In the Border Town, on the journey, in the Old Brush Pen Shop and in many other places, Ning Que had told Sangsang many times that even if he couldn't cultivate, he could still chop them into pieces after he mastered the bladesmanship. But at least for now, this seemingly sonorous and forceful declaration could only be spiritual comfort or spiritual stimulation to a large extent.
He knew how incredible the powerhouses in the cultivation world were. He had never expected to defeat a cultivator in a face-to-face battle, not to mention the Sword Master in front of him who had at least stepped into the No Doubts State.
This was his first battle with a cultivator. He only had some indirect experience, so he didn't hold much hope. But he wouldn't despair, either. He always believed that only the dead needed despair.
The water on the charcoal stove gradually boiled, and the steam rose. The boiling water rushed into the teacup. Ning Que looked at this scene carefully, staring at Yan Suqing's every move, his shoulder, and his hand. He didn't listen to any words that might weaken his fighting will. When he saw this person pour tea, his eyes suddenly brightened.
Since he had to hold the teacup, he naturally couldn't pinch the Sword Formula anymore. Ning Que tightened his legs that were as firm as nails on the ground, and his body suddenly fell forward. Dragging the long podao with both hands, he rushed forward with all his strength!
Feeling the strong wind blowing on his face and looking at the young soldier dragging the podao behind him, Yan Suqing showed a mixture of pity and sarcasm in his eyes. He stretched his right hand out of the cuff and spread his fingers in the night wind.
There was a loud sound of wind breaking in the lakeside house. It was not the airflow caused by Ning Que's pouncing body, but the sound of the deep night being torn apart by some kind of power. The dark sword shadow that had disappeared at some unknown place buzzed loudly. It seemed to be in front and suddenly behind, and its position was unpredictable. In an instant, it tore the night and stabbed at Ning Que's back like lightning!
The bamboo leaves rolled up by the wind on the bamboo wall suddenly became quiet, and then scattered in all directions in panic. The hot mist near the charcoal stove suddenly condensed, and then sank to the ground extremely slowly. The time on the stone ground in the courtyard seemed to become much slower.
Was this the power of a Sword Master's full blow?
Feeling the absolute coldness coming from his back and the sharpness that had already begun to break his heart even before he came into contact with it, Ning Que sighed with emotion. He knew that the hand of the Grim Reaper was about to touch his back.
However, he did not look back, nor did he dodge. He continued to charge forward like a ferocious tiger. He was still running because he knew that there was no way back if he looked back. Dodging at such a close distance would be futile. At this moment, he could only run, run towards death or run faster than death. Only in this way could he have the last shred of hope.
When Ning Que was two steps away from Yan Suqing, he stared at his opponent's neck with his eyes wide open, regardless of the aura of death so close to him. Crossing his hands, he concentrated all his strength on the podao and fiercely chopped at Yan Suqing!
Looking at the fierce blade light coming at his face, Yan Suqing held the teacup in his left hand and just touched his lips, with no expression on his face. In the sea of Breath of Nature, he clearly saw that the hiltless small sword controlled by his Psyche Power had already flown to the back of Ning Que like lightning. Before the blade fell, the lad would die.
The podao in Ning Que's hand was three feet away from Yan Suqing's neck.
Yan Suqing's flying sword was one foot away from Ning Que's back.
The flying sword controlled by a cultivator was faster than the knife wielded by the best machetemen in the world.
No matter how he calculated, although Ning Que bravely fought for a desperate chance, it was a pity that this last fight could only cost his own life, but could not hurt Yan Suqing at all.
The next moment, Ning Que should have died, but he didn't.
With the momentum of dragging the podao and chopping, he quietly loosened his left hand and very naturally reached to his back, grasping a hard object sticking out of the cloth.
He grasped the handle of the big black umbrella.
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His slender and steady fingers grasped the handle of the umbrella and twisted it forcefully. The coarse cloth wrapped around the umbrella suddenly changed shape. The sturdy hardwoven cloth arched and tore in an instant, revealing a few patches of black inside. Those patches of black rotated and tore the cloth, like an ancient dragon that had been lying dormant for a long time raising its head violently from the ground. More and more coarse cloth was torn apart, revealing more and more black. Gradually, the black patches formed a black umbrella surface.
The surface of the black umbrella rotated and opened, and its surface area suddenly expanded. It was like a big black flower that was instantly stimulated by the condensed spring wind. With a bang, it covered Ning Que's back and blocked the dark sword shadow that was buzzing and shrill.
Yan Suqing mobilized all his Psyche Power to make a fatal sword shadow with endless power. However, when the hiltless small sword fiercely stabbed the seemingly ordinary and greasy umbrella surface of the big black umbrella, a very unimaginable follow-up change took place.
