Nightfall Chapter 7: I haven’t heard the sound of playing the flute, who is under the umbrella
The blade dragged on the back of Master Seven. In a very short period of time, there were a lot of slight noises of the blade rubbing against the bones. You can imagine how much pain the seven suffered. .
However, the expressions on the seven faces did not change, and they were extremely calm, as if the Pu knife in Ning Que's hand was not cutting his own body, but cutting the bark by the stream. At that moment, he turned around, letting the blood throw a fan of blood in the air, and stretched out his hands to pat Ning Que's face door.
Ning Que didn’t know who this middle-aged monk was, so Yuan Shisanjian chose to shoot at Luo Kedi, whom he knew and watched for. But since this middle-aged monk is qualified to stand with Luo Kedi, It must be a great figure of the Buddhist sect, and it is very likely that he is even a strong man like Master Baoshu in the Xuankong Temple.
So he didn’t have any reservations. Even if Pu Dao slashed the opponent’s back, he did not relax his vigilance. He keenly noticed that the Pu Dao in his hand left a tragic path on the monk’s back. The wounds of the sword were finally resolved by the strange trembling defense of the previous monk. The blade cut all the flesh, but it could not cut off the opponent's bones, let alone hurt the opponent's internal organs.
In this case, the middle-aged monk's counterattack was naturally expected by him. When the two pairs of thin, branch-like palms hit his front door, he had already reacted. The knife was lifted from a low altitude and cut straight and flat from the left. With the majestic aura, it slashed at the opponent's body again.
The blade whispered through the air, and the voice was extremely stern, although it made a sound. But compared to the first sword that broke through the wall, its power was not much smaller. The expressions on Seven's faces became more and more peaceful, and the two palms of Ning Que's face were suddenly spread out in the air, like a shepherd boy playing a flute. Reaching out to both ends, he is going to the blade from his own eyes.
Ning Que is slightly cold. He didn't believe that this powerful middle-aged monk was an idiot, so since the other party dared to catch his simple sword with his free hands, naturally his hands were extraordinary.
In the electric light flint. His eyes caught the edges of the middle-aged monk's hands, glowing with golden luster, and he couldn't help but instantly think of Lanke Temple. Master Baoshu's left hand that once became a golden palm-at that time, Ning Que shot an arrow. Master Baoshu's left hand seemed to be plated with gold, and he forcibly secured a yuan thirteen arrow, and then shattered.
Recalling the situation at that time, Ning Que believed that the middle-aged monk was absolutely unable to use the palms of both hands, so he caught the full force of his awe-inspiring stab. The blade was not hindered, but was even more fierce and straight forward Cut it down!
With a soft snap, the tail finger of the seven masters' right hand touched the blade of Pu Dao. Ning Que only felt that a powerful force was transmitted from the blade to the hilt, and then to his palm!
There are several soft sounds, and the remaining four fingers of the seven masters' right hands are like playing a flute. Falling on the blade one by one, looks elegant and refined, but in fact it is lightning fast!
When the five fingers of the seven masters' right hands all fell on the blade, the golden light on the edge of the palm suddenly increased, and then disappeared in a very short moment. There is nothing unusual.
Five powerful forces, with these five finger pressures, poured into Pu Dao's heavy and sturdy blade, and then attacked Ning Que's body. The blade hummed and his body trembled slightly.
The crystal droplets of Haoran Qi in Ning Que's body seemed to feel some kind of threat. He didn't wait for Mind Force to call upon him, so he rotated sharply, sending countless Haoran Qi into his arms, His arms became like cast iron, holding the handle of the knife and continuing to cut across, the knife was extremely powerful!
At this time, the sharp blade was only a few inches away from the seven masters' cheeks, and it was at this time that his left hand finally touched Ning Que's body.
The left hand of the Seven Masters has only two fingers, the thumb and the index finger. The two hands together have only seven fingers. Once spread out, it looks like seven green peaches, so the master has seven naming.
