Nightfall

In two simple words, Ning Que confirmed two very important facts: this unpredictable old monk was indeed the first lecture in the Xuankong Temple, and the old monk was about to kill himself and Sang Sang.

Faced with such a severe situation, he could not think about the difference in strength between himself and the first lecture, and did not even think about it. With little courage and determination, he launched!

The noble gas in his body burst out, his right foot stepped out of a stone pit on the hard ground, his body turned into a residual image, and immediately swept to the front of the first seat, his hands held up the Park knife, carrying the extremely blazing Haotian Shenhui, Just like incineration of the dark clouds in the sky above you, cut to the top of the head!

The hard and heavy Pu Dao chopped **** the first hat above the head, and a loud hum burst like a cut on an ancient clock, echoing the melodious bell!

Li hat instantly shattered into dust and splashed everywhere, and it was faintly visible that the bald head with scars in the first lecture had no change, but the expression of the first did not change, but the silvery white eyebrows did not tremble.

Ning Que's hands shaking with the handle of the knife shook again, but his movements did not stop at all. With a scream, Pu Dao chopped down again with Haotian Shenhui, and as soon as it fell, it was like a storm, suddenly in the first lecture. Even with seventeen knives, the position where each knife falls is different, but they are so hard and tough!

The first sword that burned up from the sky before and broke down the mountain was the most powerful one made by Ning Que's life. Compared with the one that cut the blind Liu Yiqing at the side entrance of the academy, I don't know how many times it was stronger.

At this time, he was slashing seventeen lightning bolts in a row, which is the most exquisite skill he can show. If it is not forced by strong fear, his current state will not be able to come out at all.

However, whether it is the most powerful one. It is still the most exquisite knife technique. In this silent and quiet old monk, all meaning is lost.

How can it hurt people even if they can't cut down their eyebrows?

When the sword was over, the first hat worn by the lecturing was still splashing around, and the cassock was cut into countless pieces by the blade. But it hasn't had time to fall.

Ning Que is like a ghost, retreating for dozens of feet, and retreating to her previous position again, her face pale.

There was a light breeze blowing from the lake, and the cassock on the first lecture slowly floated away, flying away like a butterfly, exposing the body, and then a disciple put on new clothes for him.

At this time tens of thousands of believers in the temple. All knelt on the ground and bowed piously, and no one noticed this scene.

Ning Que read it clearly. On the first old body of the lecturing, he didn't say there was any knife wound, but he couldn't even find a trace of it. He couldn't help being cold both physically and mentally. He remembered the seven words he said before the small courtyard.

"Buddha has a lot of Dharma, and if you don't deviate from its sect, what you cultivate is meditation into the Buddha, and the body becomes a Buddha. Both the body and mind are not bad, and the poor monks have cultivated to the body."

After the battle in the small courtyard, Ning Que knew very well what strength Qiqi's body had and the terrible repair ability, and he only taught the first disciple, but he only cultivated to become a Buddha.

This Xuankong Temple's first lecture, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows can't shoot through, carrying Haotian Shenhui's Park Sword, can't leave any traces, it has obviously been repaired to the highest realm of Buddha's body, both physical and mental.

What is King Kong not bad?

That's how it won't break.

How do you fight this battle?

Ning Que never knew how to write the word Despair, but today he seems to finally understand the strokes of these two words.

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The first seat of the lecture was replaced with a new one. Then he looked up and looked quietly at Ning Que, who was dozens of feet away, and slowly lowered the tin stick in his hand.

The tin rod in his hand had been falling, but Ning Que's movement was too fast, and his movement was too slow, so after Ning Que cut eighteen knives, the tin rod had not fallen to the ground.

Until this time. The tip of the staff finally made contact with the ground.

The tip of the tin rod sounded a crisp bell.

The tip of the cane pierced the ground with ease, silently.

There is no loud noise, nor the momentum of the world shaking.

Tens of thousands of lunar nationals bowed to the ground. I didn't feel anything.

Very violent voice, so quietly silent.

Extremely violent vibration, so it is impossible to perceive.

Only Ning Que felt a shock.

Earth shaking.

Ning Que's feet trembled, and the broken boots were all crumbs.

The tremor reached his leg, and his pants ripped instantly.

Then his body trembled, and immediately, Sang Sang on his back also trembled.

Poof twice.

Ning Que vomited a spit of blood on the ground in front of her.

Sang Sang spurted blood onto his shoulder.

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In the first lecture, he lifted the tin rod again and walked slowly towards Ning Que.

Ning lacked the chills, and the only thought was to jump into the lake of Housang with Sang Sang on his back, but at this time he felt that all the bones on his body had been broken, and there was still strength to escape.

The first lecture is very slow. Every step requires a tin stick to support the ground for a short break.

Whenever the tin rod falls to the ground, the tip of the rod will make a clear and pleasant sound, and Ning Que who is dozens of feet away will be violently impacted again. The tin rod seems to fall on his heart.

