The blade dragged across the back of the Seven Masters, and in a very short period of time, there were many slight sounds of blades grinding against bones, and one could imagine how much pain Seven had suffered.

However, the expression on Qimei's face did not change, and it was extremely calm, as if the Pu knife in Ning Que's hand was not cutting his own body, but cutting the bark of the tree by the stream, and at the moment of Ning Que's knife momentum, he turned around, let the blood throw out a blood fan in the air, and stretched out his hands to slap Ning Que's face.

Ning Que didn't know who this middle-aged monk was, so the previous Yuan Thirteen Arrows chose to shoot at Luo Kedi, whom he knew and was wary of, but since this middle-aged monk was qualified to stand with Luo Kedi, he must be a big man in the Buddhist Sect, and it was even very likely that he was a strong man like Master Baoshu in the Hanging Temple.

So he didn't have any reservations, even if the Pu knife slashed the opponent's back, he didn't relax his vigilance, and he was very keenly aware that although the Pu knife in his hand left a very tragic wound on the back of the monk, but the knife momentum was finally defused a lot by the strange trembling defense of the previous monk, and the blade cut through the flesh and skin, but it was not able to cut off the opponent's bones, let alone hurt the opponent's internal organs.

In this case, the middle-aged monk's counterattack was naturally expected by him, and when the two pairs of slightly thin and branch-like palms attacked his own door, he had already reacted, and the Pu knife in his hand was lifted from a low altitude, slashed horizontally from the left, and slashed at the opponent's body again with a majestic majestic qi.

The blade broke through the air and whined, and the sound was extremely poignant, although it made a sound. But compared to the first knife that broke through the wall, the power was not much smaller, and the expression on Qimei's face became more and more peaceful, and the two palms that slapped towards Ning Que's face door suddenly spread out in the air, stretching out to both ends like a shepherd boy playing a flute, and he was about to go to the blade that came from his eyes.

Ning Que Weirin. He didn't believe that this powerful middle-aged monk was an idiot, so since the other party dared to use his empty hands to catch his own Pu Dao, naturally those hands were extraordinary.

In the midst of electric light. His gaze caught the edges of the middle-aged monk's hands, glowing with a golden sheen, and he couldn't help but instantly think of the Rotten Ke Temple. Master Baoshu's left hand, which had once turned into a golden palm, was shot by Ning Que with an arrow, and Master Baoshu's left hand seemed to be gilded, and it was hard to receive a Yuan Thirteen arrow, and then shattered.

Recalling the scene at that time, Ning Que believed that this middle-aged monk would never be able to use a pair of palms, so he caught the full force of his own Haoran Qi, and the knife momentum was not hindered, but it was even more ruthless, and he continued to cut it straight!

There was a soft snap, and the tail finger of the right hand of the Seven Masters touched the blade of the Pu Dao. Ning Que only felt a powerful force, transmitted from the blade to the hilt, and then to his own palm!

There were several more soft sounds, and the remaining four fingers of the seven masters' right hands were like flutes pressing holes. Falling on the blade in turn, it seems to be elegant, but in fact it is as fast as lightning!

When all the five fingers of the seven masters' right hands landed on the blade, the golden light on the edge of the palm suddenly intensified, and then disappeared in a very short instant. I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

The five majestic powers, along with these five acupressures, were all poured into the heavy and sturdy blade of the Pu Dao, and then attacked Ning Que's body, the blade buzzed, and his body trembled slightly.

The crystal water droplets condensed into the Haoran Qi in Ning Que's body seemed to feel some kind of threat, but without waiting for the call of mental power, he spun up sharply, transporting countless Haoran Qi into his arms, making his arms turn into iron casting, holding the handle of the knife and continuing to cut horizontally, the knife was extremely strong!

At this time, the sharp blade was only a few inches away from the cheek of the Seven Masters, and it was at this time that his left hand finally touched Ning Que's blade.

The left hand of the master of the seven pieces has only two fingers, the thumb and the index finger, and the two hands together have only seven fingers, and once spread out, it looks like seven green peaches, so the master name is seven.

