped into the upper realm of the Cave Xuan from Fortune.
It is because his Park Knife and the runes on the Knife were created by two senior brothers from Houshan.
The Master personally passed on the wisdom and realm of his disciples, how could he be compared to an important unknown figure in the ruling of the ruling?
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Breaking the cage with one knife is just the beginning.
Ning Que is even more amazing than the ruling department. Once he starts to take action, he will rarely stop without seeing life and death.
So the sword light that broke the cage and cut the golden thread into trunks. Without a moment of obstacle, he came to the black-clothed deacon.
The sword light illuminated the pale face of the deacon in black.
A very slight silver needle pierced into his eyes at some point, leaving only a little tail shining.
The black-clothed deacon had no time to exhale the pain, and was too late to be shocked by the delicate control of the heaven and earth energy of the young man opposite. He only had time to find that the mind power he had just condensed was dissipated by the severe pain in his mind.
Then he was cut into two pieces by the knife light that was diagonally downward.
The two bodies have not separated for the time being, only a clear blood line.
Die simply and neatly.
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The second black-clothed deacon retreated quickly, waved his hands in front of him, and sprinkled divine lines.
Ning Que abandoned the knife, slid his body and jumped up like a monkey, avoiding those dangerous lines and jumping over the other party.
A touch of clothes fell.
Ning Que stretched out his hands, and his fingertips clenched the face of the deacon in black, and his knees rushed towards the other party's sternum like lightning.
With a crisp sound, the black-clothed deacon's sternum was broken.
Taking advantage of the momentum of rushing forward, the two of them fell over the snow outside the tent.
Ning Que made a mistake in his hands and twisted his cervical spine.
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The pale hands of the third black-clad deacon had quietly arrived behind Ning Que, and the light in his palms was as if it was a fierce burning flame.
Ning Que ignored it.
The divine light like flames in the palm of the black-clothed deacon instantly turned into real flames.
More than just hands.
Under the black clothes, the deacon's entire body burned.
It instantly turns into coke.
After a moment, it turned into ashes.
The black-clothed deacon suit was no longer supported and slowly fell to the ground.
Ning Que looked back at Mo Shanshan and smiled, walked back to the tent and picked up the Pu knife on the ground.
The body of the black-clothed deacon who died first slowly separated at this time. Blood gushed out like a flood, slowly flowing out of the tent, making the white snow on the field blood red.
I don’t know when the clouds in the sky dispersed again and the stars were clear.
The world is pale.
Mo Shanshan's face was also a little pale.
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(I finally finished a paragraph and started writing when I got home. I felt that I had recovered a lot. I hope everyone liked it. I feel that this sentence is like what the singer said...)