Chapter 108 A black flower grows behind the boy

In the border town, traveling in Laobizhai, in many places, Ning Que once said to Sangsang many times, even if he can't practice, so what? Look at the young master, I can still cut them into pieces, but at least Now, this seemingly powerful declaration can only be spiritual comfort or mental masturbation to a large extent.

He knew what incredible abilities the strong people in the world of cultivation had. He had never expected to defeat a practitioner in front of his battles, let alone the sword master in front of him who had obviously at least entered the state of inconsistency.

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

The boiling water on the charcoal stove is boiling, the heat is steaming, and the boiling water is rushing into the teacup. Ning Que looked at the picture seriously, staring at Yan Suqing's every move, staring at his shoulders, staring at his hands, not listening to the other party Anyone who might weaken his fighting will, his eyes suddenly brightened when he saw this person pouring tea.

He wanted to hold a teacup in his hand, so he could no longer pinch the sword technique. Ning Que's legs, which were as strong as nails, tightened his body, and suddenly leaned forward. He dragged the long Pu Knife with his hands, holding the power of his whole body. Pounced away!

Feeling the strong wind coming towards him, looking at the young soldier who was dragging his knife behind him and fighting for a life, Yan Suqing's eyes were filled with pity and mockery, and he stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers and gently scattered his fingers in the night wind. brush.

The sound of breaking the wind in the small building in Linhu Lake was not the airflow that was rolled up by Ning Quehu's body, but the sound of the deep night being torn by some force, and the dark sword shadow that disappeared behind it was buzzing. The sound was loud, suddenly in front and behind, and the ghosts and gods were unpredictable, instantly tearing apart the night and piercing Ning Que's back like lightning!

The bamboo leaves swept by the wind suddenly calmed down on the bamboo wall, and then terrified scattered everywhere. The scorching water mist at the charcoal furnace suddenly condensed, and then settled to the ground extremely slowly. The time on the stone yard seemed to have become much slower.

Is this the power of the swordsman when he has a full blow?

Feeling the absolute coldness coming from behind, and the sharp meaning that had already begun to break his heart before it had even touched him, Ning Que felt this feeling in his mind, knowing that the hand of the Death God was about to brush his back gently .

But he did not look back, did not dodge, and was still running like a tiger, because he knew that there was no way out when he looked back, and dodging at such a close distance was just in vain. At this moment, he could only run and run towards death Or run faster than death, so that there can be a last glimmer of hope.

After rushing to Yan Suqing's two steps, Ning Que completely ignored the breath of death so close to him, stared at the other party's neck, and with both hands, he condensed all his strength on the Park Knife and slashed hard!

Looking at the fierce sword light coming from his face, Yan Suqing's teacup held up with his left hand just touched his lips, and there was no expression on his face. He clearly saw the handleless little under the control of his mind in the sea of ​​breath of heaven and earth. The sword had already flew behind Ning Que like lightning, and the young man would die without waiting for the blade to fall.

The Park Knife in Ning Que's hand was 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 practitioner is faster than the sword swinged by the best swordsmen in the world.

No matter how calculated, although Ning Quehan bravely fought for a desperate opportunity, it was a pity that this last try could only kill his own life, but it could not hurt Yan Suqing at all.

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

With the force of dragging the knife and slashing, he quietly released his left hand, reached behind naturally, and held a piece of hard object poked out of the wrap.

He held the handle of the big black umbrella.

The slender and stable fingers held the handle of the umbrella and turned it hard. The coarse cloth wrapped around the umbrella suddenly deformed. The solid hard-woven fabric arched and then torn apart in an instant, revealing a few blacks inside, and those blacks were rotating. Tearing the fabric is like a long-dormant Canglong raised his head violently from the ground, tearing more and more coarse cloth, revealing more and more black, gradually forming a surface, forming a black umbrella surface.

The black umbrella surface rotates and opens on the other side, and the area suddenly expands, like a large black flower that was instantly induced by the condensed spring breeze. It opened with a loud breeze, covering Ning Que's back and blocking the buzzing The shrill dark sword shadows.

Yan Suqing mobilized all his mind and made a killing sword shadow, carrying endless power, but when the handleless little sword stabbed the big black umbrella hard on the surface of the seemingly ordinary greasy umbrella, a very unimaginable happened. Subsequent changes.

There was no sound of tearing the umbrella surface, nor any sound of fierce collision.

The sharp flying sword stabbed the black umbrella, like falling leaves falling into an endless black mud, and like a tired mosquito landing gently on the black plaque in Laofang.

