The blade was dragged on Master Qi Mei's back. In a very short period of time, there were many slight sounds of the blade rubbing against the bones. One could imagine what kind of pain Qi Mei was suffering.
However, there was no change in the expression on his face. He was extremely calm, as if the podao in Ning Que's hand was not cutting his own body, but the bark of a tree by the stream. At the moment when Ning Que's podao was about to reach its end, he turned around and let the blood splatter in the air. He stretched out his hands and slapped towards Ning Que's face.
Ning Que did not know who this middle-aged monk was. That was why his first iron arrow was shot at Luo Kedi, whom he knew and was wary of. However, since this middle-aged monk was qualified to stand with Luo Kedi, he must be a bigwig from the Buddhism Sect, or even a powerhouse like Master Boshu from the Xuankong Temple.
That was why he did not hold back. Even when the podao slashed the other party's back, he did not let his guard down. He keenly noticed that although the podao in his hand had left a terrible wound on the monk's back, the podao's power had been largely neutralized by the monk's strange trembling defense. The blade had only cut through the skin and flesh, but had not been able to cut through the other party's bones, much less injure the other party's internal organs.
Since that was the case, the middle-aged monk's counterattack was naturally within his expectations. When the two pairs of slightly thin and branch-like palms attacked his face, he had already reacted. The podao in his hand rose from a low altitude and slashed horizontally from the left. With the majestic Great Spirit, it slashed towards the other party's body again.
The blade whistled as it cut through the air. The sound was extremely shrill. Although it made a sound, its power was not much weaker than the first strike that broke through the wall. The expression on Qi Mei's face grew calmer. The two palms that were slapping towards Ning Que's face suddenly spread out in the air. Like a shepherd boy playing a flute, they stretched towards both sides and were about to go towards the blade that was coming towards his eyes.
Ning Que shivered slightly. He did not believe that this powerful middle-aged monk was an idiot. Since the other party dared to use his bare hands to catch his podao, his hands were naturally extraordinary.
In a split second, he saw the edges of the middle-aged monk's hands glowing with a golden luster. He could not help but think of the old monk he met in the depths of the Wilderness. At that time, when Ning Que shot an arrow, the old monk's left hand glowed with a golden luster and took the Primordial Thirteen Arrow head-on. Then, it shattered.
Recalling the scene at that time, Ning Que believed that the middle-aged monk would not be able to use his palms to block the full force of his Great Spirit. The momentum of the knife was not hindered at all. Instead, it became more ferocious and continued to chop down!
With a light snap, Master Qi Mei's right pinky finger touched the blade of the podao. Ning Que only felt a strong force passing from the blade to the hilt, and then to his palm!
There were a few more light sounds. The remaining four fingers of Master Qi Mei's right hand fell on the blade one by one, like playing a flute. It looked elegant and refined, but in fact, it was as fast as lightning!
When all five fingers of Master Qi Mei's right hand fell on the blade, the golden luster on the edge of his palm suddenly became stronger. Then, it disappeared in a very short period of time. Nothing unusual could be seen.
Five vigorous forces were poured into the heavy and solid blade of the podao along with the five finger presses. Then, they attacked Ning Que's body. The blade buzzed and his body trembled slightly.
The crystal water droplet condensed from the Great Spirit in Ning Que's body seemed to feel some kind of threat. It did not wait for the Psyche Power to summon it. Instead, it spun rapidly and transmitted countless Great Spirit to his arms, making them look like they were made of iron. He held the hilt and continued to cut horizontally. The momentum of the knife was extremely strong!
At this time, the sharp blade was only a few inches away from Master Qi Mei's cheek. It was also at this time that his left hand finally touched Ning Que's blade.
Master Qi Mei's left hand only had two fingers, the thumb and the index finger. There were only seven fingers on both hands. Once they were spread out, they looked like seven green peaches. That was why the master's Buddhist name was Qi Mei.
Although he only had two fingers, they were more useful and powerful than the two hands of most people in the world. This had nothing to do with frequent use. It was only related to the firmness of his Zen heart and his past stories.
