The buzzing sound of high-speed vibrations could be heard around the black horse carriage. Every buzzing sound represented a sharp flying sword. When Ning Que slashed away a flying sword, the fallen knights confirmed that Mr. Thirteen of the Academy was extremely sensitive to the changes in the aura of Heaven and Earth. No matter how they tried to hide the traces of their flying swords, they could not escape his eyes. Therefore, they changed their tactics and stopped trying to hide the traces of their flying swords. Instead, they tried their best to exert their Psyche Power to maximize the power of each flying sword.
However, to Ning Que, this kind of fighting method was meaningless. After cultivating the Great Spirit, his physical strength and power were incomparable to that of ordinary cultivators. He wandered around the black horse carriage. Occasionally, he struck with his blade, and a blade radiance would appear in the autumn rain around him, and a flying sword would be knocked away.
No one, and no sword, could get within a foot of him. This was the powerful tactic of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, that his master, Master Yan Se, had mentioned to him.
Ning Que not only understood the principle of a foot of space in front of him, but he also understood the Great River Sword Style of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, through Ye Hongyu's thin piece of paper. Now, his bladesmanship was not only sharp and simple, but also had a majestic and irresistible power, as well as an extremely strange sword style.
No one could get close to him, but he could. The liquid condensed from the Great Spirit in his body was spinning at a high speed, continuously releasing Great Spirit. He stepped on the muddy grass with his right foot and splashed a large amount of muddy water. He then instantly appeared in front of a Fallen Knight, leaving an afterimage in the air.
With a puff, the blade in his hand pierced deep into the thigh of the fallen knight. Then, he pulled it out as fast as lightning. The Great Spirit turned again, and he flew back more than a hundred feet, returning to the side of the black horse carriage.
At this moment, a fallen commander glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que's face was slightly pale. He felt that his sense of perception was in turmoil, as if a huge wave was about to be set off. Only then did he realize that this fallen commander was a rare Psyche Master.
Not many people in the world had a stronger Psyche Power than Ning Que. Especially after he received the fragments of consciousness from Master Lotus at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, he had become the natural nemesis of Psyche Masters. Even Master Dao Shi of the Xuankong Temple could not defeat him in the spiritual world, let alone this person.
Ning Que glanced at the fallen commander.
The vigorous Psyche Power in his sea of consciousness directly erased the Psyche Power that this person had sent at him.
That fallen commander's face suddenly turned pale. He held his stomach and vomited. The food in his stomach mixed with blood spurted out from his mouth and nose. He looked extremely miserable.
In the battle, Ning Que's strange and indescribable body movements had already shocked everyone present. It was widely acknowledged in the cultivation world that a Psyche Master would have an absolute advantage in a battle of the same state. However, Ning Que had only glanced at the fallen commander and caused him to suffer a serious backfire. It was even more shocking and unimaginable.
Ning Que indeed only had peak Grotto Profound cultivation realm.
But he had too many unique skills, including the Youngest Uncle's Great Spirit, Liu Bai's sword style, the body of the powerhouse of the Devil's Doctrine, Lotus's consciousness, and Master Yan Se's Talisman Taoism skills. Now he had even surpassed the Invincible Realm below the Knowing Destiny State, and already had the strength close to the Knowing Destiny State.
In other words, even if facing an ordinary Grand Cultivator in the Knowing Destiny State, Ning Que would not have any fear. He even had 40% confidence that he could kill the opponent with his sword.
However, these fallen knights did have considerable strength, especially when they cooperated with each other during the battle. Whether it was their body movements, footsteps, or even breathing, they seemed to follow the same frequency.
Fighting with these fallen knights was like fighting with one person.
Every time Ning Que seemed to kill someone with his superhuman body movements, there would always be a flying sword coming from a dangerous angle. Some people even directly used their arms to block. In order to protect their companions, these fallen knights who had been condemned as sinners by the West-Hill Divine Palace did not hesitate to die, as if they were extremely noble.
It was precisely because of this that Ning Que had injured several people in a few short moments since the beginning of the battle. However, except for the fallen commander who had been seriously injured by the backfire of his Psyche Power, he had not been able to make any of the enemies lose their combat power.
Even so, Ning Que believed that he could kill all of these people, or in other words, exhaust them, including that powerful person at the peak of the Seethrough State, as long as he had enough time. However, he was even more clear that he was actually fighting with that person, and that person had not yet made a move.
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Long Qing made a move.
A black peach blossom grew in his hand.
A pure black invisible Taoist Sword grew out of the black peach blossom.
