Chapter 87: Splashing ink, the cloud is a little dirty
Look at the messy grass and trees on the clouds, some with lush leaves and branches, and some as pale as autumn grass under the white frost. They are all scrawled with words, all of which are the words for murder. When Ning Que cuts the word "Y" with his knife, it floats up, and only
Seeing countless thin traces appear in the sky, the cursive writing in the clouds suddenly became messy.
Ning Que's method is indeed magical. Even Wang Shusheng admired Master Yan Se's vision when he saw this scene. Of course, he still admired Yan Se, not Ning Que.
I heard Wang Shusheng's shouting in front of the palace, and the cool winter wind suddenly picked up speed. More clouds were swept in by the wind, blocking the sunlight behind the clouds, making the palace look even more tranquil.
Clouds are a very strange thing. When there are few of them, they are just white clouds floating in the clear blue sky. When there are more of them and they overlap each other, the color becomes darker and darker.
The clouds above the palace became thicker and thicker, turning into gloomy dark clouds. As the clouds moved, they looked like ink in an inkstone, being stirred by an invisible pen.
The previously white paper turned into ink in the inkstone, and the sharp and scrawled wild grass naturally disappeared. However, at the next moment, the clouds suddenly became lower, and then countless chaotic clouds like ink balls flew out.
Every cloud is a scrawled word.
Wang Shusheng's wild grass did not disappear, but turned from the traces on the cloud paper into cloud ink, which seemed to have substantial energy and fell on Ning Que's head like rain.
What a magical method!
Ning Que's face turned slightly pale, and the thought power in the sea of consciousness was desperately outputted. He waved the iron knife in front of him, writing out the characters "Y" one after another, and chopped all the cursive characters formed by the ink cloud into dead branches.
However, this dark cloud covers the entire imperial city, covering an extremely wide area. There are at least hundreds of words of wild grass hidden in it. It keeps falling like this. How long can he kill it?
The iron knife came out of the wind, and the "Y" characters weeded the grass silently. Those scrawled and terrifying handwritings were like real grass, being harvested and chopped. The cursive characters falling in the ink cloud became denser and denser, as if they were endless. Ning Que
His face became paler and paler, and he could only rely on the talismans around him to support himself.
In the battlefield, the only thing that can limit the power of the talisman is telekinesis. A powerful talisman like the Yi character consumes an unimaginable amount of telekinesis. If this were not the case, wouldn't it only take a few talisman masters to sweep across the battlefield?
The whole human world?
For Ning Que, he rarely felt the importance of telekinesis when casting talismans in the past. That was because he had meditated since childhood, almost thinking hard, and the amount of telekinesis completely surpassed that of ordinary talisman masters. What really required him to write countless
At critical moments for the talisman, such as the battle with the heroes at the Light Festival or the battle with the Guanzhu in Chang'an City, he has endless sources of telekinesis - the Jingshen Formation and Sangsang's divine power.
Today's situation is different. Facing the unpredictable Master Shusheng, he must use all his strength, but without the help of Chang'an City, after writing the seven yi characters, he felt that his mental power was showing signs of exhaustion!
Master Yan Se had already explained this kind of thing when he taught him the Tao of Talisman. Ning Que knew very well that it was very common for a Talisman master to exhaust his mental power, and it was also the most common way to die. What really shocked him was that,
He would exhaust his telekinesis power after writing the seven-word "Yi" talisman. His opponent wrote such a wild cursive article of hundreds of words in the clouds, but his expression remained unchanged!
Ning Que rarely met a practitioner whose telepathy was more powerful than his own, but now he discovered that his opponent's telepathy was so terrifying that he seemed to be even more powerful than the national master of the Golden Tent! Sure enough, the Book Saint
Even the Sage of Calligraphy, his state of mind and methods are indeed at a first-rate level in today's world!
