It was said that very high places were very cold. Ye Hongyu, the Tao Addict, had a very high state. The tens of thousands of Taoist Swords that she sprinkled on the lakeside like a rainstorm were also very cold. The swords condensed from the lake water were covered with a light frost and had already become ice.
Tens of thousands of ice and frost swords covered the sky above the valley. A dark mass of swords arrived at the lakeside. At this moment, an umbrella flower bloomed in front of the thousands of swords. The flower was as black as the night sky, causing the thousands of swords to pale in comparison.
At the critical moment of life and death, Ning Que opened the big black umbrella.
This choice was not unexpected, even like those tired of clichés. However, just like the clichés in articles were often the essence summarized by thousands of years of scholars, the big black umbrella was the same. It could bear the dust of the world and cover the sky. No matter how heavy the rainstorm was, it would not leak a trace.
The small but sharp Taoist Swords came densely and hit on the thick surface of the big black umbrella like a real rainstorm, making loud and dull sounds of impact. The Taoist Swords could not pierce the surface of the umbrella. With the strong impact force, they broke into pieces of ice and then turned into mist and dissipated in front of the black umbrella.
While holding the umbrella, Ning Que pulled Mo Shanshan behind him. The big black umbrella was very big. The two of them half squatted under the umbrella. There seemed to be a semi-circular dark night above their heads, leaving no gap.
The Taoist Swords could not pierce the big black umbrella, but the terrible impact accumulated on the umbrella remained on the surface of the umbrella. Then, along the umbrella handle made of an unknown material, it was transmitted to Ning Que's hands that were tightly holding the handle.
He lowered his head and frowned. His arms kept trembling and his fingers turned pale. He had exhausted all his strength, but still could not resist the strong impact from the surface of the umbrella.
Tens of thousands of Taoist Swords formed a complicated sword array in the air by the lakeside. They fell in order and bombarded continuously. The speed became faster and faster. Even the ice and frost swords had a bright red tail, as if they were burning!
The handle of the big black umbrella slipped from Ning Que's fingers and hit his chest heavily!
Accompanied by a painful groan, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but his left hand tightly gripped the middle of the umbrella handle, his right hand tightly gripping the ribs of the black umbrella like iron wire, and his chest pressed against the umbrella handle.
The bombardment of the Taoist swords continued, and the power coming from the surface of the big black umbrella grew stronger and stronger. His fingers, which were clinging to the umbrella ribs, were gradually cut and bleeding, and were even about to sink into his fingers.
Ning Que stared at the white bones vaguely visible in the bloody flesh. His cheeks turned pale because of the severe pain, and even his body began to tremble. However, he still did not intend to let go.
He had always been ruthless to himself, especially at critical moments of life and death. Therefore, before the ten thousand Taoist swords by the lake, he would not let go of the black umbrella, because he knew that once he let go, both he and Mo Shanshan would die.
The blood flowing from his broken fingers did not drip to the ground, but flowed along the ribs of the black umbrella to the surface of the umbrella. Suddenly, a light appeared in his sense of perception. Unfortunately, at this moment, he really had no energy to find the true appearance of the light. He could only stare at the black surface of the umbrella, hoping that the Psyche Power of the Tao Addict would quickly weaken.
After shooting Prince Long Qing, he was very clear that he and the Divine Hall, especially the Tao Addict, had become mortal enemies. However, his eyes fell on the black umbrella, and he could not help but feel a lot of admiration and admiration.
The Divine Talisman in the brocade bag written by Master Yan Se himself, the epoch-making Primordial Thirteen Arrows that gathered the wisdom and energy of the back of the mountain of the Academy, and the Calligraphy Addict Mo Shanshan, who had already understood half of the Divine Talisman. What kind of power was this?
Although the Tao Addict had entered the Knowing Destiny State on the snow cliff, if she were an ordinary Grand Cultivator in the initial stage of the Knowing Destiny State, such a power and Ning Que's hidden dangerous means would probably kill her on the spot. In the face of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan's hidden dangerous means, she would also die on the spot. However, the Tao Addict did not die.
Although she was seriously injured by the two Talisman Arrows, this crazy Tao Addict did not die after all. Not only did she not die, but she indifferently stood on the thin ice of the lake. Being bound by the Divine Talisman of Binding, she gave up the most precious Natal Item and used ten thousand Taoist Swords to suppress Ning Que and Mo Shanshan so that they could not fight back!
Ning Que once heard that the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace once praised the Tao Addict for being proficient in all kinds of methods. Now it seemed that it was true. The Tao Addict was not only in a high state, but also in her perseverance, determination, vision, and endless means in the battle. He could not help but think, "Even so, I can't kill you? It seems that I have to find a way to kill you. "
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Although it was not launched by the Talisman Master himself, so the Talisman of Binding on the Daming Lake lost some of its magic, it was a Divine Talisman written by Master Yan Se after all. Its talisman power lasted for a long time and was very strong. Even Ye Hongyu, the Tao Addict, could not get rid of it in a short time.
Her white shoulder was shot by the Primordial Thirteen Arrows again. The blood condensed into blood beads and clung to her bare upper arm. It was a little bloody. Her meticulous and solemn Taoist bun had long been messed up. When strands of black hair floated in the air, they were tied to her cheeks by the Binding Talisman. The black hair against her white skin made her look particularly beautiful, but also a little embarrassed.
But there was no expression on the Tao Addict's face. She just coldly looked at the big black umbrella by the lake.
As a core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy, he was so weak. The Academy appointed Ning Que to represent the Back Mountain to travel around the world, so he must have some life-saving means. Therefore, although she sighed at the strong defense ability of the big black umbrella, she was not surprised.
