Nightfall Chapter 180: Write on the blue sky

Ning Que didn't say that I wanted to kill you. He said that I wanted to kill you. It seemed very small, but this kind of caution and calmness meant that he really wanted to do this.

Because this is the desire of everyone in Chang'an City, he wants to fulfill this desire, so he said that sentence very seriously, and at the same time issued his own call or request.

As if hearing his call, a very clear roar suddenly sounded south of Long Street.

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The snow on Suzaku Avenue has disappeared, and the snow is still there.

In the spring rain, Ning Que and Sangsang were stunned by the painting of the Vermilion Bird. At this time, they were buried in the deep snow, as if they were frozen, without any anger.

Suzaku painting is like the killing talisman of the Shocking God Formation, possessing a certain unimaginable spirituality. When it runs on its own, it can have the power of almost the strongest blow of the pinnacle of life.

Thousands of years ago, it was carved by the master himself in the south of Suzaku Avenue, guarding this great capital city, and countless demons and evil spirits were quietly burned to ashes in the dark night.

The Guanzhu entered the city of Chang'an, and the painting of the Vermilion Bird felt a little bit. When it was about to appear and fight, the Guanzhu stepped on its wings. With a simple kick, it did not dare to move.

Because Suzaku sensed the gap between the realms, it felt fear, so it lowered its once proud head in fear, and buried itself in the cold snow, faceless to see people.

Until this moment, a voice suddenly reached the deepest part of its soul. The voice said that he wanted to kill the master, so he needed its help.

Suzaku knew who the voice came from, but it couldn't figure out who could kill someone like the Lord after the Master left the world, so it was still cowardly.

But that voice kept reverberating in the deepest part of its soul, rubbing, like turbulent magma, burning it extremely irritably, until its blood burned.

The cowardice of the previous moment turned into the shame of this moment. A thing called courage returned to Suzaku's body, and the snow was blown away by the wind, revealing its eyes.

A majestic breath arose on the street.

The wings of the painted Suzaku break through the ice and bluestone, and appear in the air.

Only a very clear roar was heard, Suzaku's body left the street and rose into the air!

Suzaku hasn't called for a thousand years.

Is it shocking today?

Suzaku spread out more than ten feet of wings, flew through the air, and instantly arrived at Chang'an South Gate.

The city walls are towering into the clouds, and the blue bricks are old.

Suzaku flew between the walls.

It waved its red wings, as if dragging two flames, clinging to the city wall, flying at high speed, and in a very short time, it came to the north.

Suzaku flew over the palace.

The queen mother held the little emperor's hand and bowed slightly while looking at the sky.

In the turret of the imperial city, Yu Lian raised an eyebrow.

Suzaku flew over the palace, lowered its height, and followed the Suzaku Avenue to the south.

The most straight and wide road in the world is its road.

Suzaku flew extremely fast on this road, with more than ten feet of fiery red wings, as if to light Chang'an City, and wherever it touched, the remnant snow suddenly turned into blue smoke.

No one on Snow Street can react.

They could only hear a clear cry, and then they saw a fire shadow coming.

People don’t have time to think, and even the observers don’t have time to react.

When he saw that it was Suzaku flying on the long street, he couldn't help showing a mocking look.

The viewer rarely shows the emotions of ordinary people, only for this legendary Suzaku, he has never been able to suppress his own mockery and contempt, even he himself can't understand the reason.

Probably because this Suzaku is the only thing the Master left in the world.

Suzaku flies toward the snowy street, spreading its wings, and the hot flames scorches the air.

The whole world seems to have turned into a fiery red color.

Just when the Tang people were full of expectations and saw Suzaku culling the master, just when the master was about to reach out and tear off the fire wings of the Suzaku, the Suzaku let out a clear cry again.

A flash of fire flashed.

Suzaku quietly suppressed her prestige, turned into a flame, and fell on the knife in Ning Que's hand.

A slight burning sound, like a soldering iron stamping somewhere.

Ning Que's knife has more scorched burn marks and a very distinctive pattern.

It was just a red firebird.

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Ning Que's iron knife is the combination of three knives that have accompanied him for many years. Like the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, it is the crystallization of the collective wisdom of the academy, with unimaginable strength and weight.

Only such a strong knife can withstand the powerful force in his body. However, with the improvement of the cultivation level, this sword did not seem to have such a great effect on him compared with the three swords of the year, the current Yuan thirteen arrows and the inexhaustible talisman paper. Instead, it became his weakness.

Ning Que is very good at fighting, and he knows how troublesome it is that the weapon in his hand cannot be balanced with his own strength, but he never gave up the knife. Because in the dark, he always felt that this knife should belong to him, and it will definitely show its true edge someday.

