The grass and trees on the cloud were messy. Some were lush and leafy, while others were pale like the autumn grass under the white frost. They were all scribbled words that were meant to kill. When the "Yi" Talisman that Ning Que had cut with his blade floated up, countless thin marks appeared in the air. The cursive script on the cloud suddenly became messy.
Ning Que's method was really amazing. Even the Master of Calligraphy admired Master Yan Se's vision when he saw this scene. Of course, he admired Yan Se, not Ning Que.
The Master of Calligraphy shouted in front of the hall. The cold winter wind suddenly became stronger, and more clouds were swept here by the wind. After the clouds covered the sun, the imperial palace became more quiet.
Clouds were very strange things. When they were few, they were just white clouds floating in the clear blue sky. When they were many and overlapped with each other, the color would become darker and darker.
The clouds above the imperial palace became thicker and thicker, turning into gloomy dark clouds. As the cloud floated, it looked like the ink in the inkstone was constantly stirred by an invisible pen.
The previous white paper became the ink in the inkstone, and the fierce and messy cursive writing naturally disappeared. However, the next moment, the clouds suddenly became lower, and then countless messy ink-like clouds flew out.
Each messy cloud was a scribbled word.
The Master of Calligraphy's cursive writing did not disappear. Instead, the marks on the cloud paper turned into clouds of ink, as if they had substantial energy, and fell on Ning Que's head like rain.
What an amazing method!
Ning Que's face was slightly pale, and the Psyche Power in his sense of perception was desperately outputting. He waved the iron cutlass in front of him and wrote "Yi" Talismans one after another, cutting the cursive writing formed by the ink clouds into dry branches.
However, this dark cloud covered the entire imperial palace, and there were at least hundreds of cursive writing hidden in it. If they kept falling like this, how long could he cut them?
The iron cutlass broke the wind, and the "Yi" Talisman cut the grass silently. Those scribbled but horribly powerful words were cut up like real grass. The cursive writing falling from the ink clouds became denser and denser, as if it was endless. Ning Que's face became paler and paler, and he could only struggle with the talisman around him.
On the battlefield, the only thing that could restrain the power of Talisman Taoism was the Psyche Power. A powerful Talisman like the Talisman of Yi consumed an unimaginable amount of Psyche Power. If not, only a few Divine Talisman Masters could sweep across the world.
For Ning Que, he rarely felt the importance of Psyche Power when he cast talismans in the past. That was because he had been meditating since he was a child, almost painstakingly, so the amount of Psyche Power he had completely surpassed that of ordinary Talisman Masters. When he really needed to write countless Divine Talismans, such as when he fought against the heroes at the Rite to Light or when he fought against the Abbey Dean in Chang 'an, he had an endless source of Psyche Power — the God-stunning Array and Sangsang's Divine Power.
Today's situation was different. Facing the Master of Calligrapher, whose state was unfathomable, he had to exert all his strength. However, without the help of Chang 'an City, after writing the seven Yi Talismans, he felt that his Psyche Power was about to run out!
When Master Yan Se taught him Talisman Taoism, he naturally explained this to him. Ning Que was very clear that it was very common for Talisman Masters to run out of Psyche Power, and it was also the most common way to die. What really shocked him was that he would run out of Psyche Power after writing the seven Yi Talismans, but his opponent's expression didn't change after writing the hundreds of characters in the clouds!
Ning Que rarely met a cultivator whose Psyche Power was more powerful than his. At this moment, he found that his opponent's Psyche Power was so terrifying that it seemed to be even more powerful than that of the Nation Master of the Golden Tribe Royal Court! The Master of Calligrapher was indeed the Master of Calligrapher. His state and means were indeed top-notch in the world today!
Ning Que knew that he had to make a decision as soon as possible. He stabbed the iron cutlass in his hand into the bluestone ground, and took out the bow and arrow from the back of the big black horse while the Yi Talisman around him was still resisting the ink cursive script falling from the clouds.
