Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 42 Borrowing the Light for a Moment
Volume 3: The Evening Autumn Chapter 42: Borrowing a Moment of Light
The trembling buzzing sound kept ringing around the black carriage. Each buzzing sound represented a sharp flying sword. When Ning Que cut off a flying sword with one knife, the fallen knights confirmed that this name was
Mr. Thirteen of the Academy was extremely sensitive to the changes in the aura of heaven and earth. No matter how they hid the traces of the flying sword, they could not escape his eyes. So they changed their tactics in an extremely ruthless manner, no longer trying to hide the traces of the flying sword, but
Try to output your mind power, and strive to make every flying sword emit the greatest power.
However, for Ning Que, this kind of tactic has no meaning. After practicing Haoranqi, he was not comparable to ordinary practitioners, whether it was his physical strength or strength. He wandered around the black carriage and occasionally took a knife.
A sword light will lit up in the autumn rain around you, and a flying sword will be knocked away.
No one, let alone any sword, could enter a foot in front of him. This was the powerful battle technique of the sword saint Liu Bai mentioned to him by Master Yan Se.
Ning Que not only understood the truth of a foot in front of him, but also realized the sword intent of the sword saint Liu Bai through Ye Hongyu's thin paper. Now his sword technique is beyond the sharp and simple, more
There are many magnificent and irresistible powers, as well as the sword intent that is taken for granted and particularly strange.
No one can get close to him, he can get close to others, the liquid condensed from Haoran gas in his body rotates at high speed, constantly releasing Haoran gas, stepping into the muddy grass with his right foot, splashing a large piece of mud and water.
His man dragged a afterimage out of the air and instantly came to a fallen knight.
With a puff, the blade in his hand pierced into the depths of the fallen knight's thigh, then pulled it out like lightning, Haoran's gas turned again, rushing more than ten feet, and returning to the black carriage again.
At this moment, a degenerate leader glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que's face turned pale, and he felt that the sea of consciousness was in turmoil and uneasy, as if he was about to stir up huge waves. Only then did he realize that this degenerate commander was actually a rare master of thought.
There are not many people in the world who have stronger mind power than Ning Que. Especially after receiving the fragments of consciousness that Master Liansheng had met before his death in the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, they became Master Nian's innate nemesis, even the Tao of Hangkong Temple.
Master Shi was unable to defeat him in the spiritual world, let alone this person.
Ning Que glanced at the degenerate commander.
The powerful mind power in his sea of consciousness directly erased the mind power that this person attacked.
The degenerate commander suddenly turned pale, and he let out a giggle and vomited. The food in his stomach mixed with blood was sprayed out of his mouth and nose, looking extremely miserable.
During the battle, Ning Que's mysterious and unspeakable body movements had already shocked everyone. It is recognized by the world of cultivation that Master Nian had to have an absolute advantage in fighting the same realm, but he just saw the depravity.
The commander took a look and suffered a serious backlash, which shocked everyone and could not imagine it.
Ning Que is indeed only at the peak of Dongxuan’s cultivation level.
But he has too many unique skills, including the uncle's great energy, Liu Bai's sword intent, the body of the powerful man in the Demon Sect, Lian Sheng's consciousness, and the talisman skills inherited from Master Yan Se, now he
It has even exceeded the invincible category below Zhiming, and has already possessed the strength that is almost Zhiming. (-< >-net.)
In other words, even if you face an ordinary master of the realm of Knowing the Destiny, Ning Que would not have any fear, and he was even 40% sure that he could cut the other party under the knife.
However, these Fallen Knights do have considerable strength, especially their cooperation in combat is extremely tacit, regardless of body movements, footsteps, or even breathing, as if they are following the same frequency.
Fighting with these fallen knights is like fighting someone.
Whenever Ning Que relies on his superhuman body skills, he seems to be trying to kill a person, a flying sword always attacks from a very steep angle, and some even block them directly with their arms. In order to cover up their companions, these were sentenced to sinners by the Xiling Temple.
The fallen knights actually spared no effort to live or die, as if they had extremely noble qualities.
It is precisely for this reason that Ning Que has injured several people in just a few moments since the war started. However, except for using his mental power to backfire, he was unable to make any enemy's combat power disappear.
Even so, Ning Que believed that he could kill all these people, or use up all of them, including the powerful peak of the Cave Xuan Realm, as long as he had enough time. However, he knew better that he was actually
He was fighting with that person, and that person had never taken action yet.
