Chapter 13 Black crow
> Piao Dao in Ning Que ’s hand met the iron rod in the hands of the two ascetic monks in the bridgehead, and a heavy impact sounded. Then the iron rod of the other party was knocked off, and he was chopped to death with two knives. .
At this moment, when the knife in his hand met the iron rod that had arrived at the whistle, it made a slight sound, which sounded like a brush was burning candles by the flame of an oil lamp.
The reason for this is that the stick-holder ’s cultivation is far better than that of the bridgehead ’s ascetic monk, and the iron rod carries the vitality of the world. Both the speed and stability are very strong, and the corresponding one is rather lacking. The blade of the sword is also more powerful, so when the two meet, the iron rod is not struck and flew directly from it!
With a snort, the iron rod broke in two! The upper half of the iron rod rubbed Ning Que’s shoulder and flew over the eaves painted by An’s oil painting into a large hole. The sharp lower part cut by Park knife was held by the man in his hand and continued toward Ning Que’s lower abdomen stabs, accompanied by a sorrowful and bitter drink, the man pats Ning Que’s face!
Ning Que clearly felt the deep Buddhist aura of the opponent’s left hand, and had already sensed that the iron rod that broke the eaves in the half was flying back at high speed. At this time, before his lower abdomen was a sharp iron rod, and another piece of iron rod was about to strike his back, plus the old palm, he was facing three enemies, which was very dangerous.
But he did not panic. Master Yan Se once recounted to him a sword saint Liu Bai ’s words: Longitudinal sword, less than a foot in front of him, and he who began to practice halfway, just like Ye Hongyu, knows how to defeat these seemingly powerful What is the true battle of the practitioners.
At this time, Pu Dao’s uplifting momentum was unstoppable, and he couldn’t return to his body in a hurry. Ning Que did not hesitate to loosen the handle of his right hand. The left hand protruded like a lightning, and the palm of the iron stick that pierced the lower abdomen was knocked away with a palm, and then he leaned forward. A punch hit the man’s face accurately.
There were two snapping noises, Ning Qi turned back, and his right hand was in the air. Re-holding the Park knife that hadn’t had time to fall, and then there were two crackling sounds, two iron rods hit the ground one after another, and the man shouted, covering his face and backing back and forth, photographing Ning Que The left hand has already been retracted.
No matter how wonderful the practice method is, it needs to be controlled by people after all. As long as you knock down your people, how can you let those practice methods continue to play their role?
However, the battle is not over.
The thick yarn outside the window suddenly floated. Then the pieces broke and broke into countless plain pale flowers because the curtains were extremely thick. So those braids also appear a little fat. But it reveals a suffocating meaning and gives a strong feeling. If you let these gauze flowers cover your cheeks, you will have difficulty breathing any air.
Ning Que’s right-handed knife shuddered in the air at high speed around him, like countless lightning bolts, and easily shattered and shattered those gauze flowers. Then he swept lightly to the depths of the temple.
There is a Buddha statue in the depths of the temple. There is an incense burner, a bell, and two futons before the Buddha statue. One of them sits on a young girl, carrying the door of the temple, and the other sits on an old vomiting blood. The woman, was the one who was attacked by Ning Que with an iron rod first, but the one who was knocked down by Ning Que with a punch.
The blade came through the air, and then fell on the girl’s neck gently. Ning Que looked at the girl’s back, without any emotion on her face, and said, “Two, I haven’t seen you for a long time.”
The old woman propped up on the ground, climbed up hard, sat on the futon, stared at Ning Que with resentment, and said, “If you want to meet, why isn’t you in the underworld?”
The old woman’s face was wrinkled and the expression on her face was naturally mean. Although her eyes were bitter, she could see the despair in the depths of her eyes. It was Aunt Qu Ni Madi.
The **** the futon turned around, her pale cheeks were still charming, but her expression was very lonely and numb. The green silk was tied in her hat and she looked like a concentrated nun. Jia.
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In the late autumn of the 16th year of the Apocalypse, there was a great battle at the Lanke Temple, and the first treasure tree master of Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy died on the spot. Qu Nimadi felt uneasy, thinking about the death of Dao Shi, and was even more disheartened. After returning home, she presided over the monastery in the White Pagoda Temple in Yuelun Kingdom and gradually became a casket.
