Nightfall Chapter 185: Laugh loudly (below)

The black hair from Ning Que's blade blew across the ten-mile long street, cutting Guanzhu's body with bruises and broken liver and intestines, causing him to fall on the lakeside like a dead fish, but did not stop there, but continued to travel south. .

There were two thousand elite cavalry soldiers dozens of miles south of the city. At this time, they didn't know what had happened in Chang'an City, and they were still dreaming of burning, killing and plundering after they entered the city.

There are very few people in the Xiling Temple who know the overall plan of the Guanzhu, but Long Qing is one of them, because in a sense, he is the last disciple of the Guanzhu collected by the South China Sea.

Long Qing thought he knew what was going on in Chang'an city—he didn't hesitate to come here in a raid for thousands of miles to cooperate with the observer.

Guanzhu should have defeated the academy, broke the shocking formation, and Chang'an City without any official army protection, in front of his two thousand cavalry, is a sinner waiting to die.

Thinking of this, Long Qing's mood can't help but become better. His cavalry will become the first army to attack Chang'an City in history, and will surely be the last army to destroy Chang'an City.

He is the prince of the Yan Kingdom and the **** son of Xiling. He destroyed Chang'an City and the Tang Kingdom. This was his lifelong wish. In order to achieve this wish, he put in too much hard work and even suffered countless souls. The test of ice and fire has long been bruised and miserable.

For him, while destroying Chang'an City, there is one more thing he must accomplish-killing Ning Que, an opponent who has left too many cruel memories in his life.

In the green hills behind Zhishouguan, half of the Taoist’s life cultivation was swallowed with gray eyes, and some of the spiritual power of the royal priests in the wasteland. His current realm has already been forcibly elevated to the peak of Zhiming realm. Although he knew that Ning Que was also promoted to Zhiming now, he firmly believed that he would definitely win this time.

From the banquet in Chang'an, to the stone path on the back mountain of the academy, to the arrow on the snow cliff of the wasteland, to the autumn rain outside Honglian Temple, he has lost too many times to Ning Que. What makes him angry is that Ning Que is clearly inferior to him in all aspects, but he just loses again.

If the world really has destiny, if Haotian really looks down on this world calmly and lovingly, then inexplicably defeated so many times, it is always his turn to win.

The more you give, the sweeter the fruits you can pick up——Long Qing looks at the looming city in the north, thinks of the scene when he enters the city later, and thinks of the scene of Ning Que falling under his sword in pain, suddenly I feel that the pain I have suffered over the past few years has become an intoxicating fragrance.

The village by the roadside kept collapsing in the raging fire, and the flames danced on the silver mask. His eyes exposed outside the mask were calm as usual, but the hand holding the rein trembled slightly.

At this moment, the raging fire in the village suddenly went out!

Long Qing looked at the village that had suddenly become extremely secluded, at the scorched earth and ruins with black smoke, and at the quiet plains, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a very strange feeling arose in his heart.

Even the most violent rain, there is no way to put out such a big fire in such an instant, and no matter how violent the wind is, there is no way to blow out all the flames in the village.

Moreover, the clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the blue sky, where there are traces of falling rain, and the fields on both sides of the official road are quiet and quiet, and there is no clear breeze.

What happened?

The cavalry around also noticed this weird scene and looked around in a daze.

Long Qing didn't look any other way, just stared at the other side of the official road.

This straight and spacious official road leads directly to Chang'an City, which is the Suzaku Gate.

He faintly saw that black sand was whistling from a distance.

Long Qing didn't know what the black wind was, but his heart beat faster subconsciously, Dao's heart shook slightly, and there was endless fear, and he wanted to avoid it far.

"Disperse! Avoid the wind!"

Long Qing's face was pale, and he sternly shouted at the two thousand cavalry scattered around, and then when he raised the horse rein, he wanted to go down the official road to the ruins of the scorched village.

The two thousand cavalrymen are composed of the temple guard cavalry and the cavalry directly under the royal court of Zuozhen. They are Longqing's most loyal and elite subordinates. They are extremely well-trained and have strict military discipline. Although the cavalry didn't know what was going on, and didn't see the black wind in the distance, after listening to Longqing's stern command, everyone did not hesitate to kick the horse and scatter toward the wilderness on both sides of the official road.

