Nightfall Chapter 87: The big splash of ink, the cloud is a bit dirty

Look at the messy vegetation on the clouds, some of the leaves are luxuriant, some are bleak like autumn grass under the hoarfrost, all are scribbled, all are killing characters, waiting for Ning Que to cut out with a knife the character of the floating general Going up, I saw countless thin traces in the air, and the cursive script among the clouds suddenly became messy.

Ning Que's methods are indeed magical. Even Wang Shusheng looked at this scene and admired Master Yan Se's vision. Of course, he still admired Yan Se, not Ning Que.

Just listened to Wang Shusheng’s cry from the front of the hall. The cool winter wind suddenly increased. More clouds were swept here, covering the sun behind the clouds, and the palace seemed more peaceful.

Cloud is a very strange thing. When it is small in number, it is a white cloud floating in a clear blue sky. When it increases in number and overlaps each other, the color will become deeper and deeper.

The clouds over the palace are getting thicker and thicker, turning into dark clouds. As the cloud flocculates, it looks like ink in an inkstone, constantly stirred by the invisible pen.

The previous white paper turned into ink in the inkstone, and the fierce and chaotic wild grass naturally disappeared. However, in the next moment, the clouds suddenly became lower, and then countless clouds of ink-like clouds flew out.

Each cloud is a scribbled word.

Wang Shusheng's wild grass did not disappear, but from the traces on the cloud paper, it turned into cloud ink, as if possessing substantial energy, it rained down on top of Ning Que's head.

What a magical method!

Ning Que's face was pale, and the power of thinking in the sea of ​​consciousness was desperately outputting, and the iron sword waved in front of him, writing one after another, and cutting all the grass characters formed by the ink clouds into dead branches.

However, this dark cloud covered the entire imperial city, covering a vast area, and the huge wild grass hidden in it was at least hundreds of words. It kept falling like this. When could he cut it?

Iron knives broke out of the wind, and the Yi characters were weeding silently. Those scribbled and terrifying handwritings are like real grass, being harvested and shredded. The grass characters falling in the ink cloud are getting denser and denser, as if endless , Ning Que's face became paler and paler, and he could only rely on the Fuyi around his body to support him.

On the battlefield, the only thing that can restrict the power of the rune is the power of mind. A rune with such a powerful power as the Yi character is unimaginable to consume the power of mind. If this is not the case, wouldn't it only need a few rune masters Can sweep the whole world?

For Ning Que, he seldom felt the importance of mind power when he cast amulet in the past. That was because he had been meditating since he was a child, thinking hard, and the amount of mind power completely surpassed ordinary rune masters. And the key moments that really required him to write countless magic runes, such as the battle of the heroes on the light or the battle between Chang'an and the Lord, he has endless sources of thought power-the magical power of the Jingshenzhen and Sangsang.

Today’s situation is different. Facing the unpredictable Shusheng master, he must exert all his strength, but without the help of Chang'an City, after writing the Qidaoyi characters, he felt that his mind power had been exhausted. !

When Master Yan Se preached his Talisman Dao, he naturally explained this kind of thing. Ning Que knew very well that it was a common thing for a Talisman to exhaust his mind, and it was the most common method of death, which really shocked him. What's wrong is that he will run out of thoughts when he writes the seven magical runes with the words Yi, and the opponent wrote such a crazy grass with hundreds of words in the clouds, and his expression has not changed!

Ning Que seldom met practitioners whose mind power was stronger than his own. At this time, he discovered that the amount of mind power of his opponent was so terrifying, it seemed to be stronger than the national teacher of the Golden Tent Palace! The Book Sage is indeed the Book Sage, realm means, in today's world, they are indeed superb!

Knowing that Ning Que must make a decision early, he inserted the iron sword in his hand heavily into the bluestone ground, and with the Yi characters in the sky still resisting the ink cursive script falling from the clouds, he took out the bow and arrow from the back of his **** horse.

He draws an iron bow and uses an iron arrow to point at the book saint above the stone steps in front of the temple.

No matter how powerful your thoughts are, how terrifying this cursive script between the clouds is, and when I shoot you with an arrow, what can you do?

At this time, the ink clouds flew randomly in the field, and the fuyi shook the sky and the earth. No one could see the picture clearly, but Wang Shusheng could see Ning Que's movements clearly.

Looking at this iron bow that shook the world, Wang Shusheng's expression was as calm as before, without any fear, not even vigilance. Since he wanted to kill Ning Que, how could he not think of this person's most powerful means? ?

The sleeve of the robe flicked slightly, and Wang Shusheng put his right hand out of his sleeve and grabbed it into the air. He actually grabbed a cloud of ink from the dark clouds in the sky, and then spilled it toward Ning Que!

Great splash of ink!

This is Dahe Nation, and this is the home ground of Book Sage, how can he tolerate Ning Que's arrogance?

More than ten palaces, countless stone statues and bronze sculptures, as the book sage grabs clouds and splashes ink, suddenly exudes countless solemn atmospheres. This is the palace formation!

The formation is the big amulet. The formation in the Imperial Palace of the Great River is the big amulet written by the masters of Mochi Garden. The book sage grabs the clouds as ink and moves the hall as the amulet, so he must suppress Ning Que on the spot !

The front of the hall was dim, and there was a faintly stern voice. All eyes were hidden by the ink cloud splashed by the book saint, and even the space was distorted by the chaotic charm in the ink cloud!

Ning Que's iron arrow has already left the string, but he doesn't know where it is!

