Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 185, Laugh Out Loud (Part 2)
The black hair that started with Ning Que's blade blew across the ten-mile long street, shattering the owner's body and hurting his heart, making him fall on the lake like a dead fish, but he did not stop there, but continued to travel south.
There were two thousand elite cavalry dozens of miles south of the city. At this time, they did not know what was going on in Chang'an City, and they were still dreaming of burning, killing and robbing everywhere after entering the city.
There are very few people in the Xiling Temple who know the master's overall plan, but Long Qing is one of them, because in a sense, he is the last disciple the master received by the master on the South China Sea.
Longqing thought he knew what was happening in Chang'an City - he came here at all costs, with a thousand miles of surprises just to cooperate with the audience.
The host of the spectator should have defeated the academy and broken the God-Shocking Formation. Chang'an City, which has no formal army protection, is a sinner who is waiting to die in front of his two thousand cavalrymen.
Thinking of this, Longqing's mood couldn't help but feel better. His cavalry would become the first army to attack Chang'an City in history, and would definitely become the last army to destroy Chang'an City.
He is the prince of Yan State and the son of Xiling, destroying Chang'an City and destroying Tang State was his lifelong wish. In order to achieve this wish, he put in too much effort and hardship, and even his soul suffered countless ice and
The test of fire has long been covered in bruises and is extremely painful.
For him, while destroying Chang'an City, there is another thing he must complete - killing Ning Que, an opponent who left too many cruel memories in his life.
In the green mountains behind Zhishouguan, he swallowed half of the Taoist's lifelong cultivation with his gray eyes, and swallowed the spiritual power of many royal priests on the wasteland. His current realm has long been forcibly improved to the peak of Zhimeng Realm, although he knows
Ning Que has now become a master of fate, but he firmly believes that this victory will definitely be his own.
From the banquet in Chang'an City, to the stone path behind the academy, to the arrow on the snow cliff in the wasteland, to the autumn rain outside Honglian Temple, he lost to Ning Que too many times, which made him most angry.
What is, Ning Que is obviously not as good as him in all aspects, but he is defeated again and again.
If there is a destiny in the world, if Haotian really looked down on this world calmly and lovingly, then after losing so many times inexplicably, it would be his turn to win.
The more you pay, the sweeter the fruit you pick. Longqing looked at the looming city in the north, thinking about the scene when he entered the city later, thinking about the scene where Ning Que fell under his sword in pain, suddenly he felt these few
The pain that year endured became an intoxicating fragrance.
The village next to the road kept collapsing in the raging fire, and the flames kept dancing on the silver mask. His eyes exposed outside the mask were as calm as usual, but his hands holding the reins trembled slightly.
At this moment, the raging fire in the village suddenly went out!
Longqing looked at the village that suddenly became extremely quiet, the scorched earth and ruins emitting black smoke, and the quiet fields, with his eyebrows slightly raised, and an extremely strange feeling arose in his heart.
Even the most violent heavy rain cannot extinguish such a huge fire in such a moment. Even if the violent wind is blown out, it cannot extinguish all the flames in the village.
Moreover, the clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the blue sky, and there were no traces of rain. The fields on both sides of the official road were extremely quiet, and the willows were quietly hanging, and there was not even a silk breeze.
What exactly happened?
The cavalry around also noticed the strange scene and looked around in a daze.
Longqing didn't look any other direction, but just stared at the other end of the official road.
This straight and spacious official road leads directly to Chang'an City, and is the Zhuque Gate.
He vaguely saw black wind and sand coming from a distance.
Longqing didn't know what the black wind was, but his heart subconsciously beat faster, his heart shaking slightly, and he felt endless fear, and he wanted to avoid it from afar.
"Distract! Take shelter from the wind!"
Longqing's face turned pale and shouted loudly to the two thousand cavalry scattered around him. Then, when he lifted the reins of the horse, he wanted to rush down the official road and run towards the ruins of the village that had turned into scorched earth.
These two thousand cavalrymen, composed of the temple escort cavalry and the cavalry directly under the Left Court, are the most loyal and elite subordinates of Longqing. They are very well-trained and have strict military disciplines. Although the cavalrymen don’t know what happened?
, he did not see the black wind in the distance, but listening to Long Qing's stern order, everyone did not hesitate to lift the reins and kick the horse, and desperately dispersed to the fields on both sides of the official road.
