The distance between his palm and Ning Que's blade was as short as a hair's width, which also allowed for a gap between them. But in that very delicate space, there seemed to be some kind of force that filled the gap, as tight as cotton.

The whistle echoed in the quiet lakeside house. Hearing the whistling sound, the flying sword that had just fallen to the ground tried to bounce several times, but the result was unsuccessful. These attempts looked so miserable and futile that it was like an old mosquito falling on the frosty ground, its thin wings frozen into glass ice. The so-called struggle is more like a convulsion before death.

Yan Suqing's eyes were suddenly full of murderous intent. With another sharp whistle, he slapped the cold blade with both palms, his right hand stretched out from his sleeve, his body tilted and bounced up from the chair, and his fingers were clenched, forming a sword, which was directly aimed at Ning Que's throat.

It was only at this moment that the rough and clumsy teacup slammed to the ground, and shards of dark red rubble were scattered on the ground. Hot water mixed with tea leaves splashed in all directions, and the white hot mist struggled to get out in great fear.

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Wanting to stab Ning Que directly into his throat, Yan Suqing pointed his figure slightly to the left and drew an arch, which was farther away than a straight line, giving Ning Que more time to react at this fatal moment.

He had to do it because he wanted to avoid the big black umbrella. Subconsciously, he didn't want to have any contact with it, not even an inch. At this time, the greasy and dirty umbrella surface looked darker than the darkness in the small house by the lake before dawn.

Yan Suqing didn't know what that big black umbrella was. However, as an experienced cultivator, he retired from the military for nearly a decade and cultivated with pottery and tea in seclusion, and has been making progress in cultivation. He could vaguely feel the terror brought by the big black umbrella. This is the instinct of a cultivator.

It was precisely because of this deepest fear in his heart that Yan Suqing's sword moved a few points slower than normal. Taking advantage of this short time, Ning Que moved the black umbrella to the left side of his body.

At this time, it has completely unfolded into a large black umbrella with a large surface, like a large black flower floating on the surface of the lake. It subtly slid from Ning Que's right shoulder to his left, which he switched with his fingers and then covered his entire body.

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

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The feeling of poking on an umbrella... It's a little slippery, sticky, and disgusting.

Yan Suqing stared at the place where her fingertips touched the surface of the black umbrella, and fear welled up from the depths of her heart. His body trembled violently, and his face instantly turned extremely pale - he was shocked to find that what was pouring out with fear was the spiritual power in his heart, and the qi of heaven and earth that he could move with his heart.

The big black umbrella, like the deepest and most infinite night, will swallow all the light!

Yan Suqing didn't expect that he would be forced to such a point by an ordinary person, a seemingly ordinary big black umbrella, but he knew that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff of death!

He did not withdraw his sword intent, because when the night is invaded by the day, there must be a winner, either by day or by night. At sunrise and sunset, no one can leave early!

Then, a sharp, bitter whistle erupted from between his lips. The most powerful force finally erupted from this cultivator who had been hiding among the common people for more than ten years. He stimulated his spiritual power with the most terrifying speed, and then scattered his whole body through the snow-capped mountains and the sea of qi. All the natural breath that could be interacted with in the small house by the lake was mobilized, condensed in front of his fingers, and turned into sword intent to poke at the black umbrella!

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The cultivator's master sword power was transmitted from the umbrella surface 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 to keep the umbrella steady. Listening to the sound of the carp breaking and feeling the terrible force that his body was going to bear, he clenched his teeth and stood firm.

At this time, he was like a soldier of the Tang Empire, dragging the wave behind him, using the black umbrella as a shield, fighting a decisive battle at the forefront of the grassland, desperately resisting the cruel attack of the barbarians on the other side of the shield. He was not allowed to retreat, which would lead to a collapse of 500 km. Any person in the frontier army of the Tang Empire would have such a sense of discipline and courage!

