Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter Seven, Who Is Under the Umbrella?
The blade dragged on Master Qimei's back. In a very short period of time, there were many slight sounds of the blade rubbing against the bones. You can imagine how much pain Qimei suffered.
However, the expression on Qimei's face did not change at all, and she was extremely calm, as if the knife in Ning Que's hand was not cutting his own body, but cutting the bark of the tree by the stream, and at the moment when Ning Que's knife was in force
He turned around, letting the blood snatch a blood fan in the air, and stretched out his hands to slap Ning Que's face.
Ning Que didn't know who the middle-aged monk was, so he had previously chosen to shoot at Luo Kedi, who he knew and was alert to. But since the middle-aged monk was qualified to stand with Luo Kedi, he must be a Buddha.
The great figure of the sect is even very likely to be a powerful man like Master Baoshu in the Hanging Temple.
So he did not reserve any reservations when he took action. Even if Park Dao slashed the other party's back, he did not relax his vigilance. He noticed very keenly that although Park Dao in his hand left a very tragic wound on the monk's back,
But the sword force was finally resolved by the strange trembling defense of the monk. The blade cuts through the flesh and blood, but it cannot cut off the other party's bones, nor does it hurt the other party's internal organs.
Since this is the case, the middle-aged monk's counterattack was naturally as expected. When the two slightly thin and branch-like palms attacked his face, he had already reacted, and the knife in his hand flirted from the low altitude.
Started up, cut horizontally and flatly from the left, holding the majestic Haoranqi, and slashed at the opponent's body again.
The blade whistled through the air, and the sound was extremely shrill. Although it made a sound, it was not much less powerful than the first knife that broke through the wall. Qi Mei's face became more and more quiet, and he slapped Ning Que's face.
The palms of his hands suddenly spread out in the air, stretching towards both ends like a shepherd boy playing a flute, and heading towards the blade coming from his eyes.
Ning Queweilin. He didn't believe that this powerful middle-aged monk was an idiot. Since the other party dared to use his empty hands to catch his Pu Dao, his hands were naturally extraordinary.
In the flash of lightning, his eyes captured the edge of the middle-aged monk's hands, and a golden luster appeared. He couldn't help but think of the left hand of Master Baoshu that once turned into a golden palm in Lanke Temple - Ning Que at that time
A arrow shot out, and Master Baoshu's left hand seemed to be gilded, and he took a Yuan Thirteen arrow, and then shattered.
Recalling the scene at that time, Ning Que believed that the middle-aged monk would never be able to use his palms, so he caught his full force of slashing with Haoranqi. The knife was not hindered, but he became even more ruthless and continued to chop.
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With a light bang, Master Qi Mei's right finger touched the blade of Park Dao. Ning Que only felt a powerful force from the blade to the handle of the knife, and then to his palm!
There were several light sounds again, and the remaining four fingers of the master's right hand fell on the blade one by one like playing a flute and pressing a hole. They seemed elegant and refined, but in fact they were as fast as lightning!
When the five fingers of the seven master's right hand fell on the blade, the golden light color on the edge of the palm suddenly became thicker, and then disappeared in a very short moment. Nothing was seen.
The five powerful forces, with these five finger pressures, were poured into the heavy and solid blade of Pu Dao, and then attacked Ning Que's body. The blade buzzed and his body trembled slightly.
The crystal water droplet condensed by the Haoran gas in Ning Que's body seemed to feel some threat. He didn't wait for the inspiration of his mind, so he spun rapidly, transporting countless Haoran gas into his arms, allowing him to
The arm turned into iron cast, and the handle was held and continued to cut across. The knife was extremely powerful!
At this time, the sharp blade was only a few inches away from Master Qi Mei's cheek, and it was at this moment that his left hand finally touched Ning Que's sword.
Master Qimei only has two fingers on his left hand, his thumb and index finger. The two hands add up to only seven fingers. Once it spreads out, it looks like seven green peaches, so Master Qizi’s magic number.