What really surprised her and even faintly admired Ning Que was the ability he showed in the battle. This ability did not refer to the state or the degree of control of the Breath of Heaven and Earth, but referred to the ingenious use of all the fighting means and the accurate choice of timing. It could even be called a kind of temperament.
Today, in order to kill Ning Que by the Daming Lake, she had tried 90% of her efforts. She rarely used the Haotian Divine Skill, which she had not been comprehending for a long time. Finally, she used the Taoism Law of the Wan Jian Sect, which shocked the world by the hierarch of the Haotian Taoism Sect. However, she still could not kill him. Instead, she was seriously injured by him.
The miserable wound on her shoulder, the slightly warm blood in her palm, and the blood beads on her upper arm all made Ye Hongyu feel angry, humiliated, and even crazy. But her eyes began to burn like the swords formed by the frozen water scales, revealing a fanatical coldness. Only when facing an opponent who was truly worthy of respect would such a look appear.
In order to prove her Tao, she searched for powerhouses on the Peach Mountain of West-Hill and searched for the descendants in the wilderness of the world. Over the years, she had fought with many powerhouses, but very few of them could win her respect and even admiration. Because in her view, those so-called powerhouses only had the state and powerful strength, but did not know how to use them. They were as worthless as pedantic scholars.
Until today, she met Ning Que and found that the weakest World Wayfarer in history was an extremely rare cultivator who understood the true meaning of fighting. Although his state was still low, as long as his state improved a little, he would definitely be extremely powerful when proving his Tao by life and death. She was very sure of this inference, because she was such a person.
The big black umbrella trembled under the Taoist Swords of the Rainstorm by the lake. It seemed that it would collapse at any time, but it did not. The water mist that the ice swords turned into became thicker and thicker, and gradually buried it. The Tao Addict looked at it expressionlessly, and said very seriously in her heart, "Even this can't kill you? It seems that you really have to die. "
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Ye Hongyu was obsessed with Tao and with proving her Tao. How to prove her Tao? Only life and death, so she fanatically pursued fighting. Ning Que was obsessed with life and death. Why did he want to die? He could only avoid death. So he fought desperately. Although the reasons were different, the apparent temperament formed was somewhat similar. If they could know each other's childhood, they would probably know that they were the same kind of people.
Because they had the same temperament and philosophy, they admired each other and had a deeper desire to kill each other. Because it was not easy to kill, they respected each other and had to kill each other.
The Taoist Swords attacked the black umbrella, and the black umbrella resisted the Taoist Swords. Standing on the lake, the Tao Addict could not move her body, and the wound on her shoulder was still bleeding. She did not know when her Psyche Power would be exhausted. Hiding under the umbrella, Ning Que could not move his body, and the wound between his fingers kept bleeding. He did not know when he could not hold the umbrella tightly.
As time passed, Ye Hongyu's face was pale, but there was no sign that her Psyche Power was exhausted. Ning Que lowered his head and tightly pursed his lips that were pale because of the loss of blood, and there was no sign that he would let go.
The battle by the Daming Lake changed from a very intense dynamic picture to an absolute static picture. Except for the sword and the umbrella, the hidden danger was getting more and more intense. As long as one side could not hold on, it would be the time of destruction.
The situation seemed to have entered a deadlock. Both of them were so fierce that they could not see the end of this deadlock. It seemed that survival or death could only depend on who could hold on to the end.
In this case, a female Talisman Master seemed to be forgotten. But she was the Calligraphy Addict, so how could she be forgotten? In fact, the person who finally solved this deadlock was her.
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Mo Shanshan stood up and stood outside the big black umbrella.
Ning Que was astonished.
Looking at the dense Taoist Swords coming toward her, the female Talisman Master calmly bit her finger and let the blood drip from her finger. Then she gently stretched out her finger in the air.
With her movement, the Taoist Swords stabbing toward her suddenly slowed down a little.
The blood dripping from her slender fingertip was strangely suspended in the air.
Then, Mo Shanshan's fingertip gently dipped into the beads of blood in the air, like a slender purple brush dipping into the ink of a Huangzhou Clay Inkstone. She gently dragged the invisible paper in the air and drew a line of blood.
It was still the Half Divine Talisman, but this time the talisman line was not invisible, but followed the blood line and was extremely clear. The talisman intent gradually emerging by the lake was not stronger than before, but it was more vivid, as if it was alive.
The most powerful Half Divine Talisman that the Calligraphy Addict had written in her life did not go to the Tao Addict standing on the lake, because the distance was too far, and she knew that even if she took action, she might not be able to knock down the powerful woman.
Her Half Divine Talisman was thrown to the Daming Lake!
It was like a dry brush that had just finished writing a dripping ink scroll, throwing it into the clear water in the urn, trying to wash itself.
In the clear water of the Daming Lake, there were suddenly countless extremely thin blood lines, like cinnabar.
With this stroke as the guide, a distant and ancient aura was born from the bottom of the lake, making people feel shocked and worship.
The Daming Lake came to life, the lake water was steaming and rolling, and the mist covered the valley.
The Daming Lake disappeared without a trace, the lake water lost the sound of waves, and the mist covered everything.
That ancient and distant aura gathered in the thick mist and suddenly surged. In an instant, it occupied the entire verdant valley. In the blink of an eye, it overflowed the towering Snow-capped Peak, and finally rushed into the distant gray sky.
It seemed that the sky was about to be opened.
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(Motherf * cker, I wrote it out in a clean and refreshing manner. Who's more ruthless than me …) (To be continued) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it and vote monthly. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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