Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 180, Writing in the Blue Sky
Ning Que didn't say that I wanted to kill you, but he seemed very mean, but this caution and calmness meant that he really wanted to do this.
Because this is the desire of everyone in Chang'an City, he wants to fulfill this desire, so he said that sentence very seriously and at the same time made his own call or request.
As if he heard his call, a very clear roar suddenly sounded in the south of the long street.
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The wind and snow on Zhuque Avenue have disappeared, but the snow is still there.
The painting of Suzaku, which had made Ning Que and Sangsang silent in the spring rain, was buried in the deep snow, as if it had been frozen without any anger.
The Suzaku Painting is a killing talisman of the God-Shocking Formation, with some unimaginable spirituality. When it operates on its own, it can have the power of a strongest attack that is almost the peak of the knowing power.
Thousands of years ago, it was carved by the Master himself in the south of the Suzaku Avenue, guarding this great capital. Countless evil spirits were quietly burned to ashes by it in the dark night.
When the viewer entered Chang'an City, the painting of Suzaku was sensing something. When he was about to appear and fight, the viewer stepped on its wings with one foot. With just a simple kick, it dared not move.
Because the Vermilion Bird sensed the gap between realms and felt fear, it lowered its once proud head in fear, buried itself in the cold snow, and had no face to see anyone.
Until this moment, a voice suddenly reached the deepest part of its soul. The voice said that he wanted to kill the scepter, so he needed its help.
Zhuque knew who the sound came from, but it couldn't think of it. After the Master left the world, who could kill someone like the Sword Master, so it was still cowardly.
But the sound kept echoing in the deepest part of its soul, rubbing like stirring magma burned it extremely irritated until its blood was burning.
The cowardice of the previous moment turned into shame at this moment. Something called courage returned to Zhuque's body, and the snow was blown away by the wind, revealing its eyes.
A magnificent atmosphere emerged on the street.
The wings of the Suzaku statue break through the ice, snow and bluestone, and appear in the air.
Only a very clear roar could be heard, and Zhuque's body left the street and soared into the air!
The Vermillion Bird has not roared for a thousand years.
Can today's sound shock the spirit?
The Vermillion Bird spread its wings more than ten feet, flew through the air, and instantly arrived at the South Gate of Chang'an.
The city walls are towering into the clouds, and the blue bricks are old.
The Vermillion Bird flew between this city wall.
It waved its bright red wings, as if it was dragging two flames, and it flew tightly along the city wall at high speed. It took only a very short time to reach the north.
The Vermilion Bird flew over the palace.
The Empress held the little emperor's hand and looked at the sky and bowed slightly.
In the corner tower of the Imperial City, Yu Lian raised his eyebrows.
The Vermilion Bird flew over the palace, lowered the height, and rushed south along the Vermilion Bird Avenue.
This is the straightest and widest road in the world, its road.
The Vermilion Bird flew extremely quickly on this road, with its fiery red wings of more than ten feet, as if it was about to lit Chang'an City. Wherever it touched, the remaining snow suddenly turned into blue smoke.
No one on Snow Street could react at all.
They could only hear a clear sound, and then they saw a Hokage coming.
People don’t have time to think, and even the observer doesn’t have time to react.
When he saw clearly that the person flying to the long street was Zhuque, he couldn't help but show a mocking look.
The viewer rarely reveals the emotions of ordinary people, but he can never suppress his mockery and contempt for this legendary Suzaku, even if he can't figure out the reason.
Perhaps it is because this Suzaku is the only thing that the Master left in the world.
The Vermillion Bird flew to the snowy street, its wings fluttering, and the hot flames made the air crackle.
The whole world seemed to have turned into a fiery red color.
Just when the Tang people were full of expectations and saw the Zhuque killing the audience, just as the audience was about to reach out to tear off the fire wings of the Suzaku, Zhuque let out another clear sound.
A fire flashed by.
The Vermilion Bird quietly calmed down his power and turned into a flame, landing on the knife in Ning Que's hand.
A slight burning sound was like a soldering iron being printed somewhere.
Ning Que's knife had some burning marks and a very distinct pattern.
It was just a red-bodied firebird.
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Ning Que's iron knife is the three swords that have accompanied him for many years combined into one. Just like the Yuan Thirteen Arrow, it is the crystallization of the collective wisdom of the academy and has unimaginable strength and weight.
Only such a strong sword can bear the powerful power in his body. But as the cultivation level improves, this sword, the three swords of that year, the current Yuan Thirteen Arrows and the inexhaustible talisman paper
Compared to this, the effect on him is not that great, and sometimes it even becomes his weakness.
Ning Que is good at fighting and knows how troublesome it is to be unable to balance the weapons in his hands and his own strength, but he never gave up on this knife. Because in the dark, he always feels that this knife should belong to him.