Although there are only two fingers, they are more useful and more powerful than the two hands of most people in the world. This has nothing to do with frequent use, but only with firm Zen mind and past stories.
The master Qimei's thumb on his left hand fell on the blade, and the bleeding mouth was not cut. He used not the posture of pressing the hole with his right hand. He gently lifted the blade, as if he was carrying a bamboo flute carefully and cautiously.
The moment the thumb gently lifted the blade, Ning Que felt a powerful force, like a tide dozens of feet high, slapped himself along the blade.
His body trembled violently, like the moss on the reefs in the tide, which would be washed away at some point.
The last index finger of Master Qi Mei also landed on the blade, in the opposite direction to the thumb. He lifted the other side of the blade, and was still the movement of the flute, gentle and calm.
At this time, the blade was still one inch away from his face, but it was difficult to make any progress. The monk from the Hanging Temple pressed the Pu knife with seven fingers, just like holding a bamboo flute, ready to lower his head and blow it lightly.
The picture is elegant, but it is actually dangerous.
A more fierce tide followed the first tide and slapped towards the black reef on the shore, hitting the moss on the reef trembled and began to peel off.
Ning Que felt a slit and painful pain in his chest. There were signs of turmoil in Qihai, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The blood spurted out turned into blood mist, and his stern shout arose!
Ning Que forced all the Haoranqi in his body out, and an extremely gorgeous golden light burst out from Pu Dao's blade, instantly burning the blood mist and hit Qi Mei's face.
Seven eyes closed, and a light Buddha breath fell in front of you.
The radiant brilliance of the Buddha's breath spurted out from the Pu sword in Ning Que's hand purified the Buddha's breath in a very short time.
Qimei took a step back, but his hands were still gently holding the Pu knife and refused to let go, so he no longer held the flute and wanted to play it, but like a naughty shepherd boy trying to get the flute from his companion.
Snatch it.
Of course, Ning Que would not let the powerful monk snatch his Pu sword away. The left finger of his left hand popped out quietly. The fastest fire talisman he casted, and it burned between the two of them.
It often takes a while for the talisman master to cast talismans, unless it is an indefinite talisman. Qi Meng did not expect that Ning Que could cast this fire talisman so amazing, he had to let go of his fingers and take another step back.
From Chang'an City to Chaoyang City, Ning Que wrote the most talisman in his life, and the most talisman used is also the fire talisman, because Sangsang is afraid of the cold. The so-called practice makes perfect. When it comes to the speed of casting the fire talisman, don't say it is
Even if Master Yan Se was resurrected in that time, there was no way to compare with him.
The fire talisman turned into a ferocious fireball, burning violently between him and the seven bodies, like a ball-shaped lightning. It seemed particularly terrifying, but what was really terrifying was actually the action that Ning Que made at the same time.
He squatted down.
When Qimei let go of her fingers and retreated, the Park Knife in his hand regained freedom. As he squatted, he slapped heavily, rubbed Qimei's waist and fiercely between his thighs and abdomen.
Cut it down!
With a hiss, seven monk's clothes suddenly cracked, and a very deep knife wound appeared between his groin. Although he still used that magical method to remove most of the sword force, Ning Que
Choosing the place where you fall into the knife has a deep meaning. There are many blood vessels in the groin. When it breaks slightly, blood will gush out!
Master Qimei's lower body was instantly wet with blood. The blood that kept spewing out of his groin began to flow down his thighs, plus his eyebrows burned by the fire talisman. It looked extremely miserable.
Looking miserable does not mean losing combat power. If an ordinary practitioner gets these two swords, especially the second sword, he will definitely die due to excessive blood loss. But looking at the first sword before, this middle-aged monk may still be
There was a way, so Ning Que did not hesitate. He held the hilt of the knife in both hands, and played with his body, and stabbed the other party's lower abdomen hard!
Such a fierce sword technique, especially this thorn, he used the Dahe sword intent of the sword saint Liu Bai. Even if the seven pieces were the head of the Venerable Hall of the Hanging Temple, they still could not avoid it. They just saw whether they could survive.
