Nightfall Chapter 165: I fight invincible in Chang’an (Part 1)
The first snow last night has continued, and Chang'an City has become a large black-and-white cloth, embroidered with palaces and temples, painted with lakes and mountains, and the whole way is heavy with fog and dim.
Ning Que dropped a lot of needles there and stitched them tightly. He wanted to sew those cracks well, or embroider a new flower again, so that the bleakness reappeared.
Unfortunately, he understood that it was a little late, and the number of needles dropped was not enough, and the watcher could always find the place to stay, and then saw him before he fixed the shocking formation.
Ning Que and Guanzhu met at a distance across a long street that was more than a dozen miles away, shrouded in wind and snow.
Walking through the city of Chang'an, Guanzhu suffered a lot of injuries and his Taoist clothes were stained with blood, but he did not fall.
They did not meet, but they have already met.
As soon as we met, the winner was already decided.
Ning Que knew he had lost.
Mo Shanshan glanced at him, spilled the stones in the deerskin bag on the street, and left.
He took the eye pestle and gripped the handle of the knife.
If it was in the past, once he was determined to fail, he would definitely turn around and leave, but today he did not do so.
This has nothing to do with courage, only with confidence.
Because he believes he can win the final victory.
Because this is Chang'an City.
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Across a dozen miles of wind and snow, Guanzhu glanced towards the other side of the street.
The eye pestle in Ning Que's hand suddenly became extremely hot, and the place where the palm face touched the pestle surface made a sizzling sound, accompanied by the green smoke rising, which had a burning pungent smell.
From morning time to now, this look is the first real contact between Ning Que and Guanzhu. Only by relying on the power of the shocking formation can he not be distracted by the master's gaze.
The power of the Shocking God Formation radiated into the street through the Forming Eye Club, protecting his body and mind. The Forming Eye Club was a passage, bearing an unimaginable amount of breath of heaven and earth, and it heated up sharply.
This kind of burning pain doesn't just fall in his palm. Also fell on his heart.
But he was still calm and didn't say a word, because it was hot. Then you can fight.
"Even in the city of Chang'an, you are still too weak."
More than ten miles away, there was the voice of watching the subject, and the wind and snow couldn't help it.
Ning Que looked at Fengxue and said, "In Chang'an City. I know everything, so you have been unable to catch up with me. I want to try now, can I do everything?"
Where the voice fell, he slashed with a knife.
The power of his thoughts in the sea of knowledge spilled out of his body and spread to all sides of Chang'an City through the eye and pestle held tightly in his hand. In the wind, rain, snow and frost of blue bricks and old stones, I came to the five lakes of Xicheng. Came to those pavilions.
A vicissitudes of life and desolation emanated from the cracks between the bricks and rocks, slowly rising from the depths of the ice-covered lake, from the depths of the pavilions and terraces.
Old beams creaked, bluestone slabs smashed out of accumulated dust, and hot springs gushing from the bottom of five lakes became hotter. Countless pearl-like bubbles gurgled out, and fish fleeed desperately in the boiling lake.
If you go, you will return.
The Shocking God Formation sensed the call of thought power emanating from the Formation Eye Pestle, and returned to Suzaku Avenue with an endless aura of heaven and earth, came in front of him, and came to his blade.
Ning Que cut it down with a single knife, and cut the city out.
On the snowy street. There were countless knife marks, sneers and noises, breaking the wall and cutting off the ground.
These knife marks are in pairs, and each pair of knife marks is a character yi, a powerful rune.
These knife marks are condensed with the atmosphere of the world of Chang'an City. They are extremely powerful. Each knife mark is above the five realms, sealing the entire Suzaku Avenue.
Knife marks are like cutting grass, killing people like grass.
The eaves break the walls, the beams and the broken stones are broken, and everything touched is like withered grass.
The knife mark came to the city.
The master Tsing Yi trembled slightly, and disappeared in place.
A knife mark fell on the street, with a crisp sound, and the bluestone slab was broken.
The air in the street broke.
The watcher fell back into the street and stepped on the remnant snow.
A wound appeared on his left leg.
He glanced at it, the blood stopped, and the wound was like jade.
Countless knife marks broke through the long street more than ten miles away.
The watcher disappeared again, using the distanceless method in every inch.
The knife mark cut by Ning Que carried the breath of Chang'an City, and once again cut him out of the interlayer of heaven and earth vitality.
The subject disappears from time to time, and appears from time to time.
When he reappeared, at the entrance of the alley, at the gate, breaking the office, he looked like an idol.
Every time he reappears, there will be an extra wound on his body.
He is the most powerful person in Taoism for thousands of years, and now the number one person in the world, but facing the power of the entire Chang'an City, he can still only passively defend.
Ning Que wants to know if he can do everything in Chang'an. At least it seems that he has done it now.
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Guanzhu was once again cut out of the void by the knife mark.
There was a very slight wound on his forehead. The wound was just at the end of his eyebrows. The broken eyebrows were like a broken river bank, and blood flowed slowly from that thin line like water overflowing the river bank.
He looked at the other side of the long street, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
He suddenly raised his palm, and slowly brushed it from the front, like an ancient Buddha mourning his face, and like the face-changing tricks in the Song Dynasty ancient drama, he wanted to erase this face.
The palm of the watcher's slowly falling hand did not wipe off the blood, nor did it turn the thin-line wound into a golden thread, but only added a layer of frost on the broken eyebrows and eyelashes.
A breath of silence enveloped his body.
On the other side of the Long Street, there is another knife mark breaking through the snow.
The cold wind comes first, and the watcher's green sleeves are blowing, and his body swells in the wind, as if it has grown countless times in an instant, about to break through the sky.
In fact, he was still standing on the street, still the ordinary Taoist.
It's just that his body exudes a breath that is as magnificent as the sea and boundless.
Ning Que's knife mark has arrived.
Chang'an City is here.
The atmosphere of heaven and earth is changing violently, and in the wind and snow on Suzaku Avenue, there seem to be countless people crying.
In an instant, he was hit by dozens of knife marks.
Ning Que's knife marks are all above the five realms, possessing the power to cut mountains and rivers.
But at this time the master is dead, ruthless, without sense, painless, fearless, and fearless.
Ning Que’s Yi character possesses power above the five realms, and carries the power of the Shocking God Formation. On Vermilion Avenue, it is like a storm on the sea of Song Dynasty.
But at this time, there is no limit to the subject, no matter the breath or the volume, it is like a vast ocean.
No matter how powerful the knife mark is, it won't hurt or hurt.
No matter how terrifying the storm fell in the ocean, it was just a small picture.
Death and immeasurable.
The master casts the two five realms at the same time, and allows the two to form a perfect unity.
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The wind and snow will be quiet again.
The subject calmly moves forward.
Ning Que's knife marks left only some very subtle marks on his body.
Some eyelashes fall, some clothes are broken, and there is a small hole in the cloth shoes.
Besides, there are no more wounds.
Ning Que looked at the admirer who came and said, "So you are a flying ant."
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