Nightfall Chapter 79: One cut to the east, one cut to the west
The prairie cavalry was a little surprised. He looked around to confirm that there was no other person, and asked: "Who are you?"
He didn’t answer the girl’s question, but asked the other person’s identity. It seemed natural, much like a real chance encounter. However, in such a remote and even unknown green state, a lone prairie cavalry, and It's impossible for a young girl in a yellow dress to meet by chance, he just wants to try it.
Unfortunately, the girl didn't want to talk too much nonsense with him.
"You are Ningcuiya, I am naturally Yu Lian." The girl said.
The prairie cavalry was silent for a moment, stood up, wiped the remnants of the stream on his palm, looked at the other side, and said: "It is indeed the legendary cicada of twenty-three years. It can actually see through my trip."
In this world, few people know that the real name of the King of the Golden Account is Ningcuiya, just like few people know that the master of Xiling Temple’s secular surname is Xiong Chumo, and few people know that Ye Hongyu’s childhood That experience, but she knew, she knew everything.
Because she is the Sect Master of the Demon Sect, the mysterious 23-year-old cicada, her name is Yu Lian, and her real name is Lin Wu. Her life is a heavy fog for others and the whole world, but she has Everything can be seen clearly.
Yu Lian looked at him and said: "Your formation is really interesting."
A large formation composed of the killing souls of the entire Golden Tent Palace Tribe and countless resentful souls, in her opinion, is just a bit interesting. Of course, it is very difficult to get such an evaluation from her.
More interesting is the national teacher itself.
The national teacher was clearly at the place of the blood sacrifice, in front of Ning Que. But beside a stream dozens of miles away in the west, in front of Yu Lian, he was no longer old and tired, but a young cavalry full of energy.
What happened?
The national teacher is dead, or in other words, the old national teacher is dead. For the blood sacrificial formation, he sacrificed all his lifespan, his body was already rotten to dust, leaving only his spiritual consciousness and the so-called spirit.
Then he turned into this young prairie cavalry in an unimaginable way.
The strange feeling Ning Que felt during the battle. It is precisely because that national teacher does not really exist. It's just that he couldn't find out where the national teacher's body was, but fortunately Yu Lian could find it.
The national teacher ran out of lifespan to create that terrifying blood sacrifice array, who could have thought. Yu Lian did not go at all. It's just walking around randomly. He came to the stream and came to his body.
The eyes of the prairie cavalry showed a look of regret-if you stare into his eyes, you can still see the vicissitudes of life inside and the sense of calmness that can only be formed by age.
"Don't regret it." Yu Lian looked at him and said calmly: "Whether you are reincarnating. Or hiding or seizing the house... How can you hide from my eyes?"
Yes, this kind of method that has been out of the scope of human beings looks very magical and seems incomprehensible, but who is Yu Lian...she is a cicada for twenty-three years, and she cultivates the most incredible and the most incredible The magic method, she has experienced the most bizarre and unimaginable changes.
The method used by the national teacher is really not qualified to mention it in front of her.
Suddenly, a cicada sounded by the stream.
There is no cicada in the wasteland. There has never been a cicada, but at this time there is a cicada sound. It is not stern and quiet.
Because Yu curtain moved.
She lifted her foot, stepped on the clear and quiet surface of the stream, and walked over here slowly.
The grassland is windy, and the yellow skirt is blowing on her, like Lingbo's little fairy.
The national teacher looked at her barefoot and said: "I thought you would jump from the sky, but I didn't expect that you would come over from the water in the end."
Yu Lian said calmly: "It's like everyone thought that you would be the Queen of the Golden Tent, and desperately to keep the people in my academy, but I didn't expect that you wanted to escape long ago." /
The national teacher asked: "Can't the academy let me escape?"
Yu Lian said: "No, because you are really strong."
The national teacher was silent for a moment and said: "Thank you...I actually just want to trap you. I want to leave the last blood and fire for the tribe. As for I am indeed going to travel the world."
Yu Lian said: "I said, don't regret it, you can't fool my eyes."
"A moment ago, Ning Que said the same over there." The national teacher looked in the direction of the Eastern Blood Sacrifice Formation. There was a secret connection between him and there. He sighed and said, "My regret is not I didn’t hide it from you, I didn’t expect to keep it from you, but I regret that you didn’t enter my line."
Yu Lian said: "Do you think your formation can trap me?"
The national teacher turned to look at her and said: "My formation can kill you."
Yu Lian said: "Xiong Chumo thought so at the time."
"I am different from him."
Guo Shi calmly said: "I am more rigorous than him, and he didn't know that you were you in the back mountain of the academy, but I always knew that you were you, and I have been waiting for you."
Yu Lian said: "What about it?"
Guo Shi held the handle of the knife, looked at her slowly walking on the stream, and said: "I want to try."
His appearance at this time was that of a rugged prairie cavalry, especially after he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, an army that only had the aura of murderous blood, immediately rushed into the sky.
In contrast to the breath, the cavalry costumes on his body were torn apart, the beard on his cheeks fell without wind, and his hair fell down. In just a few moments, he became a monk.
A murderous, bloody, cruel but kind-hearted young monk.
Yu Lian walked to the shore without a drop of water between her bare white toes.