The thumb of Master Qi Mei's left hand fell on the blade without being cut. He did not use the posture of pressing the hole with his right hand. Instead, he gently lifted the blade, as if he was carefully and cautiously carrying a flute.
Just at the moment when the thumb gently lifted the blade, Ning Que felt a strong force, like a tide that was dozens of feet high, slapping towards him along the blade.
His body trembled violently, like the moss on the reef in the tide. He did not know when it would be washed away.
Master Qi Mei's last index finger also fell on the blade. It was in the opposite direction of the thumb, lifting the other side of the blade. It was still the movement of carrying a flute, gentle and calm.
At this time, the blade was still an inch away from his face, but it was difficult to move any further. The eminent monk of the Xuankong Temple held the podao with seven fingers, like holding a flute, ready to lower his head and play it gently.
The scene was elegant, but in fact, it was very dangerous.
An even more ferocious tide followed closely behind the first tide and slammed towards the black reef on the shore. The moss on the reef trembled and was already beginning to peel off.
Ning Que only felt a tearing pain in his chest. There were signs of turbulence in his Ocean of Qi, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood that he spat out turned into a blood mist, followed by his shout!
Ning Que forced out all the Great Spirit in his body. An extremely gorgeous golden light spurted out from the podao, instantly burning the blood mist and hitting Qi Mei's face.
Qi Mei closed his eyes, and a light breath of Buddha fell in front of him.
The Haotian Divine Light that spurted out from the podao in Ning Que's hand purified the breath of Buddha in a very short period of time.
Qi Mei took a step back, but his hands were still holding the podao gently and refused to let go. So, he was no longer holding the flute and wanted to blow it. Instead, he was like a naughty shepherd boy who wanted to snatch the flute from his companion.
Of course, Ning Que would not let this powerful monk snatch his podao away. The little finger of his left hand quietly flicked out. He cast the fastest Fire Talisman, and it burned between the two of them.
It usually took a while for a Talisman Master to cast a talisman, unless it was the Infinitive Talisman. Qi Mei did not expect that Ning Que cast this Fire Talisman at such an amazing speed. He had to let go of his fingers and take another step back.
From Chang 'an to Chaoyang City, the talisman that Ning Que wrote the most in his life was the Fire Talisman. The talisman that he used the most was also the Fire Talisman, because Sangsang was afraid of the cold. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. When it came to the speed of casting the Fire Talisman, not to mention Mo Shanshan in the past, even if Master Yan Se came back to life, there was no way to compare with him.
The Fire Talisman turned into a fierce fireball, burning fiercely between him and Qi Mei. It was like a ball of lightning, which looked particularly terrifying. But what was really terrifying was actually the action that Ning Que made when casting the talisman.
He squatted down.
When Qi Mei let go of his fingers and stepped back, the podao in his hand regained its freedom. As he squatted down, it slammed heavily, brushed past Qi Mei's waist, and fiercely chopped down between his thigh and abdomen!
With a hissing sound, Qi Mei's monk robe was suddenly torn, and a deep knife wound appeared between his groin. Although he still used that magical method to remove most of the knife's momentum at the moment when the knife was about to touch his body, Ning Que chose that place to cut the knife for a deeper reason. There were a lot of blood vessels in the groin. Once it was slightly ruptured, blood would gush out!
The lower half of Master Qi Mei's body was instantly wet with blood. The blood that gushed out from his groin began to flow down his naked thigh. Coupled with his eyebrows that were burnt by the Fire Talisman, he looked extremely miserable.
Looking miserable did not mean that he had lost his combat power. If an ordinary cultivator was hit by these two knives, especially the second one, he would definitely die from excessive blood loss. But judging from the previous knife, this middle-aged monk might still have some tricks. So Ning Que did not hesitate. He held the hilt with both hands, threw himself forward, and fiercely stabbed the other party's lower abdomen!
Such a fierce bladesmanship, especially this stab, he used the Great River Sword Style of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai. Even if Qi Mei was the president of the Hall of Respect of Xuankong Temple, he still could not avoid it. It was only a matter of whether he could survive or not.