Ning Que knew that he had to make a decision early, and he inserted the iron knife in his hand heavily into the bluestone ground. With the "Y" character in the air around him still resisting the ink cursive writing falling from the clouds, he took out the bow and arrow from the back of the big black horse.
He drew an iron bow and set an iron arrow, pointing at the calligrapher above the stone steps in front of the temple.
No matter how powerful your thoughts are, no matter how terrifying the cursive writing in the clouds is, what can you do if I shoot you to the core with an arrow?
At this time, ink clouds were flying around the field, and the symbols were shaking the sky and the earth. No one could see the scene clearly, but Wang Shusheng could see Ning Que's movements clearly.
Looking at this iron bow that shocked the world, Wang Shusheng's expression was as calm as before, without any fear or even vigilance. Since he wanted to kill Ning Que, how could he not think of this person's most powerful method?
The sleeves of his robe were slightly fluttered, and Wang Shusheng reached out his right hand from his sleeves, grabbed it far into the air, and actually grabbed a cloud of ink from the dark clouds in the sky, and then sprinkled it towards Ning Que!
Big splash of ink!
This is the Great River Country, this is the home of the Sage of Calligraphy, how could he allow Ning Que to be so presumptuous?
There are more than ten palaces, countless stone statues and bronze sculptures, and as the calligrapher grabs the clouds and splashes ink, they suddenly exude countless solemn and murderous auras. This is the palace formation!
The formation is the great talisman. The formation in the Royal Palace of the River Kingdom is the great talisman written by the masters of Mochiyuan. Today, the calligrapher seizes the clouds as ink and moves the palace as talisman, so he will suppress Ning Que on the spot!
It was dark in front of the hall, and a shrill voice could be heard faintly. All sight lines were obscured by the cloud of ink thrown by the Book Master, and even the space was distorted by the chaotic symbols in the cloud!
Ning Que's iron arrow has left the string, but he has no idea where it went!
This is the most effective way to deal with Yuan Shisan arrows. If you can't aim, if the space you see is fake or distorted, how can you hit the target?
Looking at the Mo Yun in front of him, feeling that there were countless chaotic symbols hidden in it, Ning Que's expression became a little complicated. He knew that he had lost, and he had nothing to say.
The Book Saint is the saint in the book. Master Yan Se and Wei Guangming died together in the north of Chang'an City. He is the only remaining master of Fu Tao in the world. It will take time for Ning Que to catch up with him.
Ning Que was about to be killed by Mo Yunli's Fu Yi before he saw it, but strangely, there was no fear on his face, and he looked very calm, only slightly disappointed.
Wang Shusheng looked at the expression on his face and frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled.
Ning Que has experienced countless dangerous battles in his life, but in terms of a fair duel with a truly strong man, the only ones he had was the battle with Xiahou on the Snow Lake, and the battle with the Guanzhu in Chang'an City.
During the battle with Xiahou, Xiahou was still injured. During the battle with Guanzhu, the entire Chang'an City and the people in the city were his helpers. Logically speaking, the most dangerous battle he faced against Wang Shusheng today -
—The opponent is really powerful, so powerful that he can grab clouds and splash ink, and use miraculous means.
Ning Que saw that he was bound to lose, but he still believed that this was the easiest battle in his life.
He put down the iron bow that had lost its meaning, pulled out the heavy iron knife from the bluestone, stepped hard with his right foot, crushing four connected bluestones, and then he rose up and rushed towards the calligrapher!
The Haoran Qi in his belly completely exploded, and endless power was poured into every part of his body, boosting his speed to an unimaginable level!
Ning Que rushed into the fog that looked like splashing ink.
In that dim and dark fog, there were countless scrawled writings and chaotic symbols in the ink.
The air in the fog has become distorted.
The awe-inspiring Qi covered every inch of the body, but it was still not enough to completely isolate those terrifying symbols. The clothes were torn, and the body had small bloody openings. When the blood spilled out, it was broken into mist.
Ning Que continued to run with a faint blood mist, and slashed at the large splash of ink with his sword.
