Nightfall

The curtains lifted ... The wind fluttered with snowflakes, and the dimly lit fire burning suddenly shrank, seeming to be extinguished, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the mummy and the child covered with leather mattress spit out The moisture in the air instantly turned into white mist, but it did not seem to wake up immediately.

The black shrine deacon of the three temple ruling divisions silently looked at the barren mother and son under the glare of the dark fire, listening to this long breath, walking slowly, his hands in black sleeves protruding forward.

Suddenly the mesothelium was lifted, and the female fù woman did n’t know when there was a small crossbow in his hand, aimed at the black deacon in the front, and pulled the crossbow machine. Opportunities for raids.

With a whizz, a sharp crossbow arrow hit the black deacon.

The black deacon's sleeves rolled like a cloud.

After the crossbow arrow entered the sleeve cloud, Shiji became completely disappeared and nowhere to go: Immediately, the dark cloud of the sleeve of the deacon of the ruling secretary lit up a deep, very narrow and thin Dao Jian, under the control of his superb mind, pierced the flames on the weak fire, and pierced the mouth of the female fù.

However, for no reason whatsoever, the body of the grotesque female suddenly fell, and the narrow and narrow sword did not pierce her mouth, but flew past her shoulders.

The leather robe on the shoulder of the fù was torn apart at the tip of the sword, and there was a very shallow wound on the dark skin inside. The injury was not too heavy, as if her skin was harder than steel.

The three adjudicating deacons noticed the weirdness in the account, and their minds moved sharply on Monday. Two of them looked into the dark corner of yīn, and their eyes were sinking. The former deacon in black, with his left hand protruding his sleeve Ling Kong grabbed the wake of the stroke, and the ignorant little boy who was still ignorant was dragged to his feet in the air, recalling the Dao sword, and silently and without hesitation, the sword went straight down the little boy's. throat.

The barren woman was knocked down to the ground, although the trauma was not serious, but a certain and strange force attached to the Dao sword made her suddenly weak, and watched the child who was siege to be nailed to the ground by the narrow sword , But unable to rescue at all, could not help but send out a cry of pain and grief like a dying mother.

With a loud clatter, the narrow and sharp stalkless sword directly penetrated the ground softly roasted by the fire and turned into a very thin and round black hole, which disappeared.

The barren little boy didn't die ... At the moment Daojian pierced down, it seemed that he had an invisible hand, grabbed the boy's shoulders, and dragged him away.

The black deacon slowly turned his head, and like the two companions, silently looked at the dark corner of the tent yīn. Previously they only heard two breaths and did not expect anyone else in the tent, but at this time they It is certain that there are other enemies, because they heard the long breathing sound in the corner.

Because the two people in the dark corner let them hear their breath.

Ning Que Yuguang noticed that at that moment, Mo Shanshan's right hand on the side of the body moved slightly, knowing that she had saved the barren boy, so she had more control over what happened later.

Mo Shanshan looked at the three men hiding their faces in the shadows of the storm hats at the tent, and looked at their dark coats that hung down to the feet, naturally thinking of the most disgusting or It is a fear institution, frowning slightly and saying, "Are you the deacon of the ruling division?"

The three deacons in black didn't nod and didn't answer. They just looked at her and Ning Que silently. Because of the angle of the light, they couldn't see their eyes, but they could clearly feel the coldness and power in the silent reed.

Mo Shanshan ’s brows were even more severe. She could understand the temple ’s vigilance against the barren, but for the time being, she did n’t want to understand why the deacon of the ruling division would try to confess to the barren mother and child, secretly thinking about the pair The barren mother and child have a more important identity in secret, which will have an impact on the great events of the temple?

As a bookworm who is one of the world ’s three idiots, she will naturally not be as terrified as the ordinary deities of Haotian believers, but she is a Haotian believer and her master is a shrine guest. This trip goes into the wilderness It was also the decree of the shrine, and certainly would not choose to be hostile to the three deacons.

To avoid possible misunderstandings, she decided to show her identity.

However, at this time, the black deacon headed and asked first: "Are you a Central Plains?"

The voice of this black deacon is not hoarse and hard to hear, and it does not deliberately reveal the cold and strong meaning, but just calmly and often talks, but it makes people feel a little chilly: Mo Shanshan was slightly startled, look A glance at the pair of desolate mothers and sons behind Ning Xie, thinking that the hostility of these deacon deacons came from, he gently explained: "Yes, but don't get me wrong:"

The deacon in black, headed, shook his head without saying anything, and said with no emotion: "There is no misunderstanding.

