Countless pairs of eyes watched the Big Black Horse break into the enemy's camp like lightning and then enter Yangzhou like a wisp of smoke. There were the Tang Army, bigwigs from the warlords in the city, the dead in the Fuchun River, and the dead hanging on the trees on the bridge. Many of them died with their eyes wide open. They finally closed their eyes when they saw Ning Que.
There was a long straight road behind the city gate of Yangzhou. The Big Black Horse galloped southward and traveled a few miles in an instant. The sound of hooves slowed down. That was Ning Que's reply to the dead in Qinghe Prefecture.
In the middle of the street thousands of feet away, there was a huge sacred sedan. The gauze curtain was fluttering in the warm spring breeze, revealing the face of the young Great Divine Priest. He was still calm with a cruel smile.
"You are in such a hurry. It seems that the wind and thunder are unstoppable. But I think it is not the demeanor of the Academy."
Hengmu Liren looked at him and said.
Ning Que got off the horse and did not answer. He reached his right hand behind his shoulder and held the hilt of his blade. He walked toward the sacred sedan.
It was thousands of feet away from the sacred sedan. It would take him a thousand steps to walk slowly.
"According to your fighting style, you never give your opponent too much time to prepare. So who are you going to leave the thousand steps for? For yourself? It seems that you know how the battle will go. "
Hengmu Liren smiled with satisfaction and said, "It is not surprising that you can defeat A Da easily in the Wilderness. Because Talisman Masters are naturally invincible. Moreover, you have the ability of the Academy. Besides, you are also a cultivator of diabolism. You are already one of the most powerful cultivators in the cultivation world. Unfortunately … none of these means anything to me. "
While talking, Ning Que had already walked dozens of steps forward.
Hengmu Liren stopped smiling and stared at the approaching figure. A trace of anger flashed across his tender eyes and he said coldly, "Talisman Masters are invincible in the same state? Talisman Masters below the Five States are naturally invincible? Even so, so what? You should know that I have already surpassed the Five States. How can you defeat me? "
Ning Que still did not say anything. He held the hilt and walked forward in silence.
Hengmu Liren did not look down on him because of his silence. On the contrary, he looked more solemn. He leaned forward and then sat up straight. He said seriously, "Of course, I admit that you are powerful enough. Today's battle, no matter who wins, will shake the entire world just like the Battle of Verdant Canyon years ago. It will be recorded in of history. So I am grateful that you are here."
Ning of Hengmu Liren was powerful enough to show his strength.
Of his absolute confidence of of of of of of gratitude.
But Of Hengmu Liren did not agree.
He felt that the battle on the street of Yangzhou today was not similar to the battle of Verdant Canyon. He might be able to compete with Second Brother now, but Hengmu was not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as Liu Bai.
Eyes of Hengmu of Liren was of Tian of Haotian. of Heaven of Of Of of. Liu Bai was the most powerful one who dared to draw his sword against Haotian. He was the most powerful one in the world.
Ning Que remained silent. Hengmu Liren was finally displeased. His solemn expression was mixed with anger. He thought that there should be some sympathy between him and Ning Que. However, Ning Que did not answer him, which made him feel ignored.
"Are you confident that you can defeat me?"
He looked at Ning Que and said sarcastically.
"No."
Ning Que finally spoke. He looked at the sacred sedan and said calmly, "Before every battle, I am never sure that I can defeat my opponent, even if my opponent is a baby who can't cultivate. Only people like Ye Hongyu and I can understand this mentality. So you will never defeat people like us. "
Hengmu Liren remained silent for a while and said, "Is this … a man who lives to fight?"
Ning Que was about a thousand feet away from the sacred sedan. He loosened his grip on the hilt and then tightened it.
Hengmu Liren raised his head and stared at his face. His eyes were shining and he said, "So, do people like you know why you fight?"
Ning Que raised his eyebrows and did not answer. It was meaningless.
Hengmu Liren stood up slowly. The gauze around the sacred sedan moved without the wind and revealed his body. He was wearing indigo robe and had a peaceful and powerful aura.
A distant voice reverberated through the entire Yangzhou City, and it was proud and certain.
"I am the son of Haotian. I love this world deeply. I fight for this world and for Haotian. Therefore I will win the eternal victory!"
Hearing this, Ning Que suddenly let go of the hilt and rolled up the sleeves of his black academy uniform. He said, "Even though I don't like such a coincidence, I have to admit that I have been fighting for her."
