The black wind caused by Ning Que's blade had blown across the long street and cut the Abbey Dean black and blue all over. The Abbey Dean had fallen to the lakeside like a dead fish, but it did not stop there. Instead, it continued to head south.
Two thousand elite cavalrymen were dozens of miles south of the city. They did not know what had happened in Chang 'an and were still dreaming of killing and looting after entering the city.
Only a few people in the West-Hill Divine Palace knew the Abbey Dean's overall plan, but Long Qing was one of them. In a sense, he was the Abbey Dean's last disciple at the South Sea.
Long Qing thought that he knew what was happening in Chang 'an. He had come all the way here at all costs just to cooperate with the Abbey Dean.
The Abbey Dean should have defeated the Academy and broken the God-stunning Array. Without any official army to protect Chang 'an, Chang' an was a sinner waiting for death in front of his two thousand cavalrymen.
Thinking of this, Long Qing could not help but feel happy. His cavalry would be the first army to attack Chang 'an in history, and it would also be the last army to destroy Chang' an.
He was the Prince of the Yan Kingdom and the Divine Son of West-Hill. It was his lifelong wish to destroy Chang 'an and the Tang Empire. In order to achieve this wish, he had put in too much effort. Even his soul had been tested by ice and fire countless times. He had long been covered with cuts and bruises.
For him, there was one more thing he had to accomplish while destroying Chang 'an — to kill Ning Que, an opponent who had left too many cruel memories in his life.
In the green mountains behind the Zhishou Abbey, he had used the Gray Eyes to devour the Halfman Taoist's lifetime cultivation. In the Wilderness, he had also devoured the spiritual power of many priests of the palace. Now he had forcibly raised his state to the peak of the Knowing Destiny State. Although he knew that Ning Que had also entered the Knowing Destiny State, he firmly believed that he would definitely win this time.
From the banquet in Chang 'an to the stone path in the back of the mountain of the Academy, to the arrow on the snow cliff in the Wilderness, and to the autumn rain outside the Red Lotus Temple, he had lost to Ning Que too many times. What made him most angry was that Ning Que was clearly inferior to him in all aspects, but he still lost again and again.
If fate really existed in the world, and if Haotian really looked down on the human world calmly and lovingly, then after so many inexplicable defeats, it should be his turn to win.
The more he paid, the sweeter the fruit he harvested. Looking at the looming city in the north, Long Qing thought of the scene when he entered the city and the scene of Ning Que falling painfully under his sword. He suddenly felt that all the pain he had suffered in the past few years had turned into an intoxicating fragrance.
The houses on the side of the road collapsed in the raging fire, and the flames danced on the silver mask. His eyes, which were exposed outside the mask, were calm as usual, but the hand holding the reins trembled slightly.
At this moment, the raging fire in the village suddenly extinguished!
Long Qing looked at the village that had suddenly become extremely quiet. He looked at the scorched earth and ruins that were emitting black smoke, and looked at the quiet field. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and an extremely strange feeling arose in his heart.
Even the most violent rain could not extinguish such a huge fire in such a short time. Even the most violent wind could not blow out all the flames in the village.
Moreover, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the clear blue sky. There was no trace of rain. The field on both sides of the official road was unusually quiet, and there was not even a trace of wind.
What on earth happened?
The surrounding cavalrymen also noticed this strange scene, and they looked around in confusion.
Long Qing did not look in any other direction, but just stared at the other end of the official road.
This straight and spacious official road led directly to Chang 'an City, and it was the Vermilion Bird School.
He could vaguely see a black sandstorm whistling over from afar.
Long Qing did not know what the black wind was, but his heart subconsciously beat faster. His Taoist Heart shook slightly, and endless fear arose in him. He just wanted to run away.
"Disperse! Avoid the wind! "
Long Qing's face was slightly pale, and he sternly shouted to the 2,000 cavalrymen scattered around. Then he lifted the reins and wanted to gallop down the official road to the scorched ruins of the village.
These 2,000 cavalrymen were a mix of the Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Hall and the Left-Tent Palace's direct cavalry. They were Long Qing's most loyal and elite subordinates. They were well-trained and disciplined. Although the cavalrymen did not know what had happened, and they did not see the black wind in the distance, they did not hesitate to lift the reins and kick the horses when they heard Long Qing's stern command. They desperately scattered to the fields on both sides of the official road.