This is the most effective way to deal with Yuan Thirteen Arrows. If you can't aim, if the space you see is fake or distorted, how can you hit the target?

Looking at the Mo Yun in front of him, feeling that there are countless chaotic signs hidden in it, Ning Que's expression has become a little complicated, he knows that he has lost, and there is nothing to say about losing.

The book saint is the saint in the book. Master Yan Se and Wei Guangming died together in the north of Chang'an City. He is the only Talisman who has achieved great results in the world. It takes time for Ning Que to catch up to his realm.

Ning Que was about to be killed by the fuyi in the Mo Yun as soon as he saw it, but strangely, he didn't have any fear on his face, he looked calm, just a little lost.

Wang Shusheng frowned slightly as he looked at the expression on his face, a little puzzled.

Ning Que has experienced countless sinister battles in his life. To speak of a fair battle with the real strong, only the battle with Xiahou on Xuehu and the battle with Guanzhu in Chang'an.

During the battle with Xiahou, Xiahou's injury was not healed. When fighting with the master, the entire Chang'an city and the people in the city were his helpers. According to the truth, he is the most sinister facing Wang Shusheng today. Battle-the opponent is really strong, strong enough to catch clouds and splash ink, and use miraculous methods.

Ning Que is sure to lose, but he still thinks this is the easiest battle in his life.

He put down the iron bow that had lost its meaning, drew a heavy iron knife from among the bluestones, stomped on the four connected bluestones with a heavy foot, and violently rushed towards the Book Sage!

The awe-inspiring aura in his abdomen broke out completely, and endless power was poured into every part of his body, raising his speed to an unimaginable level!

Ning Que rushed into the mist like splashing ink.

In that dim and dark fog, there are countless scribbled writings, with the meaning of chaos in the ink.

The air in the fog has been twisted.

The awe-inspiring air covers every inch of the body's skin, but it is still not enough to completely isolate those horrible signs. The clothes are broken, the body has a small blood mouth, and the blood overflows and is broken into mist.

Ning Que continued to run with a faint blood mist, swinging his knife towards the big splash of ink.

Every time the knife fell, the splashed ink was cut by one point, and a clear knife mark appeared on the gloomy cloud above the palace, revealing the blue sky, and the sky was still clear.

Wang Shusheng's eyebrows were slowly raised, and the white hair that was previously cut by Ning Que's rune fluttered in the wind.

He knew that Ning Que had practiced Haoran Qi, he knew that this son had already become enchanted, but he still felt that the other party was dying, because the space in this large splash ink was already distorted, not to mention Ning Que, even if Ke Haoran came back to life, It is impossible to rush over with a sword like this, because space represents the power of rules.

He felt that Ning Que was sending death, so he decided to send Ning Que another ride.

A vigorous thought power enveloped the entire palace, and the range of splashing ink expanded further and further, and the dim fog filled the square in front of the palace, and even gradually submerged the flower tree in the corner of the palace.

Ning Que rushed into the splashed ink, and countless crackling sounds sounded. It was the sound of the winter wind being driven by his body, and then being cut off by the twisted space and chaos in the splashing ink.

Even the wind can cut it, let alone a knife, let alone a person?

The flowering tree in the corner of the imperial city wall, with several branches falling down, looked uncomfortable.

Ning Que continued to run, ignoring this terrifying ink mist at all.

Then he ran out of the fog and appeared in front of Wang Shusheng.

The distorted space in the fog and the chaotic symbolism didn't kill him. Except for the clothes and the **** mouth that were cut at the beginning, he didn't even add a new wound to his body.

The flower tree in the corner of the imperial city wall is safe and sound.

Wang Shusheng looked at Ning Que who came before him, frowned slightly, and said nothing.

He thinks this matter is very difficult to understand, very unreasonable.

Although the people in Tang Dynasty are indeed unreasonable, the academy is known for its unreasonableness.

But this thing is really unreasonable.

Ning Que is not going to talk about any more truths. In the previous dialogue, Shusheng said that the Tang people are not reasonable. He has asked the other party to talk about it, so there is no need to repeat it at this time.

He raised the heavy iron knife and cut it down towards Wang Shusheng.

Let Ning Que enter a foot in front of him with an iron knife, besides those Mingzong powerhouses and Ye Hongyu, who else can be his opponent in the world today?

Wang Shusheng let out a sharp whistle, holding his pen horizontally in front of him.

The pen breaks.

Wang Shusheng was shocked and hit the pillar in the main hall, spewing countless blood.

He is a book saint, not a sword saint after all.

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Wang Shusheng became a lot older in a very short time. He looked at the half of the broken pen in his hand with a daze, because he still didn't want to understand.

He is very confident in his own realm of Fudao, and believes that even in the battle before Yan Se's death, his realm is no different, so why can his disciple beat him?

Why can Ning Que ignore his big splash of ink?

He looked at Ning Que and asked, "Why?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "Probably because...you can't beat me."

Wang Shusheng 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 has no emotions, but it makes everyone who hears it have to believe it, because the speaker seems to be so natural, because her words are the law of heaven.

"Because I don't want you to beat him."

Sangsang walked to the front of the temple with his hands on his back. He didn't even glance at Wang Shusheng in a pool of blood. He looked up at the dark cloud in the sky and said: "The means of gathering clouds is good, but this cloud is a little dirty."

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I wish all the students who participated in the college entrance examination all the best, and then as I repeat every June, I sincerely hope that you will not see what I said, because that means you are not playing online...Finally , My Sangsang is so cute, and tomorrow is also two chapters. ) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)