Nightfall

> (This chapter is too difficult to write! It's too **** difficult to write! I wrote it heartily !!! Praise! Please encourage! Please cheer! Please cheer up! Come out before twelve in the next chapter)

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The crowd screamed in horror and stepped back; the crowd screamed in anger and rushed forward. Ning Que waved the Park Sword in his hand. As long as someone dared to stop in front of him and Sang Sang, he would cut it with a knife.

More and more blood was sprayed on the ground by the lake. The screams and pains were heard from time to time. The broken limbs fell and the liver and intestines were broken. The picture looked extremely **** and cruel.

Buddhism intended to turn ordinary people's lives into heavy chains and directly locked Ning Que in the White Pagoda Temple. However, they did not know that Ning Que was not a disciple of the academy they imagined. He was not a master brother or a second brother. He never succumbed to murder when he needed it, no matter who it was.

Looking at the miserable scene, there was a bitter monk who could no longer suppress, whistling and breaking the wind, and holding a stick to Ning Que as the head. Ning Que greeted him with a knife, and kicked his left foot silently from under the lapel. In the middle of the chest and abdomen of the ascetic monk, he kicked the man to the depths of the crowd.

Under the blade are the two hands of the seven masters.

I saw the broken seven fingers suddenly golden masterpiece, and then suddenly condensed, the majestic power of the body Buddha and the majestic air of Ning Que's body met again, and a strong wind swayed by the lake. The people around were shocked like grass.

The bottom of the boot draws a trace on the soil. Ning Que was shocked to retreat a few feet. It was the starting point of the previous killing of his sword. The seven masters shook slightly, and finally took a step back, pale.

The monks of Buddhism would eventually fall into the hypocrisy world, Ning Que wiped off the blood oozing from the corners of his lips, quietly looked at the seven pieces not far away, thinking in his heart, since he turned himself to Shura from the beginning Forced, then now you should not shoot.

Just then. He Yu Guang noticed that the Xiling Divine Guardians had retreated to the periphery of the crowd without knowing when, and did not stare at themselves in the crowd like the monks.

When the Buddha trumpet sounded, the seven masters looked at Ning Que, who was covered in blood, and looked at the Park knife that had killed more than a dozen people in his hand, and said, "I didn't think you would really move the knife."

Ning Que pointed a knife at the dead body. Said: "You should be very clear. You killed these people. From the moment you ordered these bald donkeys to come apart, everyone who died today. You killed them."

He was shocked back to the place where the sword was first drawn, and the student who had been traumatized by his waist was still dying, moaning in the pool of blood. Twisting his half body, his heart was broken and miserable.

Qu Nimadi and Lu Chenjia tied their hands with ropes, stood behind Ning Que, looked at the **** scene around them, and their faces were very ugly, especially Lu Chenjia, whose face was as pale as snow, and the name on the ground was only left Students with a half body feel a bit soft legs. Said: "Give him a good time."

Ning Que silently looked at the seven masters across from him. The Park knife he was holding was very stable. He didn't seem to hear what she was saying, or pretended not to hear.

Lu Chenjia stared angrily at his back and shouted: "He is going to die anyway, why should he suffer these pains before he dies?"

Ning Que still did not make up for the painful student because he knew clearly. It is not enough to kill people who are already in a state of madness, because death is sometimes equivalent to a deep sleep. Before the body rots, it does not give humanity the greatest fear. At this time, only extreme pain and blood can play a strong enough effect. Only a few people can die today.

Qu Ni Madi looked at his profile and scolded: "It really is a beast!"

The lake gradually became quieter, the student's groaning groaning was so clear, and looking at the thick blood-broken limbs, some people began to vomit, and a woman's cries of horror sounded.

The rather irritating means and ruthless behavior really achieved the effect he wanted. The crowd was gradually deterred, especially the hundreds of people in the front, with pale faces, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"I know why you don't hesitate to die, but also to kill us, because in your opinion, we are the murderers of the world's destruction, and if you want to live, you need us to die."

Ning Que looked at the crowd around him and said, "But you must be clear that if you try to stop us from leaving today, your world will be destroyed today, and you will die today."

Then he looked at the seven pieces and said, "You and I had a right before, and four people were shocked to death. You should know more clearly how many people are going to die in a battle between you and me, so as I said before If you try to intercept me here later, the hundreds of lives that died are your sins, not mine. "

After saying this, he carried Sang Sang and continued to move forward with a knife.

As he walked over, the crowd at the front of the crowd screamed and backed away, with a look of fear on his face, and no trace of courage could be found.

The whole body was covered with blood, like a heavy stone, fell into the pond with a puff, and immediately swayed the water, forming an empty space around the body.

