Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 15: The Killing Stone
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The crowd screamed in horror and retreated; the crowd shouted in anger and rushed forward. Ning Que waved the Park Knife in his hand, and as long as someone dared to stop him and Sangsang, he would slash it down with one knife.
The blood was spraying more and more on the ground by the lake, and the screams and pain sounded from time to time. The broken limbs fell down, and the heartbrokenness was broken. The picture looked extremely bloody and cruel.
The Buddhist sect intends to turn the lives of ordinary people into heavy iron chains and lock Ning Que directly in the Baita Temple. However, they do not know that Ning Que is not the academy disciple they imagined. He is not the eldest brother or the second brother.
, He never fears killing people when needed, no matter who he is.
Looking at the terrible scene, a monk who could no longer suppress it. He whistled through the wind and hit Ning Que with a stick. Ning Que waved his sword to greet him, and kicked his left foot quietly from under his clothes, hitting the person.
The ascetic monk kicked the man deep into the crowd, then shouted a sudden sound, and slashed his head with a knife in his hands!
Below the blade are the two hands of Master Seven.
I saw the seven broken fingers suddenly become golden light, and then instantly disappeared. The magnificent power of the body Buddha met the majestic qi in Ning Que's body again. A strong wind stormed by the lake, and even the aura of heaven and earth was a little chaotic.
The crowds around were shocked like grass.
The sole of the boots drew a trace on the soil. Ning Que was shaken several feet away. It was the starting point when he drew his sword to kill people. Master Qimei shook his body slightly, and finally took a step back and his face was pale.
The monks of the Buddhist sect will eventually fall into a hypocritical world. Ning Que wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, quietly looked at the seven not far away, thinking in his heart that since he had already gone to Shura from the beginning
If you are forced to do so, then you shouldn't take action now.
At this moment, he noticed that the Xiling Divine Guards had retreated to the periphery of the crowd at some point, and did not stare at themselves like those monks.
The Buddha's yelled, Master Qimei looked at Ning Que, who was covered in blood, and looked at the Park Knife in his hand that had killed more than a dozen people, and said, "I didn't think you would really use the knife."
Ning Que pointed at the corpse in the field with a knife and said, "You should be very clear. You killed these people. From the moment you ordered these bald donkeys to scatter, everyone who died today was killed.
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He was shaken back to the place where he first drew his sword. The student who was tragically cut by him was not dead yet, moaning in a pool of blood. He twisted half of his body, his heart was broken and his heart was rotten and tragic.
Qunimadi and Lu Chenjia were tied with their hands on ropes, standing behind Ning Que, looking at the bloody scenes around him, their faces were very ugly, especially Lu Chenjia, whose face was pale as snow, and they looked at the only one left on the ground
The student with half of his body felt a little soft on his legs. He said, "Give him some pleasure."
Ning Que looked at the Qimao opposite him silently. The Park Knife in his hand was very stable. He seemed to have not heard what she was saying, or pretended not to hear.
Lu Chenjia stared at his back angrily and shouted, "He is going to die anyway, why do you still have to let him suffer these pains before he dies?"
Ning Que still didn't make another blow on the painful student, because he knew that it was not enough to shock the crowd who had fallen into a state of madness, killing people was not enough, because death sometimes was equivalent to sleeping, before the body rotted.
, it cannot give humanity the greatest fear. At this time, only extreme pain and blood can have a strong enough effect. Only when there are fewer people to die today.
Qunimadi looked at his side face and cursed: "It's indeed a beast!"
The lakeside gradually became quiet, and the student's moans and howls were so clear. Looking at the thick bloody broken limbs all over the ground, someone began to vomit, and a woman's terrified cry sounded.
Ning Que's bloody methods and cold actions achieved the effect he wanted. The crowd was gradually shocked, especially the hundreds of people in front, with pale faces and subconsciously trying to retreat.
"I know why you will die and kill us, because in your opinion, we are the murderers of the world, and if you want to live, you need us to die."
Ning Que looked at the crowd around him and said, "But you have to be clear that if you try to stop us from leaving today, your world will be destroyed today and you will die today."
Then he looked at Qi and said, "You and I beat each other before, and four people were killed. You should know more about how many people will die in the field in a battle between you and me, so as I said before,
If you try to intercept me here later, then the thousands of dead lives will be your sins, not mine."
After saying this, he carried Sangsang on his back and continued to move forward with a knife.
Watching him walk over, the people in front of the crowd screamed and retreated, their faces full of fear, and they could no longer find any trace of courage. The crowd behind them suddenly became in chaos.
Ning Que, covered in blood, was like a heavy stone, falling into the pond with a thud, and immediately swept the water away, forming an open space about a meter around him.
