Nightfall Chapter 16: The killing stone

The crowd screamed in horror and backed away; the crowd screamed in anger and rushed forward. Ning Que waved the Pu knife in his hand, as long as anyone dared to stop him and Sangsang, he would cut it off with a single blow.

The blood sprayed more and more on the ground by the lake, screams and screams sounded from time to time, the broken limbs fell, the liver and intestines were broken, the picture looked extremely **** and cruel.

The Buddhism intends to turn the lives of ordinary people into heavy chains, and directly locks Ning Que in the White Pagoda Temple. However, they do not know that Ning Que is not the disciple of the academy they imagined. He is not a big brother, nor It's not the second brother, he is never worried about murder when he needs it, no matter who it is.

Looking at the terrible place, there was a monk who could no longer suppress it, whistling and breaking the wind, holding a staff and beating Ning Que. Ning Que swung a knife to greet him, and silently kicked his left foot out from under the placket. He hit the ascetic monk's chest and abdomen, kicked the man into the depths of the crowd, then gave a shout, and cut off with the knife in both hands!

Beneath the blade are the two hands of the Seven Masters.

I saw that the seven incomplete fingers suddenly made golden light, and then disappeared in an instant. The majestic power of the flesh Buddha and the majestic aura of Ning Que's body met again. A strong wind swelled by the lake, and there was a breath of heaven and earth. Disordered and restless, the surrounding crowd was shaken down like grass.

The sole of the boot drew a trace on the soil, and Ning Que was shaken back several feet, which was the starting point of his previous killing with a knife. The seven masters shook slightly, and finally took a half step back, pale.

Sure enough, the Buddhist monks will eventually fall into the world of hypocrisy. Ning Que wiped off the blood oozing from the corners of his lips and quietly looked at the seven not far away, thinking in his heart, since the beginning I have been forced into the Asura realm. Then you shouldn't make a move now.

At this moment, he Yuguang noticed that the Xiling guards did not know when. Has retreated to the periphery of the crowd, and did not stare at himself in the crowd like those monks.

The Buddha's horn sounded. Seven masters looked at Ning Que, who was covered in blood, looked at the Pudao in his hand that had killed more than a dozen people, and said, "I didn't think you would actually use the knife."

Ning Que pointed at the corpse in the field with a knife and said: "You should be very clear that you killed these people. From the moment you ordered these bald donkeys to disperse, everyone who died today is You killed it."

He was shocked back to the place where he first drew his sword. The student who was tragically beheaded by him was not dead yet, groaning in a pool of blood. Twisting half of his body, his intestines were broken and miserable.

Qu Nimadi and Lu Chenjia were tied with ropes, standing behind Ning Que, looking at the **** scenes around them, their faces were very ugly. (Full text novel update fastest) Especially Lu Chenjia, his face pale as snow, looking at the student on the ground with only half of his body left, his legs felt a little soft, and said: "Give him a good time."

Ning Que silently looked at the seven masters opposite, and the Pudao in his hand was very stable. She didn't seem to hear what she was saying at all, or pretended not to hear.

Lu Chenjia stared at his back angrily and shouted: "He is going to die anyway, why do you want him to endure the pain before he died?"

Ning Que still did not make another knife on the suffering student, because he knew that he wanted to deter the crowd who had fallen into a state of madness. It was not enough to kill people, because death sometimes equated to sleep. Before the corpse rotted, it could not give humans the greatest fear. At this time, only extreme pain and blood can have a strong enough effect, and today can fewer people die.

Qu Nimati looked at his profile and cursed: "It really is a brute!"

The lakeside gradually became quiet. The student's groaning and howling sound was so clear, and watching the **** and severed limbs all over the floor, someone began to vomit, and another woman cried in horror.

Ning Xie's fishy methods and cold actions really achieved the effect he wanted, and the crowd was gradually stunned, especially the hundreds of people in the front, pale, subconsciously wanting to back away.

"I know why you don't hesitate to die and kill us, because in your opinion, we are the murderers who destroy the world, and if you want to live, you need us to die."

Ning Que looked at the people around him and said: "But you have to be clear, if you try to stop us from leaving today, then your world will be destroyed today, and you will die today."

Then he looked at the seven and said: "Earlier, you and I were right, and four people were killed. You should know more about how many people will die between you and me in a battle, so just as I said earlier Like that, if you try to intercept me here later, the thousands of lives that died will be your sins, not mine."

After saying this, he carried Sangsang on his back and continued forward with a knife.

Looking at him coming, the people at the front of the crowd screamed and backed away. Their faces were full of fear. They could no longer find a trace of courage, and the crowd behind them suddenly became chaotic.

Ning Que, covered in blood, was like a heavy stone, and fell into the pond with a thud, and immediately swept the water away, forming an open space about Zhang Xu's radius around her body.