The first lecture walked towards Ning Que step by step.

Ning Que and Sang Sang kept vomiting blood, watching the opposite direction come by themselves. At this time, he would rather speak the first seat faster, because the slower the other party arrived, the more it would be for him and Sang Sang. pain.

More than a hundred Buddhist monks occupied the surrounding Buddhist temples. Hundreds of military men of the lunar military, woke up from the previous shock craze, took their bows and arrows, and aimed at the lack of peace in the field.

Only seven masters somehow still stood outside the crowd.

Ning Que tried to pull the iron bow, but found that before speaking the first Buddha, within the sound range of the tin rod, he could not make any movement at all.

After the first lecture came slowly, watching him calmly asked, "Where is the chessboard left by Buddha?"

Ning Que smiled painfully, and his teeth were full of shocked blood, saying, "In my deep mind, you can kill me. Look at what part is hidden in my brain."

With a sigh in the first lecture, and looking at Sang Sang's pale face, he said pity: "Poor boy, you have walked in this world in vain. You have been suffering for many years, and you will be relieved today."

Ning Que coughed up a bit of blood and squeezed a sneered expression hard, saying, "The Buddha said Pudu sentient beings. It turned out to be this method of relief, why didn't you free yourself first."

The situation at this time was critical and desperate. He still had the mood to mock the other party, thinking that before he died, he could laugh at such a big man like the first lecture, and it was worth it, and he was not desperate.

The reason why there is no despair is naturally because he still has the last hope.

That hope is not in him.

On the person he waited for.

At the time of Lanke Temple. He waited for that person for a long time.

After leaving Lanke Temple, he waited for that person in Chaoyang City for a whole winter.

He has been waiting for that person because he has always firmly believed that that person will come.

That day, the person came at Lanke Temple, so today he should appear in Baita Temple.

But, will that person really come?

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"Yu!"

The answer to Ning Que's question was a piano sound.

A violin is a musical instrument that sounds with strings, often made of seven strings, and its sound is just and peaceful. The most elegant.

This place is the White Pagoda Buddhist Temple, full of corpses, endless blood flow, exactly what the Buddha Sect said in the Shura realm.

Qin Sheng is not in harmony with this place.

And there is no piano in Baita Temple, and no one took it with him.

However, there is a string in the field. Although the string is a single string, when tight, if someone fiddles with a finger, it can also produce a clear and pleasant piano sound.

Those strings are on the bow, on the bow held by hundreds of lunar national archers.

This piano sound. It comes from a bow.

It's just that the person who was strumming the piano was obviously in a hurry, so when the fingers dropped the string, they used too much force, and actually pulled off the tight bow string.

Immediately afterwards, another piano sounded.

Hundreds of lunar national archers. There are hundreds of bows; hundreds of bows, there are hundreds of tight strings, when the person stroking the piano drops the bow strings. A piano sound will sound and the string will be broken.

The crisp sound of the piano was dense and continuous in the White Pagoda Temple, like the beads falling into the jade tray, like the rain falling into the iron urn, without any interruption, it seemed to sound at the same time!

"Yuan! ... Yuan !! ... Yuan!"

It seems that after a long time, it is only a very short moment, the dense and crisp piano sounds, and then disappears at the same time, leaving only some curling aftertones, echoing in the Baita Temple.

A scholar wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, unknown when he came to the field, stood quietly in front of Ning Que, looked at the first seat of the lecture not far away, and the wooden scoop tied in his belt was swinging gently.

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The sound of the piano stopped, and the hundred strings broke.

The tin rod in the hand of the first lecture no longer made a clear sound.

After the scholars appeared, the field was quiet.

The wind rose again, and the new cassock on the first lecture slowly danced.

But I don't know if the wind started on the lake, or from this scholar.

It was only then that the archers discovered that the bow in their hands had become a waste, and the arrows on the strings had already been shot into the air, and they did not know where they had flown.

They looked at the scholar in shock with shock, and vaguely guessed that he was related to this person, but they couldn't understand how this happened, and were even more puzzled by who this person was.

Of course Ning Que knew who he was, because he was the one he had been waiting for. He thought he could never wait for his appearance again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But he still appeared.

Looking at the scholar, he strained countless days and nights of nerves, and suddenly relaxed, feeling that endless exhaustion poured into the body, from the fall of the Lanke Temple to the fall of the wasteland, and then to the winter of Chaoyang City, he has been Fleeing in isolation, until this time, he finally had someone to rely on.

This feeling is really good.

The master turned around, watching Ning Que covered with blood, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty, a little ashamed, and very relieved, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother, I'm here."

Ning Que looked at Master's dusty, tired and tired look, and understood what it was because of it. He was so moved that his voice trembled and said, "Brother, are you here?"

These two sentences sounded almost simultaneously.

The brothers and sisters stared at each other, smiled, and began to cough together.

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(I feel like Ning Que at the moment when I saw the brother.) (To be continued ...)