Every time the knife fell, the splashed ink was cut a little lighter, and a clear knife mark appeared on the dark clouds above the palace, revealing the clear blue sky, where the sky was still clear.
Wang Shusheng's eyebrows slowly raised, and the white hair that had been cut by Ning Que's magic talisman was fluttering in the wind.
He knew that Ning Que had practiced Haoran Qi and that he had become a demon, but he still felt that the other party was seeking death because the space in this big splash of ink had been distorted. Not to mention Ning Que, even if Ke Haoran was resurrected, it would be impossible.
Holding the sword and rushing over like this, because space represents the power of rules.
He felt that Ning Que was committing suicide, so he decided to give Ning Que another ride.
A powerful force of thought enveloped the entire palace, and the area of splashed ink expanded further and further. A dim mist filled the square in front of the palace, and even the flower tree in the corner of the imperial city was gradually submerged.
Ning Que rushed into the splashing ink, and countless clear and crisp sounds sounded. It was the sound of the winter wind being driven by his body, and then cut off by the distorted space and chaotic symbols in the splashing ink.
Even the wind can cut it, let alone a knife, let alone a person?
The flower tree in the corner of the imperial city wall had several branches fallen down, making it look unsatisfactory.
Ning Que continued to run, completely ignoring the terrifying ink mist.
Then, he ran out of the fog and appeared in front of Wang Shusheng.
The distorted space and chaotic symbols in the fog did not kill him. Except for the clothes that were cut open at the beginning and the small bloody mouth, there was not even a new wound on his body.
The flower tree in the corner of the imperial city wall was safe and sound.
Wang Shusheng looked at Ning Que who came to him, frowned slightly and remained silent.
He found this matter very confusing and unreasonable.
Although the people of the Tang Dynasty were indeed unreasonable, the academy was even more famous for being unreasonable.
But this matter is really unreasonable.
Ning Que was not prepared to talk about any more reasons. During the previous conversation, the calligrapher said that the Tang people were unreasonable. He had already asked the other party to explain it, so there was no need to repeat it at this time.
He raised the heavy iron sword and slashed it at Wang Shusheng.
Let Ning Que stand a foot in front of him while holding the iron sword. Who else in the world today can be his opponent besides those powerful men from the Ming Sect and Ye Hongyu?
Wang Shusheng screamed loudly and raised his pen in front of him.
Broken pen.
Wang Shusheng was blown away and hit the columns of the main hall, spurting out countless blood.
He is a book saint, but he is not a sword saint after all.
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Wang Shusheng had become much older in a very short period of time. He looked at the half-broken pen in his hand with a confused expression because he still hadn't figured it out.
He was very confident in his realm of Talisman. He believed that even the battle before Yan Se's death was no different from his own realm. So why could his disciples defeat him?
Why can Ning Que ignore his big splash?
He looked at Ning Que and asked, "Why?"
Ning Que thought for a while and said: "Probably because... you can't beat me."
Wang Shusheng didn't understand and continued to ask: "Why can't I beat you?"
At this time, a voice came from the side of the hall.
There is no emotion in this voice, but everyone who hears it must believe it, because the speaker seems so natural, because her words are the law of heaven.
"Because I don't want you to win against him."
Sang Sang walked to the front of the temple with his hands behind his back, without even looking at Wang Shusheng who was in a pool of blood. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and said, "The method of gathering clouds is good, but this cloud is a little dirty."
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(Yesterday Yuncai helped me calculate an account. If I need 200,000 yuan this month, starting from today, I will have to write an average of 7,200 words a day. He is deeply worried about this. I am not worried because I have decided to compete with those who took the college entrance examination. Classmates, if we work hard together, we will definitely succeed!
I wish all the students who are taking the college entrance examination all the best, and just like I repeat every June, I sincerely hope you can't see what I said, because it means you are not playing online... Finally, my family Sang Sang is so cute, there will be two chapters tomorrow.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)