Nightfall

Ning Que has no experience in fighting against the teacher.

But he has a lot of fighting experience.

So when this quiet and joyful street in the morning, the steaming steam from the bun shop, happy children and Mu Ne adults, and the entire Chang'an city disappeared in front of him, he didn't feel shocked, but responded the fastest.

He closed his eyes, pulled out the hatchet around his waist, recalled the last scene he saw before closing his eyes, and cut down in front of him according to the traces left in his mind.

The blade is breaking through the wind, not sharp, but also with the blade of the old pen Zhai wood sawdust, accurately split into the eyebrow of the middle-aged monk, and the distance of one eyebrow is not biased.

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The grave head in front of Ning Que is far away, thousands of miles away.

But very close, in front of us.

He pulled out the slender Pu knife and chopped it down, as if still carrying the blade of the Bihu grass scrape, accurately chopped the grave head, from a thousand miles away to a step in front of him, no inch was missed.

However, this seemingly Peiruo Moyu's knife fell on the lone tomb, but he could not cut the head of the tomb. There were countless sparks splashing between the blade and the tomb, forming a line of fire.

A gap can be seen on the slender Park Dao waist.

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On the early morning street of Chang'an City, the middle-aged monk didn't seem to see the hatchet that cut his eyebrows against the morning wind. He looked at the front calmly, his eyes focused and firm.

The skinny monk who had been standing beside him, turned his wrist, and an iron rod made of fine iron whistled into the air. The tail of the rod was deeply inserted into the blue stone plate, and the rod body was stopped in front of the knife.

There was a dull impact.

Ning Que closed her eyes, bent her knees slightly, tipped her toes, and flew halfway toward the center of the street by the force of rebound, with a cross hatchet in front of her, her wrists trembling slightly, and her face pale.

Chen Pipi, who was watching the battle, frowned slightly.

Beside the monk or sword master walking in the world, there will be melee martial arts practitioners who act as threats. This combination has become a recognized rule in the world. The thin and thin monk solves for the middle-aged monk. Close threats do not violate the rules of duel.

Chen Pipi did n’t know that Ning Que ’s understanding of the practice of world rules was similar to idiots. He was not angry at the two monks at Baita Temple about Ning Que ’s lack of one. The reason why he frowned was not related to the shot of the thin monk. Because of the pedestrians and city views on the street as usual.

The child was still happily tearing the damp wet steamed paper from the big meat bun.

The man in the steamed bun shop was still in a high position there. He collected the copper plates indifferently and proudly, and sorted the buns into the bamboo baskets in the neighborhood. The sound of the sale in his mouth was quieter than the heat from the steamer.

In the neighborhood surrounded by steaming drawers, some angryly reprimanded the foreigners who lined up, some talked with the neighbors about the victory and defeat of the hand game last night, some lowered their voices about a rumor in the palace, waiting for the fresh out of the drawer When the buns came up, all the conversation came to an abrupt end, turning into a lively robbery.

No one noticed the two exotic monks on the street, no one noticed that there were two gentlemen in the world behind the academy, and no one even found a silent and tragic and dangerous duel on the street. Noisy and lively, so calm and happy.

This is no longer in the red dust, intended outside the Three Realms.

Instead, he used the Zen meditation to build the threshold of Dao iron before his life.

Chen Pipi did not expect this unknown middle-aged ascetic monk from Baita Temple. The state of meditation was so powerful that he began to worry about Ning Que.

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Ning Que retreated a few steps backward.

The lone tomb thousands of miles away became clearer in his eyes.

The tomb is made of ordinary bluestone clay, and there is no specificity, but he was severely cut by him with a knife, and there is no trace left on it.

Thousands of miles alone solitary grave, nowhere to be desolate.

Looking at the desolate grave with nowhere to speak, he felt more and more desolate, and felt colder and colder, as if the heat in his body was escaping into the air.

However, standing in the spiritual world, where is the real body?

Ning Que looked at the solitary tomb thousands of miles away, knowing that the cold and solitary feelings came from the solitary tomb were all means of the middle-aged monk's mind being attacking himself in the spiritual world.

