The wooden door of the small courtyard was shattered, the wall was broken, and smoke rose. The knife cut through the monk's robes and clashed with the sword many times. It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact, it was very short. Luo Kedi covered his bleeding throat and retreated desperately. The 18 West-Hill Divine Guards had just rushed to the broken wall. They shouted angrily and raised their knives to attack Ning Que.
The West-Hill Divine Guards were the personal guards of the Hierarch. They were much stronger than the ordinary cavalrymen of Divine Hall. If they were in the ordinary cultivation sects, they would be absolute masters. The knives in their hands were long and straight, and their bodies were engraved with complicated talisman lines. Every time they swung their knives, they could trigger the vibration of talisman and increase their strength. They were also known as the God-given long knives.
Eighteen God-bestowed long swords fell on Ning Que from all directions like a storm. Although the big black umbrella that Ning Que held could block these swords, it could not cover the direction of the swords.
Fortunately, he had a podao in his hand besides the big black umbrella. He pulled the podao back from the hole in the umbrella, held the umbrella in one hand and the knife in the other, and waved at the storm of knives.
Pa, pa, pa, pa. The black umbrella podao and the eighteen god-bestowed long swords clashed continuously in the air, producing either crisp or dull sounds. Following that, numerous sounds rang out in the field. There was the sound of metal breaking, the sound of sharp objects piercing through the air, the sound of blades tearing through flesh and blood, and the muffled sound of people enduring the pain.
Four God-given long knives broke in the middle. Three West-Hill Divine Guards had bloody wounds on their chests and abdomens. They retreated in panic. Ning Que's hand holding the black umbrella was slightly torn, and there were two long wounds on his left leg. The God-given long knives with talisman meanings were extremely sharp. Even with his tough body, he could not completely block them.
The sharp tips of the broken God-given long knives whistled through the air and sputtered toward the streets outside the small courtyard. A Xuankong Temple Ascetic Monk who had just rushed over was shot in the shoulder by a broken knife and fell to the ground with a pale face.
There was also a broken knife that shot toward the middle-aged monk. He stretched out two fingers and calmly grasped the broken knife as if he was plucking a falling flower from the air. Then, he walked toward Ning Que. His monk robes had long since become tattered, and his entire body was stained with blood. He looked extremely miserable, but his expression was extremely calm.
What was shocking was that the two deep wounds on the monk's back and groin were no longer bleeding. Although there were still lacerations on the skin, the muscles on both sides of the wound were squeezing together and twisting slowly, as if they were healing. Other than his pale face, there were no signs of injury!
Ning Que had guessed that the monk must have some tricks up his sleeve, but he did not expect it to be so marvelous. Forcibly compressing muscles to stop the wound was shocking, but it was still imaginable. However, there were at least a few broken blood vessels in the wound on the monk's groin. How could he make those blood vessels grow back?
What made him even more vigilant and uneasy was that when the middle-aged monk walked towards him, more than a hundred archers from the Yuelun Kingdom army also entered the alley. He could clearly hear the sound of bowstrings being pulled.
Ning Que's pupils shrank slightly. Since he cultivated the Great Spirit, he was not afraid of ordinary arrows at all, not to mention that he was holding the big black umbrella in his hand. However, he was worried about his back.
More than a dozen West-Hill Divine Guards regrouped and followed the middle-aged monk to walk toward him. The archers around the alley also gradually entered their respective shooting positions. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
Ning Que took three steps back and stood in front of the remaining half of the broken wall. After breaking through the wall, he had been fighting at high speed. In the eyes of the people, he, who was wearing the black uniform of the Academy, was just a black figure. It was only when he stood in front of the broken wall, in absolute stillness that the people could clearly see his current situation.
He was carrying a thin and weak little girl on his back. His waist and the little girl's thighs were tightly tied with ropes. No matter how they ran, the two of them would not be separated. Moreover, this kind of absolute tightness guaranteed that it would not affect his reaction and speed in battle.
Master Qi Mei, the West-Hill Divine Guards, the ascetic monks in the distance, and the archers of the Yuelun Kingdom looked at this scene and immediately guessed the real identity of the thin little girl. They could not help but have very complicated feelings. Some people sighed with emotion, some people were extremely frightened, and some people were shocked speechless.
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Ning Que held the big black umbrella in his left hand and the podao in his right. He looked at the middle-aged monk and the West-Hill Divine Guards in front of him calmly and silently. Sangsang carried a black iron bow on her back and had a bag tied to her waist. She leaned on his shoulder and looked very calm. Although they were heavily surrounded, there was no extra emotion on their faces.
It was quiet in the field.
Ning Que and Sangsang's calmness represented strength and terror. Whether it was Master Qi Mei or the West-Hill Divine Guards, they all looked at the scene in front of them and subconsciously stopped. No one dared to shoot arrows.
His black Academy uniform trembled slightly and his chest kept moving up and down. Ning Que did not make any sound of panting. In fact, he was extremely tired. It was only a very short battle, but it made him feel as tired as if he had been fighting for a whole day. Especially after colliding with Luo Kedi for more than ten times, he showed signs of fatigue.
Luo Kedi's last golden sword slashed heavily on the big black umbrella. The handle of the umbrella fell heavily and stabbed into his chest. That place was in pain. What was more troublesome was that he had suffered from internal injuries after taking seven fingers from the middle-aged monk and more than ten golden swords. At this time, the hand that was holding the hilt of the knife was trembling slightly.
He loosened his right hand that was holding the hilt of the knife and then gripped it tightly again. In a very short period of time, he repeated this action seven times to calm his state of mind and ease the fatigue in his wrist. Because the action was too fast, the hilt could not leave his hand at all. In fact, no one in the field had even noticed this.
At the same time, he kept thinking very quickly. How could he get rid of the current predicament and the pursuit later? How could he get rid of the middle-aged monk in front of him?
Luo Kedi was undoubtedly a very terrifying enemy. His strength was even above his own. Fortunately, this person had already suffered a very serious injury. Even if he could survive, he would certainly not be able to fight today.
However, Ning Que was clear that this did not mean that his strength had surpassed Luo Kedi. He had only used the hole in the big black umbrella and used a method that no one could imagine to defeat the opponent. If one were to think calmly enough, he would understand that this was a victory at the level of tactics, and not a comparison of strategic strength.
And this middle-aged monk was even more powerful and terrifying than Luo Kedi. After Ning Que cultivated the Great Spirit, his body movement was extremely fast. However, when he sneaked an attack on the other party earlier, he did not manage to kill him with one strike. Moreover, his body movement did not give him the upper hand. If this middle-aged monk continued to pursue him, what should he do?
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(There were two serious mistakes in the first few chapters. I mixed up Dao Shi's father and Wu Dao's father. Apart from that, there is another problem. After I finish writing today, I will immediately correct it. I will solemnly apologize and reflect deeply. I will try to finish the next chapter before 12 o 'clock.) (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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