As a strong man at the peak of his life, Longqing's sensing of danger was very accurate and timely. The two thousand cavalrymen also perfectly demonstrated their own movement and made the fastest reaction.
However, this black wind from Chang'an City has long surpassed the scope of the world and cannot even be described as speed. It broke through more than ten miles in an instant and came to Longqing and the cavalry.
The wind is the flow of air, and the air itself has no color, so the wind on earth has always been colorless. The reason why this wind that ravages the world is black is because there are many things mixed in it.
The soil and snow, the teapot and the rice left in the iron pot and the blue bricks were all in this violent wind, making the clear light radiant from the sky unable to fall to the ground, so it seemed so drowsy.
What is really terrifying is that in addition to those hard things, there are countless sword intents hidden in this black wind. Those sword intents are so sharp that even the whistling wind sounds as if they were cut into countless fragments by it!
Some cavalrymen, before they had time to rush into the field and stayed on the official road, encountered the black wind first. They shouted in horror, and then the shouts suddenly stopped, their bodies were cut into countless pieces, their bodies were
The mount was also cut into countless pieces at the same time and then swept up by the wind.
The cavalry scattered into the fields did not avoid the sharp edge of the black wind. Even if they dismounted and hid behind the broken wall, the broken wall was cut open, and then their men were cut open, and they hid behind the mound, which was windy.
Their people were overturned, and then they were also swept up by the wind, and they didn't know where they went.
The black wind is coming, as if it is the deepest and deepest night.
In the heavy night, you can only hear countless sounds of blades breaking through the air, but you can't see the person wielding the knife.
The cavalry shouted desperately and then died one after another.
Longqing looked at the house in front of him that was cut into countless pieces by the wind, and his face turned pale.
At this time, Hei Feng had already come to him, and he finally saw some details in the wind. He saw the tools of ordinary people in Chang'an City, and then he saw the marks of the knife.
He knew who swung these swords.
With a clear roar, he took out the dark and quiet lotus from his chest and faced the black wind.
This is his natal lotus, and he has spent his whole life in cultivation without hesitation.
However, even if the observer realizes the state of tranquility between life and death, turns white bones, blood and flesh into white stems and red lotus, he will eventually be cut off by this black wind and will not know life or death. Life is worse than death, let alone him?
The black lotus witheres at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then its petals fall off.
Countless slight bloody mouths appeared on Longqing's body.
The silver mask on his face cracked like a dry field and then peeled off.
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I don’t know how long it took, but the black wind finally stopped. No one knew where the black wind went, whether it disappeared, or broke the void and entered another space.
The calm was restored between the fields in the south of the city. The first thing that fell was not the clear light, but a terrifying blood rain, to be more precise, a heavy rain of flesh and blood.
The cavalry and war horses cut into pieces of meat by the knife intention rose with the black wind and rolled into the air of countless feet. Until this time the black wind disappeared and fell on the ground one after another.
Tens of thousands of pieces of flesh and blood kept falling on the official road, and in the fields, there were dull sounds, splashing out countless blood flowers and terrifying juices.
The two thousand cavalrymen who raided Chang'an City all died in the black wind, most of which were turned into pieces of flesh and blood sprinkled throughout the fields, and some were directly swept to a high altitude and then fell to death.
On the branches on the southeast side of the official road, there were meat pieces and corpses hanging. More than ten black crows flew over, and they couldn't go around the tree, making cheerful calls, preparing to welcome this grand dinner.
These black crows could not eat all the pieces of flesh and blood, and there would inevitably be a lot of residue. Previously, these cavalry burned the village all over, and the willows turned into charred dead branches, hoping to get the nourishment of their flesh and blood.
In a few years, the willow trees here will definitely grow very beautifully.
Longqing is still alive.
He looked at Chang'an City in the distance.
The silver mask is broken, the old wound has not yet disappeared, and there are many new wounds on the face. The once perfect face is now very terrifying, just like the legendary ghost corpse in the underworld.
He suddenly laughed and then cried out in pain.
For that city and to kill the man in the city, he paid an extremely painful price, and even willing to appear in the soul. However, as he was about to succeed, he found that it was still just a delusion.
The city looked so close, but it turned out... it was still so far.
