The fifth volume of the strokes of the gods, the fifty-sixth chapter, it is easy to talk about the c
The ground in front of Taoshan shook violently. Loeb, the top martial arts expert in the Golden Tent, finally took action. His reaction was no slower than that of the national master, Qin Nian and others, but because he was practicing martial arts, he pounced on Ning Que like a tiger.
It took some time after all, so I arrived a little late.
It didn't matter whether he came sooner or later, because he had to retreat after all. Ning Que listened to the sharp whistle coming from behind him, flipped his wrist, and the dark blade came back from his shoulder and hit Loeb's fist.
Previously, Loeb's fist collided with the iron rod in Tang Xiaotang's hand countless times. You must know that the seemingly crude iron rod is a sacred object of the Demon Sect. He met it with his bare hands, but there was no break in his fist. As you can imagine,
His martial arts cultivation was so terrifying, but when he met the iron sword at this moment, there was only a click. Loeb howled in pain like a wounded tiger, his wrist bones were shattered, and his body as strong as a mountain was shaken and flew away heavily.
fell to the ground.
At this time, the attack from the people of Nanhai and the priests of Xiling Temple finally arrived. On the front terrace of Taoshan, there was only the scream of swords, hundreds of sword lights flying at high speed, slashing at Ning Que's body like a heavy rain.
Everyone at the scene knew that Ning Que must be killed in the shortest possible time to prevent him from shooting a second arrow, so they really risked their lives to fight, one after another, just because of the difference in cultivation level, the order of shots
They sorted them out in order, and from this point of view, the Jinzhang Imperial Master, Qi Nian of the Buddha Sect, and Zhao Nanhai were the most profound people in the field. Loeb was a little behind, and the rest were even lower.
This does not mean that the last round of attacks will be weaker than the previous ones, because there are too many people participating. Except for Liu Yiqing and the sea-watching monk of Lanke Temple, everyone's strength has been gathered.
If there is a dense rain of swords, no matter how good his body skills are, he cannot avoid it, but Ning Que's sword skills were practiced in the wilderness of Minshan Mountain, and he is extremely proficient. In addition, he learned the Southern Jin Dynasty sword pavilion body from Ye Hongyu.
Once the principle of the previous foot is applied, real rain cannot wet his clothes, let alone flying swords like rain.
What is shocking is that Ning Que did not choose to dodge, nor did he use the sword to protect his whole body. Except for the Dao sword that felled an old priest in the South China Sea, he did not even look at the other flying swords that came at him.
Hundreds of flying swords pierced Ning Que's body. From the outside, it looked like he had turned into a thorn. However, an instant later, the hundreds of flying swords broke apart and fell on Ning Que like rotten straw.
at your feet!
Most of the Taoist swords that came at him were unable to pierce even the divine radiance that filled his body. Even the Taoist swords from the Xiling Temple and the Nanhai people who knew the fate could only pierce his clothes at most.
, when it touched his skin, it lost all its power and was shattered in an instant!
After Ning Que practiced Haoran Qi, his body was already as strong as iron. At this time, his body was filled with the majestic Haotian divine power. Now he walked on the path of Haoran Qi and filled his whole body with this divine power from the inside out, even more so.
Gold is like jade, and it is even close to the immortal realm of the Demon Sect. How can ordinary flying swords hurt it?
The broken sword rustled down and piled up to half a foot high on the ground. It looked like the red and yellow fallen leaves on the front terrace of Taoshan Mountain. They piled up small hills on the slightly cold ground, and Ning Que stood among them.
Looking at the scene in front of the altar, everyone felt chilled, especially those strong men whose natal swords were shattered by him, who were even more desperate.
Today, the Xiling Temple holds a Light Festival. There are at least twenty practitioners of the Fate Realm on the front terrace of Taoshan. There are also peerless masters like the Master of Xiling, the Seventh Mind of the Buddha Sect, and the National Master of the Golden Chamber. It can be said that more than half of the top warriors in the world are
All the strength was in the field, but such a formation was actually broken by Ning Que with one strike!
Under the siege of all the powerful men, he had no time to use the Thirteen Yuan Arrows again, nor did he have the extremely terrifying talisman rumored to be. He defeated all the powerful men in the world with only an iron sword!
Ning Que was once considered by the spiritual world to be the weakest person in history. However, today, who dares to say that he is weak? Who has the right to say that he is weak? Who can be stronger than him?
Why? Because he has endured the Apocalypse? Why can he accept Haotian's divine power? Even if he has really cultivated above the fifth realm, but he is not a Haotian believer, why was he not killed by the majestic Haotian's divine power?
Everyone was shocked and speechless, with countless questions echoing in their hearts.
At this moment, Ning Que inserted the iron knife deeply into the ground and then held the iron bow.
There were several loud shouts and exclamations on the front lawn of Taoshan.
Ning Que is so powerful with an iron sword. How terrifying would it be if he were allowed to use the Yuan Thirteen Arrows?
It was impossible for people to allow such a scene to happen. Regardless of whether they were injured or not, everyone launched a merciless attack on Ning Que again, and the energy of heaven and earth was in chaos on the Taoshan front terrace!
As before, the strong ones with the deepest realm are the first to react.
The Grand Priest Baoding, the Imperial Master of the Golden Chamber, had a solemn expression on his face. The color of the wooden tripod in his hand suddenly turned darker, and at some point, it was covered with a light layer of snow and frost.