As a powerhouse at the peak of Knowing Destiny State, Long Qing's sense of danger was very accurate and timely. The 2,000 cavalrymen also perfectly demonstrated their mobility and made the fastest response.
However, the black wind from Chang 'an City had already gone beyond the scope of the human world, and it could not even be described with speed. In an instant, it rushed more than ten miles and came to the front of Long Qing and the cavalrymen.
Wind was the flow of air. Air itself had no color, so the wind in the human world had always been colorless. The reason why the raging wind was black was that it was mixed with many things.
Mud, dirty snow, teapot leftovers, iron pots and bricks were all in this violent wind. The clear light from the sky could not fall on the ground, so it looked so dim.
What was truly terrifying was that apart from the hard objects in the black wind, there were also countless saber intents hidden in it. These saber intents were so sharp that even the whistling sound of the wind seemed to be cut into countless pieces by them!
Some cavalrymen, who did not have time to rush into the field and were still on the official road, were the first to encounter the black wind. They screamed in horror, and then suddenly stopped shouting. Their bodies were cut into countless pieces, and their mounts were also cut into countless pieces at the same time, and then were rolled up by the wind.
Those cavalrymen who scattered to the field did not avoid the edge of the black wind. Even if they dismounted and hid behind the broken wall, the broken wall was cut, and then they were cut. They hid behind the mound, and then the mound was overturned by the wind, and then they were also rolled up by the wind, and no one knew where they went.
The black wind came, as if it was the deepest and darkest night.
In the thick darkness, only the sound of countless knives cutting through the air could be heard, but no one wielding the knives could be seen.
The cavalrymen screamed in despair and then died one after another.
Long Qing looked at the houses in front of him that were cut into countless pieces by the wind, and his face turned slightly pale.
At this moment, the black wind was already in front of him, and he finally saw some details in the wind. He saw the utensils of the ordinary people in Chang 'an City, and then he saw the knife marks.
He knew who wielded these knives.
With a clear roar, he took out the dark and quiet peach blossom from his chest, and faced the black wind.
This was his natal peach blossom, and he did not hesitate to use his lifelong cultivation.
However, even though the Abbey Dean had comprehended the State of Pureness between life and death, and turned white bones and flesh into white stems and red lotuses, he was still cut by the black wind, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive, let alone him.
The black peach blossom withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then its petals fell off.
Countless tiny wounds appeared on Long Qing's body.
The silver mask on his face cracked like a dry field, and then peeled off.
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After a long time, the black wind finally stopped, and no one knew where the black wind went. Did it disappear, or broke the void, and entered another space?
The fields in the south of the city returned to peace, but what fell first was not the clear light, but a terrible rain of blood. To be more precise, it was a storm of flesh and blood.
The cavalrymen and warhorses that were cut into pieces by the knife intent flew up with the black wind, and then fell on the ground one after another until the black wind disappeared.
Tens of thousands of pieces of flesh and blood fell on the state highway and the fields, making muffled sounds, and splashing blood and terrifying juices.
The two thousand cavalrymen that attacked Chang 'an City all died in the black wind. Most of them were turned into pieces of flesh and blood, and some were directly swept up into the sky, and then fell to their deaths.
The branches on the southeast side of the state highway were full of pieces of flesh and corpses. A dozen black crows flew over and circled the trees, cawing cheerfully, ready to welcome the grand banquet.
These black crows could not have eaten all the pieces of flesh and blood, so there must be a lot left. The cavalrymen had burned the village, and the Taoist willow had also turned into charred branches. It must have been nourished by their flesh and blood, and in a few years, the willow trees here must have grown very beautiful.
Long Qing was still alive.
He looked at Chang 'an City in the distance.
The silver mask was broken, and the old wounds were not gone. There were many new wounds on his face, and his once perfect face was now very horrible, like the ghost corpse in the Underworld.
He suddenly laughed, and then burst into tears.
For the city, to kill the person in the city, he had paid a very painful price, and was even willing to sacrifice his soul. However, when he was about to succeed, he found that it was still a wishful thinking.
The city looked so close, but it turned out … to be so far away.
He had not even seen Ning Que, but he was defeated, and his flesh and blood were all over the ground.
What made him feel the most painful was that Ning Que's knife did not cut him, and he believed that Ning Que did not even know that he had been to Chang 'an City and was once so close to it.
But he was still defeated.
