Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 179, Ten Thousand Knives
The world vitality of the entire Chang'an City is majestic and magnificent, and the number cannot be calculated at all. At this time, through the array eye pestle, he continued to pour into Ning Que's left hand through his body.
The essence of heaven and earth has no substance or mass, it is clearer than the clearest water and lighter than the lightest air, but at this time there are too many quantities entering his body, which naturally brings unbearable load.
If you are an ordinary person, even a cultivator at the peak of the realm of enlightenment, in such a short time, you will only be instantly destroyed.
But Ning Que practiced Haoranqi, and his body was stronger than steel. In addition to the master of Taoism, Buddha and Demon, he also practiced the third senior sister Yu Lian, who was the leader of the Demon Sect. No one was stronger than him.
His body was like a container of cast steel, and it was the alien steel that created the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. It endured the influx of heaven and earth vital energy, and then compressed the vital energy to an unimaginable level.
At this time, he was like a seashell in the depths of the sea. His body and soul were under extremely terrifying pressure, but he didn't know when he could condense into dazzling pearls.
This was a very painful process, but there was no expression on his face, except for the constant blinking of his eyelashes and the residual snow on his clothes kept melting. He was just looking at the host.
The wounds on his body collapsed again, and blood was flowing out. The blood was as crystal clear as red jade. When it encountered the cold wind on the street, it dissipated and turned into extremely fine particles.
The particles left the surface of the clothes and wandered in the air around him, like flames and fog. He looked like a burning fire man, and like an extremely cold ice man.
He continued to draw the knife.
The sharp blade slowly rose from the cracks of the bluestone on Zhuque Street, bringing out black mud chips. It was about to leave the snow surface, and a lot of things happened in Chang'an City.
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In the early morning, the snow fell like a curtain in Chang'an City. The master waved his sleeves and broke into the city, falling into the city, losing to the senior brother and third sister of the academy. Then many Taoist talismans appeared in front of him and told him that the road was not clear.
From that moment on, until I saw the master in the wind and snow of Zhuque Avenue, Ning Que walked many places in Chang'an City, cut off many pasts related to Sangsang, and erased Haotian stayed in the Scarlet Formation.
Many traces underneath.
Although he did not completely repair the Scarlet God Array in the end, he left enough divine talismans - those divine talismans are composed of two knife marks, which look like the word "Xi".
These divine talismans made the viewer a little embarrassed, preventing the viewer from entering the palace and destroying the eye of the God-Shocking Array. The viewer must walk into the wind and snow of the Suzaku Avenue and must choose to kill Ning Que first.
Ning Que was seriously injured by the Seven Daotianxi Shenxin. He did not continue to write the character Yi because it was meaningless. However, the hundreds of characters he wrote did not dissipate, but continued with the support of the Jingshen Array.
Floating in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, it gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
As he drew his sword, hundreds of characters reappeared.
On the street, at the end of the alley.
In the well, in front of the yamen.
Behind the wall, in the garden.
Under the willow, beside the plum blossoms.
Hundreds of characters reappear in Chang'an City!
What's incredible is that these divine talismans are still changing.
To be precise, these characters are deforming.
These characters are composed of two knife marks, which are two strokes.
One stroke and one stroke.
As Ning Que drew his sword, the stroke slowly rose to the right, as if it was about to float away from the stroke.
This stroke is like a feather arrow, the invisible bowstring is pulling backwards, getting farther and farther away from the bow body, and at the same time it accumulates stronger and stronger power.
It was like a knife, leaving the ground, about to show its edge.
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Drawing a knife is a very simple action. Ning Que has repeated it many times in his life. He is very skillful, so he completed it in a very short time.
The changes in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City also happened in a very short period of time.
The situation changed drastically, and the first thing that felt the changes in Ning Que and Chang'an City was not the viewer, nor the senior brother, nor the people on the snow street, but the sky above everyone's heads.
The water at the bottom of the well at the entrance of the alley had already frozen, and suddenly two more knife marks appeared. Two more knife marks appeared on the snow-covered bell, and two more knife marks appeared on Yanming Lake.
The well water began to ripple again, the bells began to ripple, the willow branches by Yanming Lake also began to ripple in the cold wind, the thick snow fell from the pine trees in Tantuo Temple, and a fat squirrel sat on his butt for the winter food
I kept rubbing my forelimbs, not understanding why I had been frozen before.
The breath of silence that enveloped the lakes, mountains, towers and temples disappeared instantly with the reappearance and deformation of hundreds of characters. Even the falling wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the frozen Chang'an came alive.
The breath that came from unknown places continued to spread around with Ning Que's movements, and also rushed towards the sky, shaking wildly with heavy snow clouds, and the blue sky reappeared.
When the Master left the world, the Master of Observation was the best in the world.
The sky felt this change first, and he was the second.
He felt the danger.
