Nightfall Chapter 94: Swords and arrows, a new generation of strong men

The situation is extremely tense, only to see if Ning Que breaks through the nine-layer Buddhist mantra breath of Master Baoshu, or whether the bronze bell in Master Baoshu's hand kills Sangsang first, at this moment, the field is qualified to influence the situation. Qu Nimadi wanted to pick up the broken stick and smash Ning Que and Sangsang into flesh, but she knew that she had no way, so she looked at Cheng Ziqing anxiously.

Cheng Ziqing, a strong sword pavilion, sat on the threshold of the temple with his sword crossed before his knees. In a short period of time, he thought of many things, but no matter what he found helplessly, regardless of the relationship between the sword pavilion and the academy, Tang Guo and The disputes in the Southern Jin Dynasty and these balances of interests must be meaningful under the premise of the existence of the world. As a practitioner, the first thing he must do now is to prevent the world from being destroyed.

So before Qu Nimadi's anxious gaze fell on him, he had already shot, pinching a sword technique with his left hand on his side, and a sharp sword intent shot out from the horizontal sword on his knee.

The swordsmanship of the Jiange of the Southern Jin Dynasty is completely different from the ordinary sword control techniques in the world. Most of the time, the sword master will hold the hilt tightly. What is important is that he moves with the sword, so when he is the flying sword , Since Cheng Ziqing flew up from his knees, his body has also risen along with it. With a peek of his right hand, he held the hilt of the sword and followed the sword's momentum!

This swift movement is extremely fast and unstoppable, making Cheng Ziqing's body like a real sword, bounced from its sheath and pierced Ning Que's back. !

Cheng Ziqing is the second strongest in Jiange, second only to Sword Saint Liu Bai, who is the strongest in the realm of fate. When this situation is critical, he can do nothing if he does it, and it must be the strongest method. The sword is cruel!

Faced with the sword of the sword pavilion powerhouse, Ning Que, no matter how strong his body is after being enchanted, may still survive a hard block. If Sangsang is stabbed, he will only die on the spot.

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However, the sword in Cheng Ziqing's hand did not pierce Sangsang.

His sword didn't penetrate Sangsang's thin body and pierced Ning Que's back.

Because his sword pierced a hard stone.

Cheng Ziqing's face remained unchanged. The sword continued forward forcefully and directly smashed the stone.

However, before the tip of his sword, another stone appeared.

Cheng Ziqing's expression was weak, the sword vibrated again, the aura of heaven and earth gushing out of the sword, in a very short space, repeatedly shaking countless times, turning into the phantom of his debut, trying to avoid this stone.

But he can't avoid it.

In the quiet Buddhist temple. In the space between Cheng Ziqing and Ning Que's back. Numerous stones appeared, all of which had different shapes and edges. Densely dense, full of mountains and wilds, full of the whole world.

How strong the sword is. Facing the rocks that filled the world, it was still rough and difficult.

In those days, Mr. Ke's Haoran sword was able to cut through these stones that blocked the world.

Although Cheng Ziqing's swordsmanship is amazing, he still can't reach this level.

Suddenly, he felt that his mouth had been stuffed with a lot of stones, and then there were a lot of stones in his throat, chest and abdomen. The stones have a slightly numb smell and a cool touch. There was a harsh feeling, and what made him more painful was that the stones had sharp edges and corners, constantly cutting his consciousness.

Cheng Ziqing only felt upset and palpitations in his chest. With a clear whistle, he fluttered back. The green steel sword in his hand slashed a hundred and twenty-eight sword winds in front of him, and finally cut down the stones that enveloped him. Leaving that deserted and desperate rocky world, I breathed fresh air again.

Cheng Ziqing turned to look at the silent bookworm Mo Shanshan in the corner, his face pale, shocked and speechless.

The sword in his hand has been scored with numerous nicks and severe damage, as if he had discovered a violent collision with hundreds of thousands of hard rocks in the previous instant.

Previously, when Cheng Ziqing started with the sword and pierced Ning Que's back, Mo Shanshan shot at the same time.

The bookworm threw a paper ball from his sleeve and threw it on the ground in front of the futon.

It was a piece of talisman paper, which was shaped like a small stone gravel by her.

That piece of talisman paper is the talisman she learned from the piles of rocks at the bottom of Daming Lake. It was with this insight that she was promoted to the state of life in this spring and became the youngest in history. One of the rune masters.

Because of this reason, Mo Shanshan also named his talisman: block base.

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In the battle, the most taboo thing is to look forward and backward, and be indecisive to fight. This is what Ning Que taught Mo Shanshan during his journey in the wasteland. Of course he would not make such a mistake himself, so he knew that Cheng Ziqing The sword was stab at his back, and he still did not stop attacking Master Baoshu.

The sword power of the strong sword pavilion, he has a solution, such as the **** umbrella, at least he can buy some time. However, the brass bell in Master Baoshu's hand was still ringing, and the Sangsang on his body was still vomiting blood. He had no choice but to take the brass bell. He had no time, so he had to knock down the treasure tree.

The nine-layer Buddhist mantra breath on Master Baoshu’s body was cut open by his simple knife for six layers. However, with the light ringing of the copper bell, the Buddha’s nature returned, the nine-layer Buddhist mantra breath was unexpectedly instantaneous. Re-solidified.

