The crowd screamed in terror and retreated; the crowd roared in anger and charged forward. Ning Que waved the simple knife in his hand, and he would chop down anyone who dared to stand in front of him and Sangsang.
More and more blood was sprayed on the ground by the lake, screams and cries of pain were heard from time to time, severed limbs fell, and the liver and intestines were severed. The scene looked extremely bloody and cruel.
The Buddha Sect intended to turn the lives of ordinary people into heavy iron ropes and directly lock Ning Que to death in the White Pagoda Temple. However, they did not know that Ning Que was not the academy disciple they imagined. He was not the senior brother or the second senior brother.
, he is never afraid to kill when necessary, no matter who he is.
Looking at the horrific scene, a dervish monk could no longer suppress himself. He roared in the wind, and hit Ning Que head-on with his staff. Ning Que greeted him with a knife, and quietly kicked his left foot out from under his clothes, hitting the man in the middle.
The ascetic monk punched the man in the chest and abdomen, kicked him deep into the crowd, then let out a loud shout, and chopped off his head with a knife in both hands!
Under the blade are two hands of the Seven Masters.
I saw the seven incomplete fingers suddenly glowing with golden light, and then disappeared in an instant. The magnificent power of the physical Buddha met the majestic aura of Ning Que again. A strong wind blew by the lakeside, and even the aura of heaven and earth was a little chaotic.
, the surrounding crowd was knocked down like grass.
The soles of the boots drew a trace on the soil, and Ning Que was knocked back several feet, which was the starting point where he drew his sword to kill. The Seven Masters' body shook slightly, and finally took half a step back, his face pale.
Sure enough, the Buddhist monks will eventually fall into the world of hypocrisy. Ning Que wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at the seven pieces not far away quietly, thinking in his heart, since he sent himself to Shura from the beginning.
The situation is compelling. Then you should not take action now.
At this moment, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the Xiling Divine Guards had retreated to the outskirts of the crowd at some point, and did not look at him angrily in the crowd like the monks.
The Buddha's trumpet sounded. Master Qimei looked at Ning Que who was covered in blood, looked at the simple knife in his hand that had killed more than a dozen people, and said, "I didn't think you would actually use the knife."
Ning Que pointed his knife at the corpses in the field and said: "You should know very well that you killed these people. From the moment you ordered these bald donkeys to disperse, everyone who died today was killed by you."
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He was knocked back to the place where he first drew the knife. The student he had brutally cut in half was still alive, groaning miserably in a pool of blood. Half of his body was twisted, and his intestines were broken and his internal organs were miserable.
Qu Ni Madi and Lu Chenjia had their hands tied with ropes and stood behind Ning Que, looking at the bloody scenes around them with very ugly faces. (The fastest update of the full-text novel) Especially Lu Chenjia, whose face was as pale as snow.
Looking at the student on the ground with only half of his body left, his legs felt a little weak and he said, "Give him a good time."
Ning Que silently looked at the Seven Masters across from him. The simple sword he held in his hand was very stable. It seemed that he didn't hear what she was saying at all, or he pretended not to hear it.
Lu Chenjia stared at his back angrily and shouted: "He is going to die anyway, why do you have to let him endure all this pain before he dies?"
Ning Que still did not kill the painful student again, because he knew that killing people was not enough to scare the crowd into a state of madness, because death is sometimes equivalent to sleeping, before the body rots.
, cannot give mankind the greatest fear. At this time, only extreme pain and blood can have a strong enough effect, and fewer people will die today.
Qu Ni Madi looked at his side face and cursed: "He is indeed a beast!"
The lakeside gradually became quiet, and the student's moans and howls were so clear. Looking at the thick blood and severed limbs on the ground, someone began to vomit, and a woman's frightened cry could be heard.
Ning Que's bloody methods and cold actions indeed achieved the effect he wanted. The crowd was gradually frightened, especially the hundreds of people at the front. Their faces were pale and they subconsciously wanted to retreat.
"I know why you want to kill us even if you are willing to die, because in your view, we are the murderers who will destroy the world, and if you want to live, you need us to die."
Ning Que looked at the crowd around him and said, "But you must know that if you try to prevent us from leaving today, your world will be destroyed today and you will die today."
Then he looked at Qi Mei and said: "You and I hit each other before, and four people were killed. You should know more about how many people will die in a big battle between you and me, so as I said before,
If you try to intercept me here later, the hundreds of lives lost will be your sin, not mine."
After saying this, he carried Sangsang on his back and continued to move forward with the knife.
Seeing him approaching, the people at the front of the crowd screamed and backed away, their faces full of fear. No trace of courage could be found, and the crowd behind them suddenly became confused.
Ning Que, who was covered in blood, was like a heavy stone that fell into the pond with a thud, immediately spreading the water and forming an open space about ten feet in diameter around him.
