The front yard of Peach Mountain shook violently. Lebu, the most powerful martial artist of the Golden Tribe Royal Court, had finally made his move. His reaction was no slower than that of the national master and Qi Nian. But because he was a martial artist, it took him some time to reach Ning Que like a tiger.
It did not matter how early he came, because he would have to retreat eventually. Ning Que heard the whistling sound behind him. He turned his wrist and the black cutlass came back from his shoulder, hitting Lebu's fist.
Previously, Leeb's fist had collided with Tang Xiaotang's iron cudgel countless times. It should be known that the seemingly crude iron cudgel was the sacred object of the Devil's Doctrine. But when he met it with his bare hands, there was not even a scratch on his fist. It could be imagined how terrifying his martial arts cultivation was. However, when his fist met with the iron cudgel, there was only a cracking sound. Like a wounded tiger, Leeb howled in pain. His wrist bones were all broken, and his body, which was as strong as a mountain, shook miserably and then fell heavily on the ground.
At the same time, the attacks from the South Sea and the divine priests of the West-Hill Divine Palace had finally arrived. Hundreds of beams of sword radiance flew at high speed toward Ning Que's body like a storm.
Everyone knew that they had to kill Ning Que in the shortest time possible so that he would not be able to shoot a second arrow. That was why they risked their lives and attacked one after another. However, due to the difference in their cultivation states, the order of their attacks was different. Thus, the national master of the Golden Tribe, Qi Nian, and Zhao Nanhai were the ones with the highest cultivation states. Leeb was slightly inferior, and the rest were even lower.
But this did not mean that the last round of attack was weaker than the first. There were too many people involved. Except for Liu Yiqing and Monk Guan Hai of the Lanke Temple, everyone else had combined their strength.
If it was a dense rain of swords, no matter how good one's movements were, he would not be able to avoid it. But Ning Que's bladesmanship had been trained in the Min Mountain Wasteland. He was very familiar with it. Moreover, he had learned from Ye Hongyu that the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom should be at least one foot in front of you. Once he used it, even rain could not wet his clothes, not to mention the rain-like flying swords.
What was shocking was that Ning Que did not choose to dodge, nor did he brandish his blade to protect himself. Except for the Taoist Sword that cut down an old divine priest from the South Sea, he did not even look at the other flying swords that attacked him.
Hundreds of flying swords pierced Ning Que's body. From the outside, he seemed to have become a hedgehog. However, in an instant, the hundreds of flying swords broke into pieces and fell at Ning Que's feet like rotten straws!
Most of the attacking Taoist Swords could not even pierce through the Divine Light surrounding him. Even the Taoist Swords from the West-Hill Divine Palace and the South Sea who were in the Knowing Destiny State could only pierce through his clothes and touch his skin. They lost all their power and were instantly shattered!
After cultivating the Great Spirit, Ning Que's body was already as hard as iron. At this moment, his body was filled with the majestic Haotian's Divine Power. Using the Great Spirit, he filled his body with the Divine Power, making him even more golden and jade-like. He was even close to the immortal state of the Devil's Doctrine. How could ordinary flying swords hurt him?
The broken swords fell to the ground and piled up to a height of half a foot. It looked like the red and yellow leaves in the front yard of Peach Mountain, piling up into a small hill on the slightly cold ground. Ning Que was standing in the middle.
Looking at the scene in front of the altar, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, especially those powerhouses whose natal swords were shattered by him. They were desperate to the extreme.
Today, the West-Hill Divine Palace held the Rite to Light. There were at least twenty cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State in the front yard of Peach Mountain, including the Hierarch of West-Hill, Qi Nian of the Buddhism Sect, and the national master of the Golden Tribe. It could be said that more than half of the top fighting forces in the world were present. However, such a formation was broken by Ning Que with a single blade!
Under the siege of so many powerhouses, he did not have the time to use the Primordial Thirteen Arrows again. He did not even have the rumored terrifying Divine Talisman. He only used the iron cutlass to defeat all the powerhouses in the world!
Ning Que was once considered the weakest World Wayfarer in the history of cultivation. But today, who dared to say that he was weak? Who dared to say that he was weak? Who could be stronger than him?
Why? Because he had accepted the Tianqi? Why could he accept Haotian's Divine Power? Even if he had cultivated beyond the Five States, he was not a follower of Haotian. Why was he not overwhelmed by the Haotian's Divine Power?
Everyone was shocked speechless. Countless question marks kept echoing in their hearts.
At this moment, Ning Que stabbed the iron cutlass deep into the ground and held the iron bow.
Several shouts and exclamations were heard in the front yard of Peach Mountain.
Ning Que's iron cutlass was already so powerful. How terrifying would it be if he used the Primordial Thirteen Arrows?
They could not allow such a scene to happen. Whether they were injured or not, everyone once again launched a fearless attack on Ning Que. The Qi of Heaven and Earth in the front yard of Peach Mountain was in chaos!
Just like before, the powerhouses with the highest states were the first to react.
The Great Divine Priest of Tripod, the national master of the Golden Tribe, looked solemn. The color of the wooden tripod in his hand suddenly darkened and was covered with a thin layer of frost.