, and will surely show your true strength one day.
When the knife was released, he even refused the fourth and sixth brothers' advice to carve runes on the knife to increase power, just like before, like most of the most powerful practitioners in the world.
Because he felt that the talisman he wrote at that time was not powerful enough, using it on an iron knife was equivalent to destroying the knife. Even if he was able to write the magic talisman now, he still felt that it was not enough.
There was no reason, no reason, he just felt that what was qualified to be engraved on this knife must be an extraordinary rune.
So the iron knife was dim and there was no talisman thread engraved on it. The heavy blade body seemed so simple and unpretentious, just let countless blood soak it constantly.
Until today, a clear sound in the south of Chang'an City, the Vermillion Bird broke through the sky and turned into a fire and fell on the knife. Then a bright red pattern appeared on the dark sword.
Ning Que then realized that it was the one who had been waiting for.
Only then did he understand the reason why the Master left the world and let Suzaku meet himself.
What can match this iron knife must indeed be an extraordinary talisman.
This talisman is Suzaku.
It is the killing talisman in the Scare God Formation.
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The knife has been pulled out of the snow.
Ning Que raised his knife and the snow powder suddenly dissipated.
The Vermilion Bird God Talisman on the dark sword suddenly became bright.
A bright red flame emerged from the blade and pierced the sky.
At this time, the wind and snow had faded, and the blue sky was exposed before countless pairs of eyes on earth.
The bright red flame spewed out by the iron knife was more than ten miles long. As Ning Que raised the knife, he dragged from northeast to southwest on the blue blue sky as blue as porcelain.
The flames dragged, and a trace was burned out from the blue sky, as if someone had taken a huge pen like a mountain and rewritten another stroke in the sky.
This transaction spans half of the sky, and I don’t know how many thousands of miles it is.
Ning Que fell from the knife, and the flames spurted out from the blade moved downwards, and he began to write the second stroke.
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In the corner tower of the imperial city.
Yu Lian looked at the sky quietly, at the flame moving between the sky and the earth.
Then she glanced at the knife in her hand.
This is a huge blood-colored scimitar, even with her petite body two long and two wide.
This blood-colored scimitar is a holy object of the Demon Sect. After the deserted people moved south, it has been kept by Tang Xiaotang.
As the leader of the Demon Sect, it was natural for Yu Lian to get this knife.
When the host walked forward on Snow Street, she came to the palace for the purpose of this knife.
If we only look at the appearance, the blood-colored giant sword in her hand would definitely be more terrifying than the knife in Ning Que's hand now, giving people a more tough and intimidating feeling.
But she knew that compared with the knife in Ning Que's hand, her blood knife was a little worse.
Ning Que's knife can write in the sky.
"You finally wrote that word."
Yu Lian looked at the gradually forming word on the blue sky and suddenly took a deep breath.
The snow around the imperial city floated up from the ground as she breathed.
The ice surface in the moat was creaky and shattered into countless pieces.
Countless air poured into her petite body between her breath.
Her breasts fluctuated slightly.
Her eyes gradually became brighter.
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Everyone on the snow street was watching the sky.
Everyone in Chang'an City is looking at the sky.
People looked at the huge pen formed by the flame and wrote on the blue sky.
The eldest brother is also looking at the sky.
Without the snow falling, his eyes were a little wet.
He looked at the sky and said silently: "Teacher, my junior brother has finally written that word out."
Then he took a deep breath.
There was no change in the snow street.
During the breathing, even the dead leaves falling on the snow did not tremble at all.
His eyes gradually became brighter.
The cotton jacket on his body continued to seep blood.
The wooden scoop was broken before the Pamir Mountains.
The wooden stick was held in his hand.
I don't know where he placed that old book.
There is no need to tie so many things or so much worry on the belt on the cotton jacket.
So he began to float and painted afterimages.
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Ning Que looked at the audience and fell into a knife.
Because the knife in his hand must fall on the host.
So he wants to cut it accurately.
His eyes and the eyes of the viewer met in the street.
He did not see any other emotions in the eyes of the observer, but only saw peace.
The snow dripping in the sky also became calmer.
The extremely slight sound made by the squeezing of the snow pile began to become deeper.
The speed of time passing begins to slow down.
Then the voice of the observer sounded in his sea of consciousness.
"Your strokes were written wrong."
Ning Que is not worried.
Because no one except Buddha can truly control the rules of time.
The master of the spectator cannot. Even though he uses great powers to slow down time, he is also slowing down time. This means that no matter how slowly the iron knife falls, there will always be a moment of arrival.
He said to the viewer: "Write the strokes are written incorrectly, but it does not mean that the words are also wrong."
The voice of the audience disappeared for a moment and then rang again.
His voice was very emotional and his emotions were complicated.
"Good word."
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