Look at the messy grass and trees on the clouds, some of the leaves are luxuriant, some are like the autumn grass under the hoarfrost, they are all scribbled words, they are all murderous words, when Ning Que cut out the characters with a knife will float up, only to see countless thin traces appear in the air, and the cursive writing between the clouds suddenly became messy.

Ning Que's methods are indeed magical, even if Wang Shusheng looks at this scene, he admires Master Yan Se's vision very much, of course, what he admires is still Yan Se, and it can't be Ning Que.

I only heard Wang Shusheng's voice in front of the hall, and the cool winter wind suddenly increased, and more clouds were swept here by the wind, covering the sunlight behind the clouds, and the palace appeared more quiet.

Clouds are a very strange thing, when they are small, they are white clouds floating in a clear blue sky, and when they are more numerous, they overlap each other, and the color becomes darker and darker.

The clouds over the palace grew thicker and thicker, turning into obscure dark clouds, which looked like ink in an inkstone as they swam, stirred by an invisible pen.

The previous white paper turned into ink in the inkstone, and the sharp and chaotic wild grass naturally disappeared, but in the next moment, the clouds suddenly turned low, and then flew out countless ink-like clouds.

Every cloud is a scribbled word.

Wang Shusheng's wild grass did not disappear, but turned from a trace on the cloud paper to cloud ink, as if it had substantial energy, falling towards the top of Ning Que's head like rain.

What a magical means!

Ning Que's face was slightly pale, and the mental power in the sea was desperately outward, and the iron knife waved in front of him, writing one character after another, cutting all the grass characters formed by those ink clouds into dry branches.

However, this dark cloud covered the entire imperial city, covering a vast area, and the big wild grass hidden in it was at least a few hundred words, and it kept falling. How long will he be able to slash?

The iron knife broke through the wind, the characters weeded silently, those scribbled and terrifying handwriting, like real grass, were harvested and chopped, and the grass words falling in the ink clouds became denser and denser, as if endless, Ning Que's face became more and more white, and he could only rely on the talisman around him to support it.

On the battlefield. The only thing that can restrain the power of the rune is the power of the rune, such a powerful rune as the character of the characters, the consumption of the power of the mind is unimaginable, if not, wouldn't it only take a few rune masters to sweep the entire world?

For Ning Que. In the past, he rarely felt the importance of telekinesis when he cast talismans, and that was because he had meditated since he was a child, almost thinking hard, and the amount of telekinesis completely surpassed that of ordinary talismans. And at the critical moments when he really needed to write countless runes, such as the battle of the heroes at the Light Festival or the battle between Chang'an City and the Guanzhu, he had an endless source of mental power—the divine power of the Amazing God Array and Sangsang.

Today's situation is different, facing the unfathomable realm of the Book Sage. He was bound to exert all his strength, but without the help of Chang'an City, after writing out the seven characters, he felt that his telekinesis was actually depleted!

When Master Yan Se passed on his talisman back then. Naturally, this kind of thing has long been explained, and Ning Que knows very well that it is very common for a talisman master to run out of mental power, and it is the most common way to die. What really shocked him was that he would run out of mental power when he wrote the Seven Character Runes. The opponent wrote such a wild grass of hundreds of words in the clouds, and his expression remained unchanged!

Ning Que rarely encountered a cultivator whose mental power was more powerful than his own, but at this time, he found that the number of mental power of his opponent was so terrifying, it seemed to be even more powerful than the national teacher of the Golden Horde Court!

Ning Que knew that he had to make a decision early, so he plunged the iron knife in his hand into the bluestone ground, and took out his bow and arrow from the back of the big black horse with the help of the characters in the air around him who were still resisting the ink cursive characters falling from the clouds.

He drew an iron bow and an iron arrow, and pointed at the scholar above the stone steps in front of the temple.

No matter how strong your mind is, no matter how terrifying this cursive writing in the clouds is, what can you do when I shoot you through with an arrow?

At this time, the ink clouds flew wildly, and the meaning shook the sky and the earth, and no one could see the picture clearly at all, but Wang Shusheng saw Ning Que's movements clearly.

Looking at this iron bow that shook the world, Wang Shusheng's expression was as calm as before, without any fear, not even vigilance, since he wanted to kill Ning Que, how could he not think of this person's most powerful means?

With a slight flick of the sleeves of his robe, Wang Shusheng stretched out his right hand from his sleeve and grabbed it into the air, and actually grabbed a cloud of ink from the dark clouds in the sky, and then sprinkled it towards Ning Que!

Big splash of ink!

This is the Great River Country, this is the home of the Book Saint, how can he allow Ning Que to be presumptuous?

More than ten palaces, countless stone statues and bronze carvings, with the action of the book saint grabbing the clouds and splashing ink, suddenly exuded countless solemn sù killing breath, this is the palace array!

The array is the big talisman, the formation in the palace of the Great River Country is the great talisman written by the masters of the Mochi Garden, the book saint today catches the clouds for the ink, and the moving hall is the talisman, so Ning Que will be suppressed on the spot!

The front of the hall was dim, and there was a very sad sound, all eyes were covered by the ink cloud splashed by the book saint, and even the space was distorted by the chaotic rune in the ink cloud!

Ning Que's iron arrow had already left the string, but he didn't know where it had gone!

This is the most effective way to deal with the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, if you can't aim, if the space you see is fake, or distorted, how can you hit the target?

Looking at the ink cloud in front of him, feeling that there were countless chaotic talismans hidden in it, Ning Que's expression became a little complicated, he knew that he had lost, and he had nothing to say if he lost.