Although it has only two fingers, it is better and stronger than the two hands of most people in the world, and this has nothing to do with regular use, but only with the steadfastness of Zen and the stories of the past.

The thumb of the left hand of the seven masters fell on the blade, and there was no blood cut, and instead of pressing the hole with the right hand, he gently lifted the blade, as if he was carefully and carefully carrying a bamboo flute.

At the moment when that thumb gently lifted the blade, Ning Que felt a powerful force, like a tide dozens of feet high, slapping along the blade towards him.

His body trembled violently, like moss on a reef in the tide, which would be washed away at any point.

The last index finger of the seven masters also landed on the blade, in the opposite direction to the thumb, and the other side of the blade was lifted, still in the action of bearing the flute, soft and calm.

At this time, the blade was still an inch away from his face, but it was difficult to get in an inch, and the seven fingers of this senior monk of the Hanging Temple were pressed on the Pu knife, like holding a bamboo flute, ready to bow his head and blow lightly.

The graphics are elegant, but they're actually sinister.

An even more ferocious tide, following the first tide, slammed against the black reef on the shore, and the moss on the reef trembled and began to peel away.

Ning Que only felt a tearing and severe pain in his chest, and there were signs of turmoil in the sea of qi, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The blood that spurted out turned into a blood mist, and with it his loud shout!

Ning Que forced all the Haoran Qi in his body out, and an extremely gorgeous golden light erupted from the top of the Pu Dao blade, instantly incinerating the blood mist and hitting Qi's face.

Seven closed their eyes, and a light Buddha's breath fell in front of them.

The Haotian Divine Radiance that erupted from the Pu knife in Ning Que's hand purified that Buddha's breath in a very short period of time.

Seven took a step back, but his hands were still holding the knife softly, refusing to let go, so that instead of holding the flute, it was like a naughty shepherd boy trying to snatch it from his companion's hands.

Of course, Ning Que would not let this powerful monk snatch his Pu knife away, and the tail finger of his left hand popped out silently, and he cast the fastest fire talisman, and it burned between the two of them.

It often takes a while for a talisman to be cast, unless it is an indefinite character. Qi didn't expect that Ning Que's speed in casting this fire talisman was so amazing, he had to let go of his fingers and take a step back.

From Chang'an City to Chaoyang City, the most written talisman by Ning Que in his life is the fire talisman, and the most used talisman is also the fire talisman, because Sangsang is afraid of the cold. Practice makes perfect. When it comes to the speed of casting the fire talisman, don't say that it was Moshan Mountain back then, even if Master Yan Se was resurrected. There is no way to compare with him.

The fire talisman turned into a ferocious fireball, burning violently between him and the seven, like a ball of lightning. It looks particularly terrifying, but what is really terrifying is actually the action that Ning Que Shi Fu made at the same time.

He squatted down.

When Qimei let go of his fingers and retreated, the Pu knife in his hand was free, and with his squatting momentum, he fell heavily, rubbed Qimei's waist, and slashed down between his thigh and abdomen!

With a hissing sound, the seven monks' robes suddenly cracked, and an extremely deep knife wound appeared between the groins. Although at the moment when the blade was close to the body, he still used that magical method to remove most of the knife momentum, but Ning Que chose that place to drop the knife, which had a deep meaning. There are so many blood vessels in the groin that blood gushes out when it ruptures!

The lower half of the Seven Masters were instantly wet with blood, and the blood that was spurting out from the groin began to flow down the thighs, plus the eyebrows that were scorched by the fire charm. It looks extremely miserable.

Looking miserable does not mean losing combat effectiveness, if an ordinary cultivator is hit by these two knives, especially the second knife, he will inevitably die due to excessive blood loss, but looking at the first knife before, this middle-aged monk may still have the means, so Ning Que did not hesitate, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and stabbed the opponent's lower abdomen fiercely!

With such a fierce sword technique, especially this stab, he used the sword intent of the sword saint Liu Bai's great river, even if the seven pieces were the first seat of the Venerable Hall of the Hanging Temple, he still couldn't avoid it, just to see if he could survive.