However, at this time, at least tens of thousands of people were squeezed into Baita Temple. The crowd was not a pond, but a sea. Except for the people in front of them, most of them did not see what happened before the narrow bridge, and did not see those
In the bloody and cruel scene, the crowd behind still shouted angrily and continued to rush forward. The ripples that had just swept back at the front of the narrow bridge were instantly knocked back, forming a higher wave.
Humans are such a strange creature. They are afraid because they see them. If they don’t see them, they are naturally fearless. Even if they are weak, they will feel that they are very powerful and those who are cowardly will become courageous.
, and eventually became the most terrifying torrent.
The crowd rushed to Ning Que's body, blocking the road ahead.
Ning Que waved his knife again and the blood continued to spray.
Crying, shouting, and scolding kept ringing by the lake.
Ning Que killed the people in front of him, and the rest wanted to retreat in fear, but were squeezed back by the abortion behind him. Someone gave up the road, and countless brave people in the crowd behind him could add to the front of the road.
The teacher is right. Once the crowd gathers, you can have the most terrifying power. Because there are too many, you can't kill them no matter how you do. His blade fell down and killed an honest middle-aged man.
Then he swept across the blade, cut open the chest and abdomen of a monk, and took another step forward, thinking that even if he used talismans and arrows, he would not be able to kill all the people in front of him.
Even if you can kill yourself, the teacher and senior brother will not agree.
This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and was instantly wiped out by him - if he and Sangsang were really going to die, the teacher and the senior brother would disagree and would have to kill him. While thinking, his wrists were slightly shaken and the blade was sharp.
He picked up and picked up an old woman who couldn't even walk.
Along the way, I don’t know how many knives I took or how many people I killed. His and Sangsang’s bodies had long been covered with blood, but there was still a crowd of dark people in front of me, and there was no way out.
He took a deep breath, continued to wave his arms, chopping and killing anything that was blocking his body, whether it was a person or a reason, and even became a little mechanical and numb until the end.
Looking at the blood-stained faces in front of him with different expressions, he understood what many people said - no matter how powerful a practitioner is, it is difficult for him to fight against the whole world alone.
Because human joys and sorrows cannot be connected, and human fears cannot be connected, you cannot shock everyone with your own strength. So if you want to fight against the whole world, you need to kill enough people.
Ning Que killed people since childhood, especially after going to Weicheng, he killed countless horse thieves in Shubihu. Based on the empirical theory of killing people, there are few people in the world that are richer than him. Even Ye Hongyu is not qualified to be compared with him.
So he knew very well that killing was a very tiring thing.
Even if your heart is as unshakable as a rock, and as cold as the South China Sea black jade, it will not tremble slightly because of these blood and death, your body will eventually be tired.
The mind power will be consumed gradually, the talisman paper will be used up, the arrow will be shot, and the knife will wear out. Even if the knife is not worn, you will consume your energy every time you swing. The most important thing is that the blade will be cut against the flesh and blood of people and shock.
Although the power is weak, it exists. If it accumulates like this, there will always be a moment that will hurt you.
At this time, Park Dao's sharp blade cut open, and it turned out to be a little hot. The blood on it was covered with a faint mist. Ning Que put the knife into the sheath and began to use the sheath to hit it horizontally.
Turning the scabbar into an iron rod and blowing the people in front of you one by one. Although it is slower than directly slashing, it has unexpected effects. From time to time, people are hit by scabbards and then smashed
When they entered the crowd, the rear of the crowd became more and more chaotic, and some places even began to step on each other.
A child was squeezed out by the crowd and fell into the open space in front of Ning Que. He sat in a pool of blood and cried. The child was about seven or eight years old. Judging from his sitting position, his legs were trampled by the crowd.
The scabbard in Ning Que's hand fell through the air, landed on the child's head, and then stood still.
The crowd was still noisy and chaotic, and there were constant shouting and scolding, but the people nearby subconsciously calmed down, looked at the scene nervously, and waited for the bloody thing to appear in horror.
Ning Que looked at the boy with no expression on his face. He gently waved the scabbard and pushed him aside.
Sangsang leaned against his shoulder, his face pale and weak. Looking at the boy crying on the ground, she squeezed out a smile in difficulty and said, "Go home quickly."
The boy sobbed and climbed up with his hands, limping to the side to hide. At this moment, he saw Sangsang's face and remembered that this woman was the daughter of the Hades, and it was all winter, and grandma used it.
The monster who came to scare himself couldn't help but scream in shock, and subconsciously smashed a stone he was holding towards the face.
Ning Que was knocking a monk with a scabbard to fly away, but he didn't notice this scene.
Sangsang was tied to his back, and even if he saw it, he had no way to hide.
With a bang, the stone hit her forehead and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.
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