There was no sound of the umbrella surface tearing, nor was there any sound of fierce collision.
When the incomparably sharp flying sword pierced the surface of the black umbrella, it was like a fallen leaf falling into a boundless black swamp, or like a tired mosquito gently landing on the black signboard of the old workshop.
The flying sword vibrating and buzzing at high speed seemed to be glued to the big black umbrella surface, and suddenly became absolutely quiet.
A moment later, the fallen leaf falling into the boundless black swamp slowly sank without a trace, and the tired mosquito falling on the old black plaque dispiritedly and powerlessly fell to the air, falling to the end of its life.
The previously agile and sharp hiltless small sword seemed to have lost all its life in an instant, falling from the big black umbrella surface and slowly falling to the ground.
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In the world of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, a thread was broken.
Yan Suqing's expression suddenly changed, finding that he could not sense his own natal sword. With a shrill roar, he released the coarse teacup with his left hand and put his palms together to clamp the blade of Ning Que's one hand chopping toward him!
There was a hair's width between his palms and Ning Que's blade, and they did not completely touch each other. However, in that extremely fine space, there seemed to be some kind of power filling it, as tight as cotton.
The shrill roar reverberated in the quiet lakeside small house. Hearing the roar, the flying sword that had just fallen to the ground bounced for a while, but could not fly again no matter how hard it tried. It seemed to be extremely miserable and futile, like an old mosquito falling on the frosty ground in late autumn, with its thin wings frozen into glass ice. The so-called struggle was more like the twitching before death.
Yan Suqing's eyes were full of killing intent. With another shrill roar, he crossed his palms to slap away the cold blade surface, and then his right hand came out of his sleeve. His body slanted and bounced up from the chair, and he used his fingers as a sword to stab Ning Que's throat.
At this time, the coarse and clumsy teacup fell to the ground heavily, and the ground was covered with black and red ceramic gravel. The hot water mixed with tea leaves scattered in a radial shape, and the white hot air escaped in a panic.
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Yan Suqing used his fingers as a sword to stab Ning Que's throat, and drew an arc slightly to the left, which was a little farther than the direct stab, which also gave Ning Que the last time to react at the critical moment.
He had to do so, because he wanted to avoid the big black umbrella behind Ning Que. Subconsciously, he did not want to touch the big black umbrella, even a little bit. The greasy and dirty surface of the opened big black umbrella looked darker and darker than the darkness before dawn in the lakeside small house.
Yan Suqing did not know what the big black umbrella was. But as a Sword Master who had been immersed in the cultivation world for many years and had made progress in the past ten years after he quit the Military Ministry and hid among the tea-scented clay pottery, he could vaguely feel the fear brought to him by the big black umbrella, which was the instinctive fear of cultivators.
It was because of the deepest fear in his heart that Yan Suqing's finger sword was a little slower than usual. It was also in this extremely short time that Ning Que had time to move the black umbrella to the left side of his body.
At this time, the Big Black Umbrella, which had been completely opened, had a large surface area. Like a big black flower floating on the lake, it obediently slid from Ning Que's right shoulder to his left shoulder, and then covered his entire body.
Yan Suqing's fingers poked on the surface of the big black umbrella fiercely.
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The feeling of poking on the surface of the black umbrella … was a little slippery, sticky and disgusting.
Yan Suqing stared at the place where his fingertips touched the surface of the black umbrella. The deep fear in his heart surged out, his body trembled violently, and his face became extremely pale in an instant. He was extremely shocked to find that the Psyche Power in his body and the Qi of Heaven and Earth mobilized by his Psyche Power were also surging out along with the inner fear.
The big black umbrella was like the deepest and most boundless night, which would swallow all the light!
Yan Suqing didn't expect that he would be forced into such a situation by an ordinary person and a seemingly ordinary big black umbrella. But he knew that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff of life and death!
He didn't withdraw his finger sword, because as soon as the light entered the night, the winner must be decided. It was either day or night. Before or after sunrise and sunset, no one could leave in advance!
A shrill and unpleasant howl burst out from his lips. The cultivator who had hidden among the people for more than ten years finally broke out the most extreme strength. He exerted his Psyche Power at a terrifying speed and dispersed it around his body through the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi. He mobilized all the Qi of Heaven and Earth that could be sensed in the lakeside small building, condensed it in front of his fingers, and turned it into sword style to stab the black umbrella!
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The overbearing and sharp sword power of the cultivator was transmitted from the surface of the big black umbrella to the handle, and then to Ning Que's hand holding the handle. He lowered his head and stabilized the black umbrella with his left hand and shoulder blade. Listening to the cracking sound coming from his wrist bone and feeling the terrible power borne by his body, he clenched his teeth and didn't retreat.
