(This chapter is too hard to write!It's so hard to write!I'm sick and broken when I write it!I'm cāo!I ask for praise!I ask for encouragement!I ask for cheers!I ask for cheers!The next chapter will come out before 12 o'clock)

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The crowd screamed in terror and retreated, and the crowd rushed forward with angry screams. Ning Que waved the Pu knife in his hand, and as long as someone dared to stop in front of him and Sang Sang, he would cut it down with one sword.

More and more blood was sprayed on the ground by the lake, screams and cries of pain sounded from time to time, severed limbs fell, liver and intestines were broken, and the picture looked extremely bloody and cruel.

Buddhism intends to turn the lives of ordinary people into heavy iron ropes, and directly lock Ning Que in the White Pagoda Temple, but they don't know that Ning Que is not the academy disciple they imagined, he is not a senior brother, nor a second senior brother, he is never afraid to kill people when he needs to, no matter who it is.

Looking at the miserable scene, there were ascetic monks who could no longer suppress it, howling through the wind, and hitting Ning Que with a cane. Ning Que waved his knife to meet him, and his left foot quietly kicked out from under the placket of his clothes, hitting the ascetic monk in the chest and abdomen, kicking this person into the depths of the crowd, and then broke off with a loud cry, holding the knife in both hands and cutting it off on the head!

Beneath the blade are the two hands of the Seven Masters.

I saw that the seven fingers that were missing suddenly made a golden light, and then disappeared in an instant, the magnificent power of the Buddha in the flesh and the majestic aura in Ning Que's body met again, and a strong wind was blowing by the lake, that is, the breath of heaven and earth was a little disordered, and the surrounding crowd was shocked like grass.

The sole of the boot drew a mark on the dirt, and Ning Que was shaken back a few feet, which was the starting point of his previous knife drawing and killing. The body of the Seven Masters shook slightly, and finally took half a step back, and his face turned pale.

The monks of the Buddhist sect will indeed eventually fall into the world of hypocrisy, Ning Que wiped the blood oozing from the corners of his lips, quietly looked at the seven pieces not far away, and thought in his heart, since he had forced himself to the Shura realm from the beginning. Then you shouldn't do it now.

At this moment, he noticed that those Xiling Divine Guards didn't know when. He had retreated to the periphery of the crowd, and he was not like the monks, staring at him angrily in the crowd.

The Buddha's horn sounded. Master Qimei looked at Ning Que, who was covered in blood, looked at the Pu knife in his hand, which had already killed more than a dozen people, and said, "I didn't think you would really use the knife. ”

Ning Que pointed at the corpses in the field with a knife and said, "You should know very well that you killed these people, from the moment you ordered these bald asses to disperse, all the people who died today were killed by you." ”

He was shaken back to the place where the knife had been drawn in the first place, and the student he had beheaded was still dead, groaning in a pool of blood. Twisting half of his body, his intestines were broken and miserable.

Qu Ni Ma Di and Lu Chenjia were tied with ropes, and they stood behind Ning Que, looking at the bloody scenes around them, their faces were very ugly. Especially Lu Chenjia, his face was as pale as snow, looking at the student on the ground who only had half of his body left, his legs felt a little weak, and said, "Give him a good time." ”

Ning Que looked at the seven masters on the opposite side in silence, and the Pu knife in his hand was very steady. It didn't seem to hear what she was saying, or pretended not to hear her.

Lu Chenjia stared at his back angrily and shouted, "He's going to die anyway, why do you want him to suffer all this pain before he dies?"

Ning Que still didn't make up for the painful student, because he knew that if he wanted to deter the crowd who had fallen into a state of madness, it was not enough to kill people, because death was sometimes equivalent to deep sleep, and before the corpse decomposed, it could not give the greatest fear to human beings, and at this time, only extreme pain and gore could have a strong enough effect, and some fewer people could die today.

Qu Ni Ma Di looked at his side face and scolded: "It's really a brute!"

The lakeside became quiet, the student's moans and howls were so clear, and the blood and severed limbs on the ground began to vomit, and the woman's cries of horror rang out.

Ning Que's bloody methods and ruthless actions really achieved the effect he wanted, and the crowd was gradually shocked, especially the hundreds of people at the front, their faces were pale, and they subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"I know why you don't hesitate to die and kill us, because in your eyes we are the murderers who ruined the world, and if you want to live, you need us to die. ”

Ning Que looked at the crowd around him and said, "But you have to know that if you try to stop us from leaving today, then your world will be ruined today, and you will die today." ”

Then he looked at Qimei and said, "Earlier, you and I struck the right blow, and four people were killed, and you should know more about how many people will die in a big battle between you and me, so as I said before, if you try to intercept me here later, then the thousands of lives that will die are your sins, not mine." ”

After saying this, he carried Sangsang on his back and continued to move forward with a knife.

Seeing him coming, the people at the front of the crowd screamed and retreated, their faces full of fear, and they could no longer find a trace of courage, and suddenly the crowd behind them was in chaos.

