In the border city in the brigade in the old pen in many places, Ning Que has said to Sang Xiang many times, even if you can't practice, so what, look at the young master, I can split them to pieces if I practice the knife technique well, but at least for now, this kind of seemingly sonorous and powerful declaration can only be Jing Shen comfort or Jing God masturbation.

He knew what incredible abilities the powerhouses in the cultivation world had, and he had never expected to defeat a cultivator in a head-on battle, let alone the swordsman in front of him who had obviously at least stepped into the realm of non-confusion.

This is his first battle with the practitioners, he only has some indirect experience, he doesn't have much hope, but he doesn't despair, he has always believed that only the dead need to despair.

The boiling water on the charcoal stove was gradually boiling, the hot vapor was steaming, and the boiling water was rushed into the teacup, Ning Que looked at this picture seriously, staring at Yan Suqing's every move, staring at his shoulder, staring at his hands, and did not listen to any words from the other party that might weaken his will to fight, and when he saw this person going to pour tea, his eyes suddenly brightened.

If you want to hold the teacup in your hand, you naturally can't pinch the sword trick anymore, Ning Que's legs, which are as solid as nails, are firmly rooted in the ground, and his body falls forward violently, dragging the long Pu knife with both hands, and with the strength of his whole body, the tiger pounces away!

Feeling the oncoming wind, looking at the young soldier who was dragging the knife behind him and fighting for his life, Yan Suqing's eyes were filled with a mixture of pity and mockery, and his right hand reached out of the cuff and spread his fingers in the night breeze.

The sound of breaking the wind in the small building near the lake was not the airflow rolled up by Ning Quehu's body, but the sound of the deep night being torn by some kind of force, the sound of the gray sword shadow that disappeared in the back without knowing the sound of humming, almost in the front and behind, the ghost and god were unpredictable, and instantly tore the night and stabbed Ning Que's back like lightning!

The bamboo leaves that were swept by the wind at the bamboo wall suddenly fell silent, and then scattered in all directions in horror. The boiling hot mist at the charcoal stove suddenly condensed, and then settled extremely slowly to the ground, and the time on the stone floor in the courtyard seemed to slow down a lot.

Is this the power of the swordsman when he strikes with all his might?

Feeling the absolute coldness coming from behind him and the sharp meaning that had begun to break his heart before he came into contact, Ning Que had such a feeling in his mind, knowing that the hand of the god of death was about to brush his back.

But he didn't look back, he didn't dodge, he still ran like a tiger, he still ran, because he knew that there was no way back, and it was futile to dodge so closely, and at this moment he could only run towards death or run faster than death, so that there was the last glimmer of hope.

Rushing to the place two steps in front of Yan Suqing, Ning Que completely ignored the aura of death that was so close behind him, stared at the other party's neck with his eyes, and slashed at the sword with both hands!

Looking at the fierce sword light that came from the splitting face, the teacup that Yan Suqing picked up in his left hand just touched his lips without the slightest expression on his face, and he clearly saw in the sea of the breath of heaven and earth that the handleless small sword under his mind control had already flown behind Ning Que like lightning, and before the blade fell, the young man would die.

The Pu knife in Ning Que's hand was still three feet away from Yan Suqing's neck.

Yan Suqing's flying sword was still a foot away from Ning Que's back.

The flying sword of the cultivator is faster than the sword wielded by the best swordsman in the world.

No matter how it is calculated, although Ning Que bravely fought a desperate opportunity, it is a pity that this last fight can only take his own life, but it cannot hurt Yan Suqing in the slightest.

The next moment, Ning Que should have died, but he didn't.

With the momentum of dragging the knife and slashing, he quietly let go of his left hand and reached behind his back very naturally, grasping a piece of hard object that poked out of the shroud.

He grasped the handle of the big black umbrella.

The slender and steady fingers held the handle of the umbrella and turned it hard, the coarse cloth wrapped outside the umbrella suddenly deformed, and the solid hard-woven fabric arched and then tore in an instant, revealing a few smears of black inside, and the few smears of black è rotated and torn the fabric, just like the long-dormant dragon raised its head violently from the ground and tore more and more coarse cloth, revealing more and more black è gradually stretched into a face, and continued into a black umbrella surface.