It is a bit unfortunate for Ning Que. Today, the two Buddhist and Taoist sects have ambushed Sangsang and him. The middle-aged monk naturally cannot come alone. There are Luo Kedi and the eighteen Xiling Divine Guards in the field.
What made him feel a little regretful was that Rockdi was burly but had a speed that exceeded his calculations.
Just as the Park Knife in his hand had just pierced the middle-aged monk's lower abdomen, Luo Kedi's sword arrived.
Luo Kedi's sword is very special. Compared with ordinary swords, it is many times thicker. If it is not bright in golden light, the sword edge will be like a gem, and the talisman line will flash, which will look like an iron rod.
When the sword was slashed towards Ning Que's back, the small courtyard, which was dark and bloody, suddenly became extremely bright in front of the courtyard, and the golden sword seemed to exude a luxurious aura!
Ning Que's posture was half-squatted at this time, feeling the strong wind coming from behind him, and there was no time to dodge. He rushed back to the knife, then sat down on the ground, protected his back, and then raised the knife to greet him.
His Park Knife was designed by the fourth senior brother of the academy and carefully crafted by the sixth senior brother. It is combined with three swords and is the most heavy and solid. However, it looks like it is not as heavy as Luo Kedi's sword. As for its dark and smooth appearance,
Compared with Luo Kedi's dazzling sword, it is more like garbage.
The simple Park Knife and the gorgeous Golden Sword finally met!
There was only a loud bang! The smoke and dust were shattered!
The soldiers of Yuelun Kingdom at the end of the streets and alleys felt a buzzing sound in their heads, and their legs fell down.
Ning Que's face was slightly pale, and his hands holding the hilt trembled violently. As for the ground where he was sitting, it had already cracked like a spider web, and countless bricks, stones and sand were sprayed everywhere.
Luo Kedi shouted loudly and slashed again with his sword!
Ning Que raised his sword to greet him again, and felt a powerful force that was pressing down on Park Dao to his body, as if he had to press him into the cracked ground before he would give up!
At this time, Ning Que was sitting on the ground, at an extremely passive disadvantage. Even if he could not pass through the wind and rain in his hand, he could only let Luo Kedi wave the gorgeous golden sword and chop it down continuously.
After a while, he would lose. Even if he could last longer, it would be meaningless, because there was still the middle-aged monk in the field.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Ning Que's face. Taking advantage of the very short moment when Luo Kedi's golden sword was reviving and regaining its strength again, he forcibly stuffed his right foot into the bottom of his left leg, and then stood up suddenly!
At this moment, Luo Kedi's third sword had arrived. Ning Que's body was unstable at this time, especially the Park Knife was sagging, which was unstoppable. However, he did not expect that he actually stretched out his left hand and held the Park Knife.
The back of the tip was pushed straight forward, which was equivalent to using the power of two hands to block the third golden sword back!
A sniff sound was soft. Ning Que slapped the knife with his left hand and twisted his right wrist. The heavy Pu Knife seemed to turn into a lively poisonous snake. He instantly stabbed Luo Kedi on his left shoulder, which was still bleeding, and then flashed back instantly.
Luo Kedi did not expect that under the absolute advantage, Ning Que even made him stand up. He even stabbed himself. Although his injuries did not worsen, the feeling of humiliation and anger made him forget everything.
Even the matter was empty, and he didn't care about his chest and abdomen. He sniffed at Ning Que while holding a sword in his hands!
The golden sword swung a golden light in the air. It was so charming that the emperor's wealth and honor hidden in it meant that this was Luo Kedi's most powerful sword!
If Ning Que was a dead soldier, he could have ignored this sword at this time and directly stabbed Luo Kedi's throat. Then, no matter how powerful the armor on Luo Kedi's body is, it will be a dead end, but almost at the same time
, His head would definitely be cut in half by this powerful golden sword.
