Nightfall

The old monk screamed fiercely, his hands holding the blade like a white lotus suddenly shivered at high speed.

A substantial force surged along the blade, and suddenly met the horrifying sword poured into the blade by Ning Que.

A loud noise!

The dust in the dim hall was masterpiece, the bone mountain collapsed, and the broken bones and bone debris were like garbage. They were curled up by the wind and fluttering around, hitting the bluestone wall crackling.

Moshan Mountain and Ye Hongyu in a coma were also shocked by this powerful impact force.

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The breath of heaven and earth that has been seen for decades, constantly repairs the broken body of Master Liansheng, helping him restore his realm strength at a terrifying speed. The first thing that becomes terrifying and powerful is the spiritual power.

These breaths of heaven and earth were also absorbed by Ning Que, and then transformed into the vitality of his body, which eventually became a powerful force he had never experienced before.

The final comparison is still time. It depends on whether Ning Que can grab the old monk before he is strong enough to become strong enough to kill the other party completely.

So Ning Que didn't use the tips in the kit and the thirteen arrows in the Yuan, because these methods required the breath of heaven and earth to reach a certain intensity, and also required his mind to be completely undisturbed by the spiritual power of the other party.

In this case, he believed the most, and could only believe the three knives behind him. The three knives from Minshan to Weicheng, Weicheng to Chunfeng Pavilion, and countless enemies who had killed countless enemies.

However, it is a pity that absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth is the means of the Demon Sect. Master Liansheng, as the predecessor of the Mozong's predecessor, is far from Ningqiao both in terms of such means and realm.

The gap between the two sides of the battle is too large, and the time will no longer be fair. Ning Que failed to stab the other side with a knife. As the time passed slowly and unstoppable, the situation became more and more unfavorable to him.

He clearly felt that his body was stronger than before, but the hand holding the handle of Park knife shivered weakly, and he was almost unable to hold the handle tightly, because the power from the blade edge was already superior to himself!

He looked up and saw the cold eyes of the old monk.

The encounter between the two eyes was not as devastating as the previous breath met on the blade, but it was gentle and quiet as if a dewdrop rolled from the lotus leaf and fell into the lake with a ripple.

A wave of waves is a new world.

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There was a pity of Master Liansheng in the night sky.

"This is my world."

Ning Que looked at the hundreds of millions of stars inlaid on the night dome and said nothing. He knew that his knowledge of the sea was finally invaded again by the terrifying spiritual power of the old monk, and he finally understood the true strength of the real practitioners in the world. The ground is definitely their world, and both power and consciousness will be under their control.

The night dome suddenly shook and did not crack, but it collapsed the hundreds of millions of stars in between. Those stars pierced the sky, dragging their long tails to the wilderness in front of him, and the earth groaned and trembled in pain. The frost grass is covered by the splashed soil or burned to ashes by high temperature.

He knew what this picture represented.

The hundreds of millions of stars that have fallen from the night vault are the spiritual power of Master Liansheng. The wilderness and grass trees that were bombarded and groaning in pain were his knowledge of the sea. When the wasteland and grass trees are turned into purgatory by the falling stars, his sea of ​​knowledge will be broken, and he will die or become a ignorant and ignorant waste person.

Ning Que stood on the wilderness, watching the wildfires caused by the stars hitting the ground in the distance, and looking at the terrifying pit on the nearby wilderness. He did not wipe off the black mud from his body, nor did he evade, because he did not know how to evade.

At the risk of being punished by the heavens, he just inherited the mantle of the uncle, and he saw that he could survive, but he fell into such a desperate situation, and he would die soon. Is it really destiny? Is it really Haotian's curse?

His mood was cold, and he even felt true despair. However, in the depths of despair, there was still a strong unwillingness and a strong desire to crush all these stars.

As if a certain presence in Ming Ming sensed his strong unwillingness and longing, a faint shadow slowly spread over and over the top of his head, covering his whole body.

He looked at the shadow in front of him and his shadow deeper in the shadow, Huo Ran turned around.

There was nothing on the wasteland behind him.

There is only one statue.

A black statue.

The statue seems to be a human being, and it seems to be a deity. Because of his back to the light, his face and body are immersed in deep shadows, and he can't see clearly at all.

The stars in the night vault are still falling.

Hundreds of millions of stars are constantly striking the wasteland, and become more and more dense, gradually annihilating Ning Que's body.

And just after the appearance of the black statue, the falling stars, as if they saw the moth of the flames, were attracted by the invisible and invisible forces, and they slanted towards the black statue.

The previously stunning star struck a huge black statue, faintly like a humble firefly.

Hundreds of millions of stars are a group of weak fireflies, striking constantly, flashing a fluffy firelight.

The faint firelight was absorbed by the black statue.

The black statue gradually warmed up, and then turned red all over, as if coated with blood.

Should it be very hot?

Ning Que looked at the huge statue in wonder, thinking so.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. Looking down, he saw a ray of blue smoke in his belt, as if it was about to burn, and he didn't know what was hot in it!

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Ning Que returned to the real world.

He found out that the old monk had pushed the blade several inches out of his chest, and the hard knife handle had reached his waist, against something in his belt. The thing was hot as if it was burning! Crazy!

Ning Que stared at the old monk's crystal-clear but ruthless eyes, clutching the knife handle with both hands, and pushed forward violently!

The blood dripped from the corner of his lips like a waterfall.

He yelled in pain, his feet stepped deep into the blue stone floor like a nail, leaned forward against the handle with the hard object in his waist, and pressed the weight of the whole person up, and the blade edge entered an inch. !

The old monk looked at the blade slowly deep into his chest, his eyes filled with an incredible look.

When his mental strength touched Ning Que's body, he disappeared instantly, as if it was a mud cow entering the sea, and the speed of this loss was extremely amazing, but in an instant, his knowledge of the sea was almost empty!

Absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth with magical power is based on pure mind control. At this time, the consciousness of the sea is gradually drying up. It is floating towards Ning Que's body!

The old monk clearly felt the power from the blade between his hands suddenly increase.

He glared at Ning Que and then looked down at his waist.

There was a very slight friction.

It's like the lake wind gently brushing the lotus leaves.

The sharp blade cut off several fingers, and the broken finger slowly fell.

Pure white lotus, petals fall off.

Ning Que groaned, the Park knife in his hand thrust forward violently, accompanied by Peoran Moyu's mighty sword, Xueliang's blade poked into the old monk's chest, and penetrated his heart directly.

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(Chapter 4)