The flying sword vibrating and buzzing at high speed seemed to be stuck to the surface of the big black umbrella, and suddenly became absolutely quiet.

After a moment, the fallen leaves that fell into the boundless black mud slowly sank without a trace. The tired mosquitoes falling on the black plaque of Laofang fell into the air and fell to the end of life.

The previously agile and sharp little sword seemed to have lost all its life in an instant, and fell from the surface of the big black umbrella and slowly fell towards the ground.

A thread broke in the world of heaven and earth.

Yan Suqing's expression suddenly changed, and she found that she could not sense her natal sword. She burst out with a sharp roar, let go of the crude teacup with her left hand, and clamped the blade that Ning Que had chopped with one hand!

There was a faint distance between his palm and Ning Que's blade, and it was not completely solid, but in that extremely subtle space, there seemed to be some kind of force filling it, as tight as cotton.

The roar echoed among the quiet small buildings on the lakeside. The flying sword that had just fallen to the ground heard the roar and bounced, but it could not fly up again. It looked extremely miserable and futile, just like the late autumn falling on frost The old mosquitoes on the ground, their thin wings were frozen into glass ice, and the so-called struggle was more like convulsions before death.

Yan Suqing made a big murderous intent in her eyes, and she shouted again. She slapped the cold knife surface with her palms, her right hand penetrated her sleeve, and her body slid from the chair, and pointed to the sword that pierced Ning Que's throat. .

At this time, the crude and stupid tea cup fell heavily to the ground, and the black and red gravel mud all over the ground was thrown out. The hot water mixed with the tea leaves radially spread out, and the white heat was terrified and escaped.

Yan Suqing pointed to the sword and stabbed Ning Que's throat, and drew an arc slightly to the left, which was farther away than the straight straight stab, which also gave Ning Que's last reaction time at the critical moment of life and death.

He had to do so because he wanted to avoid the big black umbrella behind Ning Que. Subconsciously, he was unwilling to get involved with the big black umbrella, even if he touched it, he would not want to. The open big black umbrella, the greasy and dirty umbrella surface, looked even darker and darker than the darkness before dawn of this small building on the lakeside.

Yan Suqing didn't know what this big black umbrella was. He was just a swordsman who had been immersed in the path of cultivation for many years and had been hiding from the military headquarters in the past ten years and was in danger of being in tea-scented mud pottery. He could hide his strength. Feeling the fear brought to you by this big black umbrella is the fear in the instinct of the practitioner.

It is precisely because of this deepest fear in his heart that Yan Suqing's finger sword was a little slower than normal level. It was also because of this very short time that Ning Que had time to move the black umbrella to the left of his body.

At this time, the big black umbrella that had been completely opened was very active, just like a big black flower floating on the lake. It was well-behavedly slid from Ning Que's right shoulder to the left shoulder, and then covered his entire body.

Yan Suqing's fingers poked hard on the surface of the big black umbrella.

The feeling of poking my fingers on the black umbrella is... it is a little slippery and sticky, and a little disgusting.

Yan Suqing stared at the place where his fingertips came into contact with the black umbrella. The fear in his heart surged out, his body trembled violently, and his face turned pale in an instant - he was extremely shocked to find that What surged out of his heart was the mind power in his body and the energy of heaven and earth mobilized by his mind power.

The big black umbrella is like the deepest and most boundless night, and it will swallow all the light!

Yan Suqing didn't expect that he would be forced into such a situation by an ordinary person and a seemingly ordinary black umbrella, but he knew that he had been forced into the edge of a cliff where life and death were clear!

He did not withdraw his sword finger, because as soon as the light enters the darkness, it must be decided, either for day or for night. Before and after sunrise and sunset, no one can leave early!

Only a shrill and unpleasant roar burst out from his lips. The practitioner who had been hidden among the people for more than ten years finally burst out with the ultimate strength, destroying his mind at a terrifying speed, passing through the snow mountain and sea of ​​qi Scattered around him, mobilizing all the breath of heaven and earth that Xiaozhu could sense on the lakeside, condensed in front of his finger and turned into a sword intent to stab at the black umbrella!

The cultivator's domineering and sharp sword force was transmitted from the umbrella surface of the big black 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 blades, listening to the wrist bones. The princess sounded, feeling the terrifying power under the body, gritting her teeth and groaning.

At this time, he was like a Tang soldier with a big black umbrella as a shield and dragging his sword 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, and he would retreat as soon as he retreated. It was a thousand miles away, and everyone from the Tang Dynasty's frontier army had this sense of discipline and courage!