The black Taoist Sword floated in front of the Red Lotus Temple like a ghost.
A sense of Quietus gradually spread from the sword.
Sensing this sense of Quietus, the fallen knights were refreshed, as if they had been injected with fresh energy. The flying swords interweaved like flowing lights, and immediately blocked Ning Que in a very small area in front of the black horse carriage.
Ning Que also felt this sense of Quietus. Somehow, there was a shivering cold feeling in the depths of his heart. He always felt that something terrible was about to happen, and his body also became tired.
In fact, Long Qing had already made his move a long time ago.
When Ning Que shot the seventh iron arrow, he waved his taoist robe and turned the autumn rain into a stone waterfall, blasting at the black horse carriage. Some of the faintly black raindrops avoided the big black umbrella and fell into the carriage.
They fell on Sangsang's body.
At this time, Sangsang's pale and haggard cheeks became strangely red, as if she was extremely hot. She coughed more and more violently, and there seemed to be spots of blood on her clothes.
Sangsang knew that she was poisoned.
Although she did not know how she was poisoned.
She knew that if she forcibly used the Divine Skill at this time, no one knew what would happen.
However, feeling the horrible aura of Quietus penetrating through the carriage, and watching Ning Que struggling under the siege of the crazy fallen knights through the window, she knew that she had no choice.
Sangsang held the wall of the carriage and stood up with difficulty. She opened the skylight, and then held the big black umbrella with both hands, opening it to the autumn rain that kept falling from the sky.
She opened up a piece of light.
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The holy Haotian's Divine Light lit up the gloomy sky in the rain, and the grass in front of the Red Lotus Temple was clearly illuminated, as if the rain had stopped at this moment, and the scorching sun had come back to the world.
Sangsang was on the roof of the carriage, holding the big black umbrella with both hands. Countless milky lights jumped out of her body, and then sprinkled everywhere in the green mountains through the big black umbrella.
Because of the closeness hidden in the deepest part of their hearts, the fallen knights woke up from the aura of Quietus. Looking at the familiar and awe-inspiring Divine Light, some of them remembered the identity of the girl in the handmaiden costume, and could not help but show fear in their eyes.
They had served Haotian in the West-Hill Divine Palace for decades, and their reverence for Haotian had long been deeply rooted in their bones. Facing the future Great Divine Priest of Light of the Divine Hall, and facing the purest and most solemn Haotian's Divine Light, how could they not be afraid?
Since the beginning of the fall, they were willing to offer their souls to Yama in search of survival and power, but it did not give them much resistance to Haotian's Divine Light. Instead, it made them even more afraid!
The faces of the fallen knights were extremely bright, and all of them had very complicated expressions. Some were confused, some were regretful, and some were afraid. Some even covered their faces and cried in despair.
Long Qing's situation was relatively better.
He had a deeper faith in Haotian, but it was easier for him to temporarily erase it on the spiritual level. However, the black sword he pulled out from his natal peach blossom had become the primary attack target of Haotian's Divine Light because of its innate aura of the Netherworld.
The pure black invisible Taoist Sword let out a painful moan, accompanied by a light sizzling sound. Bursts of green smoke rose from the sword, as if it would melt in the next moment in the bright world.
Long Qing groaned in pain, and his burnt face turned pale. His burnt body began to emit green smoke, and the wounds caused by the iron arrows began to bleed again.
He took back the black sword, ignoring the blood flowing on his body, and walked toward the black horse carriage. Because he found that if he wanted to kill Ning Que, he had to first kill the little handmaiden.
Fortunately for Long Qing and the fallen knights, the Haotian's Divine Light in front of the ruined temple today was not as abundant and lasting as the Haotian's Divine Light by the Yanming Lake that night.
It seemed to be a long time, but it was just a moment. The Haotian's Divine Light on Sangsang was extinguished, and the cold autumn rain ruled the world again.
She looked at the faint shadow on the grass under the carriage and lowered her head.
She was seriously ill and poisoned, so there was no way for her to transfer the Haotian's Divine Light into Ning Que's body today. She had done everything she could.
She turned pale, fainted, and fell into the horse carriage.
The big black umbrella left her hand and floated to the puddle beside the carriage, swaying gently.
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The holy Haotian's Divine Light, even if it only illuminated the world for a moment, was still bright.
In that moment of absolute light, Ning Que turned into a very faint shadow, gliding on the grass at a high speed. His blade silently swept past those fallen knights who were as dumb as wooden statues.