At this moment, all his spirit and strength were concentrated on the handle of the umbrella, resisting the sword intent that Yan Suqing had condensed with his full cultivation. In addition, he vaguely felt that something precious in his body was flowing along the umbrella to the inside of the umbrella, so his right hand could not raise the wave path behind him at all.

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The fingers are on the surface, and Ning Que is on the opposite side. It is not known how long this deadly stalemate lasted. The qi of heaven and earth gushed out from the lakeside hut and condensed in front of Yan Suqing's fingers, forming an extremely short and sharp sword that stabbed at Ning Que.

Everyone seemed to feel the rich atmosphere of the scene, whether it was the flying bamboo leaves or the cold mist.

Yan Suqing snorted lightly, blood vessels appeared on her pale face, and then disappeared in a flash.

The large black umbrella stepped back an inch.

The handle of the umbrella slipped between the thumb and index finger of Ning Que's left hand and hit him the forehead. The extremely sharp sword finally managed to penetrate the large black umbrella and pierce into the part where the umbrella handle had just collided.

"Poof!" Blood spurted from Ning Que's mouth and nose, and then spread along the edge of the gauze mask, soaking his immature face.

On the other side, blood also began to drip from the corners of Yan Suqing's eyes, and his spiritual essence gradually dissipated, because he had overused his spiritual power, so he was on the road to burnout.

At the moment, the decisive factor is who can hold out longer.

The handle of the big black umbrella pressed against Ning Que's chest like a mountain. Blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose. His gauze mask was completely soaked with blood, which continued to drip down the edges of the gauze mask onto his shoes.

He looked up with difficulty and looked blankly at the tea expert on the edge of the umbrella who was looking blankly at the other side of the umbrella. He realized that Yan Suqing's bony jaw had become haggard, and her eyes were deep. He seemed to be barely able to hold on.

Suddenly, Ning Que found that the power on the handle had weakened somewhat!

Then he quickly raised his head, held the handle tightly with his left hand, and pressed the handle with his chest. He forced himself to take a big step forward!

The big black umbrella, which was as solid as an indestructible shield, forced Yan Suqing to take a step back!

The young man roared, and as he fought on the grassland, a piercing roar erupted from the mouth of the fierce beast, and with this roar, he lifted up all the remaining strength in his body, lifted the beanie that was dragging on the ground, and slashed at the enemy!

With a crisp sound, the blade slashed deep into Yan Suqing's neck, and then continued to rush forward with the terrifying sound of bones cracking and flesh cracking, until it squeezed out from the other side of the enemy's body.

Yan Suqing's head, those two eyes staring at the young man behind the black umbrella in disbelief, fell crookedly from his neck. It bounced on the ground a few times, then rolled into the tea that was still radiating heat.

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

Ning Que stared at the head on the ground, and said with a quick breath, "You are used to being a tea master instead of a sword master. You forgot to hire a bodyguard.

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The pre-dawn darkness was so heavy that Chang'an City was still quiet at the moment, there were no pedestrians on the streets, and not a single cat was walking at night. A young man covered in blood ran out of a street stall in the South City. He staggered forward, and sometimes his weak legs could not support him, and he would lose his balance and fall to the ground with a thud.

Blood continued to drip down the edges of his gauze mask. He felt his vision blurry and his mind tangled. He didn't even notice where he had arrived. He wasn't sure if it was because he had lost too much blood or something else.

"If I decide to kill you, then you will be killed."

He subconsciously muttered to himself and found his way home.

The voice coming through the bloody viscous mask sounded distorted.

The siren whistle he had heard earlier reminded him to get out of the place as soon as possible. What little sanity he had left told him that the government had been alerted that the Yulin Royal Guard would be deployed by the local government. If so, he had no choice but to die.

So, he continued to run wildly on the vermilion bird avenue that he did not recognize.

The black umbrella strapped to his back bounced upwards and slowly unfolded.

A young avenger covered in blood.

An evil spirit crawled out of hell.

A black lotus bloomed on his back.