A thunderclap rang out on Suzaku Street.

The contemplator and Ning Que intersected with their fists.

Countless breaths burst out from between their bodies and shot out in all directions, destroying the bricks and stones, breaking the beams and trees, and collapsing the houses on the streets.

An unimaginable majestic force smashed from Ning Que's fist into the palm of the viewer.

At this time, he was like a bridge, connecting Chang'an City and the Guanzhu. The furious Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi rushed out of his bones and flesh, making him bear a great load.

He endured a hard work, his joints rattling, his eyelashes slightly burned, his body trembling violently, and blood gushing out from the corners of his lips and falling on the snow.

But he was laughing.

The palm of the viewer broke three fingers, and the broken place was as clear as jade, and at this time it suddenly burst out, and blood oozed out, and then three lines of blood shot out and fell on the snow.

The smile on his face froze slightly, but it didn't fade.

A snowflake drifted before his eyes, skimming his eyelashes.

The color of his eyes faded.

Or rather, the color of the snowflakes began to darken.

It is gray.

The eyes of the Spectator darkened like a haze in the abyss. This is the second time that his eyes have turned gray today, and the second time he has used the secret method of the Dao Gate: Gray Eyes.

The secret method of the Dao Sect of Gray Eyes, which specializes in absorbing the cultivator's mental power and even spirit, is very evil and terrifying.

The prince of Longqing learned this method from the Tianshu Sand Scroll at the beginning, and then absorbed the peerless power of half of the Dao people, and only then did he change from a wasted person to a strong man who now crisscrosses the wasteland.

The gray eyes of the viewer did not know how many thousands of times stronger than Long Qing, facing him like the gray eyes at the bottom of a deep dry well, as strong as the curtain, he also felt anger and palpitations.

What can Ning Que do?

He felt the terrifying absorbing power of the Lord like a black whirlpool, and felt the wind on his cheeks, and the emotion on his face did not change at all, calm as usual.

He didn't do anything, because the gray eyes of the Lord didn't affect him in any way, whether it was the mind in the sea of consciousness or the haoran qi in his chest and abdomen, they all stayed quietly in place.

The Spectator cannot take away a breath from him, not even a taste.

The Spectator's eyebrows raised.

Ning Que took a deep breath, his chest bulging high, like a battle flag blown by a strong wind.

The cold wind and snow particles in front of him were sucked into his lungs.

The blood that spurted out of the severed finger of the viewer turned into a blood mist, and was sucked into his lips with a whoosh.

There were more blood stains on the corners of his lips, except for his own, all of them were from the Lord.

This picture looks very weird.

Ning Que knew that he was not the opponent of the Guanzhu, even if there was a Chang'an City behind him. From the very beginning, he never had the luxury of defeating the other party, only hoping to be able to repair the Astounding God Array.

So he walked in the streets and alleys, but in the end he was still seen by the viewer, so he waved his sword and slashed on the snow street, fighting from afar, only thinking about defending the enemy more than ten miles away.

All these signs clearly showed that his fear could not escape the eyes of the Watchman, so the Watchman walked towards him with a calm smile and approached him step by step.

In fact, this is exactly what Ning Que needs.

In the large-scale battle with the Heaven and Earth City as the battlefield, he could not find a single chance to defeat the Spectator, on the contrary, if the distance was close enough, or he could find a glimmer of hope in despair.

Because he is good at hand-to-hand combat, his body is as hard as a stone after entering the demon, and the most important thing to have terrifying power is that he has a sight in his hand, and in the morning he saw the battle between the Lord and the third senior sister on the shore of Yanming Lake.

Gray eyes are a secret science that is not passed down by the Daomen, but Ning Que knows this kind of exercise very well, because he and Long Qing fought outside the Red Lotus Temple, because the gray eyes come from the meal of the Demon Sect.

Meal ** has long been lost, after Lian's life and death, there is only one person in this world who will eat, and that is Ning Que, and only Ye Hongyu and Sang Sang know about it.

So he has been giving the viewer a chance to get close, and he is waiting for the other party to get close.

Seeing the viewer calmly come over, he was nervous and expectant.

Seeing the Viewer's eyes turn gray, he began to be excited and joyful.

The gray eyes had no effect on him, and his meal began to unleash, like the ravenous monster in the legend, desperately devouring the qiē in front of him.

The cold wind, full of snow and the mist of blood, entered his lips.

At this time, he seemed to have turned into a beast that devoured flesh and blood, desperately sucking the blood of the Viewer, devouring the Lord's mind and spirit, and even forgetting to breathe.

A faint reddish passage appeared between him and the Viewer's body, and the Viewer's abundant mental power and spiritual aura quickly disappeared from that passage and entered his body.

Ning Que's face was flushed, like a drunken man, like a funeral glow in the early morning.

His eyes were as bright as a golden pond, ready to swallow up the figure of the viewer.

He clearly felt that a breath that was pure and pure, like water, kept pouring into his own sea of snow-capped mountain qi, washing his body extremely clean.

He knew that it was the most essential breath of life for the Lord.

Meal** is far more powerful than gray eyes, and once it is cast, it is almost irreversible.

Ning Que looked at the viewer who was close at hand, and showed a hint of a smile.

It looks like he's really going to have an impossible victory.

However, in the next moment, his smile became a little stiff.

Because the viewer is still laughing.

The Viewer's spirit and mental power were fading away at a terrifying rate, but he was still laughing.

His eyes were no longer gloomy, just calm as a lake, and there was a slight mockery in them.

His smile is still calm, as if he has insight into the story of changes in the world.

Ning Que suddenly felt the breath like water...... Turned into ice.

It's not just a psychological change, it's something that really happens in objective reality.

The breath that had previously washed his snow-capped mountain qi and sea camp marrow like clear water suddenly turned cold into ice, and now it turned into countless ice ballasts and snow chips, covering every area of his body in the most subtle way.

It's not that the aura of the viewer that he has eaten has changed.

It's because there is another breath on the body of the viewer, which was devoured into the chalk of his body by him.

It was an aura of absolute silence.

Heat is a movement.

The cold is a decrease in the intensity of exercise.

Silence brings absolute cold.

Looking at the viewer, Ning Que knew that he was wrong.

Before a strong gap in strength, there is no point in any sense of fighting. Even if he used the meal to fight back against the gray eyes, as long as the Lord gave him a wisp of silence above the five realms, he would not be able to deal with it.

His body suddenly stiffened and froze, unable to move.

The snow fell on his face, as if it would never melt.

His sea of knowledge began to freeze.

His body and mind became a cold, dead world.

He has a heart to heart with Chang'an City, but he still can't break through this silent world.

Even, the entire Chang'an City began to freeze.

(On the road today, the plane changed to the train, and I arrived in Hangzhou at night, this chapter was written last night, I hope the journey will be smooth, and it won't be too hard.) ）