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The crowd screamed in horror and retreated. The crowd screamed angrily and rushed forward. Ning Que waved the podao in his hand. As long as someone dared to stand in front of him and Sangsang, he would cut them down.
More and more blood was sprayed on the ground by the lake. Screams and cries of pain sounded from time to time. Broken limbs fell and organs were cut. The scene looked extremely bloody and cruel.
The Buddhism Sect intended to turn the lives of ordinary people into heavy iron chains and directly lock Ning Que in the White Tower Temple. However, they did not know that Ning Que was not the disciple of the Academy they imagined. He was not the Eldest Brother or the Second Brother. He was never afraid to kill people when he needed to, no matter who they were.
Looking at the tragic scene, some ascetic monks could no longer suppress it. They whistled through the air and hit Ning Que's head with their staffs. Ning Que waved his podao to meet it. His left foot quietly kicked out from under his clothes and hit the ascetic monk's abdomen. The monk was kicked deep into the crowd. Then he shouted and chopped down with both hands!
Under the blade were Master Qi Mei's two hands.
The seven broken fingers suddenly shone with golden light and then disappeared in an instant. The magnificent power of the flesh Buddha and the majestic Great Spirit in Ning Que's body met again. A strong wind surged by the lake. Even the aura of heaven and earth was a little chaotic. The surrounding crowd was shaken down like grass.
The soles of his boots drew a mark on the soil. Ning Que was shaken back several feet, which was the starting point of his killing. Master Qi Mei's body shook slightly and finally took half a step back. His face was pale.
Sure enough, the monks of the Buddhism Sect would eventually fall into a hypocritical world. Ning Que wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quietly looked at Qi Mei, who was not far away. He thought to himself, "Since you have forced me into the Asura State from the beginning, then you should not make a move now."
At this moment, he noticed that the West-Hill Divine Guards had retreated to the periphery of the crowd. They were not like the monks who glared at him in the crowd.
Master Qi Mei looked at Ning Que, who was covered in blood, and at the podao in his hand that had killed more than a dozen people. He said, "I didn't think you would really use your podao."
Ning Que pointed at the corpses on the field with his knife and said, "You should know very well that these people were killed by you. From the moment you ordered these bald donkeys to disperse, everyone who died today was killed by you."
He was jolted back to the place where he had first drawn his saber. The student who had been cut in half by him was still alive. He was moaning in a pool of blood, twisting half of his body. His intestines were broken and his internal organs were rotten beyond description.
Quni Madi and Lu Chenjia stood behind Ning Que with their hands tied by ropes. They looked at the bloody scene around them and their expressions were ugly, especially Lu Chenjia, whose face was as pale as snow. She looked at the student who only had half a body left on the ground and felt her legs go weak. She said, "Give him a quick death."
Ning Que looked at Master Qi Mei in silence. The podao in his hand was very stable. It was as if he did not hear what she said at all, or he pretended not to hear.
Lu Chenjia stared angrily at his back. She shouted, "He is going to die. Why let him suffer before he dies?"
Ning Que did not add another stab to the body of the student who was in extreme pain. That was because he knew that killing people was not enough to frighten the crowd that had already fallen into a state of madness. Sometimes death was equivalent to a deep sleep. Before the corpse rotted, it could not give people the greatest fear. At this time, only extreme pain and bloodshed could have a strong enough effect. Only then could fewer people die today.
Quni Madi looked at his side profile and scolded, "You are indeed a beast!"
The lakeside gradually quietened down. The student's moans and howls were so clear. Looking at the thick blood and broken limbs on the ground, some people started to vomit. There were also women crying in fear.
Ning Que's bloody methods and cruel actions had achieved the effect he wanted. The crowd was gradually shocked, especially the hundreds of people at the front. Their faces were pale and they subconsciously wanted to retreat.
"I know why you are willing to die to kill us. Because in your eyes, we are the murderers who destroyed the world. If you want to live, you need us to die."
Ning Que looked at the crowd around him and said, "But you have to know that if you try to stop us from leaving today, your world will be destroyed today. You will die today."
Then, he looked at Qi Mei and said, "Just now, you and I exchanged blows, and four people were killed. You should know better than anyone how many people will die in this battle. So, as I said earlier, if you try to stop me here later, then the thousands of lives that will be lost will be your sin, not mine."
After saying this, he carried Sangsang on his back and continued forward with his knife.
Seeing him walk over, the people at the front of the crowd screamed and retreated. Their faces were full of fear and they could no longer find any trace of courage. Suddenly, the crowd at the back was in chaos.
Ning Que, who was covered in blood, was like a heavy stone falling into the pond with a plop. The water was immediately swept away and an open space of about ten feet was formed around him.