The flower idiot Lu Chenjia has experienced many changes and is also desperate. The love roots are gradually declining and she is hiding in this pond with her aunt and eating the Sutra to the Buddha all day.
At this point, the two most famous women with the highest status in the lunar kingdom cut off the red dust and asked nothing about the world. They only asked for peace in the temple and spent a year calmly without any contact with the outside world.
They did not know that Ning Que and Sang Sang were still alive, nor did they know that the two men had arrived in Chaoyang City, the bells that had been ringing all over the city before, nor did they let any of the two hearts feel ashamed until Ning Que They came to the White Pagoda Temple, walked up the narrow bridge, and killed the two ascetic monks before they reacted.
“I really didn’t expect that you would still be alive and actually come to the moon.”
Qu Nimadi wiped off the blood on her lips, staring at Ning Que’s face with resentment, and suddenly wanted to understand the truth, and laughed wildly: “It seems that you and the daughter of Hades were chased miserably, which is really happy. thing.”
This very senior aunt of Buddhism, this year ’s true heart is like water, even as dead as death, but hatred is indeed the most powerful force in the world. Previously, her expression suddenly became alive, with endless hatred.
Lu Chenjia did not expect that Ning Que and Sang Sang were still alive. Looking at Sang Sang on Ning Que’s back, the indifferent expression of the petals in the ice slightly moved.
Ning Que watched the two of them not speaking because there was no need to speak at this time.
The extremely powerful and terrible atmosphere outside the Xicheng Gate forced him to return. He was chased by the residents of Chaoyang City and the two Buddhist practitioners. There was no way to escape, so he came to the temple for a short break And waiting for the change he has been waiting for, Qu Ni Madi and Lu Chenjia are just his hostages.
When he came to Baita Temple to study Buddhist scriptures in winter, when he secretly probed the surroundings of the temple, he noticed that there were some problems in the heart island of Houji Lake. Although he could not get close, he saw an ascetic monk holding an iron rod often coming in and out of this small island. He had seen the ascetic monk in the wasteland that year, knowing that it was Qu Nimadi and Lu Chenjia’s guard. After that he observed several times. It was basically determined that Qu Ni Madi and Lu Chenjia should be hiding in this pond.
The crow cried out from the outside. Ning Que took out a rope made of hard cowhide, tied Qu Ni Ma Di and Lu Chen Jia to death, and then walked back to the curtain. Eyes looked out through the petal-shaped yarn holes and saw the black crows circling in the air.
At the end of last autumn, Ning Que took Sang Sang into the small courtyard. There was a black crow flying and perched on a branch. Every day for more than ten days, a black crow came flying every day. It was strange and disturbed him very much. this matter.
Who would have thought that today these black crows had become his and Sangsang’s greatest enemies, and were previously in Chaoyang City. If it weren’t for these black crows, he might have hidden Sang Sang long ago, and he might even have escaped.
Ning Que could not understand why these black crows appeared in the small courtyard. Why do you always follow yourself today? The biggest possibility is naturally Sang Sang’s breath of Pluto, but if the black crow represents bad luck. Shouldn’t Sang Sang be helped? Why is it necessary to expose Sang Sang’s position in this way?
Whatever the reason, he had to kill these black crows, or even if he had the greatest skill, even if the changes he waited for had finally arrived, he and Sang Sang would eventually walk into the dead end. I want to kill these crows, but I haven’t had time and I can’t make it.
His right hand fell on the window tower, using a little force, squeezing a piece of window wood, and then crushed into a dozen pieces of gravel, luckily, throwing at the black crow in the sky diagonally above.
The very light windows and gravel, which contained awe-inspiring energy, suddenly turned into a hard stone, and flew through the air, with a terrifying crossbow. The black crows were too late to react and were hit hard. , Only listening to a few screams, black feathers fell one after another, and the crow fell to the ground.
Ning Que felt a little relieved, but what shocked him was that after a moment, the cries of crows sounded again around the temple, and those black crows appeared again in the sky under the clouds!
Are these black crows unkillable?
There are more and more people in the White Pagoda Temple, especially on the shore of Houji Lake. There are dense crowds, and some people are even squeezed into the lake. There are countless archers and more than 100 Buddhas around the narrow bridge. Zong disciple and more than a dozen guards watched the nunnery on Huxin Island with vigilance.