The powerful thought power of the national master, which was as deep as the sea, was amplified by the blessing of the wooden tripod, and turned into a line of extremely cold thought power, mixed with the resentment of countless grassland sacrifices and sacrifices, and attacked Ning Que from the air!
He firmly believed that even if Ning Que had the blessing of Haotian's divine power, he would definitely be in trouble before he attacked with the power of resentment at a great cost. However, what he didn't expect was that the power of thought would disappear as soon as it was released.
, like a mud cow entering the sea, it can no longer be found where it went!
This mental attack was cut off by an invisible force!
What kind of power can cut off the power of thought!
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Almost at the same time, Qi Nian also used his most powerful Buddhist method.
Qi Nian is an eminent monk of Xuankong Temple, a Buddhist sect as famous as Ye Su and Tang Dynasty. Since the strange sign came from the wilderness twenty years ago, he has chewed his tongue and practiced closed-mouth meditation with compassion and perseverance.
He has been cultivating for more than ten years, and no one has heard him speak again. Even at the bank of Snow Lake in Chang'an, facing the twenty-three-year-old Cicada, the leader of the Demon Sect, who was hiding in the forest, he did not speak.
It wasn't until the autumn rain at Lanke Temple a few years ago, when Ning Que and Sang Sang were about to enter the Buddha's chessboard, and Jun Mo, the second teacher of the academy, broke into the temple that he finally broke his silence and said the word "ji"!
Just this word "hurt" caused the ancient bell of Lanke Temple to break. Jun Mo was forced to leave his back to Ye Su, and the iron sword was thrown away from his hand. You can imagine how powerful this Buddhist monk's closed-mouthed chant was.
Now a few years have passed by, and Qi Nian's closed-mouth chant has become more and more powerful. He opened his lips slightly, and in the gentle autumn breeze, a clean white lotus flower grew between his lips and teeth!
This person actually cultivated Buddhist thoughts into reality!
This is even more incredible than the statue of Fudo Myoyo he cultivated!
The clean white lotus floated away from her lips and headed towards Ning Que.
No one knows what kind of power this white lotus will bring when it attacks Ning Que.
Ning Que didn't know, and he didn't want to know either.
The people on the Taoshan front lawn want to know, but they have no way of knowing.
Because this white lotus, which contained infinite Buddhist thoughts, did not float in front of Ning Que. Instead, not far after leaving Qinian's lips and teeth, it split into countless fragments in the air in front of his face!
What kind of power can cut the Buddha's lotus into pieces so quietly!
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Zhao Nanhai's Haotian Divine Glory attacked Ning Que.
The holy light column condensed by divine brilliance was cut off less than three feet away from his index finger.
Loeb shouted like a wounded tiger and pounced on Ning Que again.
He only took three steps forward, and there were more than ten deep wounds on his body.
The mind was cut off!
White Lotus was beheaded!
Haotian Shenhui was beheaded!
The most powerful body can be easily killed!
There seemed to be countless powers hidden in the air around the altar.
Those powers are extremely sharp and can cut down anything in the world.
What kind of power can be so terrifying?
The broken divine radiance sprayed miserably everywhere, and the Buddhist chants released by the broken white lotus distorted the light. The blood on Loeb's body sprayed like a waterfall, and there were lines looming among the blood and blood of the divine radiance.
Those powers come from these lines.
These lines look messy, but in fact every two lines are in a group, which is exactly the character "Y"!
In the air in front of the altar, dozens of yi characters slowly appeared.
This is Ning Que's most powerful talisman!
This is the talisman that separated the bones and flesh of the Guanzhu in Chang'an City!
No one saw how he used the talisman, that's because no one knew that when he slashed with the iron sword earlier, he was not only trying to defeat the enemy, but also writing the talisman.
Each knife mark is a line, and two knife marks are a talisman.
Y character!
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In front of the altar, the character "Y" is floating.
No one dared to attack Ning Que anymore. No matter how proud and powerful the practitioners were, they did not dare to be presumptuous in the face of these simple words. The master of the temple could learn from his mistakes.
People were shocked and speechless, not only because of Ning Que's magical method of writing talismans with a knife, but also because he actually wrote so many talismans in such a short period of time!
Talisman Master requires talent, not everyone can do it, but people like Qinian naturally understand some basic principles of Talisman Dao. If writing is used to describe writing talismans, then Talisman Master's telekinesis is the ink used to write runes.
, and the mental power required to write a magical rune is even more unimaginable.
No matter how powerful the talisman master is in the spiritual world, even a talisman master of Master Yan Se's level, it is impossible for him to write so many talismans in such a short period of time!
But Ning Que did it. He didn't even need to meditate to restore his mind power. How did he do it?
The character "幂" was floating in front of Peach Mountain, countless leaves fell and then shattered, countless screams were heard, countless people lost their legs and lost their heads. Qi Nian and others looked solemn and did not dare to step forward.
The iron arrow has been strung, and the iron bow is bending.
Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him and felt that he had returned to the snowstorm in Chang'an City last winter. The Haotian power that Apocalypse received was like the infinite power given to him by Chang'an City.
With this kind of power, he can do things that many people can't think of, and can write many magical symbols. Even when facing the master, he is full of confidence, which feels very good.
This feeling is called invincibility.
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(Today is just one chapter. I am not in good condition and cannot write clearly. Three chapters tomorrow.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest support.