The first snow last night has continued to this day. Chang'an City has become a large black and white cloth with palace eaves embroidered on it and painted with lakes and mountains. The fog and miasma are deep and very dull.
Ning Que fell a lot of needles there, sewing them tightly, trying to sew the cracks, or re-embroider a brand new flower to let the dullness reappear.
Unfortunately, he understood a little late, and the number of needles fell was not enough. The host of the spectator was able to find a place to settle down, and then he saw him before he had completed the Scaring God Array.
Ning Que and the host met each other a long street that was more than ten miles away, covered by wind and snow.
Walking through Chang'an City, the host suffered a lot of injuries, his Taoist clothes were stained with blood, but he did not fall down.
They did not meet, but they had already met.
Once we meet, the winner is decided.
Ning Que knew that he had lost.
Mo Shanshan glanced at him, sprinkled the stones in the deer skin bag on the street, and then left.
He took the array eye and held the hilt tightly.
If it were the past, once he was sure to fail, he would definitely turn around and leave immediately, but today he did not do so.
This has nothing to do with courage, it has nothing to do with confidence.
Because he believed that he could win the final victory.
Because this is Chang'an City.
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Through more than ten miles of wind and snow, the viewer glanced at the other end of the street.
The array eye pestle in Ning Que's hand suddenly became extremely hot. The place where the palm surface and the pestle surface were in contact, a sizzling sound came out, accompanied by the blue smoke, which was pungent and pungent.
From morning hours to now, this glance was Ning Que's first real contact with the observer. Only with the power of the Astonishment Formation can he not be restrained by the observer's eyes.
The power of the Scare God Array was radiated into the street through the array eye pestle, protecting his body and mind. The array eye pestle was a passage, endured an unimaginable amount of the aura of heaven and earth, and heated up sharply.
This burning pain not only falls in his palms, but also in his heart.
But his expression was still calm and he didn't say a word, because since it was hot, he could fight.
"Even in Chang'an City, you are still too weak."
The voice of the observer came from more than ten miles away, and the wind and snow could not be blocked.
Ning Que looked at Fengxue and said, "In Chang'an City, I know everything, so you can't catch up with me. I want to try it now, can you do everything?"
As he finished speaking, he drew his sword and slashed it.
The mind power in his sea of consciousness spread out, and through the tightly held array eyes in his hand, it spread to all directions of Chang'an City, and came to the houses on the 365 streets of the East City, and came to those who had experienced countless years of wind, rain and snow.
Between the frosty blue bricks and old stones, we came to the five lakes in Xicheng. We came to the pavilions and pavilions.
A vicissitudes of desolation emanated from the cracks and cracks of bricks and stones, slowly rose from the depths of the lake covered with ice and snow, and from the depths of the foundations of pavilions and pavilions.
The old beams squeaked, the bluestone slabs crushed the dust for years, and the hot springs gushed out from the bottom of the five lakes became more and more hot. Countless pearl-like bubbles were gushing out, and fish fled desperately in the boiling lake water.
There will be a return whenever you go.
The Scare Formation sensed the summoning of the mind power emitted by the array eye pestle, and returned the endless aura of heaven and earth to the Vermillion Bird Avenue, to his body, and to his blade.
Ning Que cut the city down with one sword.
On the snow street, countless knife marks appeared, and hissing sounds broke through the wall and cut the ground.
These knife marks are paired with pairs, and each pair of knife marks is a character Yi and a powerful magic talisman.
These knife marks condense the aura of heaven and earth of Chang'an City, which is extremely powerful. Each knife mark is above the five realms, blocking the entire Vermillion Bird Avenue.
The knife marks are like mowing grass, and killing people is like grass.
The eaves are broken, the walls are tilted, the beams are broken, and the gravels are broken, and the things you touch are like dry grass.
Knife marks come with the city.
The occupant's blue shivered slightly and disappeared in place.
A knife mark fell on the street, and a crisp sound was heard, and the bluestone slab broke.
The air on the street was also broken.
The owner fell back to the street and stepped on the snow.
A wound appeared on his left leg.
At first glance, the blood stopped and the wound was as jade as jade.
Countless knife marks came from the sky from the long street more than ten miles away.
The host disappeared again and used infinite means in a small space.
The knife marks that Ning Que slashed out, with the breath of Chang'an City, slashed him out from the mezzanine of heaven and earth again.
The observer disappears from time to time and appears from time to time.
When he reappeared, he was at the entrance of the alley, at the gate of the yard, at the broken yamen, and was like a magical image.
Every time he reappears, there is an extra wound on his body.
He is the strongest Taoist sect in the past thousand years and is now the number one person in the world, but facing the power of the entire Chang'an City, he can still passively defend.
Ning Que wanted to know if he could do everything in Chang'an City, at least in the present moment, he did it.
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The master of the temple was once again cut by the sword.
A very slight wound appeared on his forehead, which was just at the end of his eyebrows. The broken eyebrows were like a broken river bank, and blood slowly flowed out of the thin line like water overflowing from the river bank.
He looked at the other end of the long street and his expression became more serious.
He suddenly raised his palm and slowly brushed it down in front of him, like an ancient Buddha brushing his face and mourning himself, or like those face-changing tricks in ancient Song Dynasty operas, trying to wipe this face away.
The slowly falling palm of the audience did not wipe away the blood, nor did it turn the thin-line-like wound into a golden thread, but it only made the broken eyebrows and eyelashes add a layer of frost.
A breath of silence enveloped his body.
On the other side of the long street, there were also knife marks breaking through the snow.
The cold wind came first, and the host's green sleeves blew, and his body swelled up in the wind, as if it had become countless times in an instant, and was about to break through the sky.
In fact, he was still standing on the street, still the ordinary Taoist.
But a huge aura as vast as the sea, boundless and infinite.
Ning Que's knife marks arrived.
Chang'an City has arrived.
The breath of heaven and earth was changing violently, and in the wind and snow of the Vermillion Bird Avenue, there were sobbing as if countless people were crying.
In an instant, he was hit by dozens of knife marks.
Ning Que's knife marks are all above the five realms, and have the power to cut mountains and rivers.
But at this time, the master of the Guanyin has disappeared, ruthless and unconscious, painless and fearless.
Ning Que's character has the power above the five realms and carries the power of the God-Shocking Formation. On the Suzaku Avenue, it is like the tide of the storm of the Song Dynasty.
But at this time, the viewer is already immeasurable, and both breath and size are like a vast ocean.
No matter how powerful the knife marks are, they can cut people who cannot be painful.
No matter how terrifying the tide is, it falls into the vast ocean, just a picture of a corner.
Nirvana and immeasurable.
The observer will impart two five realms at the same time, and make the two form a perfect unity.
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The wind and snow are quieter.
The observer moves forward calmly.
Ning Que's knife marks left only some extremely subtle marks on his body.
Some eyelashes fell, some clothes were broken, and there were a small hole in the cloth shoes.
Apart from that, there were no more wounds.
Ning Que looked at the viewer who was walking towards him and said, "So you are just flying ants."
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