He pulled the iron bow and put the iron arrow on it, pointing at the Master of Calligrapher who was above the stone steps in front of the hall.
No matter how powerful your Psyche Power was, no matter how terrifying the cursive script in the clouds was, what could you do when I shot you through with an arrow?
At this moment, the inky clouds were flying and the talisman intent was shaking the heaven and earth. No one could see the scene clearly, but the Master of Calligrapher saw Ning Que's movements clearly.
Looking at the iron bow that shook the world, the Master of Calligrapher's expression was as calm as before, without any fear or vigilance. Since he wanted to kill Ning Que, how could he not think of this person's most powerful means?
With a slight flick of his sleeve, the Master of Calligrapher reached out his right hand from his sleeve and grabbed the air. He actually grabbed a mass of inky clouds from the dark sky and sprinkled it toward Ning Que!
A big splash of ink!
This was the Great River Kingdom, the home field of the Master of Calligrapher. How could he allow Ning Que to be so presumptuous?
With the movement of the Master of Calligrapher grabbing the cloud and splashing the ink, more than ten palaces and countless stone and bronze statues suddenly emitted countless solemn auras. This was the big tactical array of the imperial palace!
The tactical array in the imperial palace of the Great River Kingdom was the big talisman written by the grandmasters of the Black Ink Garden. Today, the Master of Calligrapher grabbed the cloud as ink and moved the palace as talisman, intending to suppress Ning Que on the spot!
It was dark in front of the palace, and there was a faint shrill sound. All the sight was blocked by the inky clouds splashed by the Master of Calligrapher, and even the space was distorted by the chaotic talisman intent in the inky clouds!
Ning Que's iron arrow had left the bowstring, but no one knew where it went!
This was the most effective way to deal with the Primordial Thirteen Arrows. If you couldn't aim, if the space you saw was fake or distorted, how could you shoot the target?
Looking at the inky clouds in front of him and feeling the countless chaotic talisman intent hidden in it, Ning Que's expression became a little complicated. He knew that he had lost, and he had nothing to say.
The Master of Calligrapher was the sage of books. Master Yan Se and Wei Guangming died together in the north of Chang 'an City, so he was the only Talisman Taoism master in the world. It would take time for Ning Que to catch up with his state.
Ning Que was about to be killed by the talisman intent in the inky clouds, but strangely, there was no fear on his face. He looked very calm, but a little disappointed.
The Master of Calligrapher looked at the expression on his face and frowned slightly. He was a little puzzled.
Ning Que had experienced countless dangerous battles in his life, but the only fair battle he had with a real powerhouse was the battle with Xia Hou on the Snow Lake and the battle with the Abbey Dean in Chang 'an City.
In the battle with Xia Hou, Xia Hou had not recovered from his injury. In the battle with the Abbey Dean, the entire Chang 'an City and the people in the city were his helpers. Logically speaking, the battle with the Master of Calligrapher today should be the most dangerous one. His opponent was really powerful, so powerful that he could grab the inky clouds and use miraculous means.
Ning Que was bound to lose, but he still thought it was the easiest battle in his life.
He put down the iron bow that had lost its meaning, and drew out the heavy iron cutlass from the bluestone. His right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and four connected bluestones were smashed. Then he suddenly jumped up and rushed toward the Master of Calligrapher!
The Great Spirit in his abdomen completely broke out, and endless power poured into every part of his body, increasing his speed to an unimaginable level!
Ning Que rushed into the inky fog.
In the dark fog, there were countless scribbled words and the chaotic talisman intent in the ink.
The air in the fog had been twisted.
The Great Spirit covered every inch of his skin, but it was still not enough to completely isolate the horrifying talisman intent. His clothes were torn, and his body was cut open. Blood flowed out and was broken into fog.
Ning Que continued to run with the faint blood fog, and he waved his cutlass to cut the big inky.