Although there are only two fingers, they are more usable and powerful than the two hands of most people in the world. This has nothing to do with regular use, but only with the steadfastness of Zen and past stories.
The thumbs of the seven masters' left hands fell on the blade, without being cut and bleeding. They did not use the posture of punching holes with the right hand, gently lifting the blade, as if carefully and carefully holding a bamboo flute.
At the moment that thumb gently lifted the blade, Ning Que felt a powerful force, like a tide of tens of feet high, and followed the blade to shoot himself.
His body trembled violently, like moss on the reef in the tide, and it would be washed away at some point.
The last index finger of the seven masters also landed on the blade, in the opposite direction to the thumb, holding the other side of the blade, still acting as the flute, soft and calm.
At this time, the blade is still an inch away from his face, but it is difficult to get in. The high monk of the Hanging Temple presses the simple sword with seven fingers, like holding a bamboo flute, preparing to lower his head and blow lightly.
The picture is very elegant, but it is actually very dangerous.
A more ferocious tide followed the first tide and patted the black reef on the shore. The moss on the reef shivered and began to peel off.
Ning Que only felt a tearing pain in his chest, and there was a sign of turbulence in the sea of Qi, and a mouthful of blood came out.
The spitting blood turned into a mist of blood, followed by his stern shout!
Ning Que forced out all the aura in his body, an extremely gorgeous golden brilliance sprayed out from the body of Pu Dao, instantly burning the blood mist, and hitting the seven faces.
Seven eyes closed, a light Buddha breath hanging down in front of him.
Ning Que's Haotian divine radiance sprayed out of the Pudao in his hand, purifying the Buddha's breath in a very short time.
Seven took a step back, but his hands were still holding the Pudao softly, and he refused to let go, so he was no longer in the posture of holding the flute, but like a naughty shepherd boy trying to get away from his companion Grab the flute in his hand.
Ning Que certainly wouldn't let this powerful monk take away his Pudao, and the tail finger of his left hand popped silently. He cast the fastest fire talisman, and it burned between the two.
It usually takes a while for the talisman to apply talisman unless it is an indeterminate talisman. Seven did not expect that the speed at which Ning Que cast this fire talisman was so amazing that he had to release his finger and take a step back.
From Chang'an City to Chaoyang City, Ning Que wrote the most fire amulet in this life, and the most used amulet was also the fire amulet, because Sangsang was afraid of cold. The so-called practice makes perfect. Speaking of the speed of casting fire charms, not to mention Mo Shanshan back then, even Master Yan Se was resurrected. There is no way to compare with him.
The fire talisman turned into a fierce fireball, burning violently between him and the seven bodies, like a ball of lightning. It looks extremely scary, but the real scary thing is actually the action that Ning Que made at the same time.
He squatted down.
When the seven fingers were released and back, the Pudao in his hand regained freedom. Following his squat, he frustrated heavily, rubbing the waist of the seven fingers between his thigh and abdomen. Cut it down fiercely!
With a hissing sound, seven monk's clothes suddenly split, and a deep knife wound appeared in the groin. Although at the moment when the blade was in the body, he still used that magical method to remove most of the sword's momentum, but Ning Que chose to drop the sword in that place with deep meaning. There are a lot of blood vessels in the groin, and when it bursts, blood will gush out!
The lower body of the seven masters was instantly wetted with blood, and the blood spurting out from the groin began to trickle down his thighs, plus the eyebrows scorched by the fire symbol. It looks extremely miserable.
Looking miserably does not mean losing combat effectiveness. If ordinary practitioners get these two stabs, especially the second one, they will inevitably die because of excessive blood loss. But looking at the first one, this middle-aged monk There might be a way, so Ning Que didn't hesitate, holding the handle of the knife in both hands, hitting each other, and pierced into the opponent's abdomen!