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Longqing took action.
A black peach blossom grew in his hand.
A pure black invisible sword was born from the black peach blossoms.
The black Taoist sword floats like a ghost in front of Honglian Temple.
A sense of extinction gradually spread from the sword.
Sensing this meaning of nirvana, the spirit of the fallen knights was revived, as if they were poured into a lively power. The flying swords woven like flowing light, and immediately blocked Ning Que into a very small area in front of the black carriage.
Ning Que also felt the meaning of nirvana. For some reason, a trembling cold feeling arises deep in his heart. He always feels that something terrifying is about to happen, and his body becomes tired as well.
In fact, Longqing had already made a move a long time ago.
While Ning Que shot out the seventh iron arrow, he brushed his Taoist robe and turned countless autumn rain into stone waterfalls, blasting towards the black carriage. A few of the raindrops with faint blackness escaped the big black umbrella and fell into the carriage.
inside.
It fell on Sangsang's body.
At this time, Sangsang's pale and haggard cheeks turned strangely red, as if they were extremely hot. She coughed harder and more violently, and there seemed to be spots of blood on her clothes.
Sangsang knew that he was poisoned.
Although she didn't know how she was poisoned.
She knew that if she forcibly cast the magic trick at this time, no one knew what would happen.
However, feeling the terrifying aura of terror that was in the carriage board, and through the car window, she watched Ning Que struggle to support under the siege of the fallen knights like a mad tiger, she knew she had no choice.
Sangsang stood up with difficulty, stretched out the skylight, held the big black umbrella in both hands, and pushed open the autumn rain that kept falling from the sky.
She stretched out a bright light.
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The holy radiance of the sky illuminates the dark rainy sky and illuminates the grassland in front of Honglian Temple extremely clearly, as if the rain stopped at this moment, and the scorching sun came back to the world.
Sangsang was on the roof of the car, holding a big black umbrella in both hands, and countless milky white brilliance jumped out of her body, and then sprinkled through the big black umbrella everywhere in the green mountains.
Because of the closeness hidden in the deepest part of the heart, the fallen knights woke up from the breath of silence. Looking at the familiar and awesome divine light, some people remembered the identity of this girl in a maid's uniform.
The expression of fear and despair was revealed in her pupils.
They served Haotian in the Xiling Temple for decades, and their awe and piety towards Haotian have been deeply rooted in their bones. Facing the future bright priest of the temple and the most quiet and solemn Haotian divine light that they have seen in their lives, how can they not
fear?
Since their fall, they were willing to dedicate their souls to the Pope in order to seek survival and strength. They failed to give them much resistance to the Haotian Divine Radiation, but instead made them even more afraid!
The faces of the Fallen Knights were so bright that they were so bright that they were all extremely complicated, a little confused, a little regretful, and some fearful. Some even hurried in despair.
Longqing's situation is relatively better.
His belief in Haotian is deeper, but it is easier to temporarily erase it on the spiritual level. However, the black sword he pulled out from his natal peach blossoms became Sangsang because of the innate aura of darkness.
The primary target of Haotian Divine Radius came out.
The pure black invisible sword made a painful moan, accompanied by a hissing sound, and bursts of blue smoke emerged from the sword, as if the next moment, it would melt into the bright world.
Long Qing snorted in pain, his burned face turned pale, and blue smoke began to emerge from his charred body. The wounds cut by iron arrows began to gush with blood again.
He took back the black sword and headed into the black carriage regardless of the blood flowing on his body, because he discovered that if he wanted to kill Ning Que, he had to kill the little maid first.
Fortunately for Longqing and the Fallen Knights, the Haotian Divine Light in front of the ruined temple today is not as abundant and lasting as the Haotian Divine Light by the Yanming Lake that night.
It seemed that it was a long time, but in just a moment, the radiance of the brilliance of Sangsang was extinguished, and the cold autumn rain dominated the world again, as dark as dusk and as morning.
She looked at the extremely faint shadow on the grass under the car and lowered her head.
She was not cured of serious illness and was infected with a strange poison. Today, she had no choice but to transport the Haotian divine light from her body to Ning Que's body. She had done everything she could do.
She looked pale, fainted, and fell into the carriage.
The big black umbrella left her hand, floated into the puddle next to the car, and swayed gently.
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The holy radiance of Haotian, even if it only illuminates the world for a moment, it is still light.
