The situation was extremely tense. It all depended on whether Ning Que would break through Master Boshu's nine-layer Buddhist incantation or if Master Boshu's bronze bell would kill Sangsang first. At this moment, only a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State could influence the outcome of the situation. Quni Madi wanted to pick up her broken cane and smash Ning Que and Sangsang into meat paste, but she knew that she could not do anything about it. She looked anxiously at Cheng Ziqing.
The powerhouse from the Sword Garret, Cheng Ziqing, sat on the threshold of the temple with his sword in front of his knees. He had thought of many things in a short period of time. However, he had helplessly discovered that the relationship between the Sword Garret and the Academy, and the dispute between the Tang and the South Jin Kingdom had to be balanced on the premise of the existence of the world. As a cultivator, the first thing he had to do now was to prevent the destruction of the world.
Therefore, before Quni Madi's anxious gaze fell on him, he had already made a move. His left hand pinched a Sword Formula, and a sharp sword style shot out from the sword on his knees.
The swordsmanship of the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom was completely different from the ordinary swordsmanship of the world. Most of the time, a Sword Master would hold the hilt of his sword tightly and move with the sword. Therefore, when the flying sword flew up from Cheng Ziqing's knees, his body followed it. He reached out with his right hand, grasped the hilt, and moved with the momentum of the sword!
This movement was extremely fast and unstoppable. It was as if Cheng Ziqing's body had become a real sword, bouncing out of the sheath and stabbing Ning Que's back!
Cheng Ziqing was a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State, the second most powerful person in the Sword Garret, second only to the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai. In this dangerous situation, he would definitely use his strongest move, and his sword momentum was fierce!
No matter how strong Ning Que's body was after joining the Devil, he would not be able to block the sword and survive. If Sangsang was stabbed, she would most likely die on the spot.
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However, Cheng Ziqing's sword did not stab Sangsang.
His sword did not pierce through Sangsang's thin body and into Ning Que's back.
Because his sword had stabbed into a hard stone.
Cheng Ziqing's expression did not change. His sword continued to move forward unyieldingly, smashing the stone into pieces.
However, another rock appeared before the tip of his sword.
Cheng Ziqing's expression turned serious. He shook his sword again, and the Qi of Heaven and Earth gushed out from his sword. In an extremely short space, he shook his sword countless times, creating many phantoms in an attempt to avoid the stone.
But he could not avoid it.
In the quiet Buddha hall, in the space of one foot behind Cheng Ziqing and Ning Que, countless stones appeared. Those stones were of different shapes and corners. They were densely packed and filled the entire mountain and field, filling up the entire world.
No matter how swift and fierce the sword momentum was, it was still difficult to travel in the face of the stones that filled the sky and earth.
Back then, Mr. Ke's Haoran Sword was able to cut through the stones blocking the sky.
Although Cheng Ziqing's swordsmanship was amazing, it was not at this level.
In the blink of an eye, he felt that many stones were stuffed into his mouth. Then, there were many stones in his throat, chest, and abdomen. Those stones had a slightly numb taste, a slightly cool touch, and a stiff feeling. What was more painful was that those stones had sharp edges that constantly cut into his consciousness.
Cheng Ziqing felt a tightness in his chest and his heart palpitated. With a clear whistle, he floated back and slashed out 128 times with the cyan steel sword in front of him. Finally, he managed to cut down all the rocks around him. He left the desolate and desolate world of rocks and breathed in fresh air again.
Cheng Ziqing turned his head to look at the silent Calligraphy Addict, Mo Shanshan. His face was pale and he was shocked speechless.
The sword in his hand had numerous scratches and was seriously damaged. It was as if it had collided with hundreds and thousands of hard stones at that moment.
Earlier, when Cheng Ziqing rose with the sword and stabbed Ning Que's back, Mo Shanshan struck at the same time.
The Calligraphy Addict threw a ball of paper from her sleeves onto the ground in front of the futon.
It was a piece of talisman paper that she had pinched into the shape of a small stone.
That talisman paper was the talisman intent that she had learned from the pile of stones at the bottom of Daming Lake. It was with this understanding that she had entered the Knowing Destiny State this spring and become one of the youngest Divine Talisman Masters in history.
Because of this, Mo Shanshan named her talisman "Stone Array Tactics".
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In a battle, the biggest taboo was to be overcautious and indecisive. This was what Ning Que had taught Mo Shanshan during their journey in the Wilderness. Of course, he would not make such a mistake. That was why he did not stop attacking Master Boshu even though he knew that Cheng Ziqing's sword was aimed at his back.
He had a way to deal with the sword momentum of the Sword Garret powerhouse, such as the big black umbrella, which could at least buy him some time. However, the bronze bell in Master Boshu's hand was still ringing, and Sangsang was still vomiting blood. He had no way to deal with the bell. He did not have time, so he had to defeat Boshu.
Six layers of the nine-layered Buddhist mantra aura on Master Boshu's body had been cut by his podao. However, as the bronze bell rang, the Buddha's nature returned, and the nine-layered Buddhist mantra aura was restored in an instant.
