Nightfall Chapter 179: Ten thousand dollars

The vitality of the whole city of Chang’an is majestic and majestic, and it is impossible to calculate the number. At this time, through the eye club, along the left hand of Ning Que, it continuously poured into his body.

The vitality of heaven and earth has no substance, no quality, it is clearer than the purest water, and lighter than the lightest air, but at this time too much quantity enters his body, which naturally brings an unbearable load.

If it is an ordinary person, even a cultivator at the pinnacle of life knowing, in such a short period of time, receiving such a large amount of heaven and earth vitality, it will only end in an instant collapse.

But Ning Que cultivates awe-inspiring spirit, and his body is stronger than steel. Except for the master of Taoism, Buddhism and Demons, and the third elder sister Yu Lian who is the master of the Demon Sect, no one is stronger than him. .

His body is like a container made of stainless steel, and it is the different kind of stainless steel used to make the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, bearing the constant influx of vitality from the heavens and the earth, and then compressing the vitality to an unimaginable degree.

At this time, he is like a seashell in the depths of the ocean, his body and soul are under extremely terrifying pressure, but he does not know when he will condense the dazzling pearl.

It was a very painful process, but there was no expression on his face, except for the blinking of his eyelashes and the melting of the residual snow on his clothes. He just looked at the subject.

The wound on his body broke open again, and the blood was bleeding outwards. The blood water was like red jade. When it met the cold wind on the street, it dissipated and turned into extremely fine particles.

Those particles leave the surface of the clothes, floating in the air around him, like flames and fog, he looks like a burning fireman, and like an extremely cold iceman.

He continued to draw the knife.

The sharp blade slowly rose from the cracks in the bluestone on Suzaku Avenue, bringing out black mud debris, and it was about to leave the snowy surface. A lot of things happened in Chang’an City.

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In the early morning, the city of Chang’an fell like a curtain of snow, and the watcher waved his sleeves and broke into the city. He lost a streak of the senior brother and the third sister of the academy, and then a lot of magical talismans appeared in front of him, telling him that the road was nowhere.

From that moment on, until I saw the master in the wind and snow on Suzaku Avenue, Ning Que walked a lot in Chang’an City, cut off many pasts related to Sangsang, and erased Haotian’s surprise Many traces left in the array.

In the end, he didn’t completely repair the Shocking Array, but he left enough runes—the runes consisted of two knife marks, which looked like a word “Xi”.

These runes made the viewer feel a little embarrassed, preventing the viewer from going straight to the palace and destroying the eyes of the Shocking God Array, making the viewer have to walk into the wind and snow on Vermilion Avenue and choose to kill Ning Que first.

Ning Que was seriously injured by the Seven Heavenly River God’s Fingers. He did not continue to write the Yi characters because it was no longer meaningful, but the hundreds of Yi characters he wrote did not dissipate, but were supported by the Shocking God Array. Next, it continued to drift in the streets and alleys of Chang’an City, gradually disappearing into the snow.

As he drew his sword, hundreds of Yi characters reappeared.

On the street, at the end of the alley.

In the well, in front of the office.

Behind the wall, in the garden.

Under the willow, beside the plum.

Hundreds of Yi characters reproduce the city of Chang’an!

The incredible thing is that these runes are still changing.

To be precise, these X characters are deforming.

These Yi characters consist of two knife marks, which are two strokes.

One stroke and one flick.

As Ning Que drew his sword, that pinch slowly rose to the right, as if to drift away from that pinch.

This stroke is like a feather arrow, the invisible bowstring is pulled back, farther and farther away from the bow, and at the same time it is accumulating more and more power.

It’s like a knife again, leaving the ground, about to show off.

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Drawing a knife is a very simple action. Ning Que did not know how many times he had repeated it in his life. He did it very skillfully, so he completed it in a short time.

The changes in the streets and lanes of Chang’an City also took place very briefly.

The situation has changed abruptly. The first thing that felt the changes in Ning Que and Chang’an City was not the master, nor the big brothers, nor the people on the snow street, but the sky above them.

The water at the bottom of the alleyway had already frozen, and suddenly there were two more knife marks, two knife marks appeared on the snow-covered bell, and two knife marks appeared on Yanming Lake.

The water in the well began to rippling again, the bells began to rippling, the willow branches by the Yanming Lake also began to rippling in the cold wind, the thick snow fell on the pine trees in Tantuo Temple, and a fat squirrel took winter food Sitting under his hips, rubbing his forelimbs, don’t understand why he was frozen before.

The dying breath that enveloped the Hushan Pagoda Temple, with the reappearance and transformation of hundreds of Yi characters, disappeared in an instant, even the falling wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the frozen Changan came to life.

The breath that didn’t know where it came from, followed Ning Que’s movements, continued to spread around, and at the same time rushed towards the sky, wildly dissipating the thick snow clouds, and the blue sky reappeared.

When the master leaves the world, the subject is the number one in the world.

The sky felt the change first, and he felt it second.