Every time the cutlass fell, the inky was cut a little bit, and a clear cut would appear on the gray clouds above the palace, revealing the clear blue sky, which was still clear and boundless.
The Master of Calligrapher slowly raised his eyebrows, and his white hair, which had been messed up by Ning Que's Divine Talisman, danced in the wind.
He knew that Ning Que had cultivated the Great Spirit and had joined the Devil, but he still felt that Ning Que was courting death. That was because the space in the big ink was already distorted. Not to mention Ning Que, even if Ke Haoran came back to life, he would not be able to rush over with a sword, because space represented the power of rules.
He felt that Ning Que was courting death, so he decided to send Ning Que on his way.
A strong Psyche Power shrouded the whole palace, and the area of the inky spread further and further. The dark fog filled the square in front of the palace, and even the flower tree in the corner of the palace was gradually covered.
Ning Que rushed into the inky, and countless crisp sounds rang out. It was the sound of the winter wind being driven by his body, and then being cut off by the twisted space and the chaotic talisman intent in the inky.
Even the wind could be cut off, not to mention the cutlass, let alone a human being.
The flower tree in the corner of the palace wall had several superfluous branches falling, which did not seem to be able to withstand the talisman intent.
Ning Que continued to run, completely ignoring the horrifying inky fog.
Then, he ran out of the fog and appeared in front of the Master of Calligraphy.
The twisted space and the chaotic talisman intent in the fog did not kill him. Except for the clothes that were cut at the beginning and the small wound, there was not even a new wound on his body.
The flower tree in the corner of the palace wall was safe and sound.
The Master of Calligraphy looked at Ning Que who came in front of him, frowned slightly, and remained silent.
He felt that this matter was very puzzling and unreasonable.
Although the Tangs were indeed unreasonable, and the Academy was even more famous for that.
But this matter was really too unreasonable.
Ning Que was not going to reason anymore. In the previous conversation, the Master of Calligraphy had said that the Tangs were unreasonable, and he had already asked the Master of Calligraphy to explain it. So there was no need to repeat it at this time.
He raised the heavy iron cutlass and chopped at the Master of Calligraphy.
If Ning Que held the iron cutlass within one foot of him, who in the world could be his opponent except for the powerhouses of the Enlightenment Doctrine and Ye Hongyu?
The Master of Calligraphy roared and raised the brush in front of him.
The brush broke.
The Master of Calligraphy was shaken and hit the pillar of the main hall, spitting out a lot of blood.
He was the Master of Calligraphy, not the Master of Sword.
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In an extremely short period of time, the Sage of Calligraphy had aged a lot. He looked at the broken brush in his hand with a perplexed expression because he still didn't understand.
He was very confident in his state of Talisman Taoism. He believed that even in the battle before Yan Se's death, his state was similar to his. Then why could his disciple beat him?
Why could Ning Que ignore his splashing ink?
He looked at Ning Que and asked, "Why?"
Ning Que thought for a while and said, "Probably because … you can't beat me."
The Master of Calligraphy did not understand and continued to ask, "Why can't I beat you?"
At this time, a voice came from the side of the hall.
This voice had no emotion, but everyone who heard it had to believe it. Because the speaker seemed to take it for granted, and her words were the law.
"Because I don't want you to beat him."
Sangsang walked to the front of the hall with her hands clasped behind her back. She did not even look at the Master of Calligraphy who was lying in a pool of blood. She looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and said, "Collecting clouds is good, but the clouds are a little dirty."
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(Yesterday, Yun Cai helped me calculate the accounts. If I need 200,000 this month, I will have to write an average of 7,200 words a day from today onwards. He is deeply worried about this. I am not worried because I have decided to work hard together with the students who are taking part in the college entrance examination. We will definitely succeed!
Here, I wish all the students participating in the college entrance examination all the best. Then, as I repeat every year in June, I sincerely hope that you can't see what I'm saying, because it means that you're not playing online … Lastly, my Sangsang is so cute. I'll also write two chapters tomorrow.) (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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