Ning Que looked indifferent and didn't seem to care, let alone any disappointment. Before the blade of his right hand hadn't touched the ground, he lowered his waist and bent his knees. He clenched his left fist and slammed it on Master Baoshu!

In ordinary people’s battles, fists are often the last resort, the most primitive means, and possibly the strongest means, but in the battle of practitioners, whether it’s fists or feet, as long as it’s a human body The upper parts are necessarily the weakest and even ridiculous means.

Ning Que's fist is not ridiculous, because this is the first time he has revealed his magic sect method. What's more, his fist contains an extremely powerful aura.

There was a loud bang.

The nine-layer bodyguard mantra aura on Master Baoshu was pierced by Ning Que's punch!

Master Baoshu looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer to him, with a look of shock on his face, and he greeted him with a brass bell between his two fingers.

Ning Que's fist hit the copper bell fiercely.

Inherited from the awe-inspiring aura of the little teacher and uncle Ke Haoran, and the Buddha's relic left by the Buddha finally met.

Another bang!

Master Baoshu's face was pale, and the corners of his lips overflowed with two red blood. The copper bell between his fingers rang and swayed, like a small bell under the eaves in a storm, which may fall at any time.

But after all, it did not fall.

Ning Que was about to run out of fists, but no one thought that his continuous fighting movements were as fast as lightning. Just when the right hand holding Pu Dao fell on the ground, he flipped up again, obliquely from bottom to top. Lifted up.

There is a soft bang.

Master Baoshu screamed, and fell to the ground.

His right arm broke away from the body and flew to the top of the Buddha Hall with blood!

On the arm that was chopped off, the brass bell was still tightly held.

Ning Que's expression remained indifferent, and he reached out and grabbed Baoshu's broken arm, ready to take off the copper bell.

Since that brass bell is Sangsang’s nemesis, if it can’t be destroyed, of course it must be held in his own hands.

However, when his fingers just touched the copper bell, he suddenly felt an extremely majestic Buddha nature. He rushed to his elbow and bends from his fingers, and struck his heart!

Unbearable pain came from his fingers, especially the Buddha-nature is too terrifying. Ning Que snorted and understood that the sacred objects left by the Buddha were not something that Sangsang and the protector of Sangsang could touch. thing.

He released his finger and let the brass bell fall to his feet.

Then he drew the second iron arrow, turned around and pulled the bow, and shot it at Cheng Ziqing, who had fluttered back to the gate of the palace.

At this time, Cheng Ziqing had just tried his best to get out of Mo Shanshan's block talisman. He was looking at the bookworm in shock and speechlessly. He did not expect that he would face a more terrifying attack soon.

Everyone could not imagine that Ning Que had just taken a very risky victory over Master Baoshu and cut off one of the master's arms. After achieving a great victory, he attacked the strong sword pavilion without stopping!

In the entire Buddhist temple, only Sangsang behind him and the mountains sitting in the corner can think of this.

This is Ning Que's fighting style. Once he starts to fight, he must knock down all opponents who can threaten him, confirm that the opponent is dead, or have no strength to fight back.

Cheng Ziqing is a powerful practitioner of the Fate Realm, and he can pose a strong threat to Ning Que. Now that Mo Shanshan made his move and made him feel a little uneasy, how could Ning Que miss this opportunity?

The dark iron arrow disappeared from the bowstring, carrying a very light white turbulence, and came to Cheng Ziqing in a moment!

Just like Master Baoshu, unable to resist the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that have surpassed the time limit, Cheng Ziqing couldn't do it either, but he is a strong sword pavilion after all. I have seen Ning Quejian shoot Master Baoshu earlier. The mighty power had long been vigilant, watching Ning Que turn around and bend his bow at this moment, he responded in advance without hesitation.

Clearly with a fierce Qing Xiao, Cheng Ziqing's already severely damaged sword exploded suddenly!

At the critical moment when his life was greatly threatened, the sword pavilion powerhouse actually forcibly scattered his own life-cherished natal sword, in exchange for a sword light like a heavy rain curtain!

The iron arrow appeared in the heavy epee light curtain.

Countless extremely fine impacts sounded, and an unknown number of fragmented blades shot and flew, piercing the door and window of the pillars in the temple, making an aggressive sound.

Cheng Ziqing tragically slanted and flew upside down, and slammed into a stone statue.

With a sneer, Iron Arrow was in the bluestone slab in front of him.

I don't know how deep the iron arrow goes deep into the ground. It has long since disappeared, leaving only a black hole. Because of the intense friction between the arrow body and the bluestone, the edge of the arrow hole is littered with blue smoke.

Looking at him, Cheng Ziqing finally showed a look of horror on his face, spouting blood.

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((I went to bed early yesterday, but I didn’t expect to wake up from ten o’clock in the night until four o’clock in the afternoon. I slept for a record 19 hours. I was sore and confused. I really made up all the things I didn’t say a few days ago. The little and lazy under the skin robes were ready to sink. I turned on the computer and looked at the monthly ticket list. I was full of energy. Today’s three chapters! If you like it, Please continue to vote for monthly tickets!)

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