She looked at the young monk and exclaimed, "Not bad."
Good may be otherworldly, at least at this moment, the young monk who has been blessed by the **** killing will of the entire Golden Tent Palace, or really possesses that kind of exquisite state.
Yu Lian just sighed with emotion, not afraid, not even nervous.
She was as calm as before when facing the unimaginable quietness of the subject, let alone now.
She stretched out a finger and pointed it at the young monk's brow.
The cicadas by the creek suddenly became countless times denser, and they seemed a little restless.
Weeds turned into grass clippings and fluttered in the sky. It's like countless cicada wings, constantly cutting the space.
As soon as she shot, she was the most powerful way to cross the five realms.
The young monk can't avoid it at all, so he can't avoid it.
He stared at the thin finger that was getting closer and closer, ignoring the grass clippings that cut his skin into tens of thousands of **** mouths, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and cutting it forward!
"You miscalculated one thing..."
The scimitar was just an ordinary scimitar. It broke through the air at this time, but it seemed to have the will of countless people, condensing countless people's killing intent. No blade lights up. It just drives the world.
In this world of swords, the young monk quietly looked at Yu Lian's eyes and told her that you were wrong. Although you have seen through my game. Did not walk into my array. But as long as you come by my side, you have already walked into my array, because I am the eye of the array. Where I am, the formation is there.
This sword is no longer an ordinary sword, but a blood sacrificial formation. With the killing soul of the entire Golden Tent Palace, it has accumulated hundreds of years of killing soul, and slashed at the innocent girl in the yellow dress.
No matter how strong Yu Lian is, might he be able to withstand the will of the entire tribe?
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Faced with the earth-shaking stab of the young monk, Yu Lian's response was simple to the extreme.
Her response is not like a great practitioner who has crossed the five realms at all, but more like a child who has just entered the martial arts. The methods used are a little taken for granted, even a little ridiculous.
The technique is the method of the hand. She put her hands together and wanted to hold the knife in her palm.
Is it really taken for granted? No, horror is simple, she takes everything for granted.
So, a knife holding the entire Golden Tent King Court's killing intent was just like that, she was caught in her hand.
Her hands are small and tender, but the knife is hard to get in.
Her body looks very thin, but it seems to have endless power.
There are countless breaths between the young monk's knife and her hand.
The stream behind her began to rippling, then boiling, and then turning into vapor.
The whole stream dries up in the blink of an eye, and the fish and water plants in the stream are missing.
The bottom of the stream also became extremely dry, cracking into countless small pieces, like the scales of a dead snake.
Those cracks quickly spread to the wilderness behind the stream, and instantly extended to an extremely round shape. The surface within a radius of tens of miles became dry and cracked, like an old giant tortoise.
The yellow skirt and the hair on the temples flicked gently in the wind. The skirt was not burning, and the hair was slightly dry.
Yu Lian quietly looked at the young monk behind the knife.
The young monk looked at her quietly, with admiration in his eyes, without fear.
She respects her, she is indeed worthy of being the master of the contemporary Demon Sect, a great practitioner with unfathomable strength, and with just one hand, she has inherited the collective will of the tribe held by the blood sacrifice array.
There is no fear, because he knows very well that he can only catch the knife with the power of the curtain. It is absolutely impossible to have the ability to counterattack in this situation. He did not fall behind.
Yu Lian did not fight back, only a mocking expression in his eyes.
What is she taunting?
The young monk suddenly understood.
His knife made Yu Lian stand still by the stream.
Yu Lian's hand also held him in place.
He can't move.
He, dozens of miles away to the east, can still move?
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When the sword cut towards Yu Lian dozens of miles away from the west, Ning Que felt the most obvious, because the soul forces that were oppressing him suddenly became looser.
More than a dozen iron boxes suspended in the air suddenly trembled violently. The grievances emanating from those white skulls and the killing intent hidden in the formation were drawn by a certain force and fleeing into the distance.
Ning Que suddenly turned his head and looked there.
It's in the West.
He knew that Sister San was in the West.
The thin line he saw in the cloud earlier was the trace left by the senior sister. He didn't know what the senior sister was doing there, but now he has vaguely guessed the truth.
At this time, he was besieged by more than ten grassland high priests, what can he do?
If you change to someone else, you probably won't be able to react in such a short time, but Ning Que is not someone else, and the tacit understanding between him and Yu Lian is hard to imagine.
He and Yu Lian have rarely seen each other in recent years, but the tacit understanding has always been there.
That tacit understanding began many years ago, from the sound of cicadas in Jiupan, from the lower case of the hairpin, from the waist card, from enchantment, and from a very similar temperament.
He heard cicadas screaming dozens of miles away in the west.
He knew that Senior Sister had already taken action.
He closed his eyes, then opened his eyes.
When in the West, the young monk slashed towards Yu Lian.
In the east, he slashed at the old Chinese teacher on the carriage.
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(I feel better and better. I will write more tomorrow and hack the national teacher. Then regarding chapter names, authors of our generation will definitely have a deep mark of martial arts novels, and no one can escape. Thanks to the predecessors who wrote very handsome stories and sentences. The pleasure of reading is unforgettable.) (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!