Nightfall Chapter 109: A black flower grows behind the boy
Chapter 109 A black flower grows behind the boy
While traveling in the border town, in Laobi Zhai, in many places, Ning Que has said to Sangsang many times, even if I can’t practice, what about it? Seeing Master I practiced the sword technique, I can chop them to pieces. , But at least for now, this seemingly powerful declaration can only be spiritual comfort or spiritual masturbation to a large extent.
He knows what incredible abilities the powerhouses in the world of practice possess. He has never expected to defeat a practitioner in a frontal battle, not to mention the sword master who has clearly at least stepped into the realm of unconfusion.
This was his first battle with a practitioner. He only had some indirect experience. He didn’t have much hope, but he wouldn’t despair. He always believed that only the dead need despair.
The boiling water on the charcoal stove gradually boiled, steaming, and the boiling water poured into the tea cup. Ning Que looked at this picture seriously, staring at Yan Suqing’s every move, staring at his shoulder, staring at his hand, no Hear any words that might weaken his fighting will. When he saw this person pouring tea, his eyes suddenly brightened.
He wanted to hold the teacup in his hand, naturally unable to pinch the sword art anymore. Ning Que’s legs were tightly pierced on the ground like nails, and his body fell forward suddenly. Both hands dragged a long simple sword, holding his whole body. Power, the tiger pounces!
Feeling the strong wind rushing toward you, watching the young soldier who was dragging the knife behind and fighting for his life, Yan Suqing’s eyes were mixed with pity and sarcasm, and his right hand stretched out his cuff and spread his fingers in the night breeze Gently brush.
The sound of breaking the wind in Linhu Xiaozhuli is not the air current that Ning Quehu rushes on, but the sound of the deep night being torn by some power, the dark shadow of the sword that does not disappear behind. The sound of the buzzing is loud, fast and fast before and after, ghosts and gods are unpredictable, instantly tearing the night light and piercing Ning Que’s back!
The bamboo leaves on the bamboo wall were moved by the wind suddenly, and then they spread out in panic. The hot water mist at the charcoal stove condensed suddenly, and then settled extremely slowly to the ground, and the time on the stone flat in the courtyard seemed to have become much slower.
Is this the power of the sword master’s full blow?
Feeling the absolute coldness coming from behind, and the sharp meaning that had begun to break his heart before he even touched, Ning Que felt such emotion in his mind, knowing that the hand of death was about to touch him. The back.
But he didn’t look back, didn’t dodge, he still ran forward like a fierce tiger, because he knew that there was no way back, and dodge such a short distance was just futile. At this moment, he can only run. Run towards death or run faster than death, so that there is the last glimmer of hope.
Rushing to the place two steps in front of Yan Suqing, Ning Que completely ignores the breath of death so close behind him, staring at the opponent’s neck, and slamming his whole body strength on Pudao with his hands. Past!
Looking at the fierce sword light coming from the face, the tea cup held up by Yan Suqing’s left hand just touched his lips, without the slightest expression on his face. He clearly saw it in the sea of breath of heaven and earth, under the control of his own mind. The handleless small sword flew behind Ning Que in lightning speed, and the young man would die without waiting for the blade to fall.
The Pudao in Ning Que’s hand was three feet away from Yan Suqing’s neck.
Yan Suqing’s flying sword is one foot away from Ning Que’s back.
The flying sword controlled by the cultivator is faster than that of the best swordsman in the world.
No matter what the calculation is, although Ning Que Hanyong had a desperate opportunity, it is a pity that this last fight can only take his own life, but it can’t hurt Yan Suqing the slightest.
The next moment, Ning Que should have died, but he did not die.
With the momentum of dragging a knife to chop, he quietly released his left hand, stretched out to his back very naturally, and grasped a piece of hard object protruding from the cloth.
He held the handle of the **** umbrella.
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The slender and stable fingers grasped the handle of the umbrella and turned it forcefully. The coarse cloth wrapped around the umbrella suddenly deformed, and the solid hard woven fabric arched and torn in an instant, revealing a few black and black spots inside. The color spins and tears the cloth, like a long-dormant Canglong raising his head from the ground violently, tearing more and more coarse cloth, revealing more and more black, gradually spreading into a surface, continuous into a black umbrella surface.
The black umbrella surface rotates and opens, and its area suddenly expands, like a large black flower that was instantly urged by the condensed spring breeze. It opened with a loud noise, covering Ning Que’s back and blocking it. The screaming gray shadow of the sword.
