Nightfall

() In Biancheng, Lutu, Laobizhai, in many places, Ning Que once said many times to Sangxiang, even if he ca n’t practice it, it ’s like watching Master, I can practise them like a knife. , But at least for now, this seemingly sonorous declaration can only be largely spiritual comfort or spiritual masturbation.

He knows the incredible abilities of the strong men in the practice world. He has no expectation of defeating a practitioner in a head-to-head battle, not to mention the swordsman who has apparently at least stepped into the realm of confusion.

This was his first battle with practitioners. He had only some indirect experience. He did not have much hope, but he did not despair. He always believed that only dead people needed despair.

The boiling water on the charcoal stove is boiling, the steam is boiling, and the boiling water is rushing into the tea cup. Ning Que looked at this picture seriously, staring at Yan Suqing ’s every move, staring at his shoulder, staring at his hand, and not listening to each other. Anything that might weaken his will to fight, when he saw the man pouring tea, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Hold the teacup in your hand, you ca n’t squeeze the sword tactics naturally. Ning Que ’s legs that are as firm as nails are tight on the ground, her body leans forward violently, her hands dragging a long Piao knife, carrying the power of the whole body, the tiger Rush away!

Feeling the strong wind rushing head-on, looking at the young soldier who dragged his knife behind him and struck with a blow, Yan Suqing's eyes showed a mixed expression of pity and ridicule, and his right hand reached out the cuffs and spread his fingers gently in the night wind. brush.

The sound of the wind breaking at Linhu Xiaozhuli is not the air flow that Ning Que's body is curling up, but the sound of the deep night torn by some force, and the gray sword shadow that unknowingly disappears behind Loudly, from the front to the back, the ghosts and gods are unpredictable, tearing the night like lightning and stabbing the back!

The bamboo leaves rolled by the wind at the bamboo wall suddenly calmed down, and then the fright spread out. The hot water mist at the charcoal stove suddenly condensed and then settled to the ground extremely slowly. The time above the stone yard in the courtyard seemed to become much slower.

Is this the power of the sword master when he hits with all his strength?

Feeling the absolute coldness behind the back and the sharpness of the heart that has begun to make him heartbreak before contact, Ning Que has such a feeling in his mind, knowing that the hand of death is about to flick his back.

But he did not look back, did not dodge, still violently like a tiger, and still running, because he knew that there was no retreat to look back, and dodge at such a short distance is only in vain, at this moment he can only run to death or Run faster than death, so that there is a last hope.

Rushing to the two steps ahead of Yan Suqing, Ning Que completely ignored the close breath of death behind him, staring at the neck of the other party, staring at the neck of the other party with his hands, and severing his whole body strength on Piao Dao!

Looking at the fierce knife light coming from the face, Yan Suqing's tea cup lifted from his left hand had just touched his lips and there was no expression on his face. He clearly saw in the sea of ​​heaven and earth, his handleless sword under his mind control After the lightning flew to Ning's absence, the boy would die without waiting for the blade to fall.

Park Dao in Ning Que's hands is three feet away from Yan Suqing's neck.

Yan Suqing's flying sword is one foot away from Ning Que's back.

The flying sword controlled by the practitioners is faster than the best swordsman in the world.

Regardless of the calculation, although Ning lacked bravery to fight a desperate opportunity, it is a pity that this last stroke can only kill his own life, but it cannot hurt Yan Suqing in the slightest.

The next moment, Ning Que should have died, but he did not die.

With a dragged knife, he quietly let go of his left hand and stretched out to his back very naturally, holding a piece of hard object protruding from the wrapper.

He held the handle of the **** umbrella.

The slender and stable fingers held the handle of the umbrella, and the coarse cloth wrapped around the umbrella suddenly deformed. The solid hard-woven fabric arched and torn in a moment, revealing a few blacks inside, which were rotating Tearing the fabric is like a long, dormant green dragon raising his head violently from the ground to tear more and more coarse cloth, revealing that more and more black gradually stretches into a surface, and continues into a black umbrella surface.

The black umbrella rotates on one side and opens on the other, and the volume suddenly expands, like a **** flower spurred by the condensed spring breeze, and the tent opens, covering Ning Que's back and blocking the path. The sad gray shadow of the sword.

Yan Suqing mobilized all his thoughts to make the sword shadow of lore blows, wrapped in endless power, but when the small sword was stabbed on the **** umbrella seemingly ordinary greasy umbrella surface, it happened very unimaginable Subsequent changes.