Then, he squeezed out the last of his Psyche Power and activated all the Fu papers in his arms, turning them into countless walls of fire and wind and snow, blocking Long Qing outside the black horse carriage.
Sangsang had been with the big black umbrella since she was a child, and she was reluctant to let it go even when she was sleeping. At this time, the big black umbrella left her hand, which could only mean that Sangsang's situation was very critical.
The autumn rain fell again, and the fallen knights fell to the ground one after another.
There was a horrible wound on their necks, chests, and abdomens.
In the moment when the light came and left, two fallen commanders and five fallen knights were killed by Ning Que. The others who were still alive were also seriously injured and could not stand up for a while.
The situation in the field suddenly changed.
Now, the only ones who could still stand were Ning Que and Long Qing.
After a series of bloody battles, Ning Que's Psyche Power was exhausted, the Great Spirit was exhausted, the talismans were used up, and the arrow box was empty. He was really at the end of his rope. He moved with difficulty to the side of the black horse carriage, leaned against the wall, and silently lowered his head, breathing tiredly and heavily. Every breath seemed to be so painful.
Zi Mo sat on the grass, and his body was covered with blood. He looked at Ning Que, who was leaning against the carriage, and his eyes could not help showing an expression of awe. He could not understand how this person, who was only at the peak of the Seethrough State, could compete with the Priest and so many other masters. How did he do it?
"Give up."
Zi Mo looked at him and said in a trembling voice, "Let your strong soul follow His Excellency and open a new page for this world. In this way, your name, Mr. Thirteen, can also be spread for thousands of years."
Ning Que leaned against the carriage tiredly and did not answer him.
Long Qing looked up at the sky, and the cold autumn rain entered his eyes, slightly wet.
His hands trembled slightly, and he knew that he had finally won the most important victory in his life.
"Now, you can finally admit defeat."
Long Qing withdrew his gaze and looked at Ning Que calmly.
Ning Que still held the hilt of the podao and stared at the rainwater splashing in the puddle in front of his feet. He said tiredly, "The Headmaster said that this is my story, and only I can write it. Since it is a story written by me, you can't be the hero in the story, so I don't understand why I lost."
Long Qing said, "The world is very big, and everyone has their own story. You have one, and so do I. But unfortunately, today's story is mine, and I am the hero."
Ning Que was silent. He knew that Long Qing was right … He had exhausted all means, but still could not change the situation. The most important thing was that Sangsang was now unconscious.
Long Qing asked, "Do you have any last words?"
Ning Que looked up at the cold autumn rain, and suddenly shouted, "Headmaster! Eldest Brother! Sangsang and I are going to die! Come and save me! "
Long Qing's expression was very interesting. He suddenly felt that Ning Que was a very interesting person.
No one responded to Ning Que's shout, and the mountain was lonely. As the Headmaster had repeated countless times, there might be people who were born with knowledge, but there was no omniscient person in this world.
"I'm just trying. You don't mind, do you?"
Ning Que looked at Long Qing and said with a difficult smile.
Long Qing said, "I don't mind."
Ning Que threw away the podao in his hand, looked at him, and suddenly said very seriously, "I have last words."
Long Qing said, "Go ahead."
Ning Que looked at his eyes and said, "Let my little handmaiden live."
Long Qing was silent for a moment, and then said calmly, "I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"Why?"
"Because she will avenge you."
"You are afraid of her?"
"No one dares to look down on a future Great Divine Priest of Light."
Long Qing looked at him and said with a smile, "And a future Great Divine Priest of Light must taste good. It will bring me unimaginable benefits, and may even not be inferior to you."
Ning Que squinted slightly, and said after a while, "I don't understand what you are saying."
Long Qing explained very patiently, "I learned a cultivation method from the Tomes of Arcane, which can swallow a cultivator's Psyche Power, Divine Power, experience, consciousness, and all the cultivation for my own use. It is said that this cultivation method originated from the Devil's Doctrine's notorious Practice of Taotie, but it is not so bloody, and does not need to eat people like a beast."
The reason why he explained so clearly was that he wanted to see emotions such as despair, anger, resentment, unwillingness, and madness on Ning Que's face, because Ning Que had once brought these emotions to him. So he always thought that if he could return all these to Ning Que, it would be a very good thing.
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(I'm in a good state now. I've entered the legendary state, but I've been in a manic state several times. This is 4,000 words, and the next chapter should not be too late. I don't care so much, I'll go crazy first. There will definitely not be any updates tomorrow. I'll say this in advance, let me lie down and die.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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