However, at this time, at least tens of thousands of people were squeezed into the White Pagoda Temple. The crowd was not a pond, but a sea. Except for those people in the past, most people did not see what happened before the narrow bridge. In the **** and cruel picture, the crowd in the back still shouted angrily and continued to rush forward. The ripples that just swayed back at the front of the narrow bridge were instantly hit back, but instead formed a higher wave.

Humans are such strange creatures. They are afraid because they see them, and they are not afraid of not seeing nature, and even the weakest people, once they gather a sufficient number, they will feel that they are very strong, and the cowardly will become courageous. , And eventually became the most terrible torrent.

The crowd rushed to Ning's absence, blocking the way.

Ning Que waved his knife again, and blood continued to spray.

Crying, shouting, and cursing sounded constantly at the lake.

Ning Que killed the person in front of him, and the rest wanted to retreat in fear, but was squeezed back by the flow of people behind. Someone gave way to the road, and countless brave people in the crowd behind added to the front.

The teacher is right, once the crowd gathers, it can have the most terrible power, because there are too many, you can't kill anything, he fell down, hacked a honest middle-aged man,

Then he swept the blade, cut the chest and abdomen of a monk, and took another step forward, thinking that even if he used the arrow and arrow, there was no way to kill all the people in front of him.

Even if he can kill himself, the teacher and the master will not agree.

Suddenly this thought flashed through his mind, and then was forcibly erased by him instantly-if he and Sang Sang were really dying, the teacher and the master disagreed and had to kill him. Pick up, pick up an old woman who can't even walk.

Traveling all the way, I don't know how many knives were made or how many people were killed. His and Sang Sang's bodies were already covered by blood, but the crowd in front of them was still black and there was no way out.

He took a deep breath and continued waving his arms, slashing anything that was standing in front of him. Whether it was a person or a truth, he cut it to the end, and even became mechanical and numb.

Looking at the blood-stained faces with different expressions in front of him, he understood a sentence that many people have said-no matter how powerful the practitioner is, it is difficult to fight the whole world alone.

Because human sorrow and joy cannot be communicated, nor can human fears be communicated. You cannot deter all people with your own strength, so if you want to fight against the entire world, then you need to kill enough people.

Ning lacked murder from childhood, especially after going to Weicheng, but he did not know how many horse thieves were killed in Subi Lake. Based on the theory of murder, there are few people in the world who are richer than him. Even Ye Hongyu is not qualified to compare with him. So he knew very well that murder was a very tiring thing.

Even if your heart is as unshakable as a rock and cold as if it were so cold as the jade from the South China Sea, it wo n’t tremble slightly because of these blood and death, but your body will eventually be tired.

The mind will consume the air, the rune will be used up, the arrow will be shot, and the knife will wear. Even if the knife is not worn, you will have to consume energy for each swing. The most important thing is that the blade is in contact with the flesh of the person Although the force is small, there is such a accumulation that there will always be a moment that will hurt you.

At this time, Pu Dao's sharp edge, I don't know how many human bones were cut, but the friction was a little warm. The blood on the top was a little misty. Ning Que received the knife into the sheath and began to hit it with the sheath.

Turning the scabbard into an iron bar, flying the people in front of them one by one, although it is slower than the direct hacking, but it has unexpected effects. From time to time, people are hit by the scabbard into the air and then smashed. Entering the crowd, the rear of the crowd became more and more chaotic, and even some places began to trample on each other.

A child was squeezed out of the crowd and fell into the open space before Ning's absence. He sat in the blood pool and cried. The child was about seven or eight years old. The sitting posture should be trampled by the crowd.

The scabbard held in Ning Que's hand fell through the air and fell on the child's head, then stood still.

The back of the crowd was still noisy and chaotic, and the screaming continued, but the people nearby subconsciously quieted down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ watching the scene nervously, waiting for the **** things in panic.

Ning Que looked at the boy with no expression on his face, and waved the scabbard gently, pushing him aside.

Sang Sang leaned on his shoulders, pale and very weak. Looking at the boy crying in pain on the ground, she squeezed out a smile and said, "Go home quickly."

The boy sobbed and climbed up with his hands, limping and hiding to the side. At this moment, he saw Sang Sang's face and remembered that this woman was the daughter of Pluto, which was the whole winter. The monster who came to frighten himself, screamed in horror, and a subconsciously grasped stone smashed into that face.

Ning Que was using a scabbard to blow a ascetic monk away, but failed to notice the scene.

Sang Sang was tied to his back, and even if he saw it, there was no way to avoid it.

With a snap, the stone hit her forehead, and a stream of blood ran slowly down.

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