There was no sound of tearing the umbrella surface, and no sound of intense collision.

The black umbrella face in the sharp flying sword stabs, like fallen leaves falling into an endless black slough, and like a tired mosquito gently landing on the black plaque of Laofang.

The flying sword that vibrated and buzzed at high speed seemed to be stuck on the **** umbrella, and suddenly returned to absolute silence.

After a while, the fallen leaves that fell into the endless black slough slowly disappeared, and the tired mosquitoes that fell on the black plaque of Laofang fell into the air and fell toward the end of life.

The sharp and sharp handleless sword that had previously lost all life instantly, so it fell from the **** umbrella and slowly fell towards the ground.

There is a broken thread in the world of vitality.

Yan Suqing's expression suddenly changed, and found that he could not sense his natal sword, Li Xiao burst out his lips, released the rude teacup with his left hand, his palms joined together, and clamped the blade that Ning Que split with one hand!

There is a hair line between his palm and Ning Que's blade, which is not completely touched, but it is in that very tiny space ... there seems to be some kind of power filling it, as tight as cotton.

Li Xiaosheng echoed in the quiet lakeside small building. The flying sword that had just fallen to the ground heard the howling, but it was a flutter, but it could not fly again. It looked extremely miserable and futile, just like the fall in the frost. The old mosquitoes on the ground, whose thin wings were frozen into glass ice, the so-called struggle is more like a convulsion before death.

Yan Suqing's murderous masterpiece between his eyes was another slam, and the palm of his hand snapped the cold blade surface, and the right hand was wearing the sleeve surface. .

At this time, the crude and big teacup fell heavily on the ground and fell out of the black and red terra cotta mud. The hot water mixed with the tea leaves was scattered in a radial pattern, and the white heat snatched away in fright.

Yan Suqing also pointed out that Jian Zhi punctured Ning Que's throat, drawing a circular arc to the left and right, which is farther than the straight thorn, which also gave Ning Que the final reaction between life and death.

He had to do this because he wanted to avoid the **** umbrella after Ning's absence, and subconsciously he didn't want to get in the **** umbrella, even if he touched a point. The oily and dirty umbrella surface of the big open black umbrella looked at this time, even darker and darker than the darkness before the dawn on the lakeshore.

Yan Suqing does n’t know what this **** umbrella is, just as a sword piece that Baidu will invade the night in the practice path for many years. I can vaguely feel the fear that this **** umbrella brings to myself, that is the fear in the instinct of the practitioner.

It is precisely because of this deepest fear in the heart that Yan Suqing's fingertips are a little slower than normal and it is also using this extremely short time ... Ning Que has the time to move the black umbrella to the left of his body.

At this time, the large black umbrella that had been fully opened had a huge area. It was like a **** flower floating on the lake, and it happened to slide with Ning Que's fingers from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, and then covered all his body.

Yan Suqing's fingers poked **** the umbrella of the **** umbrella.

It feels like your fingers are stuck on the black umbrella surface ... something slippery and sticky, some disgusting.

Yan Suqing stared at the place where his fingertips were in contact with the black umbrella, the fear deep inside surging out, his body trembling violently, and his face became extremely pale in an instant-he was shocked to find, Along with the inner fear, there is also the power of thought in his body and the vitality of the world he mobilized with the power of thought.

Big black umbrella like the deepest and deepest endless night will swallow all the light!

Yan Suqing did not expect that an ordinary person and a seemingly ordinary **** umbrella would be forced into this situation, but he knew that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff of life and death!

He didn't take back his fingers, because when the light fell into the night, he had to win or lose, either for the day or the night, and no one could leave early before sunrise or sunset!

Only a sad and unpleasant howling came out of his lips. The practitioner who had been hidden in the folk for more than ten years finally broke out the most extreme strength, and at the speed of terror, he strove his mind through the snow and mountains. Around the body, all the breath of heaven and earth that can be sensed by Xiaozhu on the lake are mobilized, condensed in front of the finger and turned into a sword intention to pierce the black umbrella!

The practitioner's overbearing sharp sword power passed from the umbrella surface of the **** umbrella to the umbrella handle, and then to Ning Que's hand holding the umbrella handle. He lowered his head and stabilized the black umbrella with his left hand and shoulder swelling, listening to the wrist bone There was a crackling noise from everywhere, feeling the terrifying power the body was bearing, clenching his teeth tightly and humming.