He hadn't even seen Ning Que yet, and he was defeated like this, and he was so cruel that he was covered in flesh and blood.
What made him most painful was that Ning Que's knife was not a slash. I believe Ning Que didn't even know that he had been to Chang'an City and was so close to Chang'an City.
And he still lost like this.
He looked at Chang'an City in the distance and shouted in despair.
"Ning Que!"
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From the beginning of entering the second floor of the academy, there were people in the world who described Ning Que and Prince Longqing as enemies of their lives, but Ning Que really didn't know that Longqing was in the south of Chang'an City at this time.
He didn't even know that Longqing was blown into a madman by the black wind. The two thousand elite cavalry who would have brought a catastrophe to Chang'an City were cut into a rain of flesh and blood by the sword intent in the wind.
He cut off the host.
The millions of Tang people in Chang'an City are also the masters who want to cut down.
He slashed out with a knife, and the black wind made the night come to the earth, and the master flew out.
The Suzaku Avenue was quiet. Whether it was injured or not, everyone looked at Ning Que's back, and finally the silence was about to look at the old man.
He asked in a trembling voice at the old man, "Are you dead?"
People on the streets all have the courage, but no one wants to face a terrifying person like the audience again.
Ning Que shook his head.
Everyone was silent.
Ning Que said: "But even if you don't die, you'll be useless."
When he heard his words, no one could react.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi leaned against the wet wall and looked at each other with some confusion.
The old man Chao was stunned and laughed and scolded, "I'm going to tease you at this time."
He walked towards the east city with a cane and shouted, "It's over, why are you still standing there? If you should go home, go home, find your mother, who will come, hurry up and call someone at the Imperial Medical Office."
Old Lady Chu laughed heroically and handed the old knife to the young daughter-in-law behind her.
It was not until this time that people finally confirmed the end of the battle.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi looked at each other and smiled.
Dr. Tea smiled.
Everyone laughed and burst into laughter.
The cheerful laughter gradually spread.
There are laughter in every street and alley in Chang'an City.
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Yu Lianheng hugged his senior brother and walked towards the street.
The eldest brother and the master chased each other for seven days, and their mind power was exhausted. Today, they fought from morning hours in Chang'an City, from morning hours to this time, and went straight to the sky from the street, and were seriously injured. There were countless bones on their bodies.
"Senior brother, I don't think you are so tall in the back mountain."
Yu Lian frowned and said as he looked at the senior brother's toes that were about to hang down to the snow.
Frowning is because of confusion and pain.
She jumped into the sky, fell from the sky, and held her senior brother. Although she was the leader of the Demon Sect, she was seriously injured and could not bear the pain.
Blood came out of her slender ankles, and the bones in the flesh were broken into countless pieces. Each step was stubble pierced into the flesh, causing endless pain.
Yu Lian stopped in the street, and thin beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.
The eldest brother landed on the ground, held her in his arms, walked towards the street, coughing blood non-stop.
Finally, he walked to the street with difficulty. The eldest brother put her down and watched her explain seriously at a slow speed: "Junior sister, it's not that I have become taller, but that you have become shorter."
Yu Lian nodded.
The two sat side by side on the broken threshold.
The eldest brother looked across the street and reached out to call him.
Mo Shanshan didn't see it because she was looking at the street.
On the street, Ning Que looked up at Qingtian and said, "Teacher, have you seen it?"
After a while, he said again: "Sangsang, did you see it?"
Ning Que sat down slowly.
Countless sounds of swords sounded in Chang'an City, which were the sound of returning to the sheath.
Countless sounds of hissing through the air sounded from his body, which was the sound of returning to the formation.
Countless vital energy of heaven and earth surged out of his body and returned to the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.
He began to bleed, and the blood was instantly shaken into fog, and there were countless lightning in the fog.
A moment of disillusionment, a moment of rebirth.
Mo Shanshan walked to him and helped him up.
They also sat on the broken threshold.
The four people sitting on the threshold did not speak, but just looked at the sky quietly.
It seems like there is a beautiful picture in the sky.
There are no pictures in the blue sky.
There were only two traces of water vapor left by the flames of the previous iron knife.
Water vapor is clouds.
That was a word written by the cloud.
A big word "man".
After a long time, the word gradually dissipated.
It seems that it has never appeared.
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