The national master's powerful Psyche Power was amplified by the wooden tripod and turned into an extremely cold Psyche Power mixed with the resentment of countless sacrifices from the grassland. It was aimed at Ning Que through the air!
He firmly believed that even if Ning Que had the support of Haotian's Divine Power, he would still be in trouble before his bitter cold attack. However, he did not expect that the Psyche Power would disappear as soon as it was released. It was like a clay ox disappearing into the sea, and he could no longer find where it went.
The Psyche Power attack was cut off by an invisible force!
What kind of force could cut off the Psyche Power!
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Almost at the same time, Qi Nian also used his most powerful Buddhism Sect method.
Qi Nian was an eminent monk of the Xuankong Temple. He was a World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect who was as famous as Ye Su and Tang. Ever since the omen appeared in the Wilderness twenty years ago, he had been practicing silent meditation with compassion and perseverance.
He had been practicing for more than ten years and no one had heard him speak again. He did not speak even when he was facing the Devil's Doctrine Grandmaster, Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, who was hiding in the forest by the Snow Lake in Chang 'an.
Until the autumn rain in the Lanke Temple a few years ago, when Ning Que and Sangsang were about to enter the Buddha's chessboard and Mr. Second of the Academy, Jun Mo, broke the Silent Meditation and said a word!
It was this word that broke the ancient bell of the Lanke Temple, and Jun Mo was forced to leave his back to Ye Su and throw his iron sword away. It was not hard to imagine how powerful this eminent monk's Silent Meditation was.
Now several years had passed and Qi Nian's Silent Meditation was getting stronger and stronger. When he opened his lips slightly, a white lotus flower appeared between his lips and teeth in the autumn wind.
This man had cultivated the Buddha's Psyche into an entity!
This was even more incredible than his Acalanatha Dharma Idol!
The white lotus flower floated away from his lips and flew toward Ning Que.
No one knew what kind of power this white lotus would cause when it flew toward Ning Que.
Ning Que did not know, and he did not want to know.
People on the front yard of Peach Mountain wanted to know, but they could not.
Because this white lotus that contained endless Buddha's Psyche did not float to Ning Que. Instead, it split into countless petals in front of Qi Nian's face not far away from his lips and teeth!
What kind of power could cut the Buddha's Psyche into pieces so quietly!
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Zhao Nanhai's Haotian Divine Light attacked Ning Que.
The holy light beam condensed by the Divine Light was cut off less than three feet away from his index finger.
Lebu shouted and pounced on Ning Que again like a wounded tiger.
He only took three steps forward and a dozen deep wounds appeared on his body.
Psyche was cut!
White lotus was cut!
Haotian Divine Light was cut!
Even the toughest body could be easily cut down!
There seemed to be countless hidden forces in the air around the altar.
Those forces were so sharp that they could cut everything in the world.
What kind of power could be so terrifying?
The broken Divine Light splashed around miserably. The Buddha's Psyche released by the broken white lotus twisted the light. Lebu's blood sprayed like a waterfall. Among the Divine Light and the blood, there were some looming lines.
Those lines were the source of the power.
Those lines looked messy, but they were actually in groups of two. They were the Yi Talismans!
Dozens of Yi Talismans appeared in the air in front of the altar.
Those were Ning Que's most powerful Divine Talismans!
Those were the Divine Talismans that had cut the Abbey Dean into pieces in Chang 'an!
No one saw how he made the talismans, because no one knew that he was not only making the enemies retreat, but also writing talismans.
Every cut was a line, and two cuts were a talisman.
Yi Talisman!
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The Yi Talismans were floating in front of the altar.
No one dared to attack Ning Que anymore. Even the most arrogant and powerful cultivators dared not to be presumptuous in front of these simple characters. The Abbey Dean was a good example.
People were shocked speechless, not only because of Ning Que's miraculous way of writing talismans, but also because he had written so many Divine Talismans in such a short time!
A Talisman Master needed talent. Not everyone could be a Talisman Master. But someone like Qi Nian certainly knew some basic principles of Talisman Taoism. If writing talismans could be described as writing, then the Psyche Power of a Talisman Master would be the ink used to write talismans. And writing a Divine Talisman required an unimaginable amount of Psyche Power.
No matter how powerful a Divine Talisman Master was in the cultivation world, even a Divine Talisman Master like Master Yan Se could not write so many Divine Talismans in such a short time!
But Ning Que did it. He did not even need to meditate to recover his Psyche Power. How did he do it?
The Yi Talismans floated in front of the Peach Mountain. Countless leaves fell and then broke. Countless screams were heard, and many people lost their heads and legs. Qi Nian and the others looked solemn and dared not to move forward.
The iron arrow was on the string, and the iron bow was bent.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ning Que felt that he had returned to the snowstorm in Chang 'an last winter. The Haotian's Divine Power that Tianqi received was like the infinite power given to him by Chang' an.
With this power, he could do many things that others could not think of. He could write many Divine Talismans. He was full of confidence even when facing the Abbey Dean. It was a very good feeling.
This feeling was called invincibility.
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