As a strong man at the pinnacle of fate, Long Qing’s sense of danger is very accurate and timely. The two thousand cavalrymen also perfectly demonstrated their mobility and responded quickly.

However, this black wind from Chang'an City has long surpassed the realm of the world, and it can't even be described by speed. It rushed for more than ten miles in an instant, and came to Longqing and the cavalry.

Wind is the flow of air. The air itself has no color, so the wind on the world is also colorless. The reason why this wind raging between the sky and the earth is black is because there are many things in it.

The mud and snow, the leftovers of the teapot, the iron pot and the blue bricks are all in this violent wind, so that the clear light from the sky can't fall to the ground, so it looks so groggy.

The real horror is that in addition to the hard things, there are countless knife intents hidden in this black wind. Those knife intents are so sharp that even the whistling wind seems to be cut into countless fragments. !

Some cavalrymen, before they had time to rush into the wilderness and stay on the official road, first encountered the black wind. They shouted in horror, then the shouting stopped suddenly, and their bodies were cut into countless pieces. The mounts on them were also cut into countless pieces at the same time, and then they were picked up by the wind.

The cavalry who scattered into the wilderness did not avoid the edge of the black wind, even if they dismounted and hid behind the broken wall, the broken wall was cut open, and then their people were cut open, they hid behind the mound, the earth Qiu was overturned by the wind, and then their people were also lifted up by the wind, not knowing where they went.

The black wind is coming, like the deepest and deepest night.

In the thick night, only the sound of countless blades breaking through the air can be heard, but no one swinging the sword can be seen.

The cavalry shouted desperately, and then died one after another.

Long Qing looked pale when he looked at the house in front of him that was cut into countless pieces by the wind.

At this moment, the black wind has come to him, and he finally sees some details in the wind clearly. He saw the tools used by ordinary people in Chang'an, and then he saw the knife marks.

He knows who swung these knives.

With a clear whistle, he took out the dark and quiet lotus from his chest and faced the black wind.

This is his natal lotus, and he did not hesitate to use his lifelong cultivation skills.

However, even if the observer understands the quiet state between life and death, turning white bones and flesh into white-stemmed red lotus, he is ultimately cut by the black wind and does not know the life or death. Life is better than death, let alone him?

The black lotus withers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the petals fall off.

Long Qing's body showed countless subtle blood mouths.

The silver mask on his face split like a dry field, and then peeled off.

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I don't know how long it took before the black wind finally stopped. No one knows where the black wind went, whether it disappeared, or shattered the void and entered another space.

The wilderness in the south of the city regained calmness. The first thing that fell was not a clear light, but a terrifying rain of blood, more precisely, a rainstorm of flesh and blood.

The cavalry and war horses cut into pieces of meat by the knife's intent, followed the black wind and rolled into the air for an unknown number of feet, until the black wind disappeared and landed on the ground.

Tens of thousands of flesh and blood are constantly falling on the official road, in the fields, making dull pops, splashing countless blood and frightening juices.

The two thousand cavalrymen who raided Chang'an City all died in the black wind, most of them were turned into flesh and blood sprinkled across the fields, and some were rolled directly into the sky, and then fell to death.

The branches on the southeast side of the official road were covered with pieces of meat and corpses. More than a dozen black crows flew up, staying around the tree, and screaming cheerfully, preparing to welcome this grand dinner.

These black crows, it is impossible to eat all the flesh and blood, there will inevitably be a lot of residues. Previously, these cavalry burned the village to the ground, and Dao Liu turned into scorched withered branches. I wanted to get their flesh and blood nourished. In a few years, the willow trees here will definitely grow very beautiful.

Long Qing is still alive.

He looked at Chang'an City in the distance.

The silver mask is broken, the old wounds are not gone, and there are many new wounds on the face. The face that was once perfect is now very terrifying, like a ghost in the legendary underworld.

He laughed suddenly, then burst into tears.

For that city, in order to kill the man in the city, he paid an extremely tragic price, even willing to appear in the soul, but seeing the success, he found that it was still just wishful thinking.

The city looked so close, it turned out to be... still so far.

He hadn't even seen Ning Que, so he was defeated, to the blood.