Then he came to the front of the sacred sedan.
Tens of thousands of layers of gauze were blown up by the wind and then torn into pieces. The pieces had barely started to dance when Ning Que broke through the sedan and stood in front of Hengmu Liren.
Until then, the flagstones on the long street were broken into pieces. Smoke and dust were stirred up. Then the wind whistled. He exerted an unimaginable power and an unimaginable speed. He was extremely violent.
Ning Que looked at Hengmu Liren.
In fact, this was the first time he met Hengmu Liren. They did not greet each other except for the time when they met by the iron arrow. He did not even see the face of this young Taoist Taoism before he punched at him.
His punch was as heavy as Min Mountain. If it hit, even the sky would be cracked. No matter how powerful Hengmu Liren was, he could only accept his defeat.
The wind from the punch hit him. Hengmu Liren's young face showed a shocked expression. He had taken Ning Que seriously, but he did not expect Ning Que to attack so quickly and violently.
Yes, what Ning Que wanted to do was to attack first. He wanted to use his rich fighting experience to bully this young Taoist Taoist Taoism who was in a powerful state but did not know how to fight.
That was why he gave up on the saber and chose to use his fists. Only when he could control his body so perfectly could he unleash absolute speed and end all the changes before all the changes happened.
Ning Que believed that Hengmu Liren might be able to do something at the last moment. But he would not be able to stop Tianqi. Therefore, he would not be able to resist Ning Que's fist. Ning Que's fist was as big as an earthenware bowl.
With a loud boom, the streets of the City of Yangzhou exploded. It was much more terrifying than Hengmu Liren's thunder-like words. The shredded gauze around the sacred sedan shot out like arrows.
Hengmu Liren lowered his head and looked at his chest with a mocking smile. His body was covered by a thin layer of clear light. He opened his hands and aimed at the sky.
Ning Que's fist did not manage to defeat him. It did not even manage to touch his body. The thin layer of clear light slightly caved in, like an indestructible armor, blocking the infinite power outside!
Two pure flames of Haotian's Divine Flame were burning in his palms! A majestic force came from the sky and poured into his body. This was the Heavenly Enlightenment!
Ning Que did not expect that his continuous silence as a foreshadowing, the hilt as a precondition, the momentum of his attack, and the final burst of power could be blocked by Hengmu Liren with absolute speed and strength.
Because he did not expect that Hengmu Liren could achieve Tianqi in such a short time.
He had fought with the powerful cultivators in the Tianqi State and heard from Sangsang about Wei Guangming's Tianqi before his death. Now he realized that Hengmu Liren's speed had surpassed Wei Guangming and Xiong Chumo, and was almost as fast as the Abbey Dean in Chang 'an. What state was he in?
Hengmu Liren raised his head and looked at him with a faint smile, as if he was looking at a clown or a dead man.
The Five States were a very high threshold for Taoism. Inside and outside the threshold were two different worlds. Tianqi was the highest state above the Five States, but Ning Que was still below it. Hengmu was already in Tianqi. How could he defeat him?
"Or, you can try that talisman."
Hengmu Liren looked at him and said so with a faint smile. Ning Que had written the unimaginable talisman in Chang 'an, but he could not do it in Yangzhou. Because those who were loyal to the old Tang and those who were willing to fight with him had all been killed and hung on the bridges and trees.
Ning Que had prepared a lot for today's battle.
So had Hengmu Liren.
At this moment, there was a faint cry of cicadas at the end of the long street.
Hengmu Liren was a bit shocked.
Ning Que remained calm. He knew that his Senior Sister did not come. That was the real cicadas welcoming the Empress. Only he, himself, could defeat Hengmu Liren.
Back then, he wrote the talisman with the help of the entire Chang 'an and defeated the Abbey Dean. Later, on the Peach Mountain during the Rite to Light, he defeated Xiong Chumo with the help of Sangsang.
Now he had left Chang 'an. Whether Sangsang was in the Divine Kingdom or hiding somewhere in the human world, she was not with him. So how could he defeat Hengmu who was a Tianqi cultivator?
In fact, only a moment had passed.
Ning Que's fist was still on Hengmu Liren's chest.
He suddenly loosened his fist and opened his palm just like Hengmu Liren did.
They were not on the Peach Mountain, so Haotian's power did not flow into his body.
A drop of crystal-clear liquid appeared in his palm.