Yan Suqing mobilized all his thoughts and made a sword with a killer strike, engulfing endless power. However, when the handleless little sword stabbed the surface of the **** umbrella, which looked like an ordinary greasy umbrella, something very bad happened. Unimaginable follow-up changes.
There was no sound of tearing the canopy, and no sound of violent collision.
The sharp and unmatched flying sword pierced the black umbrella surface, like fallen leaves falling into an endless black mud, and like a tired mosquito gently landing on the black plaque of Laofang.
The flying sword that vibrated at high speed seemed to be stuck to the surface of the **** umbrella, suddenly returning to absolute silence.
After a while, the fallen leaves that fell into the endless black mud slowly sank without a trace, and the exhausted mosquitoes that fell on the black plaque of Laofang fell into the air weakly and fell towards the end of life.
The previously agile and sharp little sword, as if it had lost all its life in an instant, fell from the surface of the **** umbrella and slowly fell towards the ground.
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A thread is broken in the world of heaven and earth.
Yan Suqing’s expression changed suddenly, and she realized that she could not sense her own natal sword. With a scream, her lips burst out, and her left hand loosened the crude teacup, her palms joined together, and the blade that split Ning Que with one hand Clamp it!
There is a faint distance between his palm and Ning Que’s blade. It is not completely touched, but in that tiny space, there seems to be some kind of power in it, as tight as cotton. .
The sharp howling sound echoed in the quiet lakeside small building. The flying sword that had just fallen to the ground heard the howling, and it bounced, but it couldn’t fly again. It looked extremely miserable and futile, just like late autumn. The thin wings of the old mosquito that fell on the frosty ground were frozen into glass ice. The so-called struggle is more like a twitch before death.
Yan Suqing made a killing intent between her eyes and screamed again. She slapped her palms across the cold blade, put her right hand through the sleeve, swept her body diagonally and bounced from the chair, pointing the sword straight to Ning. Missing throat.
At this time, the crude and bulky teacup fell heavily to the ground, falling out of black and red clay fragments. The hot water mixed with the tea leaves was scattered around in a radial pattern, and the white heat took the road in horror. Yi.
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Yan Suqing also pointed out that the sword pierced Ning Que’s throat, and drew an arc slightly to the left, which was farther than the straight piercing. This gave Ning Que the final reaction time for life and death.
He had to do this, because he wanted to avoid the **** umbrella behind Ning Que, and subconsciously he didn’t want to touch that **** umbrella, even if it touched a point. The **** umbrella that was opened, the oily and dirty surface of the umbrella looked even darker and darker than the darkness before dawn on the lakeside Xiaozhu.
Yan Suqing doesn’t know what this **** umbrella is, but as a swordsman who has been immersed in the spiritual path for many years and has retired from the military for nearly ten years, he is invisible among tea, clay and pottery. He can I vaguely felt the fear that this **** umbrella brought to me, that was the fear in the practitioner’s instinct.
Because of this deepest fear, Yan Suqing’s finger sword was a little slower than normal. It was also because of this extremely short time that Ning Que had time to move the black umbrella to the left of his body.
The large black umbrella that has been fully opened at this time has a huge area, just like a large black flower floating on the surface of the lake. It cleverly follows Ning Que’s fingers from right shoulder to left shoulder, and then covers all of his body. .
Yan Suqing’s finger severely poked the surface of the **** umbrella.
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The feeling of a finger poking on the black umbrella surface…something slippery, sticky, and disgusting.
Yan Suqing stared at the place where his fingertips were in contact with the black umbrella surface. The fear in his heart surged out, his body trembled violently, and his face became extremely pale in an instant—he was shocked. It was discovered that, along with the inner fear, there was also the thought power in his body and the heaven and earth vitality that he mobilized with thought power.
The **** umbrella, like the deepest and deepest endless night, will swallow all the light!
Yan Suqing didn’t expect to be forced into this situation by an ordinary person and a seemingly ordinary **** umbrella, but he knew that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff where life and death can be seen!
He did not take back his sword, because as soon as the light enters the dark night, there must be a victory or defeat, either for the day or for the night, before sunrise and sunset, no one can leave early!
Only a sad and unpleasant whistle burst from his lips. This practitioner who has been hidden in the people for more than ten years finally exploded with the most extreme strength, destroying the power of mind at a terrifying speed, passing The snow-capped mountains and sea scattered around the body, mobilizing all the breath of heaven and earth that the lakeside Xiaozhu can sense, condensed in front of the fingers and turned into a sword intent to stab the black umbrella!