Such a fierce sword technique, especially this stabbing, he used the sword master Liu Bai’s Dahe sword intent, even if the seven of them are the first of the Hall of the Venerable Xuankong Temple, they still can’t avoid it. Survive.
Unfortunately for Ning Que, today the two Buddhism and Daoist sects killed Sangsang and him. Naturally, the middle-aged monk could not have come alone. There were Luo Kedi and the eighteen Xiling gods in the field. Wei, what made him feel a little regretful is that Luo Kedi is burly, but has a speed beyond his calculation.
Just when the Pu knife in his hand pierced the middle-aged monk's abdomen, Luo Kedi's sword arrived.
Lokdi’s sword is very special. Compared with ordinary swords, it is many times thicker. If it is not golden, the sword's edge is shining like gems, and there are flashing runes. It looks like an iron rod. .
When the sword was slashed towards Ning Que's back, the small courtyard, which was darkened and **** by the smoke and blood, suddenly became extremely bright, and the golden sword seemed to exude an extravagant atmosphere!
Ning Que's posture at this time is half squatting, sensing the strong wind coming behind him, he has no time to dodge, and hastily returned to the knife, then sat down on the ground, protecting his back, and then raised the knife to welcome him. .
His Pudao was designed by the four seniors of the academy, and the six was carefully crafted by the six seniors. It is a combination of three knives. It is the most heavy and strong. However, it seems that it is not heavier than Luo Kedi's sword. Compared with Luo Kedi Guanghua's dazzling sword, his appearance was more like rubbish.
The simple and simple sword and the gorgeous golden sword finally meet!
Only a loud bang was heard! Smoke and dust masterpiece!
The sergeant of Moon Nation at the end of the street, only felt a buzz in his head, and his legs collapsed.
Ning Que's face was pale, and the hands holding the handle of the knife trembled violently. As for the ground on which he was sitting, it had already split like a spider web, and countless bricks and sand were sprayed everywhere.
Rochdi yelled violently and slashed with his sword!
Ning Que raised his sword and greeted him again, only to feel a powerful force, following Pu Dao, pressing against his body, it seemed that he had to press him into the cracked ground before he was willing to give up!
At this time, Ning Que was sitting on the ground, at an extremely passive disadvantage. Even though the wind and rain of a simple sword dance in his hand was impenetrable, he could only let Luo Kedi wield a magnificent golden sword to cut continuously. After coming down, if this continues for a while, he will lose. Even if it can last longer, it doesn't make any sense, because there is still that middle-aged monk in the field.
Ning Que's face flashed with a cruel expression, taking advantage of the very short time when the Luo Kedi Jinjian swayed back to recharge his strength, he forced his right foot under his left leg, and then stood up suddenly!
At this moment, Luo Kedi’s third sword had arrived, and Ning Que was unstable at this time, especially the Pu Dao drooping, unable to stop it, but he did not expect that he actually stretched out his left hand and held it. Holding the back of the tip of the Pu Dao and pushing it straight forward, it is equivalent to using the power of two hands to stop the third golden sword back!
There was a soft sniff. Ning Que clapped the knife with his left hand and twisted his right wrist. The heavy Pudao seemed to become a clever viper. He immediately stabbed Luo Kedi's **** left shoulder and then flashed back.
Luo Kedi didn't expect that with absolute superiority, Ning Que would actually stand up. Even let the opponent stabbed himself. Although the injury did not aggravate, the feeling of humiliation and anger made him forget everything. He didn't even care about his empty chest and abdomen, and slashed towards Ning Que while holding swords in both hands!
The golden sword waved a golden light in the air. The enchanting eyes and the emperor's wealth and wealth hidden in it represent that this is the most powerful sword of Luo Kedi!
If Ning Que is a dead man, he can completely ignore this sword at this time and directly pierce Luo Kedi’s throat with the knife, so no matter how strong the armor on Luo Kedi’s body is, there will only be a dead end. But almost at the same time, his head would definitely be cut in half by this powerful golden sword.