In that moment of absolute light, Ning Que became an extremely faint shadow, gliding at high speed on the grass, and the blade quietly wiped the desolate fallen knights as if they were as stupid as wood.
Immediately afterwards, he squeezed out his last thought power without hesitation, stimulated all the talisman paper in his arms, turned into countless fire walls, wind and snow, blocking Longqing outside the black carriage.
Sangsang has been with Da Hei Umbrella since childhood, and he is not willing to let go even if he sleeps. At this time, Da Hei Umbrella left her hand, which can only prove that Sangsang's situation is very critical.
The autumn rain fell again, and the fallen knights fell to the ground one after another.
A terrifying wound appeared on their necks or between their chest and abdomen.
The moment light came and left, two Fallen Commanders and five Fallen Knights were killed by Ning Que, and the rest of the still alive were seriously injured and could not stand up for a moment.
The situation between the fields suddenly changed.
The only people who can still stand are Ning Que and Long Qing.
After a series of bloody battles, Ning Que's mind was exhausted, Haoran's energy was exhausted, the talisman was used up, the arrow box was empty, and he really reached the end of his life. He moved to the black carriage with difficulty, leaned against the wall of the cabin, and lowered his head silently
, breathed heavily tiredly, and every breath seemed to be so painful.
Zi Moji sat in the grass, covered in blood. He looked at Ning Que, who was standing leaning against the car, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of awe. He couldn't understand. This person was obviously only at the peak of Dongxuan, but how could he be with him.
How did he do it since Master Si and so many experts he has competed with?
"Give up."
Zi Mo looked at him and said in a trembling voice: "Let your powerful soul follow you, and open a new chapter for this world, so that your name of Mr. Thirteen can be passed down for thousands of years."
Ning Que leaned against the carriage tiredly and did not answer his words.
Longqing looked up at the sky, and the cold autumn rain came into his eyes, and it felt slightly wet.
His hands trembled slightly, knowing that he had finally won the most important victory in his life.
"Now you can always give in."
Long Qing withdrew his gaze and said calmly at Ning Que.
Ning Que still held the hilt of Park's knife, staring at the splashing water in the puddles in front of his feet, and said tiredly: "The teacher said this is my story, and I can only write it myself, since it is me.
You naturally cannot become the protagonist of the story in the story, so I can't understand why I lost."
Longqing said: "This world is big, everyone has their own story. You have it, and I have it, but unfortunately, today's story is mine, and I am the protagonist."
Ning Que remained silent. He knew that Long Qing was right... He had tried all his skills, but he still could not change the situation of the battle. The most important thing was that Sangsang was unconscious now.
Longqing asked, "What are your last words to explain?"
Ning Que raised his head, looked at the cold Qiuyu, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Teacher! Senior Brother! Sangsang and I are going to die! Come and save me!"
The expression on Longqing's face was very interesting, and he suddenly felt that Ning Que was a very interesting person.
No one responded to Ning Que's cry, the green mountains were lonely, just as the Master had repeated countless times, there may be people who are born to know, but no one who knows everything in this world.
"I'm just giving it a try, don't you mind?"
Ning Que looked at Longqing and said with a difficult smile.
Longqing said, "Don't mind."
Ning Que threw away the Park Knife in his hand and suddenly said seriously as he looked at him: "I have my last words."
Longqing said, "You said."
Ning Que looked into his eyes and said, "Let my little maid survive."
Longqing was silent for a moment and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"Why?"
"Because she will avenge you."
"Are you afraid of her?"
"No one dares to underestimate a future master of light."
Longqing looked at him and said with a smile: "And a future master of light must have a good taste. It will bring me unimaginable benefits, and may even be less than you."
Ning Que narrowed his eyes slightly and said after a while: "I don't understand what you said."
Longqing explained patiently: "From the Book of Heaven, I have learned a technique that can devour the practitioner's mental power, divine power, and empirical consciousness, all cultivation skills. It is said that this technique originated from the demon.
The infamous Taotie*, but it is not that bloody and does not need to eat people like a beast."
The reason why it was explained so clearly was that he wanted to see despair, anger, resentment, unwillingness, and madness on Ning Que's face, which had brought him these emotions to him, so he always thought,
It would be a wonderful thing if you could give all this back to the other party.
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(I am in good condition now, and I have become a legend, but I have had a manic state several times. This is four thousand words. The next chapter should not be too late. I don’t care about that much. I will just push you crazy first.
Let me talk about it, it will definitely not be updated tomorrow. I will agree in advance and let me lie to death.)