Luo Kedi was so crazy that he ignored his life and death that he could slash such a powerful sword. Ning Que did not want to die, but also had to protect his back, so he could only choose to take it head-on.
Another loud thunderous sound, the already damaged courtyard wall was shaken by the loud sound of the strong wind and collapsed. At this moment, Luo Kedi slashed another sword!
Luo Kedi is a martial arts practitioner in Xiling Temple. The golden sword in his hand is even more like the temple's magic weapon. The human sword is added together and he enters a state of selflessness. His power is amazing, and his fighting spirit is even more crazy.
Ning Que practiced for several years and had no longer an ordinary person's body, and had extremely powerful power. However, he could not live or die at this time, nor could he fight by his body skills. He was extremely passive and suppressed and could only take it head-on.
The brilliant golden sword and the simple iron sword cut each other in such a fancy way, separated, and then slashed again. In a very short time, I don’t know how many times it hit!
More than ten collisions exploded in the streets and alleys like thunder!
There was no one standing around the streets and alleys. The war horses were even more terrified and ran away, just wanting to be farther away from this terrifying place.
There seems to be no sign of a cultivator fighting in this battle. It is more like two extremely powerful generals on the battlefield, holding heavy weapons and carrying extremely brave counterattacks!
Ning Que's legs began to tremble, and he found that the power of the divine guard commander of the Xiling Temple was so terrifying that he was even more powerful than himself, and he was not much weaker than Xiahou at his peak.
A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his lips. It should be that the internal organs in his body were severely shocked and internally injured, but his eyes were still calm, and it could even be said to be cold, just like a young male tiger fighting on the wasteland, even if
Injured, it seems dangerous, but until the last moment, you will never give up the idea of killing your enemy.
Luo Kedi raised his golden sword again.
This time his arms were trembling slightly. Although Ning Que was suppressed by more than a dozen golden swords, he was not feeling well. Every time the sword hit, the Haoranqi from the sword also made him extremely painful.
The most important thing is that before the war started, his left shoulder was shot by Yuan Shisan's arrow. No matter how serious the injury was, he could ignore it, but he had no way to prevent this influence from existing.
Ning Que noticed the trembling of Luo Kedi's right hand, his eyes lit up, and he shouted in a low voice: "Open the umbrella."
The big black umbrella was stretched open in front of him. Now the big black umbrella is very clean, but it is also very broken. There are many holes on the surface of the umbrella, just like the clothes of a beggar when attending a wedding, which is heartbreaking.
Ning Que stretched out his left hand like lightning and held the handle of the big black umbrella.
At this time, Luo Kedi's golden sword slashed down again.
Just like the previous dozen times, the crazy commander of the Divine Guard wanted to kill Ning Que alive, and he knew that he could kill Ning Que, so even if he suddenly saw a big black umbrella in front of him, he
Still chopped down.
The golden sword slashed heavily onto the big black umbrella.
The surface of the big black umbrella suddenly sank, but it was not cut.
Although it is a broken big black umbrella, it cannot be cut by just a sword. No matter how dazzling the sword is, it is not the Buddha's light left by the Buddha after all.
The big black umbrella is still the best defensive weapon in the world.
At this time, it is the shield in Ning Que's hand.
In the previous dozen times, facing Luo Kedi's golden sword, Ning Que used the chopping force with the Park Sword in his hand. Only in this way can he compete with the opponent in terms of strength, and now the golden sword is blocked by the big black umbrella.
So this time Ning Que did not cut it out, but stabbed it out.
The dark and unpretentious Pu Dao passed through the hole in the big black umbrella and stabbed towards the opposite side!
With a light sound, the blade pierced Luo Kedi's throat.
This seemingly random knife broke through several pieces of body-protecting true energy, and broke through the vital points.
Luo Kedi abandoned his sword, covered his bloody throat, and retreated like crazy!
He retreated wildly, and he howled all the way.
But his throat was broken at this time, so the howling sound seemed particularly strange and unpleasant, just like the roar of the beasts on the wasteland who died of pride before they died.
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