When the knife was released, he even rejected the suggestion of Senior Brothers Fourth and Senior Brothers Six that he should engrave runes on the blade to increase power like most of the world's strong practitioners did.

Because he felt that the talisman he wrote at that time was not strong enough, using it on an iron knife was tantamount to ruining the knife, even if he could write the rune now, he still felt that it was not enough.

There is no reason, no reason, he just thinks that he is qualified to be carved on this knife, it must be an extraordinary rune.

So the iron knife has been dimmed, and there is no rune engraved on it, and the thick blade looks so simple and unpretentious, but it is allowed to be soaked in countless blood.

Until today, there was a clear sound from the south of Chang'an City, and the Suzaku broke through the air, turning into a fire and falling on the knife, and then there was a bright red pattern on the dark knife.

Only then did Ning Que understand that it was what he had been waiting for.

Only then did he understand the reason why Suzaku met himself before the Master left the world.

To be able to match this iron knife, it must indeed be an extraordinary symbol.

This talisman is Suzaku.

It is the killing symbol in the Shocking God Formation.

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The knife has been pulled out of the snow.

Ning Que raised his knife, and the snow powder suddenly dispersed.

The Suzaku rune on the dark knife suddenly brightened.

A bright red flame came out from the blade's edge and pierced the sky.

At this time, the wind and snow disappeared early, and the blue sky appeared before countless eyes in the world.

The bright red flame ejected by the iron knife was more than ten miles long. Following Ning Que's movement of raising the knife, it dragged from northeast to southwest on the blue sky like porcelain.

Dragging by the flames, a trace was burned out on the blue sky, like someone took a giant pen like a mountain and rewritten the next stroke in the sky.

This stroke spanned half of the sky, tens of thousands of miles.

Ning Que dropped the knife, and the flame from the blade moved down, and began to write the second stroke.

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In the turret of the Imperial City.

Yu Lian quietly looked at the sky, at the flame moving between heaven and earth.

Then she glanced at the knife in her hand.

This is a huge scarlet scimitar, even two long and two wide for her petite body.

This Scarlet Scimitar is the sacred artifact of the Demon Sect. It has been kept by Tang Xiaotang since Huang Ren moved south.

As the Sect Master of the Demon Sect, Yu Lian was a natural thing to get this knife.

While the master was walking on Snow Street, she came to the palace for this knife.

From the appearance, the blood-colored giant knife in her hand is definitely more terrifying than the knife Ning Que is holding now, giving people a stronger sense of shock.

But she knew that compared with the knife in Ning Que's hand, her blood knife was a bit inferior.

Ning Que's knife can write on the sky.

"You finally wrote that word."

Yu Lian suddenly took a deep breath looking at the gradually taking shape on the blue sky.

The snow around the imperial city floated from the ground with her breathing.

The ice surface in the moat rattled and shattered into countless pieces.

Countless air filled her petite body between her breath.

Her chest rises and falls slightly.

Her eyes gradually brightened.

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Everyone on Snow Street is watching the sky.

Everyone in Chang'an City is watching the sky.

People looked at the giant pen formed by the flame and wrote on the blue sky.

Big brother is also watching the sky.

There is no snow falling, but his eyes are slightly wet.

He looked at the sky and said silently: "Teacher, the little brother finally wrote the word out."

Then he took a deep breath.

Nothing has changed on Snow Street.

During the breath, even the dead leaves falling on the snow did not tremble.

His eyes gradually brightened.

The cotton jacket on his body continued to ooze blood.

The wooden scoop is broken in front of Congling.

The wooden stick was held in his hand.

I don't know where he put that old book.

The belt on the padded jacket, no longer need to wear so many things, so much worry.

So began to flutter, drawing afterimages after debut.

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Ning Que looked at the subject and dropped the knife.

Because the knife in his hand must fall on the master.

So he has to be more accurate.

His eyes and the look of the Lord met in the street.

He didn't see any other emotions in the eyes of the master, only peace.

The snow chips floating in the air also became calm.

The very small sound made by the squeezing of the snowdrift became low.

The speed of the passage of time began to slow down.

Then the voice of the subject resounded in his sea of ​​knowledge.

"Your strokes are wrong."

Ning Que is not worried.

Because apart from Buddha, no one can really control the rules of time.

You can't watch the subject either. Even if he uses his great supernatural powers to slow down time, he is also in the slowed down time, which means that no matter how slow the iron knife falls, there will always be the moment of arrival.

He said to the master: "The strokes are wrong, it does not mean that the words are also wrong."

The subject's voice disappeared for a moment, and then it sounded again.

His voice is very emotional and his emotions are very complicated.

"Good word."

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