The most painful thing for him was that Ning Que’s knife was not the one he slashed. I believe that Ning Que didn’t even know that he had been to Chang'an City before and was so close to Chang'an City.

And he still lost like this.

He looked at Chang'an City in the distance and let out a desperate cry.

"Ning Que!"

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Since entering the second floor of the academy, there are good deeds in the world, describing Ning Que and Prince Longqing as enemies of life, but Ning Que really didn't know that Longqing was in the south of Chang'an at this time.

He didn't even know that Long Qing was blown into a lunatic by the black wind, and the two thousand elite cavalrymen who would have brought the disaster to Chang'an City were chopped into a **** rain by the knife in the wind.

What he chopped down was to observe the subject.

The tens of millions of Chinese people in Chang'an City want to be slashed.

He slashed it out, and the black wind sent the night to the world, and the watcher flew out.

Suzaku Avenue was quiet. Whether injured or not, everyone looked at Ning Que's back, and it was the old lady who broke the silence in the end.

The old lady tremblingly asked, "Is it dead?"

People on the street have the courage, but no one wants to face a terrifying figure like the master again.

Ning Que shook his head.

Everyone was silent.

Ning Que said: "But even if it is not dead, it will be abolished."

When he heard these words, no one responded for a while.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi leaned against the wet wall and looked at each other in a daze.

The old lady was stunned, and said with a smile: "I will tease you at this time."

He walked towards Dongcheng with a cane and shouted: "The thing is over, what are you still doing? If you should go home, you should go to the ** to find your mother. Whoever comes, go to the Imperial Medical Office and call someone. ."

The old lady Chu laughed boldly and handed the old knife to the little daughter-in-law behind him.

Until now, people finally confirmed the outcome of this battle.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi smiled at each other.

Doctor Tea chuckled.

Everyone laughed and laughed out loud.

The cheerful laughter gradually spread.

Every street and alley in Chang'an City, there was laughter.

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Yu Lian hugged the big brother and walked to the street.

The big brother chased the master for seven days, and the power of mind has long been exhausted. Today, from the morning to this time in Chang'an City, he went straight to the blue sky from the street, and was seriously injured. The bones of his body were broken.

"Brother, I don't usually think you are so tall in the back mountain."

Yu Lian frowned slightly as he watched the big brother's toes that were about to fall into Can Xue.

The frown is because of puzzlement and because of pain.

She jumped to the blue sky, and then fell from the blue sky, still holding her senior brother, although she is the master of the demon sect, she also suffered extremely severe injuries, and could not bear this kind of pain.

Blood emerged from her slender ankles, and the bones in the flesh were broken into pieces, and stubble pierced into the flesh every step of the way, causing endless pain.

Yu Lian stopped in the street, with thin beads of sweat coming out of her forehead.

The big brother landed, hugged her horizontally, walked to the side of the street, coughing up blood.

Finally walked to the side of the street with difficulty, the older brother put her down and watched her carefully explain with a slow voice: "Sister, it’s not that I have become taller, but you have become shorter."

Yu Lian gave a hum.

The two sit side by side on the broken threshold.

The big brother looked across the street and stretched out his hand to call.

Mo Shanshan didn't see it because she was looking at the street.

On the street, Ning Que looked up at Qingtian and said, "Teacher, have you seen it?"

After a while, he said again: "Sangsang, have you seen it?"

Ning Que sat down slowly.

The sound of countless knives resounded in the city of Chang'an.

There were countless sneers and scorns on his body. It was the sound of returning to the battlefield.

Countless energies of heaven and earth rushed out of his body and returned to the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

He began to bleed, and the blood was instantly shaken into mist, and there were countless lightning in the mist.

A moment of disillusionment, a moment of rebirth.

Mo Shanshan walked to him and helped him up.

They also sat on the mutilated threshold.

The four people sitting on the threshold did not speak, but looked at the sky quietly.

As if there is a beautiful picture in the sky.

There are no pictures in the blue sky.

Only the flame of the previous iron knife**, leaving two traces of water vapor on it.

Water vapor is cloud.

That is a word written by the cloud.

A big "person" character.

After a long time, the word gradually disappeared.

As if never appeared.

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