Ning Que, who was covered in blood, was like a heavy stone, and it fell into the pond with a pop, and immediately swept the water away, forming an open space about the length of the square around his body.

However, at this time, at least tens of thousands of people were crowded into the White Pagoda Temple, the crowd was not a pond, but a sea, except for those people in front of them, the vast majority of people did not see what happened before the narrow bridge, did not see those bloody and cruel pictures, the crowd in the rear still shouted angrily and continued to rush forward, the ripples at the front of the narrow bridge that had just swung backwards were instantly knocked back, but formed a higher wave.

Man is such a strange creature, because he sees so fear, he does not see nature without fear, and even the weakest people, once they gather a sufficient number, they will feel that they are very strong, and the cowardly will become courageous, and eventually become the most terrible torrent.

The crowd poured in front of Ning Que, blocking the road ahead.

Ning Que swung his knife again, and the blood continued to spray.

Cries, shouts, and scoldings rang out on the shores of the lake.

Ning Que killed the people in front of him, and the rest of the people wanted to retreat in fear, but they were squeezed back by the flow of people behind, someone got out of the way, and countless brave people in the crowd behind them were added to the front of the road.

The teacher is right, once the crowd gathers, it can have the most terrifying power, because there are too many, you can't kill it all, he fell with a blade and hacked to death an honest-looking middle-aged man,

Then he swept across the blade, sliced open the chest and abdomen of a monk, and took another step forward, thinking to himself that even if he used the talisman and arrow, he would not be able to kill all the people in front of him.

Even if he could kill himself, the teacher and the senior brother would not agree.

This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and then was forcibly erased by him in an instant-if he and Sang Sang really wanted to die, the teacher and senior brother did not agree, and they had to be killed, while thinking, his wrist vibrated slightly, and the blade was raised, picking up an old woman who couldn't even walk.

Along the way, I don't know how many knives were made, and I don't know how many people I killed, his and Sang Sang's bodies have long been covered with blood, but there is still a black crowd in front of them, and there is no way out at all.

He took a deep breath and continued to wave his arms, slashing at anything that stood in his way, whether it was human or reason, and in the end, he even became a little mechanical and numb.

Looking at the bloodstained faces with different expressions in front of him, he understood what many people had said - no matter how powerful a cultivator was, it was difficult for him to fight the entire world alone.

Because the joys and sorrows of human beings cannot be connected, and the fears of human beings cannot be connected, you cannot use your own strength to deter everyone, so if you are going to fight the whole world, then you need to kill enough people.

Ning Que has killed people since he was a child, especially after going to Weicheng, he didn't know how many horse thieves he had killed in Sobi Lake, based on the empirical theory of killing alone, there were few people in the world who were richer than him, even Ye Hongyu was not qualified to be compared with him, so he knew very well that killing people was a very tiring thing.

Even if your heart is as unshakable as a rock, as cold as the ink jade of the South China Sea, and you won't tremble at all because of this blood and death, your body will be tired after all.

The mental power will be consumed and gradually empty, the rune paper will run out, the arrows will be shot, the knife will be worn, even if the knife is not worn, every time you swing the knife, you will consume energy, the most important thing is that the blade and the flesh and bones of the person, although the anti-shock force is small, but there is zài, so accumulated, there will always be a moment, will make you injured.

At this time, the sharp edge of the Pu knife, I don't know how many human bones were cut, it was a little hot from the friction, and the blood on it was a faint mist, Ning Que put the knife into the sheath and began to hit horizontally with the sheath.

Turning the scabbard into an iron rod and knocking the people in front of him into the air one by one, although it is slower than slashing directly, but it has an unexpected effect, from time to time people are hit by the scabbard into the air, and then smashed into the crowd, the rear of the crowd becomes more and more chaotic, and even some places begin to trample on each other.

A child was squeezed out by the crowd, fell into the open space in front of Ning Que, sat in a pool of blood and cried, the child's age was about seven or eight years old, and his legs should have been trampled by the crowd when he saw his sitting posture.

The scabbard in Ning Que's hand broke through the air and fell, landing on top of the child's head, and then came to a standstill.

The rear of the crowd was still noisy and chaotic, shouting and scolding, but the people nearby subconsciously quieted down, watching the scene nervously, waiting in horror for the bloody thing to happen.

Ning Que looked at the boy without any expression on his face, and flicked his scabbard to push him aside.

Sang Sang leaned on his shoulder, his face pale and very weak. Looking at the boy crying bitterly on the ground, she struggled to squeeze out a smile and said, "Hurry home." ”

The boy sobbed and crawled up on his hands, limping to the side, and at this moment, he saw Sangsang's face, and remembered that this woman was the daughter of Hades, and it was the monster that his grandmother used to scare himself for a whole winter, and he couldn't help screaming in fright, and a stone he subconsciously grasped smashed out to that face.

Ning Que was using his scabbard to knock an ascetic monk away at this time, and he didn't notice this scene.

Sangsang was tied to his back, and even if he saw it, there was no way to hide from it.

With a snap, the stone struck her forehead, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.

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