At this time, he was like a Tang soldier with the big black umbrella as a shield and a knife behind him, standing in the forefront of the decisive battle on the grassland, desperately resisting the violent attack of the barbarian tribes outside the shield. He couldn't retreat, for once he retreated, he would be defeated. Everyone from the frontier army of the Tang Empire had such a sense of discipline and courage!
At this time, he concentrated all his spirit and strength on the handle of the umbrella to contend against Yan Suqing's finger sword which was condensed with his lifelong cultivation. Besides, he faintly felt that something very precious in his body was constantly flowing away along the umbrella handle and into the surface of the big black umbrella. So he couldn't lift the podao behind him with his right hand at all.
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With his finger on the umbrella and his body inside, the deadly stalemate lasted for a long time. The Qi of Heaven and Earth surged in the lakeside small building and condensed in front of Yan Suqing's finger, turning into a very short and sharp sword intent that stabbed fiercely.
Whether it was the dancing bamboo leaves or the gradually cooling water mist, they all seemed to feel the tense atmosphere in the field.
Yan Qingsu snorted slightly, and the blue veins on his pale face appeared and then disappeared.
The big black umbrella retreated a little.
The umbrella handle slipped away from Ning Que's left hand and hit his head hard. Finally, a trace of the extremely sharp sword style succeeded in penetrating the surface of the big black umbrella and pierced in from the point where the handle collided.
With a puff, blood spurted out from Ning Que's mouth and nose, spreading along the edge of the mask and dyeing his tender face red.
On the other side of the black umbrella, Yan Suqing's eyes also began to drip blood, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He had squeezed out too much Psyche Power and was almost exhausted.
Now it all depended on who could hold on longer.
The handle of the big black umbrella pressed on Ning Que's chest like a mountain, and blood kept gushing out from his mouth and nose. The mask had been completely soaked with blood, and the blood kept dripping along the edge of the mask and onto his shoes.
He raised his head with great difficulty, and his listless eyes brushed the edge of the black umbrella, looking at the tea master outside the umbrella. He found that Yan Suqing's thin cheeks had become even thinner at this time, and his eyes were deeply sunken. It seemed that he couldn't hold on much longer.
All of a sudden, Ning Que felt the power coming from the umbrella handle weakened a little!
He suddenly raised his head, holding the umbrella handle tightly with his left hand, and pushing against the handle with his chest, he forced himself to take a step forward!
The big black umbrella was like an indestructible big shield, pushing Yan Suqing back a step!
A fierce howl of grassland beasts fighting brutally came out of the youth's mouth. He mobilized the last trace of strength in his body, lifted the podao dragged on the ground, and fiercely chopped at Yan Suqing!
With a crack, the blade deeply penetrated into the depths of Yan Suqing's neck, and then continued to move forward with an extremely horrible sound of bones breaking and flesh breaking, until it came out from the other side.
The pair of eyes on Yan Suqing's head stared at the teenager behind the black umbrella in disbelief. Then, his head tilted and fell from his neck, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled into the tea that was still giving off steam.
The big black umbrella slowly fell down, and the umbrella handle was still tightly held in Ning Que's hand.
Ning Que stared at the head on the ground, gasping rapidly, and said, "You're used to being a tea master, so you're no longer a sword master, because you even forgot to invite a valet."
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The darkness before dawn was so deep, and Chang 'an was so quiet at this time. There were no pedestrians on the streets, not even a cat that was used to walking at night. A youth covered in blood ran out of a square in Southern City. He staggered and ran, and sometimes his weak legs couldn't support him, so he fell heavily on the ground.
Blood kept dripping from the edge of the mask. He felt that his sight was a little blurred, and even his mind was a little confused. He didn't know where he was, because of excessive blood loss or other reasons.
"If I want to take your life, I will definitely take your life."
He subconsciously murmured, looking for the way home.
The voice came out of the mask that was soaked and stuck with blood, and seemed a little distorted.
He had heard the siren before, and the remaining reason made him know that he had to leave here as soon as possible. The government had been alarmed, and if Chang 'an City sent out the Yulin Royal Guards, he would only have a dead end.
So he continued to run wildly on the Vermilion Bird Avenue that he didn't recognize.
The black umbrella tied to his back was bounced up from time to time, and then opened, puff after puff.
The vengeful youth covered in blood.
The evil ghost that crawled back from the underworld.
A black lotus grew on his back.
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(I've written for ten hours, and I'm finally satisfied with writing to this point. F * ck! I'm not going to write a single chapter. By the way, I need everyone's recommendation and support on Monday. I didn't want to ask for monthly votes, but this chapter is so good that I feel sorry for myself if I don't take this opportunity to ask for monthly votes! Good night! I'll continue with the next three chapters after I wake up, and I'll make sure to write the best three chapters!) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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