His eyes suddenly became lighter, lighter than gray, until they were lighter and transparent, as if crystals were filled with countless lights and shadows, as if there were many stories happening on the curtain.
He saw some clips, some clips that he couldn't believe.
In Chang'an City, the viewer cannot see clearly what the future will happen, just as he has never seen clearly what the academy will become in the future, but he has seen some pictures that he firmly believes in.
But those pictures have changed.
Just the moment Ning Que pulled out the knife.
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The snow stops and the wind silences.
The Suzaku Avenue is very quiet.
The audience looked at Ning Que, and his eyes returned to normal, but left a hint of surprise.
He believed in the Tao, and there was no love or hatred for killing.
Today, the Guanzhu kills countless people, and he has his own reasons and needs.
His previous attempt to kill Ning Que was based on needs.
But his intention to kill Ning Que at this time was based on an inexplicable vigilance.
This vigilance was so strong that even made his heart shake slightly.
He wanted to kill Ning Que, and this desire was about to become instinct.
But he felt something hidden in the air between himself and Ning Que.
He could not advance into the world, so he could not kill Ning Que in the shortest time.
Then he could at least not let Ning Que raise the knife.
The viewer looked at Ning Que and said, "All believe in..."
Ning Que didn't know why he had to speak at this time.
When the disciples of the academy in front of Qingxia heard these three words, they would definitely recall the Xiling scriptures read by the great priest of Tianyu, which were as famous as the Taoist magic technique in the first lecture of the Hangkong Temple.
Ning Que is not dead.
Because the observer only has time to say these three words.
Because the eldest brother said three words at the same time: "Zi doesn't speak."
After saying these three words, his face suddenly turned pale, and blood overflowed from his cotton jacket became more and more.
After such a moment, Ning Que finally pulled out the knife.
The blade completely left the snow surface.
Looking at the knife in his hand, the observer took a step back.
Retreat is leaving.
For thousands of years, he has only entered Chang'an City.
It is almost impossible to destroy the God of Shocking, destroy the Tang Kingdom and the Academy, and achieve unparalleled achievements.
As long as you can kill Ning Que, you can do all this.
For the viewer, this is a very simple thing, and it is naturally a great temptation.
But he was leaving.
No hesitation or reluctance.
Only those who truly have a clear mind of Tao and are not stained with dust can do this.
There is no wind or snow on the street.
If the subject fails to move forward, he will retreat, and his right foot falls to the ground, and there will be wind and snow on the soles of his feet.
An invisible door appeared in the wind and snow.
A door that can only be seen in the realm of no distance.
The viewer's right foot stepped into the door, and Qingyi suddenly became transparent.
The next moment, he was about to step into the void.
The vitality of heaven and earth in Chang'an City has been chaotic by Ning Que, but it still cannot stop him from leaving.
Ning Que was not ready to let him leave.
Because he had drawn the knife.
The blade left the snow surface and made a very slight sound, like a brush dipped in oil past the meat that was roasted until hot by a campfire, or a brush dipped in ink slid across the snow-white paper.
There were hundreds of light sounds at the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, beside plum blossoms under willows.
It's like the sound of a piano, like the sound of a bow string vibrating, and the most like the sound of a blade being unsheathed.
That was the sound of strokes and strokes rubbing.
That is the sound made by hundreds of characters.
Immediately afterwards, more sounds of blades being unsheathed.
This time it was the real voice.
More than ten pig-killing knives hung on the wall of Dongcheng pork shop were already lonely in the leather scabbard for a whole day and night, and suddenly the pig-killing knives broke the scabbards.
Not far from Zhuque Avenue, a sharp knife was inserted into the chopping board in a house. The knife was stained with fresh blood. Not far away, there was a pot of stewed meat with a slight steam. Suddenly the kitchen knife jumped from the chopping board.
Come out.
Two teenagers were lying in a pool of blood beside the Vermillion Bird Avenue, seriously injured, leaning weakly against the wall wet with snow. Although they were not dead, they could no longer hold the knife and fork beside them. Suddenly, the two were
The hatchet and kitchen knife jumped out of the snow and landed at their hands.
Ning Que drew his sword.
All the knives in Chang'an City were pulled out.
Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of knives began to show their sharpness.
The winter willows are floating by the geese lake.
Han Song in Tantuo Temple bowed.
The snow on the whetstone floated.
One of the lines in hundreds of divine talismans moved slightly.
The snow on the long street was blurred, and countless sharp breaths suddenly appeared.
The invisible door was instantly cut into pieces.
Countless slight cracks appeared in the blue robe on the temple owner's body.
Many rifts appeared on his powerful body as he had been portrayed as a demon realm.
The observer began to bleed and started to bleed a lot.
Ning Que raised his knife and said, "I want to kill you."
As he spoke, the absolutely condensed heaven and earth energy spurted out from his lips, turning into a half-foot-long white mist, with extremely small flashes of lightning and his extremely strong desire.
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