Ning Que's expression was indifferent. He did not seem to care, nor was he disappointed. Before the blade of the podao in his right hand touched the ground, he lowered his waist and bent his knees. He clenched his left fist and punched Master Boshu!
In a battle between ordinary people, the fist was often the last resort, the most primitive, and possibly the strongest. However, in a battle between cultivators, whether it was the fist or the leg, as long as it was a part of the human body, it was bound to be the weakest, and even the most laughable.
Ning Que's fist was not laughable, because this was the first time he had revealed his Devil's Doctrine skills. More importantly, his fist contained an incomparably powerful Great Spirit.
There was a loud bang.
The nine-layered protective mantra aura on Master Boshu's body had been smashed through by Ning Que's fist!
Master Boshu looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer to him. His expression was one of shock. He held the bronze bell between his two fingers and charged forward.
Ning Que's fist slammed heavily on the bronze bell.
The thousand-mile Great Spirit inherited from Youngest Uncle Ke Haoran had finally met with the sacred Buddhist object left behind by Buddha.
There was another loud bang!
Master Boshu's face was pale, and two streaks of dark red blood flowed from the corners of his lips. The bronze bell between his fingers rang chaotically and swayed non-stop, like a small bell under the eaves in a storm that could fall at any time.
But it did not fall.
Ning Que's fist momentum was about to end, but no one had expected that his continuous battle moves would be as fast as lightning. His right hand that was holding the podao had just touched the ground when he flipped it up again and slashed upwards diagonally.
There was a soft swoosh.
Master Boshu cried out in pain and fell to the ground in disappointment.
His right arm had been detached from his body, and it flew towards the top of the Buddhist temple with blood.
The arm that had been chopped off was still tightly gripping the bronze bell.
Ning Que's expression did not change. He reached out to grab Boshu's broken arm and prepared to retrieve the bronze bell.
Since the bronze bell was Sangsang's nemesis, he had to hold it in his hand if he could not destroy it.
However, just as his fingers touched the bronze bell, he suddenly felt an extremely majestic Buddha's nature. It curved from his fingers to his elbow and attacked his heart!
An unbearable pain came from his fingers. The Buddha's nature was too terrifying, and Ning Que groaned. He understood that the sacred object left behind by Buddha was indeed not something that Sangsang and him, who was protecting her, could touch.
He let go of his fingers and let the bronze bell fall to his feet.
Then, he pulled out a second iron arrow and turned to shoot at Cheng Ziqing, who had already glided back to the entrance of the temple.
Cheng Ziqing had just used all his means to escape from Mo Shanshan's Stone Array Tactics. He was looking at the Calligraphy Addict in shock and speechlessness. He did not expect to face an even more terrifying attack soon.
No one expected that after Ning Que had just taken a huge risk to defeat Master Boshu and cut off one of his arms, he would launch an attack on the powerhouses of the Sword Garret without stopping!
In the entire temple, only Sangsang, who was behind him, and Shanshan, who was sitting in the corner, could think of this.
This was Ning Que's fighting style. Once a battle started, he would definitely knock down all opponents who could threaten him. He would only stop when he was sure that his opponent was dead or had no power to fight back.
Cheng Ziqing was a powerful cultivator in the Knowing Destiny State and could pose a strong threat to Ning Que. Now that Mo Shanshan had attacked him, how could Ning Que miss this opportunity?
The dark iron arrow disappeared as soon as it left the bowstring. With a very faint white turbulence, it arrived in front of Cheng Ziqing in a flash!
Just like Master Boshu, who could not resist the Primordial Thirteen Arrows that had exceeded the time limit, Cheng Ziqing could not do it either. But he was a powerhouse of the Sword Garret after all. He had already seen the power of Ning Que's arrow when he shot at Master Boshu and was already on guard. When he saw Ning Que turn around and draw his bow, he did not hesitate to respond in advance.
With a sharp and clear whistle, the sword in Cheng Ziqing's hand, which had already been severely damaged, suddenly exploded!
At the critical moment when his life was in grave danger, this powerhouse of the Sword Garret had forcefully dispersed his Natal Sword, which was as precious as his life, in exchange for a sword light that looked like a heavy curtain of rain!
The iron arrow appeared in the heavy curtain of sword light.
Countless extremely fine sounds of collision rang out. Countless pieces of the sword shot out and pierced into the beams, pillars, and windows of the temple, making clicking sounds.
Cheng Ziqing flew backward and crashed heavily into a stone statue of the Venerable One.
With a swish, the iron arrow landed on the green stone floor in front of him.
No one knew how deep the iron arrow had gone into the ground, but it had long disappeared, leaving only a black hole. Because of the intense friction between the arrow and the green stone, wisps of green smoke rose from the edge of the hole.
Looking at the hole in front of him, Cheng Ziqing's face finally showed a look of fear and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
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(I went to bed early last night, but I did not expect to sleep from ten o 'clock at night until four o' clock in the afternoon. I slept for a record 19 hours. I slept until my whole body was sore and groggy. I really made up for all the things that I did not say a few days ago. Some of the small and lazy preparation under the leather robe began to rise. When I turned on the computer to look at the monthly votes list, I was immediately energized. There are three chapters today! If you like it, please continue to vote!) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for it. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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