Nightfall

Chapter 165 of the fourth chapter of the main text of the main text, I will fight invincible with Changan (Part 1)

The snow lasted until the beginning of last night, and Chang'an City has turned into a large black and white cloth embroidered with Gongyan Temple and painted with lakes and mountains. Among them, the fog is deep and dim.

Ning Que dropped a lot of needles there, densely stitched them, wanted to sew those cracks, or re-embroidered a brand new flower, so that the piece of dullness reappeared.

It is a pity that he understands that it is late, the number of stitches dropped is not enough, the subject can always find the footing, and then he saw him before he repaired the shock array.

Ning Que and Guan Zhu were separated by a long street covered by snow and snow.

Walking through the city of Chang'an, the subject was injured a lot, and the Taoist clothing was stained with blood, but did not fall.

They did not meet, but they have already met.

As soon as we met, we had already divided the outcome.

Ning Que knew he had lost.

Mo Shanshan glanced at him, sprinkled the stones in the deerskin bag on the street, and left.

He took the eye pestle and clenched the knife handle.

If it was in the past, once he failed, he must immediately turn around and leave, but today he did not do so.

This has nothing to do with courage, it has nothing to do with faith.

Because he believes he can win the final victory.

Because this is Chang'an City.

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After a dozen miles of wind and snow, the Lord glanced across the street.

Ning Que's hands and pestle suddenly became very hot. The place where the palm face and the pestle face made a sizzling sound, accompanied by the green smoke, with a pungent pungent smell.

From the morning to the present, this is the first real contact between Ning Que and the audience. Only by the power of the shocking array can he not be distracted by the attention of the audience.

The power of the shocking array was disseminated into the street through the array of eye pestles, protecting his body and heart. The array of eye pestles was a passageway, endured an unimaginable amount of heaven and earth, and heated up sharply.

This burning pain fell not only in his palm, but also in his heart.

But his expression remained calm. Don't say a word, because since it's hot, you can fight.

"Even in Chang'an City, you are still too weak."

The sound of watching the Lord came from more than ten miles away, and the wind and snow could not cover it.

Ning Que looked at Fengxue and said, "In Chang'an City, I know everything, so you can't keep up with me. I want to try it now. Can I do everything."

The words fall. He fell with a knife.

His consciousness in the sea overflowed, and spread to the Changan City in all directions through the clasp of his eyes. Come to the mansion of 365 streets in Dongcheng, to the old brick and stone houses that have experienced countless years of wind, rain and frost, to the five lakes in Xicheng. Come to those pavilions.

A vicissitudes of desolation radiated from the gaps between the bricks and stones, rising slowly from the depth of the lake covered by snow and ice, and from the foundation of the pavilion.

The old beams creaked, bluestone slabs rolled up accumulated dust, the hot springs from the bottom of the five lakes became hotter, countless pearl-like bubbles gurgled, and the fish fled desperately in the boiling lake water.

When you go, there is a return.

Shocked array sensed the call of mind sent out by the eye pestle, rebate came to Suzaku Avenue with endless atmosphere, came to him. Came to his blade.

Ning Que cut the city with a knife and cut it out.

Numerous knife marks appeared on the snowy street, and there was a loud noise, and the wall was cut off.

These knife marks are paired into pairs, and each pair of knife marks is a symbol, a powerful rune.

The atmosphere of Chang'an City is condensed in these knife marks. Very powerful, each mark is above the five realms, sealing off the entire Suzaku Avenue.

Knife marks are like cutting grass, killings are like grass.

The eaves, broken walls, tilted beams, broken stones and gravel are broken up and touched. It's like dry grass.

The knife marks came with the city.

The spectator Tsing Yi trembles and disappears in place.

A knife mark fell on the street. A crackling sound of Ka, the blue stone slab broke.

The air on the street was also broken.

Watching the Lord fall back on the street, stepping on the snow.

A wound appeared on his left leg.

He looked at it, his blood stopped, and his wound was like jade.

Countless knife marks came from the long street of more than ten miles away.

The subject disappeared again, and undistorted means were used between the square inches.

Ning Que's cut marks, with the breath of Changan City, cut him out of the world's vitality again.

The subject disappears from time to time and appears from time to time.

When he reappeared, at the alley, at the Fangmen, at the broken bureau, it was like a god.

Every time he reappeared, there would be one more wound on his body.

He is the strongest man in the Daoist Gate for thousands of years, and he is the first person in the world today, but in the face of the strength of the entire Chang'an City, he still can only passively defend.

Ning Que wanted to know if he could do everything in Changan City, at least for now, he did.

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The lord was cut out from the void again by the knife mark.

A very slight wound appeared on his forehead. The wound was just at the end of the eyebrow. Broken eyebrow was like a broken river embankment. Blood was flowing out of the thin line like water overflowing the embankment.

He looked at the end of the long street, his expression gradually dignified.

Suddenly he raised his palm and slowly brushed it from his front, as if the ancient Buddha was blowing his face in mourning, and it was like the tricks of changing faces in the ancient operas of the Song Dynasty.

The palm that the subject slowly dropped did not wipe away the blood, nor did it turn the thin-line wound into a golden thread, but only added a layer of frost to the broken eyebrows and eyelashes.

A breath of silence enveloped his body.

On the other side of the long street, there were knife marks breaking through the snow.

The cold wind came first, the green sleeves of the main subject fluttered, and the body rose against the wind, as if it had suddenly become countless times larger, and it would break through the sky.

In fact, he was still standing on the street, still the ordinary Taoist.

Only his body exudes a breath of boundlessness and boundlessness.

Ning Que's knife marks arrived.

Chang'an City is here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The atmosphere of the world is changing violently. In the snow on Suzaku Avenue, so many people are crying.

In an instant, he hit dozens of knife marks.

Ning Que's knife marks are above the Five Realms, and have the power to cut mountains and rivers.

But at this time the subject is dead, ruthless, ignorant, painless, fearless and fearless.

Ning Que's character, with the power above the five realms, carrying the power of the shocking array, on the Suzaku Boulevard, is like the storm of the Song Dynasty.

But at this time the subject is infinite, no matter the breath or the volume, it is like a vast ocean.

No matter how powerful the knife mark is, it will cut the painless person.

No matter how terrifying the tide was, it fell in the ocean, just a corner of the picture.

Death and immeasurable.

The subjective master casts two five realms simultaneously, and makes the two form a perfect unity.

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The wind and snow were still.

Watch the Lord move forward calmly.

Ning Que's knife marks left only very slight marks on his body.

Some eyelashes fell down, some clothes were cut off, and there were more small holes in the cloth shoes.

Other than that, there were no more wounds.

Ning Que looked at the approaching subject and said, "So you are a flying ant."