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The domineering and sharp sword power of the practitioner passed from the surface of the **** umbrella to the handle, and then to Ning Que’s hand holding the handle. He lowered his head and stabilized the black umbrella with his left hand and shoulder blade, listening There was a crackling sound from the wrist bone, feeling the terrifying power that the body was enduring, and gritted his teeth tightly.
At this time, he was like a Datang soldier with a **** umbrella as a shield, dragging his sword behind him, standing at the forefront of the decisive battle on the grassland, desperately resisting the violent impact of the barbarian tribe outside the shield, he could not retreat. Everyone who came out of the Frontier Fortress of the Tang Dynasty had this sense of discipline and courage!
At this time, his full energy and strength are concentrated on the umbrella handle to counter the sword fingers of Yan Suqing’s lifelong cultivation, and he faintly feels that there is something very precious in his body, which is running along the umbrella handle. It was constantly draining and flowing into the surface of the **** umbrella, so he couldn’t lift the Pudao dragged behind him with his right hand.
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On the surface of the umbrella, the person is within the surface of the umbrella, and the desperate stalemate lasted for a long time. The vitality of heaven and earth rushed in between the small buildings near the lake, condensed in front of Yan Suqing’s fingers and turned into a very short time. And Lee’s sword intent pierced.
Whether it’s the dancing bamboo leaves or the cold water mist, I seem to feel the tension in the scene.
Yan Qing snorted softly, and the veins on her pale face disappeared.
The **** umbrella stepped back one point.
The handle of the umbrella slid away from Ning Que’s left-handed tiger’s mouth and hit his head fiercely. The extremely sharp sword intent finally successfully penetrated the surface of the **** umbrella and plunged in from the collision of the handle.
With a puff, blood sprayed out from between Ning Que’s nose and mouth, spreading along the edge of the mask, staining her immature face.
On the other side of the black umbrella, Yan Suqing’s eyes began to drip with blood, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He squeezed too much thought power, and he was almost exhausted.
Now it’s up to who can support it for a longer time.
The handle of the **** umbrella kept rolling over Ning Que’s chest like a mountain. Blood kept pouring from his nose and mouth. The mask was completely wet with blood, and the blood flowed along the edge of the mask. Stop dripping, dripping on his shoes.
He raised his head with great difficulty, some godless gaze brushed the edge of the black umbrella, looked at the tea master outside the umbrella, and found that Yan Suqing’s thin cheeks had become thinner now, and his eye sockets were sunken. Can’t hold it anymore.
Suddenly, Ning Que felt that the power coming from the umbrella handle was weaker!
He suddenly raised his head, holding the handle of the umbrella firmly with his left hand, pressing the handle of the umbrella with his chest, and forcibly took a step forward!
The **** umbrella is like an unbreakable shield, pushing Yan Suqing back!
A loud howl of a prairie beast cruelly fighting came from the boy’s mouth. He mobilized the last remaining strength in his body, lifted the Pudao dragged on the ground, and slashed it over!
With a click, the blade cut deeply into the depths of Yan Suqing’s neck, and then continued with a terrible and terrifying sound of broken bones and meat, until it split out from the other side.
The eyes on Yan Suqing’s head stared at the young man behind the black umbrella inconceivably, and then the head fell from the neck of the neck and bounced twice on the ground, rolling in with the remaining warmth. In the tea.
The **** umbrella fell slowly, the handle of the umbrella still held tightly in Ning Que’s hand.
Ning Que stared at the head on the ground, panting quickly, and said, “If you are used to being a tea master, then you will no longer be a sword master, because you forgot to hire a close attendant. “
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The darkness before dawn is so deep. At this time, Chang’an City is so quiet. There are no pedestrians on the streets, and there is not even a cat who is used to walking at night. Somewhere in Nancheng, a young man covered in blood rushed out. He staggered and ran. Sometimes his weak legs were hard to support, and he would fall heavily to the ground.
Blood kept dripping from the edge of the mask. He felt that his vision was a little blurred, and even his thinking was a little confused. He didn’t know where he went, he didn’t know if it was due to excessive blood loss or some other reason.
“I want to take your life, then I will take your life.”
He muttered subconsciously, looking for a way home.
The sound came from the mask that was soaked in blood and then stuck, and it looked a little deformed.
Have heard the police siren before, and the little remaining reason made him know that he must leave here as soon as possible. The government has been alarmed. If the Yulin army is dispatched from Chang’an city later, he will only have a dead end.
So he continued to run wildly, running wildly on the Suzaku Street that he did not recognize.
The black umbrella tied behind him was bounced up from time to time, and then opened, one by one.
A revenge boy covered in blood.
The evil spirit that crawled back from the underworld.
There is a black lotus behind it.