The surface of the black umbrella rotated on one side, opened on the other, and the accumulation suddenly expanded, like a big black flower that was instantly triggered by the condensation of the wind, and it opened with a bang, covering Ning Que's back and blocking the gray and dark sword shadow that was buzzing and terrible.

Yan Suqing mobilized all his mental power to make a sword shadow of a decisive blow, wrapped in endless power, but when the handleless small sword stabbed the seemingly ordinary greasy umbrella surface of the big black umbrella, a very unimaginable follow-up change occurred.

There was no sound of the umbrella tearing, and there was no sound of violent collision.

The sharp flying sword pierced the umbrella surface of Hei E, like a fallen leaf falling into an endless black quagmire, and like a tired mosquito gently landing on the black plaque of the old fang.

The flying sword that vibrated and buzzed at high speed seemed to be glued to the surface of the big black umbrella, and suddenly returned to absolute silence.

A moment later, the fallen leaves that had fallen into the boundless black mire slowly sank without a trace, and the tired mosquitoes that fell on the black plaque of the old fang fell weakly into the air, towards the end of life.

The handleless little sword, which was sharp and agile before, seemed to have lost all its life in an instant, and just like that, it fell from the surface of the big black umbrella and slowly fell towards the ground.

There is a broken thread in the world of heaven and earth vitality.

Yan Suqing's expression changed suddenly, and he found that he couldn't sense his natal sword, his lips burst out with a loud roar, his left hand let go of the crude teacup, and his palms came together, clamping the blade that Ning Que had slashed over with one hand!

There was a faint hair's distance between his palm and Ning Que's blade, and it was not completely solid, but it was in that extremely subtle space...... There seems to be some kind of power in the middle, as tight as cotton.

The roar echoed in the quiet lakeside building, and the flying sword that had just fallen to the ground heard the whistling, and it was a bounce, but it couldn't fly again, and it looked extremely miserable and futile, just like an old mosquito that fell on the frosty ground in late autumn, and its thin wings were frozen into glass ice, and the so-called struggle was more like a convulsion before death.

Yan Suqing's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted again, his palms slapped away the cold knife face, his right hand came out through the sleeve, his body swept obliquely and bounced up from between the chairs, and pointed at the sword to stab Ning Que's throat.

At this time, the rough and clumsy teacup fell heavily to the ground and threw out black and red pottery clay flakes all over the ground, and the hot water mixed with the tea leaves was scattered in all directions, and the white heat escaped in horror.

Yan Suqing also pointed to the sword and stabbed Ning Que straight in the throat, drawing an arc to the left and right, which was farther away than the straight stab, which also gave Ning Que the last reaction at the moment of life and death.

He had to do this, because he wanted to avoid the big black umbrella behind Ning Que, and subconsciously he didn't want to mess with the big black umbrella, even if he touched it. The oily and dirty surface of the open black umbrella looked even darker and darker than the darkness before dawn in this small building by the lake.

Yan Suqing didn't know what this big black umbrella was, but as a sword piece that had been invaded by the night bar in the cultivation path for many years, and was stealth in the military department for ten years, he could vaguely feel the fear that this big black umbrella brought to him, which was the fear in the cultivator's instinct.

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

At this time, the large black umbrella that had been fully opened was extremely large, like a big black flower floating on the surface of the lake, obediently sliding from Ning Que's fingers from his right shoulder to his left shoulder, and then covering his entire body.

Yan Suqing's finger poked hard at the surface of the big black umbrella.

The feeling of a finger poking at the surface of a black umbrella...... Some are slippery, some are sticky, and some are 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 became extremely pale in an instant, and he was extremely shocked to find that along with the fear in his heart, there was also the mental power in his body and the heaven and earth vitality that he mobilized with his mental power.

The big black umbrella is like the deepest, deepest, boundless night, about to swallow up all the light!

Yan Suqing didn't expect to be put into such a situation by an ordinary person and a seemingly ordinary big black umbrella, but he knew that he had been put on the edge of the cliff of life and death!

He didn't withdraw his sword, because as soon as the light entered the night, it was necessary to divide the winner and loser, either day or night, and no one could leave in advance before sunrise and sunset!

Only to hear a terrible and unpleasant whistling sound burst out from between his lips, this cultivator who has been hidden in the folk for more than ten years finally burst out with the most extreme strength, destroying the mental power at a terrifying speed, passing through the snow mountain qi and scattering around his body, mobilizing all the breath of heaven and earth that can be sensed by the lakeside building, condensing it in front of his fingers, turning into sword intent and stabbing towards the black umbrella!