Looking out from the window of the Nuan, you can see hundreds of black people at a glance. Ning Que knows that the crowd is far more than these numbers, and there are thousands or even tens of thousands of people behind them. The blood and flesh on Sang’s body bite down bit by bit, and then burned to death with a torture, his brows could not help but wrinkle slightly.
“I really can’t understand why you are stupid enough to hide in this dead place.” Qu Ni Madi looked at his back, with a sneering expression on his face, and the voice was hoarse and hard to hear: “Do you think that take us two As a hostage, you can let people let the Pluto’s daughter leave? You are really naive. ”
Ning Que did not look back and said: “The sound of your speech is very unpleasant, just like those crows in the sky. If you want to see how Sang Sang and I are torn apart by someone, I suggest you shut up at this time.”
Qu Nimadi smiled and looked very happy. She really wanted to see how Ning Que and Sang Sang died, so she chose to close her mouth temporarily.
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In the palace not far from Baita Temple.
The Lord of the Moon looked at the **** man on the stretcher in front of him and waved his arms and said sharply, “Master, do you not understand what your decision means? The two are my closest relatives, if If you demand a strong attack, they will most likely die if the jade and jade are all burned! ”
The guardian of the Xiling Temple commanded the Rock enemy, lying on the stretcher weakly, wrapped in a thick gauze at the throat, unable to speak at all, but his eyes were still so arrogant and arrogant.
The seven masters stood beside the stretcher and greeted the host with one hand, saying, “Your Majesty, please understand the current situation. The two schools of Buddhism are not hesitating to pay such a big price for what. What is the reason Without taking Pluto’s daughter into the dead, we should seize this opportunity. ”
Luo Kedi was still speechless and could only snort with his nose.
Qi Mei replied slowly: “In order to save the world, I don’t think anyone is willing to sacrifice their lives. The people in Chaoyang City are so brave. How can Aunt Qu and Princess Chenjia be timid and greedy?”
Lord Lunan ’s face became extremely gloomy, his fists clenched tightly, but his eyes began to flicker and he seemed extremely struggling and hesitant—The Lunun Kingdom is a Buddhist kingdom, deeply influenced by the Buddhist Sect and can even be said to be directly controlled, and The Xiling Temple is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence in the world. At this time, both Buddhism and Taoism have shown their attitude. Even if he is tough, he has no power to prevent this terrible thing from happening.
The Lord of the Moon took a deep breath and said slowly, “Since it is so …”
“Why not wait a second.”
In the quiet palace, someone suddenly said a word.
Suddenly speaking, preventing the owner of the moon wheel from making a decision immediately, it was someone who could not have imagined. It was not the Prime Minister of the Lunar Kingdom, nor the Queen who distressed her daughter, but an old red-clothed priest. This man was one of the three red-clothed priests who had previously walked out of the palace, but did not know when to return to the palace.
The priest in red said calmly: “Heaven has the virtue of life, Ning Que and … Since the daughter of Pluto has entered the dead place, why not hurry?”
The Rock enemy lying on the stretcher listened to this, and he was furious. He pointed at the red priest. His trembling body was angry, but he was speechless.
The other two priests in Xiling’s red clothes stepped forward completely ignored the shocked suspicion of Roque, and looked at the expressionless faces of everyone: “We also share the same opinion, and God has a good virtue. ”
Seven expressions changed suddenly, and he didn’t understand at all. Why did these priests from the Xiling Temple actually say such things, that God has a good virtue? When did the Daomen become so gentle and compassionate?
The red-clothed priests of these Xiling temples rushed to Taoshan a few days ago, holding the instructions of the palm master and the oracle, so no one doubts. It is said that these three red-clothed priests are all magical Worried about the heavy casualties of the people in Chaoyang City, they were specially sent over.
Suddenly, Luo Kedi’s eyes narrowed, thinking of a possibility. Almost at the same time, Seven also thought of it, frowning slightly, looking at the three red-clad priests and asking, “Which temple are you from?”
The old priest in red said calmly, “The Temple of Light.”
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(Chapter 2 arrives, chapter 3 strives to be written before twelve o’clock.)