He looked at Chang 'an City in the distance, and let out a desperate cry.
"Ning Que!"
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Ever since they entered the Second floor of the Academy, there were busybodies in the world who described Ning Que and Prince Long Qing as lifelong enemies. But Ning Que really did not know that Long Qing was in the south of Chang 'an City.
He also did not know that Long Qing had been driven crazy by the black wind, and that the two thousand elite cavalrymen who were supposed to bring disaster to Chang 'an City had been cut into a rain of flesh and blood by the knife style in the wind.
He had cut the Abbey Dean.
The Abbey Dean was also the one that tens of millions of Tangs in Chang 'an City wanted to cut.
He had cut, and the black wind had brought darkness to the human world, and the Abbey Dean had been sent flying.
It was quiet on the Vermilion Bird Avenue. Whether injured or not, everyone was looking at Ning Que's back. It was Old Chao who finally broke the silence.
Old Chao asked in a trembling voice, "Is he dead?"
The people on the street were all brave, but no one wanted to face such a horrible person like the Abbey Dean again.
Ning Que shook his head.
Everyone was silent.
Ning Que said, "But even if he is not dead, he will be disabled."
Hearing his words, no one could react for a while.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi leaned against the wet wall, and looked at each other in confusion.
Old Chao was startled, and scolded with a smile, "You are still teasing me at this time."
He walked toward the Eastern City with the help of his walking stick, and shouted, "Everything is over, what are you waiting for? Go home, go home, and find your mother. Who is coming? Go to the Imperial Physician Bureau and call for help."
Old Mrs. Chu laughed heartily, and handed the old knife to her youngest daughter-in-law behind her.
It was not until then that people finally confirmed the outcome of the battle.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi looked at each other and smiled.
The tea maker laughed.
Everyone burst into laughter. They all laughed out loud.
The cheerful laughter gradually spread.
Laughter rang out in every street and alley in Chang 'an City.
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Yu Lian carried Eldest Brother and walked to the side of the street.
Eldest Brother had been chasing the Abbey Dean for seven days, and his Psyche Power had long been exhausted. Today in Chang 'an City, they had been fighting from morning till now, from the street to the sky, and he had been seriously injured, and no one knew how many bones in his body had been broken.
"Eldest Brother, I didn't feel that you were so tall when we were at the back of the mountain."
Yu Lian looked at Eldest Brother's toes that were almost touching the snow, and said with a slight frown.
She frowned because she was confused, and also because of the pain.
She jumped up to the sky, and then fell from the sky, and still had to carry Eldest Brother. Although she was the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine, she was also seriously injured, and could not bear the pain.
Blood came out from her slender ankle, and the bones in her flesh were broken into pieces. Every step she took, bones pierced into her flesh, bringing endless pain.
Yu Lian stopped in the middle of the street, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Eldest Brother landed on the ground, carried her in his arms, and walked to the side of the street, and kept coughing blood.
Finally, they walked to the side of the street with difficulty, and Eldest Brother put her down. He looked at her and explained in a slow and serious tone, "Younger Sister, it's not that I have become taller, but that you have become shorter."
Yu Lian responded with a hum.
The two sat side by side on the broken doorsill.
Eldest Brother looked across the street and waved his hand.
Mo Shanshan did not see it, because she was looking at the street.
On the street, Ning Que looked up at the sky and said, "Teacher, do you see it?"
After a moment, he said again, "Sangsang, do you see it?"
Ning Que slowly sat down.
Countless sounds of knives were heard in Chang 'an City. That was the sound of swords returning to their sheaths.
Countless sounds of air breaking came from his body. That was the sound of returning to the array.
Countless Qi of Heaven and Earth surged out from his body, and returned to the streets and alleys of Chang 'an City.
He began to bleed, and the blood was instantly shaken into mist, and there were countless thunder and lightning in the mist.
One moment it was destroyed, and the next moment it was reborn.
Mo Shanshan walked to his side and helped him up.
They also sat on the broken doorsill.
The four people sitting on the doorsill did not speak, and just looked at the sky quietly.
It was as if there was a beautiful picture in the sky.
There was no picture in the sky.
There were only two traces of water vapor left by the flame that was shot out by the iron cutlass.
The water vapor was the cloud.
It was a word written by the cloud.
It was a big word "person".
After a long time, the word gradually disappeared.
It was as if it had never appeared.
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