For Ning Que, it was a little unfortunate for Ning Que that the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism ambushed Sangsang and him today, and the middle-aged monk naturally couldn't come alone, and there were Luo Kedi and the eighteen Xiling Divine Guards in the field, which made him feel a little regretful, Luo Kedi was burly, but he had a speed beyond his calculations.

Just when the Pu knife in his hand had just pierced the middle-aged monk's lower abdomen, Luo Kedi's sword arrived.

Luo Ke's sword is very special, compared to ordinary swords, it is many times thicker, if it is not for the golden light, the blade of the sword is like a jewel shining, and there are runes flashing, it looks like an iron rod.

When the sword slashed down towards Ning Que's back, the front of the small courtyard, which had become a little dark and bloody by the smoke and blood, suddenly became extremely bright, and the golden sword seemed to exude an extravagant aura!

Ning Que's posture at this time was half-squatting, sensing the strong wind behind him, he didn't have time to dodge at all, hurriedly returned the knife, and then sat on the ground with his buttocks, protected his back, and then raised his knife to meet him.

His Pu knife was designed by the fourth senior brother of the academy, and the sixth senior brother carefully crafted, consisting of three swords in one, the most heavy and strong, but it seemed that it was not as heavy as Luo Ke's sword, as for the dull and smooth ordinary appearance, compared with Luo Ke's dazzling sword, it was more like garbage.

The simple simple sword and the gorgeous golden sword finally meet!

I could only hear a loud bang!

At the end of the alley, the sergeant of the Moon Wheel Country felt a buzz in his head, and his legs went weak and fell.

Ning Que's face was slightly pale, his hands holding the hilt of the knife trembled violently, and as for the ground where he was sitting, it had already cracked like a spider web, and countless masonry and sand and mud were sprayed everywhere.

Luo Ke's enemy shouted violently, and slashed again with his sword!

Ning Que raised his knife to greet him again, only to feel a strong and invincible force, following the Pu knife, pressing towards his body, as if he had to press him into the cracked ground, he would not give up!

At this time, Ning Que was sitting on the ground, at an extremely passive disadvantage, even if he could make a Pu Dao dance in his hand impervious to the wind and rain, but he could only let Luo Kedi wave the gorgeous golden sword and keep cutting it down, if it lasted for a while, he would be defeated, even if he could hold out for a longer time, it would be meaningless, because there was still the middle-aged monk in the field.

Ning Que's face flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and he took advantage of the extremely short moment when the Luo Ke Enemy Golden Sword swung back to recharge his strength, forcibly stuffed his right foot under his left leg, and then stood up suddenly!

At this moment, Luo Kedi's third sword had arrived, Ning Que's body was unstable at this time, especially the Pu Dao was drooping, and he couldn't stop it at all, but he didn't expect that he actually stretched out his left hand, held the back of the tip of the Pu Dao, and pushed it straight forward, which was equivalent to using the power of two hands to block the third golden sword back!

There was a soft snort. Ning Que slapped the knife with his left hand, twisted his right wrist, and the heavy Pu knife seemed to turn into a smart poisonous snake, instantly stabbing Luo Kedi's still bleeding left shoulder and shoulder, and then flashed back in an instant.

Luo Kedi didn't expect that in the case of absolute superiority, he actually let Ning Que stand up. even let the other party stab himself. Although the injury did not get worse, the sense of humiliation and anger made him forget everything. He didn't even care about his chest and abdomen, and he slashed at Ning Que with a sword in both hands!

The golden sword swung a golden light in the air. The eyes are charming, and the emperor's wealth and wealth hidden in them mean that this is the most powerful sword of the Luo Kedi!

If Ning Que was a dead soldier, he could completely ignore this sword at this time and directly stretch out his knife and stab Luo Ke's throat, so that no matter how strong the armor on Luo Kedi's body was, there would only be a dead end, but almost at the same time, his head would definitely be cut in half by this powerful golden sword.

At this time, Luo Kedi was so crazy that he didn't care about his own life and death, so he was able to cut such a powerful sword. And Ning Que didn't want to die, but he had to protect his back, so he could only choose to hard-connect.