The second deacon in black said indifferently: "You are the Central Plains people, but you are with the deserted people:"

The third deacon in black said indifferently: "You did not kill these two barbarians, then you either betray Haotian's heretics, or the remnants of the Demon Sect."

The black deacon headed calmly concluded: "So there is no misunderstanding, you damn."

There is no pause between the three black deacon sentences, and the connection is very natural and smooth, as if they have been said countless times, or it may prove that these inferences are considered to be natural and decent things in their eyes, so no need to think : Ning Que somewhat admired the cross-talk skills of the deacons of the adjudicators. I thought that when I saw the prince of the adjudicator in the city of Chang’an, it was n’t that interesting.

He couldn't help laughing, looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "I said no one would believe, but you don't believe it."

Then he looked at the three deacons in black and said, "Do you have to go back to adjudicate the deacon, do you have to recite your previous dialogue? Speaking of it, it's really difficult to cooperate so well."

He spoke very seriously, so it sounded funny.

Three shrines adjudicated the deacon, who went to the depths of the wilderness and wanted to kill some barrens, including the mother and child of the barren, whether they were for the glory of Haotian, the peace and prosperity of the Central Plains, or the temple Eternal Foundation, in short, these deacons believe that murder is a very serious matter.

However, Ning Que is good at making funny things serious, as well as making serious things funny. So three deacons in black felt that their beliefs had been humiliated unprecedentedly and were very angry.

The black hat covers his face and can't see the burning eyes of anger, but my black clothes that tremble slightly, the heaven and earth in the tent, and the sharp bō movement are all proving the deacon's anger and the fact that he is about to shoot.

Mo Shanshan looked at the three black deacons without expression and said, "We can explain."

The voice of the deacon in black said with no emotion: "Just stop it and explain again:"

As the words fell, the black deacon stepped forward, and his pale and pale hands protruded out of his sleeves, and he headed towards Ning Que ’s head hood. Countless beams of light gold light spewed from the pale fingertips, instantly. It constitutes a bird cage-like thing, locking Ning Que's body in between.

From the appearance of the three adjudicating deacons, Mo Shanshan ’s face was always without much emotion, because she believed that even if there was a misunderstanding, she and Ning Que could not suffer, but at this time, she saw the black deacon The light golden light shining from the leaves ... could not help but slightly different, said differently: "Kwai Cage?"

The Kwai Cang Dao Law is one of the profound and deep Dao Laws of the Haotian Daomen, and it is the secret of the ruling of the ruling. The temple's Taoist law in space, once successfully performed, can deal with the powerful beyond the two grades of the exhibitor!

Seeing that the deacon in black actually exhibited the fan cage law, Mo Shanshan determined that the other party must be an important person in the ruling department. He frowned and reminded: "Don't resist."

The surface of the light drifts away from the extremely pale gold, like the flash of fire at the heyday of the southern Central Plains. Ning Que looks at the lines that are so thin and unclear to the naked eye not far away in front of her, and a very strange feeling emerges in her heart. I always feel that these lines are not real. However, I can clearly feel that the heaven and earth vitality around my body has been split into many very small blocks, which is very dangerous: he is very cautious about the means that he cannot understand temporarily. I heard Mo Shanshan ’s reminder, and I did n’t even choose to shoot right away. I just doubted it and the principle of space control Taoism. If the cage was formed by splitting the space, would n’t it be possible to put it directly on the enemy? The other party cut into countless pieces of flesh?

The deacon of the ruling division did not do this, certainly not because of the kindness of the people in the temple, but because he could not do it at all, then it is equal to this fan cage is not a real law of space ... It is also true that it can manipulate real space The Taoist law must have been above the five realms, where can it be so easily encountered.

Ning Que looked at the fine lines in close proximity, and with his excellent perceptual acuity, tried to see the structure between these lines, and gradually discovered that the original Fan Cang Dao method was not cutting the space, but affecting the vitality of the world. Movement, forming countless small-end flows around Zisi's body.

These vigor is like a wooden fence in a cell, which looks indestructible, and there may be a lot of thorns nails on it. If you push it forcibly, all your hands may be stabbed with blood.