However, at this time, at least tens of thousands of people had squeezed into the White Tower Temple. The crowd was not a pond, but a sea. Except for the people at the front, most people did not see what had happened in front of the narrow bridge. They did not see the bloody and cruel scenes. The crowd at the back was still shouting angrily and continued to rush forward. The ripples at the front of the narrow bridge that had just swayed backward were instantly hit back and formed a higher wave.
Humans were such strange creatures. Because they saw it, they were afraid. If they didn't see it, they would naturally be fearless. No matter how weak a person was, once they gathered enough people, they would feel that they were extremely powerful. The timid would also become courageous, and in the end, they would become the most terrifying torrent.
The crowd rushed in front of Ning Que and blocked the way.
Ning Que waved his knife again, and blood continued to spray.
Cries, shouts, and curses were constantly heard by the lakeside.
Ning Que killed the people in front of him. The rest of the people wanted to retreat in fear, but they were pushed back by the crowd behind them. Some people made way for them, and countless brave people in the crowd behind them came to the front.
The Headmaster was right. Once the crowd gathered, they could have the most terrible power. Because there were too many of them, you could not kill them all. His knife fell down and killed an honest-looking middle-aged man.
Then he swept his knife horizontally and cut open the chest and abdomen of a monk. He took another step forward and thought that even if he used talismans and arrows, there was no way to kill all the people in front of him.
Even if he could kill them, the Headmaster and Eldest Brother would not agree.
This idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and then he forcibly erased it. If he and Sangsang were really going to die, the Headmaster and Eldest Brother would not agree, and they had to kill them. As he thought about it, he slightly shook his wrist and raised his knife, sending an old woman who could not even walk away flying.
Along the way, he did not know how many knives he had used and how many people he had killed. His and Sangsang's bodies had long been covered with blood. However, there was still a dense crowd in front of them, and there was no way out.
He took a deep breath and continued to wave his arms, killing anything in front of him, whether it was people or principles. In the end, he even became a little mechanical and numb.
Looking at the bloody faces in front of him with different expressions, he understood what many people had said — no matter how powerful a cultivator was, it was difficult to fight against the whole world alone.
Because human sorrow and joy could not be interlinked, and human fear could not be interlinked. You could not use your own strength to frighten everyone. Therefore, if you wanted to fight against the whole world, then you had to kill enough people.
Ning Que had killed people since he was a child, especially after he went to the City of Wei. He did not know how many Horse Gangs he had killed at Shubi Lake. In terms of killing experience, few people in the world were more experienced than him. Even Ye Hongyu was not qualified to be compared with him. Therefore, he was very clear that killing was a very tiring thing.
Even if one's heart was as unshakable as a rock, as cold as the black jade of the South Sea, and would not tremble because of the blood and death, one's body would eventually be tired.
One's Psyche Power would be depleted, the talisman paper would be used up, the arrows would be shot out, and the knife would be worn out. Even if the knife was not worn out, each swing would consume energy. The most important thing was that when the blade collided with human flesh and bones, there would be a slight but still strong recoil. If this continued to accumulate, one would eventually be injured.
At this moment, the sharp edge of the podao had cut through countless human bones. It was a little hot from the friction, and the blood on it gave off a faint mist. Ning Que sheathed his knife and began to use the sheath to strike horizontally.
Turning the sheath into an iron rod, he hit the people in front of him one by one. Although it was slower than directly killing, it had unexpected effects. From time to time, people were hit by the sheath into the air and then fell into the crowd. The back of the crowd became more and more chaotic, and some places even began to trample on each other.
A child was squeezed out of the crowd and landed in the empty space in front of Ning Que. He sat in a pool of blood and cried. The child was about seven or eight years old, and judging from his sitting posture, his legs must have been trampled by the crowd.
The sheath in Ning Que's hand fell through the air and landed on the child's head, then stopped.
The back of the crowd was still noisy and chaotic, and people were shouting and cursing. However, the people nearby all subconsciously quieted down and watched the scene nervously, waiting in horror for something bloody to happen.
Ning Que looked at the boy without any expression on his face. He gently waved the sheath and pushed him to the side.
Sangsang leaned on his shoulder, her face pale and very weak. Looking at the crying boy on the ground, she squeezed out a smile with difficulty and said, "Hurry up and go home."
The boy sobbed and climbed up with his hands, limping to the side to hide. At this moment, he saw Sangsang's face and remembered that this woman was the Daughter of Yama, the monster that his grandmother had used to scare him for the entire winter. He could not help but scream in fear and subconsciously threw a stone at the face.
At this moment, Ning Que was using the sheath to hit an ascetic monk and did not notice this scene.
Sangsang was tied to his back, and even if she saw it, she could not avoid it.
With a smack, the stone hit her forehead, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.
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