There was another thunderous bang, and the already broken courtyard wall of the small courtyard was shaken by the loud sound of the strong wind. It collapsed suddenly, and at this moment, Roke's enemy slashed again!

Luo Kedi is a strong martial arts cultivator in the Xiling Temple, and the golden sword in his hand is a temple weapon. The power is amazing, and the fighting spirit is even more crazy.

Ning Que has been practicing Haoran Qi for several years, and his body is no longer an ordinary person, he has extremely powerful strength, but he can't forget about life and death at this time, and he can't fight with his body, he is extremely passive, and he can only be hard connected when he is suppressed.

The brilliant golden sword and the unpretentious iron sword slashed at each other without any fancy feelings, separated, and then slashed again, in a very short period of time, I don't know how many times they struck!

More than a dozen crashes exploded in the streets and alleys like thunder!

The moonwheels around the streets and alleys, there was no one who could stand anymore, and even the horses screamed in fright, and ran in all directions, just wanting to get as far away from this terrible place as possible.

This battle didn't seem to have any shadow of a cultivator's battle at all, it was more like two extremely powerful generals on the battlefield, holding heavy weapons, carrying out an extremely brave relative charge!

Ning Que's legs began to tremble, and he found that the strength of this Xiling Divine Guard Commander was so terrifying, surpassing himself, and even not much weaker than Xiahou at his peak.

A stream of blood trickled down from the corner of his lips, it should be that his internal organs were severely shocked and there were internal injuries, but his eyes were still calm, and he could even be said to be indifferent, just like a young male tiger fighting in the wasteland, even if he was injured and seemed dangerous, he would never give up the idea of killing the enemy until the last moment.

Roke raised his golden sword again.

This time his arm trembled slightly, although Ning Que was crumbling by his more than a dozen golden swords, he himself was not comfortable, and every time the sword hit, the Haoran Qi coming from the sword body also made him extremely painful.

The most important thing is that before the battle, his left shoulder had been shot by Yuan Thirteen's arrow, no matter how serious the injury was, he could ignore it if he was already crazy, but he had no way to make this effect not exist.

Ning Que noticed the trembling of Luo Kedi's right hand, his eyes lit up, and he whispered, "Open the umbrella." ”

The big black umbrella was stretched out in front of him, and now the big black umbrella is very clean, but it is also very broken, and many holes can be seen on the surface of the umbrella, just like the clothes of a beggar attending a wedding, which is sad.

Ning Que stretched out his left hand like lightning and held the handle of the big black umbrella.

At this time, the golden sword of the enemy was cut down again.

Just like the previous dozen times, the crazy Divine Guard Commander wanted to hack Ning Que to death, and he knew that he could hack Ning Que to death, so even if he suddenly saw a big black umbrella in front of him, he still cut it down.

The golden sword slashed heavily into the big black umbrella.

The surface of the big black umbrella suddenly sank, but it was not cut.

Although it is a broken big black umbrella, it is not something that can be cut by a random sword, no matter how dazzling the sword is, it is not the Buddha's light left by the Buddha after all.

The big black umbrella is still the best defensive weapon in the world.

At this time, it was the shield in Ning Que's hand.

More than a dozen times before, in the face of Luo Ke's enemy's golden sword, Ning Que used the slashing momentum of the Pu knife in his hand, only in this way can he compete with the other party in terms of strength, and now the golden sword is blocked by the big black umbrella.

So this time Ning Que didn't cut it out, but stabbed it out.

The gray and unpretentious Pu knife pierced through the hole in the big black umbrella and stabbed at the opposite side!

With a soft thud, the blade stabbed through Roque's throat.

This seemingly random knife broke through several body protection true qi in a row, and directly broke through the vital point.

Roque's enemy abandoned his sword, covered his bleeding throat, and retreated backwards like crazy!

All the way back, he howled all the way.

But his throat was shattered by this moment, so the howl was particularly strange and unpleasant, like the terrible roar of the beasts of the wasteland who had died of pride.

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