Because he was thinking about these things, Ning Que ’s silence in Fan Cang Dao ’s law even seemed a bit stupid, but this did not mean that he decided to take a fight. He just wanted to have more opportunities to observe, but he did not know what the temple ruling division did The style is really similar to his fighting style ...

Before confirming that the enemy has no ability to counterattack, the deacons of the ruling division will never give up. The black deacon slightly looked up, and the fire reflected a pale and calm face. With a deep drink, his thin hands There was a sudden burst of light, and a dim phantom hit Ning Que's belly trapped by Fan Lao.

Practitioners' snowy mountains, air and sea know-how are there. Once they are crushed, they are very likely to destroy people. The dark shadows issued by the black deacon obviously have extremely powerful power.

Looking at this scene, an angry look finally flashed in the eyes of Qingruodong Lake in Moshan Mountain.

But she didn't have time to make the handwork because Ning Que first shot.

A very clear and stunning blade of light flashed over, illuminating the dim tent. Before this blade of light, whether it was a small fire that was shrinking, or a golden line fan cage in the black deacon's palm, it became extremely dim. .

Piao Daojian cut straight to the front cage, and the sharp blade touched those pale gold lines, making a noise, as if they were to be melted. Seeing that the blade would be eroded by those pale gold lines, the thin Pudao blade face The dense and long runes on the sky suddenly lit up!

A majestic rune power spewed out from the blade surface, easily defeating the power of Haotian Divine Faith contained in the black deacon Fan Cangdao Dao, cutting those seemingly divine and powerful pale gold lines Smash!

Thousands of very subtle and crisp cracking sounds sounded densely almost at the same time, just like thousands of barbarian pianos were broken at the same time, and thousands of iron centipede kites were broken at the same time.

Pappa ...

Thousands of gold threads of Fan Cang Dao Law were blown into a mess by the wind of the sword, and drifted away without any power: the reason for such a quiet situation is not that the Fan Cang Dao disciples of the temple ruling division have a false name, but this The deacon in black is not enough to show the real Gong cage. It is not that Ning Que never suddenly jumped into Dongxuan Shang Realm, but because his Park Sword and the runes on the sword were created by the two brothers of Houshan.

How can the wisdom and state of the disciples tell me that an important and unknown person in the ruling division can match?

Breaking the fan cage is just the beginning.

Ning Que is better than the ruling secretary. Once he starts to do it, he will rarely stop if he does not see life or death.

Therefore, after breaking the sword light of Fan Cang and cutting the gold thread into sutures, without a moment of hindrance, he went to the black deacon.

The knife light illuminated the pale face of the black deacon.

A very fine silver needle stuck into his eyes sometime, leaving only a little tail shining.

The deacon in black couldn't take the pain, and couldn't be more shocked by the delicateness of the light man's control of the heavens and the earth opposite this year. He could only find that his thoughts of condensing the continent were dispelled by the pain in his brain.

Then he was chopped into two pieces by the knife that lifted down.

The two bodies are not separated for the time being, only a clear blood line.

Simple and neat: The second deacon in black retreated backward, his hands waved in front of him, and the lines of Dao Shenhui spilled out.

Ning Que abandoned the knife, shrank like an ape, jumped away from the dangerous lines, and jumped over the other party: a coat of cloth fell.

Ning Que protruded with both hands, her fingertips firmly grasping the black deacon's face bones, and her knees slammed toward each other's bones.

With a crackling sound, the black deacon's bones were broken.

With the forward momentum, the two fell on the snow outside the tent.

Ning Que had a wrong hand and twisted his cervical spine.

The pale hands of the third deacon in black have quietly collected behind Ning Que, and the glory between his palms is like a fierce burning flame: Ning Que ignored it. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The deacon in the palm of the black deacon turned into a real flame instantly.

More than hands.

Under the black clothes, the whole deacon's body burned up.

Instantly becomes coke.

In an instant, it became fly ash.

The black clothes deacon no longer supported, slowly falling to the ground: Ning Que looked back at Mo Shanshan and smiled, walked back to the account and picked up the Park knife on the ground.

The body of the black deacon who died first was slowly separated at this time, and the blood poured out like a flood, slowly flowing out of the tent, and staining the snow on the field with red blood.

I don't know when the clouds in the sky have dispersed and the stars are clear.

There is pale between heaven and earth.

Mo Shanshan's face is also pale. @.