He felt the danger.

His eyes suddenly became paler, lighter than gray, until they became transparent, like a crystal, with countless lights and shadows moving at high speed, as if many stories were happening on the curtain.

He saw some fragments, some fragments that he couldn’t believe.

In the city of Chang’an, the viewer could not see clearly what happened in the future, just as he had never seen clearly what the academy would become from now on, but he had seen some pictures that he firmly believed in.

But those pictures have changed.

The moment Ning Que pulled out the knife.

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The snow stops and the wind breathes.

Suzaku Avenue is very quiet.

The observer looked at Ning Que, his eyes returned to normal, but he was surprised.

He believed in the truth, and there is no love or hatred for things like killing.

Today, there are countless murders by the subject, and he has his own reason and needs.

He wanted to kill Ning Que earlier, also based on need.

But he wanted to kill Ning Que at this time, but it was based on an inexplicable vigilance.

This vigilance was so strong that it even made his Dao Xin a little shaken.

He wants to kill Ning Que, and this desire is about to become instinct.

But he felt that there was something hidden in the air between himself and Ning Que.

He cannot be promoted to WuJian, and he cannot kill Ning Que in the shortest time.

Then he at least can’t let Ning Que raise the knife.

The watcher looked at Ning Que and said, “Whoever believes in…”

Ning Que didn’t know why he was talking at this time.

The disciples in the academy in front of Qingxia, hearing these three words, they must be able to think of the Xiling teachings chanted by the great priest of Tianyu, the kind of Taoism that is as famous as the first lecture of Xuankong Temple. Door magic.

Ning Que is not dead.

Because the subject only had time to say these three words.

Because the big brother said three words at the same time: “The son does not speak.”

After saying these three words, his face turned pale, and more and more blood spilled from the jacket.

After blocking for such a moment, Ning Que finally pulled out the knife.

The blade completely left the snow.

Looking at the knife in his hand, he took a step back.

To retreat is to leave.

For thousands of years, he was the only one who entered Chang’an City.

Seeing it can destroy the Shocking Array, destroy the Kingdom of Tang and the Academy, and achieve an unworldly achievement.

As long as you can kill Ning Que, you can do all this.

For the subject, this is a very simple matter, and it is naturally a great temptation.

But he is leaving.

There is no hesitation, no reluctance.

This can only be done by people with a clear mind and no dust.

There is no wind or snow on the street.

The observer could not move forward, so he retreated, and his right foot fell to the ground, and there was wind and snow on the soles of the feet.

An invisible door appeared in the wind and snow.

A door that can only be seen without distance.

Guanzhu’s right foot stepped into the door, and Tsing Yi suddenly became transparent.

The next moment, he will step into the void.

The vitality of the world in Chang’an City has been disturbed by Ning Que, but he still cannot stop him from leaving.

Ning Que is not going to let him go.

Because he has already pulled out the knife.

The blade left the snowy surface with a very slight noise, like a brush dipped in oil over a piece of meat that was roasted by a bonfire, and like a brush dipped in ink sliding across the snow-white paper.

The streets and lanes of Chang’an City, beside Liu Xiamei, made hundreds of soft sounds at the same time.

It’s like the sound of a piano, like the sound of a bowstring vibrating, and most like the sound of a blade unsheathed.

It was the sound of friction and friction.

That is the sound of hundreds of Yi characters.

Immediately afterwards, more blades unsheathed.

This time it was a real voice.

The dozen or so pig-killing knives hanging on the wall of Dongcheng Pork Shop had been lonely in the leather scabbard for a whole day and night, and suddenly those pig-killing knives broke out.

Not far from Suzaku Avenue, a sharp knife was inserted into the cutting board of a house, and the knife was stained with fresh blood. Not far away, there was a pot of stew steaming slightly, and suddenly the kitchen knife was taken from the food. The board jumped out.

The two teenagers were lying in a pool of blood beside Vermillion Bird Avenue. They were seriously injured and weakly leaning against the wall wet by snow. Although they were not dead, they could no longer hold the knife and fork beside them. Suddenly, the two hatchets and kitchen knives jumped out of the snowdrift and landed at their hands.

Ning Que drew his knife.

All the knives in Chang’an City were drawn out.

Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of knives are beginning to show their edge.

The winter willows by the Yanming Lake are floating.

The Hansong in Tantuo Temple bowed.

The snow accumulated on the whetstone floated.

One of the lines in the hundreds of runes moved slightly.

On the Long Street, Can Xue was blurred, and countless sharp breaths suddenly appeared during it.

The invisible door was cut to pieces in an instant.

There were countless small cracks in the Tsing Yi on the subject.

There are also many rifts in his powerful flesh, which is based on the demon realm.

The subject began to bleed and began to bleed a lot.

Ning Que raised the knife and said, “I want to kill you.”

While speaking, there was absolutely condensed heaven and earth vitality ejected from his lips, turning into a half-foot-long white mist, with tiny flashes of lightning in the mist, and his extremely strong desire.

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