However, at this time, at least tens of thousands of people were crowded into the Baita Temple. The crowd was not a pond, but a sea. Except for the common people in front of them, most people did not see what happened before the narrow bridge. They did not see those people.
In the bloody and cruel scene, the crowd behind still shouted angrily and continued to rush forward. The ripples at the front of the narrow bridge that had just swayed backward were instantly knocked back, forming a higher wave instead.
Humans are such strange creatures. They are afraid because they see them, but they are not afraid if they don’t see them. Even the weakest people, once they gather in sufficient numbers, they will feel that they are very powerful, and the timid ones will become courageous.
, and eventually became the most terrifying torrent.
The crowd surged in front of Ning Que, blocking the road ahead.
Ning Que swung his knife again and blood continued to spray.
Cries, shouts, and curses kept ringing by the lake.
Ning Que killed the people in front of him, and the others wanted to retreat in fear, but were pushed back by the crowd behind them. Some people got out of the way, and countless brave people from the crowd behind came to the front.
The teacher is right. Once a crowd gathers, it can have the most terrifying power. Because there are too many, you can't kill them all. He lowered his blade and hacked to death an honest-looking middle-aged man.
Then he swept the blade across and cut open the chest and abdomen of a monk. He took another step forward, thinking that even if he used talismans and arrows, he would not be able to kill all the people in front of him.
Even if he could kill himself, his teacher and senior brother would not agree.
This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and then he forcibly wiped it out in an instant - if he and Sangsang really wanted to die, even if the teacher and senior brother did not agree, they would have to kill him. As he thought about it, his wrist trembled slightly, and the blade
Go up and pick up an old woman who can't even walk.
Along the way, I don't know how many knives were fired and how many people were killed. His and Sangsang's bodies were already covered in blood. However, there was still a dark crowd in front of them, and there was no way out.
He took a deep breath and continued to wave his arms, slashing at anything that stood in his way, whether it was people or principles. In the end, he even became a little mechanical and numb.
Looking at the blood-stained faces with different expressions in front of him, he understood what many people had said - no matter how powerful a practitioner is, it is difficult to fight against the entire world alone.
Because human beings' joys and sorrows cannot be connected, nor can human beings' fears be connected. You cannot intimidate everyone with your own strength, so if you want to fight against the entire world, you need to kill enough people.
Ning Que has been killing people since he was a child, especially after going to Weicheng. He killed countless horse thieves in Subi Lake. In terms of experience in killing people, there are few people in the world who are richer than him. Even Ye Hongyu is not qualified to compare with him.
So he knows very well that killing people is a very tiring thing.
Even if your heart is as immovable as a rock, as cold as South China Sea jade and penetrates the bones, and will not tremble at all because of all this blood and death, your body will eventually get tired.
The mind power will be consumed and gradually become empty, the talisman paper will be used up, the arrows will be shot out, and the knife will be worn out. Even if the knife is not worn out, you will consume energy every time you swing the knife. The most important thing is that the blade will cut into the human flesh and blood, causing shock.
Although the force is weak, it exists. If it accumulates like this, there will always be a moment when you will be injured.
At this time, the sharp edge of the Pu Dao had cut open countless human bones. It was somewhat heated by friction, and there was a faint mist from the blood on it. Ning Que put the knife into its sheath and began to strike with it.
Turn the scabbard into an iron rod and knock away those who stand in front of you one by one. Although it is slower than directly slashing, it has unexpected effects. From time to time, people are hit in the air by the scabbard and then smashed
Entering the crowd, the crowd became more and more chaotic, and some places even started to trample on each other.
A child was squeezed out by the crowd and fell into the open space in front of Ning Que. He sat in a pool of blood and cried. The child was about seven or eight years old. Judging from the way he was sitting, his legs must have been trampled by the crowd.
The scabbard in Ning Que's hand fell through the air, landed on the child's head, and then stopped.
The crowd behind the crowd was still noisy and chaotic, with constant shouting and cursing, but the people nearby subconsciously quieted down, watching the scene nervously, waiting in horror for something bloody to happen.
Ning Que looked at the boy with no expression on his face, lightly waved the scabbard and pushed him aside.
Sangsang leaned on his shoulder, her face pale and very weak. Looking at the boy crying in pain on the ground, she struggled to squeeze out a smile and said, "Go home quickly."
The boy sobbed and climbed up with his hands on the ground, limping to the side and hiding. At this moment, he saw Sangsang's face and remembered that this woman was the daughter of Hades. Throughout the winter, grandma used
The monster that came to scare him couldn't help but scream in fright, and he subconsciously hit the face with a stone.
Ning Que was currently using the scabbard to knock away an ascetic monk, and did not notice this scene.
Sangsang was tied to his back. Even if he saw her, there was no way to escape.
With a bang, the stone hit her forehead, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.