However, at this time, at least tens of thousands of people were squeezed into the White Pagoda Temple. The crowd was not a pond, but a sea. Except for the people in front of them, most people did not see what happened before the narrow bridge. Seeing those **** and cruel images, the crowd behind them still yelled in anger and continued to rush forward. The ripples at the front of the narrow bridge that had just swayed backward were instantly knocked back, and instead formed a higher wave.

Humans are such strange creatures. They are afraid because they see them, and they are naturally fearless if they don’t see them. Even the weakest people, once they gather enough numbers, they will feel that they are very strong, and the weak will be too. Become courageous, and eventually become the most terrifying torrent.

The crowd flocked to Ning Que, blocking the way forward.

Ning Que waved the knife again, and the blood continued to spray.

Crying, shouting, cursing, kept ringing by the lake.

Ning Que killed the people in front of him, and the rest of them wanted to retreat in fear, but they were squeezed back by the crowd behind. Someone vacated the way, and countless brave people from the crowd in the back filled the road.

The teacher is right. Once the crowd gathers, they can have the most terrifying power. Because there are too many, you can't kill them anyway. His blade fell and killed an honest middle-aged man.

Then he swept across with the blade, cut a monk's chest and abdomen, and took another step forward, thinking that even if he used his talisman with arrows, he couldn't kill all these people in front of him.

Even if they could kill themselves, the teacher and big brother would not agree.

Suddenly this thought flashed in his mind, and then he was forcibly wiped out in an instant-if he and Sang Sang are really going to die, the teacher and senior brother disagree, and have to kill, while thinking about it, his wrist is weak Zhen, the blade picks up, picks up an old woman who can't even walk.

Along the way, I don’t know how many knives have been taken, or how many people have been killed. He and Sangsang’s bodies have long been covered in blood, but there is still a dark crowd in front of them, and there is no way out.

He took a deep breath and continued to wave his arms, slashing and killing anything obstructing him, whether it was a human or a reason, until the end, he even became a little mechanical and numb.

Looking at the blood-stained faces with different expressions in front of him, he understood what many people have said-no matter how powerful a practitioner is, it is difficult to fight the whole world alone.

Because human sorrows and joys cannot communicate, and human fears cannot communicate, you cannot deter everyone with your own strength, so if you want to fight the entire world, you need to kill enough people.

Ning Que killed people since he was a child, especially after going to Weicheng. I don’t know how many horse thieves were killed in Subbi Lake. Based on the experience of killing, few people in the world are richer than him. Even Ye Hongyu is not qualified to He is on par, so he knows very well that killing is a tiring thing.

Even if your heart is as unshakable as a rock, and as cold as the Moyu from the South China Sea, you will not tremble slightly because of the blood and death, but your body will eventually be tired.

The power of mind will be consumed gradually, the talisman will be used up, the arrow will be shot out, the knife will wear out, even if the knife is not worn, every time you swing a knife will consume strength, the most important thing is that the blade and the flesh and blood of the human , Although the counter-shock force is small, it exists. If it accumulates, there will always be a moment that will hurt you.

At this time, Pu Dao's sharp edge, I don't know how many human bones were cut, and it was a little hot. The blood on it was faintly misted, and Ning Que put the knife into its sheath and began to beat it horizontally.

Turn the scabbard into an iron rod, and fly the people in front of you one by one. Although it is slower than direct hacking, it has unexpected effects. From time to time, people are hit by the scabbard in the air. , And then smashed into the crowd, the rear of the crowd became more and more chaotic, and even some places began to step on oneself.

A child was squeezed out by the crowd and fell into the open space in front of Ning Que. He was sitting in a pool of blood and weeping. The child was about seven or eight years old. From the sitting posture, his leg was trampled by the crowd.

The scabbard in Ning Que's hand fell through the void, landed on the child's head, and then stood still.

The crowd behind was still noisy and chaotic, yelling constantly, but the people nearby were quiet subconsciously, watching the scene nervously, waiting in horror for the **** thing to appear.

Ning Que looked at the boy, without any expression on his face, flicked the scabbard and pushed him aside.

Sangsang leaned on his shoulder, his face pale and very weak. Seeing the boy crying on the ground, she smiled with difficulty and said, "Hurry home."

The boy sobbed and got up with his hands on the ground, and limped to the side to hide. At this moment, he saw Sangsang’s face and remembered that this woman is the daughter of Hades and it was this whole winter. , Grandma used to scare her own monster, she couldn't help but screamed in shock, and a stone she subconsciously grasped hit that face.

Ning Que was knocking an ascetic monk flying with a scabbard at this time, and did not notice this scene.

Sangsang was tied to his back, and even if he saw it, there was no way to escape.

With a snap, the stone hit her forehead, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.