At this time, Luo Kedi was crazy enough to disregard his own life and death, so he could cut such a powerful sword. And Ning Que didn't want to die, he had to protect his back even more, so he could only choose to harden it.
It was another thunderous noise, and the damaged courtyard wall of the small courtyard was shaken by the strong wind. Sui Sui collapsed, and at this moment, Luo Kedi cut another sword!
Luo Kedi is a powerful martial artist in Xiling Temple, and the golden sword in his hand is even a temple warrior. Adding human swords, he enters a state of selflessness. The power is amazing, and the fighting spirit is even crazy.
Ning Que has practiced awe-inspiring for several years. His body is no longer an ordinary person. He possesses extremely powerful strength, but at this time he can't forget his life and death, nor can he fight by his own method.
The splendid golden sword and the unpretentious iron sword slashed, separated, and then slashed again without any fancy. In a very short time, I don’t know how many times they hit!
More than ten clashes, exploded in the streets like thunder!
The moonmen around the streets and lanes, no one can stand anymore, and the horses screamed in terror, rushing to the surroundings, just want to get away from this terrifying place as far as possible.
This battle does not seem to have any shadow of a cultivator fighting at all, it is more like on the battlefield, two extremely powerful generals, holding heavy weapons, are carrying out an incomparable relative charge!
Ning Que's legs began to tremble, and he discovered that the power of the **** guard of the Xiling Temple was so terrifying that he was more powerful than himself, and was not much weaker than Xiahou in the peak period.
A stream of blood dripped from the corners of his lips. It should be that the internal organs were severely shocked and internally injured, but his eyes were still calm, or even cold, like a young man fighting on the wasteland. Even if the tiger is injured, it seems dangerous, but he will never give up the idea of killing the enemy until the last moment.
Rochdi raised his golden sword again.
This time, his arms trembled slightly. Although Ning Que was trembling under his more than a dozen golden swords, he didn't feel well either. Every time the sword struck, the aura from the blade made him extremely pain.
The most important thing is that before the war started, his left shoulder had been shot by Yuan Thirteen Arrows. No matter how serious the injury was, he could ignore the already crazy, but he couldn't make this influence non-existent.
Ning Que noticed the trembling of Luo Kedi's right hand, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Open the umbrella."
The **** umbrella was opened in front of him. Today's **** umbrella is very clean but also very broken. Many holes can be seen on the umbrella surface, just like the clothes of a beggar attending a wedding, which is sad.
Ning Que stretched out his left hand like lightning and held the handle of the **** umbrella.
At this time, Luo Kedi's golden sword was cut down again.
Like the previous ten times, the mad guard commander wanted to hack Ning Que to death alive, and he knew he could hack Ning Que to death, so even if he suddenly saw a **** in front of him The umbrella, he still cut it down.
The golden sword slashed heavily on the **** umbrella.
The surface of the **** umbrella suddenly sank, but it was not cut.
Although it is a **** umbrella that is broken, it can't be cut with just a sword. No matter how brilliant the sword is, it is not the light left by the Buddha after all.
The **** umbrella is still the best defensive weapon in the world.
At this moment, it was Ning Que's shield.
In the previous dozens of times, facing Luo Kedi’s golden sword, Ning Que's Pu Dao used the slashing force. Only in this way can he compete with the opponent in strength, and now that golden sword is blocked by the **** umbrella. Up.
So this time Ning Que didn't cut it out, but stabbed it out.
The gloomy Pudao passed through the hole in the **** umbrella and stabs it to the opposite side!
With a soft sound, the blade pierced Luo Kedi's throat.
This seemingly random stab, broke several times in a row, breaking the vitality of the body guard.
Rochdi abandoned his sword, covered his **** throat, and retreated like a madness!
Retiring all the way, he howled all the way.
But his throat bones were all shattered at this time, so the howling sound looked strange and unpleasant, just like the cry of the dying beasts on the wasteland that died out of pride.
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