At this time, his whole spirit and strength were concentrated on the handle of the umbrella to compete with Yan Suqing's sword finger that condensed his lifelong cultivation. Moreover, he vaguely felt something very precious in his body, which was constantly losing along the handle of the umbrella. It kept flowing into the umbrella surface of the big black umbrella, so he could not raise the Park Knife dragged behind him with his right hand at all.

Referring to the umbrella surface, people are inside the umbrella surface, I don't know how long the deadlock lasted. The vitality of heaven and earth surged in the small building near the lake, condensed in front of Yan Suqing's pointing into extremely short and profitable The sword intent stabbed violently.

Whether it was the dancing bamboo leaves or the gradually cold water mist, it seemed that they could feel the tense atmosphere between the scene.

Yan Qingsu snorted lightly, and the blue veins appeared and disappeared on his pale face.

The big black umbrella retreated a little.

The umbrella handle slid from Ning Que's left hand and hit his head hard. The extremely sharp sword intent finally successfully penetrated the surface of the big black umbrella and pierced hard from the collision of the umbrella handle.

With a puff, blood spurted out from Ning Que's mouth and nose, spreading along the edge of the mask, dyeing his tender face red.

On the other end of the black umbrella, blood began to flow from the corners of Yan Suqing's eyes, and the sperm in his eyes gradually dimmed. He squeezed too much of his mind and was almost exhausted.

Now it depends on who can last longer.

The handle of the big black umbrella kept rolling and pressing Ning Que's chest like a mountain. Blood kept pouring out from his mouth and nose. The mask was completely wet with blood, and the blood kept dripping along the edge of the mask. , drip on his shoes.

He raised his head with great difficulty, and his unsightly eyes brushed across the edge of the black umbrella. He looked at the tea master outside the umbrella and found that Yan Suqing's thin cheeks had become thinner at this time, and his eye sockets were deep, so he must have been able to hold on. Can't hold on anymore.

Suddenly, Ning Que felt that the power coming from the handle of the umbrella was weaker!

He suddenly raised his head, held the handle of the umbrella tightly in his left hand, and pressed the handle of the umbrella with his chest, forcibly took a step forward!

The big black umbrella is like an unbreakable shield, pushing Yan Suqing backwards!

A fierce howl of the prairie beasts fighting cruelly roared out from the young man. He mobilized the last remaining force in his body, lifted the Pu Dao dragged on the ground, and slashed it hard!

With a click, the blade penetrated deep into Yan Suqing's neck, and then continued to move forward with an extremely unpleasant and terrifying sound of broken bones and broken flesh until it was chopped out from the other side.

The eyes on Yan Suqing's head stared at the boy behind the black umbrella incredibly, then the head tilted and fell from the neck, and stumbled on the ground twice, rolling into the tea with still warm and steaming. middle.

The big black umbrella slowly hangs down, and the handle of the umbrella is still tightly held in Ning Que's hand.

Ning Que stared at the head on the ground, gasping quickly, and said, "You are used to being a tea master, so you are no longer a sword master, because you even forgot to invite one of your close servants."

The darkness before dawn was so deep, and Chang'an City was so quiet at this time. There were no pedestrians on the streets and alleys, and even the cat who was used to walking at night could not see one. A young man covered in blood ran out of the entrance of the south city. He staggered and ran, his weak legs sometimes hard to support him, and he would fall heavily to the ground.

Blood kept dripping from the edge of the mask. He felt his vision blurry and his thinking was a little confused. He didn't know where he ran, whether it was because of excessive blood loss or something else.

"I want to take your life, and it will definitely take your life."

He murmured subconsciously, looking for a way home.

The sound came from the mask stained with blood and then stuck, making it look a little deformed.

He had heard the sirens before, and the remaining reason made him know that he had to leave here as soon as possible. The government had been alarmed. If the Yulin Army was dispatched in Chang'an City later, he would have no way to die.

So he continued to run wildly, running wildly on the Zhuque Street that he had not recognized.

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

The revenge boy covered in blood.

The evil ghost crawled back from the underworld.

Behind it is a black lotus.

(I wrote it for ten hours, and finally I feel so happy after writing it thoroughly. I'm not going to open a single chapter. By the way, I need everyone's recommendation votes to support it on Monday. In addition, I don't want to get monthly tickets, but this The chapter is so exciting, I feel sorry for myself if I don't use this to pull it! Good night! After waking up, I will continue with three chapters, three chapters with better quality! )