The liquid was clear and sticky. It melted in the wind and turned into a bit of Qi.
A bit of Great Spirit.
The Great Spirit started burning fiercely in his palm, emitting endless light and heat. It looked no different from the Haotian's Divine Flame burning in Hengmu Liren's palm.
It looked a bit weird.
Suddenly, Ning Que slapped on Hengmu Liren's chest with a backhand!
Different from before, the thin and clear light that covered Hengmu Liren's body seemed to think that the Great Spirit was the same holy light and did not stop it.
The burning Great Spirit poured into Hengmu's body.
How could he defeat a Tianqi cultivator? Master Yan Se's method was to cut the space so that Haotian's power could not completely fall into the cultivator's body. Yu Lian's method was to cut the world and take the cultivator into her own world to cut off the connection between the cultivator and Haotian. Ning Que could not do that, so he had to think of other ways.
Back when he was in seclusion in the cliff cave and inherited the Youngest Uncle's mantle, he had been thinking about one thing. Since the Great Spirit was so similar to Haotian's Divine Flame, if he did not consider the difference between religion and divinity, would the two energies be the same? Tianqi accepted the power of Haotian's Divine Flame, so there must be a limit on the cultivator's capacity. If someone poured more power into the cultivator, would the cultivator be overwhelmed?
That was his method.
Hengmu Liren was in Tianqi. His body was filled with Haotian's Divine Flame. He could not stop the process, but he could pour a spoonful of oil on the fire and rain on the river that had overflowed the dam. He believed that the Divine Flame that he poured into Hengmu Liren's body was more than enough to cause a qualitative change.
A little bit of the Great Spirit? That was the cultivation that he had been cultivating day and night for years. It seemed to be a little bit, but it was actually almost infinite.
After a light pat, Ning Que's face turned extremely pale. Even his cheeks looked thinner. It was not hard to imagine how much power he had lost at that moment.
Hengmu Liren's face turned pale too. But it was not pale because he was weak. Instead, it was pure and holy, like jade. In contrast, his pupils had occupied his entire eye sockets. They were pure and dark, extremely sacred, but with a hint of pain.
The process only lasted for a short while.
Dust and smoke rose up on the long street. The Qi of Heaven and Earth above the City of Yangzhou and even further away were disturbed. Clouds were stirred up and the sacred sedan could not hold on any longer and turned into ashes.
It was as if a horrible hurricane from the Storm Sea in the east of the Kingdom of Song had suddenly arrived here. The world turned dark and the whistling sound was like the wailing of ghosts. The houses nearby were all turned into ruins!
The dust and smoke gradually dispersed.
Hengmu Liren stood still. His divine robe was torn and hot air was coming out from the cracks. His mouth and nose were extremely dry. He seemed to be about to fall, but he did not.
"Stupid human."
He looked at Ning Que and said coldly and disdainfully, "Is this how you came up with to kill me? The Divine Flame is the power and will of Haotian. It is incalculable and as vast as the ocean. Where can you create another ocean? Infinite is still infinite. How can it overflow the dam? "
With that, he punched at Ning Que. His fist was burning with Haotian's Divine Flame. It left a bright and blinding flame in the dark street.
There was a loud bang.
Ning Que was blown backward. Half of the houses on the street were destroyed.
It was quiet. No sound could be heard.
Hengmu Liren withdrew his fist and looked at the Divine Flame on it. He was satisfied with his power.
However, at the other end of the street, there was a small sound.
Someone was pushing the wooden beams and stones away.
Hengmu Liren squinted his eyes and looked at that direction. He was surprised and confused.
Ning Que stood up in the ruins. He was covered with blood and many bones were broken. There was a horrible wound on his chest that was punched by Hengmu. His heart could even be vaguely seen.
An ordinary person would have died from such a serious injury.
No matter how strong his will was, he could not stand still.
However, he stood very steadily, and the expression on his face did not change.
"It seems that the methods in the stories are not working."
He wiped off the blood on his face and looked at Hengmu Liren, "Then I have to try my new method. It might not work, but it might work."
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(The story that Ning Que read was called Qing Yu Year. The method was the one that the Qing Emperor used to deal with Ku He. The new method he learned was the one that he learned a few days ago. I don't want to use the name Yangzhou anymore because it is not beautiful. So I decided to use the Great Spirit. Tomorrow it will be called Fireworks in March, and the day after that it will be called A Thousand Miles Happy Wind.)
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