The book saint is the saint in the book, Master Yan Se and Wei Guangming died together in the north of Chang'an City, he is the only remaining Fu Dao master in the world, Ning Que wants to catch up with his realm, it will take time.

Ning Que was about to be killed by the talisman in the ink cloud when he saw it, but the strange thing was that there was no fear on his face, and he looked very calm, just

It seems a little lost.

Wang Shusheng looked at the expression on his face, frowned slightly, and was a little puzzled.

Ning Que has experienced countless treacherous battles in his life, and if he wants to say a fair decisive battle with the real strong, there is only the battle with Xiahou on the Snow Lake, and the battle with the Guan Lord in Chang'an City.

During the battle with Xiahou, Xiahou's injuries were not healed, and when he fought with the main audience, the entire Chang'an City and the people in the city were his helpers, and it stands to reason that he faced Wang Shusheng today. It's the most sinister battle - the other side is really strong, strong enough to catch the clouds and splash ink, and use miraculous means.

Ning Que was sure to lose, but he still thought that this was the easiest battle in his life.

He put down the iron bow that had lost its meaning, pulled out the heavy iron knife from between the bluestones, stepped heavily on his right foot, stepped on the four connected bluestones, and his body rose violently, rushing towards the book saint!

The Haoran Qi in his belly completely exploded. Endless power, infused into every part of his body, raised his speed to unimaginable speed!

Ning Que rushed into the ink-like mist.

In that dim and dark mist, there were countless scribbled handwriting, and there were chaotic symbols in the ink.

The air in the fog was distorted.

Haoran Qi covers every inch of the skin of the body. But it was still not enough to completely isolate those terrifying runes, and the clothes were torn, and the body was torn into tiny bloody holes, and the blood overflowed and was shattered into mist.

Ning Que continued to run with a faint blood mist, swinging his knife and slashing at this big splash of ink.

With each drop, Splash Moli was slashed off by a single point, on the gray clouds above the palace. A clear scar will appear, revealing a clear blue sky, where the sky is still clear.

Wang Shusheng's eyebrows slowly raised, and the white hair that had been cut by Ning Que Divine Rune before fluttered in the wind.

He knew that Ning Que had cultivated Haoran Qi. Knowing that this son has fallen into the devil, he still feels that the other party is sending him to death, because the space in this big splash of ink has been distorted, don't say Ning Que. Even if Ke Haoran came back to life, it was impossible to rush over like this with a sword. Because space represents the power of rules.

He felt that Ning Que was sending him to death, so he decided to send Ning Que another ride.

A majestic telekinesis enveloped the entire palace, and the scope of the splash of ink expanded farther and farther, and the dim mist filled the square in front of the palace, and even the flowers and trees in the corner of the imperial city were gradually submerged.

Ning Que rushed into the splash of ink, and countless crackling crisp sounds sounded, which was the sound of the winter wind being driven by his body, and then being cut off by the distorted space and chaos runes in the splash of ink.

Even the wind can cut it, let alone a knife, let alone a person?

The flower tree in the corner of the imperial city wall had several branches falling, which looked unsatisfactory.

Ning Que continued to run, ignoring this terrifying ink mist at all.

Then, he ran out of the fog and appeared in front of Wang Shusheng.

The distorted space and chaos talisman in the fog did not kill him, except for the clothes and small blood wounds that were cut at the beginning, there was not even a new wound on his body.

The flower tree in the corner of the imperial city wall is safe and sound.

Wang Shusheng looked at Ning Que who came to him, frowned slightly, and was silent.

He felt that this matter was very incomprehensible and unreasonable.

Although the Tang people were indeed unreasonable, the academy was even more famous for being unreasonable.

But this matter is really unreasonable.

Ning Que was not going to talk about any more reasoning, during the previous conversation, Shusheng said that the Tang people were unreasonable, and he had already asked the other party to talk about it, so there was no need to repeat it at this time.

He raised his heavy iron knife and slashed towards Wang Shusheng.

Let Ning Que hold the iron knife and enter a foot in front of him, except for those Mingzong powerhouses and Ye Hongyu in the world today, who can be his opponent?

Wang Shusheng roared sharply and lifted the pen in front of him.

Pen break.

Wang Shusheng was shocked and crashed into the column of the main hall, spurting out countless blood.

He is a book saint, not a sword saint after all.

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Wang Shusheng has become a lot older in a very short period of time, and he looked at the half of the broken pen he was holding in his hand, looking a little confused, because he still hadn't figured it out.

He was very confident in his Fu Dao realm, believing that even the battle before Yan Se's death was not much similar to his own realm, so why could his disciple be able to defeat him?

Why was Ning Que able to ignore his own big splash of ink?

He looked at Ning Que and asked, "Why?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "Probably because of ...... You can't win me. ”

Wang Shusheng didn't understand, and continued to ask, "Why can't I win you?"

At this time, a voice came from the side of the temple.

There was no emotion in this voice, but it made all who heard it have to believe it, because the person who spoke seemed to take it for granted, because her words were heavenly principles.

"Because I don't want you to win him. ”

Sang Sang walked to the front of the hall with his hands behind his back, didn't even look at Wang Shusheng in the pool of blood, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and said: "The means of gathering clouds are good, but this cloud is dirty." ”

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(Yesterday Yun Cai helped me calculate an account, if I want 200,000 yuan this month, from today onwards, I will write an average of 7,200 words a day, he is deeply worried about this, I am not worried, because I decided to work hard with the students who took the college entrance examination, and we will definitely succeed!)

Here, I wish the students who are taking the college entrance examination a good luck, and then, as I used to repeat every June, I really hope you can't see what I said, because it means that you are not playing online...... Finally, my Sangsang is so cute, and tomorrow will be two chapters. ）