Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 89, Enchanted (14)
The old monk was sternly -sound, and the hands that clamped the blade like a white muna suddenly trembled at a high speed at a high speed.
A substantial force rushed up the blade, and suddenly met the Haoran sword in the blade of Ning Que.
A loud noise!
The dim dust in the dark hall, the bone mountain collapsed, the broken bones and the bone dandruff are like garbage. They were rolled around and danced around.
Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu in the coma were also shocked by this powerful impact force to the corner.
After decades of preferentially, the breath of heaven and earth kept repairing the broken body of Master Lian Sheng, helping him to restore the realm of the realm at a terrible speed. First of all, the horrible power is the spiritual power.
These world atmosphere is also absorbed by Ning Que, and then converted into the vitality in his body, and eventually became a powerful force he had never experienced before.
In the end, the comparison is still time. It depends on whether Ning Que can grab the old monk before returning to the strong enough, and he becomes strong enough to kill the other party thoroughly.
Therefore, Ning Que did not use the tuber in the bag, and did not use the 13th arrows, because these methods needed the breath of heaven and earth to achieve some strength, and their own thoughts were not disturbed by the opponent's mental power.
In this case, he believes most and can only believe in the three knives behind him. The three of them killed from Mount Mountain to Weicheng from Weicheng to Chunfeng Pavilion.
However, it is a pity that it is a means of absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth. Master Lian Sheng, as the older veteran of the Magic Sect, is a wonderful and realm of this means.
The gap between the two sides of the battle is too large, and time will no longer become fair. Ning Ning failed to stab the opponent to death. As time slowly and could not stop the passage, the situation became more and more unfavorable to him.
He obviously felt that his body was stronger than before, but his hand holding the handle of the Pu knife trembled weakly. It was almost impossible to hold the handle, because the power from the blade is almost better than himself!
He looked up and saw the indifferent eyes of the old monk.
The encounter of the two did not have a destruction effect when they met on the blade before they met on the blade. Instead, they were gentle and quiet like a dew rolled from the lotus leaves, falling into the lake and ripples.
Water waves are open, which is a new world.
There was a voice of Master Lian Sheng's compassion in the night sky.
"This is my world."
Ning Que looked at the hundreds of millions of stars inlaid on the night, silent, knowing that his knowledge of the sea was finally invaded by the scary spirit of the old monk, and finally understood the real spiritual strong in the world.
The ground is definitely their world. Both power and consciousness will be in their control.
The night dome suddenly shook, without cracking, but the hundreds of millions of stars inlaid in the middle of it. Those stars broke through the sky, dragging the long tail to smash the wasteland in front of him.
The frost grass is covered with the soil, or it is burned into ash by high temperature.
He knows what this picture represents.
The hundreds of millions of stars fell from the night are the spiritual power of Master Lian Sheng. The wasteland and grass trees that were bombarded and moaning were his knowledge.
Cerebrate Hai will be broken, and then he will die or become an ignorant and ignorant waste.
Ning Que stood in the wilderness, looking at the wildfire caused by the stars hitting the ground in the distance, and at the terrifying pit in the wasteland nearby. He did not dust off the black mud on his body, and did not avoid it, because he did not know how to avoid it.
At the risk of being punished by heaven, I just inherited the mantle of my junior uncle, and I saw that I could survive from death, but in the end I fell into such a desperate situation and was about to die. Is this really fate? Is it really Haotian's curse?
His mood was cold, and he even felt real despair. However, deep in the despair, there was still a strong unwillingness and a strong desire to smash all these stars.
As if some being in the dark sensed his strong unwillingness and desire, a very faint shadow slowly spread over his head, covering his whole body.
He looked at the shadow in front of him and his own shadow deeper in the shadow, and turned around suddenly.
There is nothing in the wasteland behind.
There is only one statue.
A black statue.
The statue seemed to be either a human being or a certain god. Because its back was facing the light, its face and body were immersed in deep shadows, making it impossible to see clearly.
The stars in the night sky are still falling.
Billions of stars kept hitting the wasteland and became more and more dense, gradually annihilating Ning Que's body.
And just after the black statue appeared, the falling stars, as if moths seeing the flames were strongly attracted by an invisible force, swooped towards the black statue one after another.
The previously astonishing stars collided with the huge black statue, faintly like inconspicuous fireflies.
Billions of stars are like a group of weak fireflies, which keep colliding and flashing out a faint firelight.
All the weak firelight was absorbed by the black statue.
The black statue gradually heated up, and then turned red all over, as if coated with a layer of blood.
It should be very hot, right?
Ning Que looked at the huge statue with a bewildered expression and thought like this.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. He looked down and saw wisps of green smoke coming out of his belt, as if it was about to burn. Something inside was extremely hot!
Ning Que returned to the real world.
Only then did he realize that the old monk had pushed the blade out of his chest a few inches, and the hard handle of the knife had reached his waist, pressing against something in his belt. The thing was so hot that it seemed to be burning! It was maddening.
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Ning Que stared at the old monk's crystal warm but cold eyes, held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and pushed forward violently!
Blood dripped from the corners of his lips like a waterfall.
He roared in pain and stepped deeply into the bluestone floor with his feet like nails. He leaned forward and pressed the hard object around his waist against the handle of the knife. He put his entire weight on it and pushed the blade forward another inch.
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The old monk looked at the blade that was slowly going deep into his chest, with an incredible look in his eyes.
His mental power touched Ning Que's body and disappeared instantly, like a mud cow entering the sea. Moreover, the speed of this loss was extremely alarming. However, in an instant, his sea of consciousness was mostly empty!
Using magic skills to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth relies on the control of pure mind power. At this time, the mind power in the sea of consciousness is gradually drying up. The vitality of heaven and earth floating in the demon palace naturally no longer enters his body, but flows towards Ning Que.
The body floats away!
The old monk clearly felt that the power came from the blade of both hands suddenly increased.
He glanced at Ning Que, then looked down at his waist.
A sharp friction sound.
It's like the lake breeze brushes the lotus leaves softly.
The sharp blade cut off a few fingers and slowly fell down.
Pure white lotus, petals fall off.
Ning Que snorted, the Pu Dao in his hand stabbed violently, accompanied by Pei Ran Mo Yu's Hao Ran's sword, and the bright blade stunned into the chest of the old monk, directly through his heart.