Unfortunately for Ning Que, today the Buddhism and Taoism Sects had ambushed him and Sangsang. Naturally, the middle-aged monk would not come alone. There were also Luo Kedi and the 18 West-Hill Divine Guards. What made him feel even more regretful was that Luo Kedi had a burly figure, but his speed was beyond his calculation.
Just as the podao in his hand had pierced the middle-aged monk's lower abdomen, Luo Kedi's sword arrived.
Luo Kedi's sword was very special. Compared to ordinary swords, it was many times thicker. If it were not for the brilliant golden light, the gemstone-like blade, and the flickering talisman lines, it would look like an iron rod.
When the sword slashed toward Ning Que's back, the front of the small courtyard, which had become a little dark and bloody due to the smoke and blood, suddenly became extremely bright. The golden sword seemed to exude an extravagant aura!
Ning Que was in a half-squatting position at this time. He felt the strong wind coming from behind and had no time to dodge. He hurriedly pulled back his knife, and then sat down on the ground to protect his back. Then, he raised his knife to meet the attack.
His podao was designed by the Academy's Fourth Brother and meticulously made by the Sixth Brother. It was made up of three knives and was the heaviest and strongest. However, it looked like it was not heavier than Luo Kedi's sword. As for its dull and smooth appearance, it looked more like trash compared to Luo Kedi's dazzling sword.
The plain podao and the gorgeous golden sword finally met!
There was a loud bang! Smoke and dust rose!
The Yuelun Kingdom's soldier at the end of the street only felt a buzz in his head. His legs went weak and he fell down.
Ning Que's face was slightly pale. His hands that were holding the hilt trembled violently. As for the ground he was sitting on, it had already cracked like a spider web. Countless bricks and sand were scattered everywhere.
Luo Kedi roared and slashed again with his sword!
Ning Que raised his knife to meet the attack again. He only felt an irresistible force pressing down on his body along the podao, as if it would not stop until he was pressed into the cracked ground!
At this time, Ning Que sat on the ground and was in an extremely passive position. Even if he could use the podao in his hand to make it impenetrable, he could only let Luo Kedi wave his gorgeous golden sword and continuously slash at him. If this continued for a while, he would be defeated. Even if he could hold on for a longer period of time, it would be meaningless, because there was still the middle-aged monk in the field.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Ning Que's face. Taking advantage of the extremely short moment when Luo Kedi's golden sword swung back and gathered strength again, he forced his right foot to the bottom of his left leg and then stood up abruptly!
At this time, Luo Kedi's third sword had already arrived. Ning Que's body was unstable at this time, especially with the podao hanging down. There was no way he could block it. However, unexpectedly, he reached out his left hand and held the back of the tip of the podao. He pushed it straight forward, which was equivalent to using the strength of two hands to block the third golden sword!
With a soft sound, Ning Que slapped the podao with his left hand and twisted his right wrist. The heavy podao seemed to have turned into a nimble poisonous snake. In an instant, it stabbed Luo Kedi's left shoulder, which was still bleeding, and then instantly flashed back.
Luo Kedi did not expect that Ning Que would still be able to stand up in a situation where he had the absolute advantage. He even allowed Ning Que to stab him. Even though his injury did not worsen, the feeling of humiliation and anger made him forget everything else. He did not even care about his chest and abdomen. With a roar, he held the sword with both hands and slashed at Ning Que!
The golden sword waved in the air, creating a golden ray of light that dazzled the eyes. Hidden within it was the aura of an emperor's wealth, but it represented that this was Luo Kedi's most powerful sword!
If Ning Que was a man of sacrifice, he could completely ignore this sword and directly stab Luo Kedi's throat. In that case, no matter how strong the armor on Luo Kedi's body was, there was only death for him. However, almost at the same time, his head would definitely be chopped in half by this powerful golden sword.
At this time, Luo Kedi was so crazy that he did not care about his own life and death. That was why he could slash out such a powerful sword. However, Ning Que did not want to die and had to protect his back, so he could only choose to take it head-on.