At this time, he was like a Datang soldier with a **** umbrella as a shield and dragging his knife behind him. He was standing at the forefront of the decisive battle in the grassland, desperately resisting the violent impact of the barbarian tribe outside the shield, he could not retreat ... It is a thousand miles, everyone from the frontier army of the Tang Dynasty has this sense of discipline and courage!

At this time, his entire spirit and strength were concentrated on the umbrella handle to counter the sword finger of Yan Suqing's life-long cultivation, and he faintly felt that there was something very precious in his body, which was continuously lost along the umbrella handle. It kept flowing into the umbrella surface of the **** umbrella, so his right hand could not lift the Park knife dragged behind him.

Refers to the umbrella surface, the person is within the umbrella surface, the fatal stalemate does not know how long it lasts, the heaven and earth vitality surged between the small buildings near the lake, condensed in front of Yan Suqing, turned into a very short and beneficial The sword was thrust.

Whether it was the dancing bamboo leaves or the gradually cooling water mist, it seemed to feel the tense anger of the scene Yan Qing Qing humming softly, the green muscles on the pale face disappeared instantly.

The **** umbrella took a step back.

Umbrella handle slipped away from Ning Que's left-hand tiger's mouth and hit his head hard. The sharp sword finally finally penetrated the **** umbrella surface and slammed into it from the collision of the umbrella handle.

With a puff, blood squirted out of Ning Que's mouth and nose, spreading along the edges of the mask, staining her tender face.

At the end of the black umbrella, Yan Suqing's eyes began to drip with blood drops, his eyes became darker, he squeezed his mind too much, and he was about to run out of light.

Current friends will see who can support longer.

The handle of the **** umbrella is like a big mountain, which is constantly rolling on Ning Que's chest. Blood is pouring from his nose and mouth. The mask is completely wet by blood, and the blood dripping along the edge of the mask. , Dripping on his shoes.

He raised his head very hard. Some godless eyes glanced over the edge of the black umbrella, looking at the tea master outside the umbrella, and found that Yan Shuqing's thin cheeks had become thinner and his eye sockets were deep. Can't hold it anymore.

Suddenly, Ning Que felt that the strength from the umbrella handle was a bit weak!

He Huo Ran raised his head, clutching the umbrella handle with his left hand and pushing the umbrella handle with his chest, forcing a step forward!

The **** umbrella is like a big unbreakable shield, pushing Yan Suqing back one step!

A cry from the brutal beasts of the grassland beasts roared from the mouth of the teenager. He mobilized the last remaining force in his body, and lifted the Park knife dragged on the ground, and cut it with a knife!

With a click, the blade went deep into Yan Suqing's neck, and then proceeded with a very unpleasant sound of horrified bones and flesh, until he split from the other side.

The eyes on Yan Suqing's head glared at the teenager behind the black umbrella incredulously, and then the head fell off the neck of the neck, flicked twice on the ground, and rolled into the still hot tea in.

The **** umbrella fell slowly, and the umbrella handle was still tightly held in Ning Que's hands.

Ning Que stared at the head, looked at the head on the ground, gasped quickly, and said:. If you are used to being a tea master, then you will no longer be a sword master, because you forgot to ask one even if you are a close attendant. "

The darkness before dawn was so deep. At this time, Chang'an City was so quiet. There were no pedestrians on the streets. Even the cats who were used to walking at night could not see one.

Somewhere in Nancheng Fangkou ran out of a **** teenager. He stumbled and ran staggered. His weak legs were sometimes difficult to support and he would fall heavily on the ground.

The blood dripped from the edge of the mask ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He felt that his vision was a little blurred, and even his thinking was a little confused, but he didn't know where he ran, whether he lost too much blood or other reasons.

"I want to take your life, then I will take your life."

He murmured in his car consciousness, looking for the way home.

The sound came out of the mask that was stained with blood and stuck, and it looked a little deformed.

He had heard the siren before, and the few remaining sensations let him know that he had to leave here as soon as possible. The official mansion had been alarmed. If Chang'an City later dispatched the Yulin Army, he would have only one way to die.

So he continued to run, running on Suzaku Street he didn't recognize.

The black umbrella tied behind him was bounced from time to time, and then spread out, one by one.

Bloody revenge boy.

The evil spirit crawling back from the underworld.

Behind is a black lotus.