The cultivator's domineering and sharp sword energy 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 used his left hand and shoulder swelling to hold the black umbrella, listening to the sound of the broken wrist bone, feeling the terrifying power borne by the body, clenching his teeth and snorting.

At this time, he was like a Tang soldier with a big black umbrella as a shield and a knife behind him, standing at the forefront of the decisive battle on the grassland, desperately resisting the violent impact of the barbarian tribes outside the shield, and he couldn't retreat...... To retreat is to be a rout, and everyone who comes out of the Datang border army has this sense of discipline and courage!

At this time, all his strength and strength were concentrated on the umbrella handle, which was used to counter Yan Suqing's sword finger that had condensed his lifelong cultivation, and he faintly felt that there was something very precious in his body, which was constantly draining along the umbrella handle and flowing into the umbrella surface of the big black umbrella, so his right hand could not lift the Pu knife that was dragging behind him.

Pointing to the umbrella surface, the person is inside the umbrella surface, and the desperate stalemate does not know how long it lasts, and the heaven and earth vitality is surging between the small buildings near the lake, condensing in front of Yan Suqing's finger and turning into a very short and sharp sword intent stab.

Whether it is the fluttering bamboo leaves or the gradually cold mist, it seems that I feel the tension between the scenes

Yan Qingsu snorted lightly, and the green tendons on his pale face disappeared as soon as they appeared.

The big black umbrella stepped back a bit.

The umbrella handle slipped away from the tiger's mouth in Ning Que's left hand and hit him hard in the head, and the extremely sharp sword intent finally successfully penetrated the surface of the big black umbrella and pierced it from the collision of the umbrella handle.

With a pop, blood spurted out from between Ning Que's mouth and nose, spreading along the edge of the mask, staining his immature face red.

On the other side of the black umbrella, blood droplets began to drip from the corners of Yan Suqing's eyes, and the glint in his eyes gradually dimmed, he squeezed his mental power too much, and he was about to run out of oil.

Now it's up to you to see who can hold on for a longer time.

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

He raised his head with great difficulty, and with some blank eyes, he brushed the edge of the black umbrella, 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 deeply sunken, and he must have been unable to hold it anymore.

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

He raised his head, held the umbrella handle tightly with his left hand, and forced a step forward with his chest!

The big black umbrella was like an unbreakable shield, pushing Yan Suqing back a step!

A fierce howl of the grassland beast during the brutal fight roared out of the young man's mouth, and he mobilized the last remaining trace of strength in his body, lifted the Pu knife that was dragging on the ground, and slashed it fiercely!

With a click, the blade slammed deep into Yan Suqing's neck, and then continued to move forward with an extremely ugly and terrifying sound of breaking bones, until it slashed out from the other side.

The eyes on Yan Suqing's head stared incredulously at the young man behind the black umbrella, and then the head fell off his neck with a crooked head, snapped and bounced twice on the ground, and rolled into the steaming tea.

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

Ning Que stared, looked at the head on the ground, gasped sharply, and said: . If you are used to being a tea master, then you are no longer a sword master, because you even forgot to ask for one. ”

The darkness before dawn is so deep, and Chang'an City is so quiet at this time, there are no pedestrians on the streets and alleys, and not even cats that are used to walking at night can not see a single one.

Somewhere in the south of the city, a bloodied boy staggered and ran, and his weak legs sometimes struggled to support him, and he would fall heavily to the ground.

Blood kept dripping from the edge of the mask, and he felt that his vision was a little blurry, and even his mind was a little confused, because he didn't know where he had run, he didn't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or something else.

"If I want to take your life, I will take your life. ”

He muttered in his mind, looking for his way home.

The voice came from inside the blood-stained mask that was sticky, and it looked a little distorted.

He had already heard the siren before, and the little reason he had left knew that he had to leave here as much as possible, the government had been alarmed, and if Chang'an City dispatched the Yulin Army later, then he would only have a dead end.

So he continued to run, running wildly on Suzaku Street, which he did not recognize.

The black umbrella tied to his back was bounced up from time to time, and then opened, one after another.

A vengeful boy covered in blood.

A demon who crawled back from the underworld.

There is a black lotus flower growing in the back.