Another thunderous sound rang out. The walls of the small courtyard, which were already badly damaged, were shaken by the strong wind and collapsed. And at this moment, Luo Ke Di slashed again with his sword!
Luo Kedi was a Martial Arts cultivator from the West-Hill Divine Palace. The golden sword in his hand was a Divine Weapon of the Divine Hall. Together with the sword and in a state of selflessness, his strength was astonishing and his fighting intent was even more crazy.
Ning Que had cultivated the Great Spirit for many years and his body was no longer that of an ordinary person. He had extremely powerful strength. However, he could not forget his own life and death at this time, nor could he fight with his body movements. He was extremely passive and suppressed to the point that he could only take it head-on.
The brilliant golden sword and the simple iron sword slashed at each other without any fancy moves. They separated and then slashed at each other again. In an extremely short period of time, no one knew how many times they had collided!
More than ten sounds of collision exploded in the street like thunder!
The soldiers of the Yuelun Kingdom around the street could no longer stand. The warhorses neighed in fear and ran in all directions. They only wanted to get as far away from this terrifying place as possible.
This battle didn't look like a battle between cultivators at all. It was more like two extremely powerful generals on the battlefield, carrying heavy weapons, carrying out an incomparably valiant charge at each other!
Ning Que's legs began to tremble. He realized that the strength of the divine guard commander of the West-Hill Divine Palace was so terrifying that it exceeded his own. It was even not much weaker than Xiahou at his peak.
A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His internal organs must have been severely shaken and he had internal injuries. However, his eyes were still calm, or even indifferent. He was like a young male tiger fighting in the Wilderness. Even if he was injured and seemed to be in danger, he would never give up the thought of killing his enemy until the last moment.
Luo Kedi raised his golden sword again.
This time, his arm trembled slightly. Although Ning Que was on the verge of collapsing under the pressure of his golden swords, he did not feel good either. Every time the swords collided, the Great Spirit from the blade also caused him great pain.
Most importantly, his left shoulder had already been shot by the Primordial Thirteen Arrow before the battle started. No matter how serious the injury was, he could ignore it as he was already crazy. However, he could not make the impact disappear.
Ning Que noticed the trembling of Luo Kedi's right hand. His eyes lit up and he shouted, "Open the umbrella."
The big black umbrella opened in front of him. The big black umbrella was very clean now, but also very broken. There were many holes on the surface of the umbrella. It looked like the clothes of a beggar attending a wedding. It was sad.
Ning Que stretched out his left hand like lightning and held the handle of the big black umbrella.
At this moment, Luo Kedi's golden sword slashed down again.
Just like the previous dozen times, the crazed Commander of the divine guards wanted to hack Ning Que to death. He knew that he could hack Ning Que to death. Therefore, even if there was a big black umbrella in front of him, he would still hack at Ning Que.
The golden sword slashed heavily on the big black umbrella.
The surface of the big black umbrella suddenly caved in, but it was not cut open.
Although it was a broken big black umbrella, it could not be easily cut open by a sword. No matter how dazzling the sword was, it was after all not the Buddha's Light left by Buddha.
The big black umbrella was still the best defensive weapon in the world.
At this moment, it was the shield in Ning Que's hand.
In the previous dozen times, when facing Luo Kedi's golden sword, Ning Que used the podao in his hand to cut. Only in this way could he compete with his opponent in strength. But now, the golden sword was blocked by the big black umbrella.
Therefore, this time, Ning Que did not slash out, but stabbed out.
The dull and unadorned podao pierced through the hole in the big black umbrella and stabbed towards the opposite side!
With a soft sound, the blade pierced through Luo Kedi's throat.
This seemingly casual slash broke through several layers of protective genuine Qi and went straight for the vital part.
Luo Kedi abandoned his sword and covered his bleeding throat. Like a madman, he frantically retreated in a daze!
He screamed as he retreated.
But his throat bone was broken at this time, so the sound of his screams was particularly strange and unpleasant. It was like the screams of the beasts in the Wilderness who died because of pride.
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