This kind of Buddhism is very clever, even magical.

The mind of the middle-aged monk infiltrates like spring wind and rain, the peace is at its extreme point, and it is at its extreme danger, but it is the super meaning of silence, allowing you to sing and dance with yourself, or sit and meditate with it, or Falling into emotions, you can no longer extricate yourself.

If it is replaced by someone else, even if it is more pure and powerful than Ning Que ’s mind, in the face of such a Buddhist meditation offensive, I am afraid that it will be difficult to cope with, and I do n’t even know how to deal with it.

However, Ning Que once passed through the spiritual world of Master Lian Sheng.

Master Liansheng studied Buddhism, Taoism and Demon three times, chanted in the Xuankong Temple, and practiced Buddhism at the gate of the Buddha. His work was shocking and vulgar. Although the master was already dying when he was connected with Ningque ’s spiritual world, his imagination was not even as good as this name. The middle-aged monk at Baita Temple is powerful, but it needs more spirit and realm, and I do n’t know how to exceed this person ’s ignorance. The circumvention and temptation hidden in that kind of meditation is even more charming.

Swimmers who have fought against the storm of the sea are difficult to drown in the stream. I have seen the wonderland of the seventy petals of the lotus, and the petals are all fragrant. How can it be infected by a grave head?

Ning Que was still unmoved and expressionless in front of the silence of Qianli Gufen.

He stuck to his original heart, silently contemplating, abandoning the knife in his hand, imagining a horrible virtual knife in the air with the power of the mind, and then cut the head towards the grave head again.

No matter how hard that solitary tomb was, it suddenly shattered.

Not crushed by a knife, but crushed by a mountain-like knife!

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The hot steam in the steamed bun shop was swayed by the crowd and the breeze out of the steamed buns and came to the street.

The white steam enveloped the middle-aged monk and Ning Que's body.

As if in the clouds, suddenly not in the world.

Ning Que loosened his right hand, the hatchet slipped from his hand and landed on the ground with a soft sound.

He stood in the sea of ​​clouds with his eyes closed, standing silent in the world.

The middle-aged monk's face suddenly paled, his body shivered violently, and he felt uneasy. He seemed to lie down in the sea of ​​clouds at any time, and he would never go again when he was drunk.

Heshi's palms moved together slowly and firmly.

The steam cloud on the street gradually faded.

The middle-aged monk finally finally stabilized his body and did not fall.

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The Gufen was crushed into countless gravel by Ning Que with a knife, flying all over the sky.

After the stone rain, a huge stone buddha appeared in the sky.

The stone Buddha's face was kind and merciful, and there seemed to be thunder and lightning accumulating between his open eyes, indescribable indifference and majesty, full of compassion and anger towards those in front of him.

Compassion and anger seem to be two incompatible emotions.

But at the same time the face of this stone Buddha was perfect.

I am sorry for his misfortune, but also for his indifference.

Stone Buddha's lips were tightly pressed, like a line, a shallow line carved with a carving knife, it seems that thousands of thousands of years have not spoken with his mouth open.

Ning Que looked at the line and remembered the beautiful white lips of the girl in white.

The stone Buddha did not speak.

But there was a Buddha between heaven and earth. The two monosyllabic words, whose meaning is unclear, were immense and distant.

The sky was covered with gravel and violently rained, hitting the ground.

Ning Que looked up at the sky and watched the earth and stone come, not knowing how to deal with it.

The sky was covered with gravel like rain, falling on his body and on his face.

The pain of the real body was clearly introduced into his sea of ​​knowledge, making him realize that every part of his body, the internal organs, are under the attack of the vitality of heaven and earth.

At this moment, he remembered the scene where the old man Lu Qingchen killed the scholar.

The scholar was enchanted and still dead.

Ning Que is already enchanted, but he is truly enchanted.

How can the world's vitality kill him?

So it's just pain, and there is no rest.

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The steam in the steamed bun shop is still drifting down the street.

The middle-aged monk stood between the clouds and his eyes grew deeper, but at the deepest point there was a blazing glow that began to condense and burn. The blazing glow was shock, anger and killing.

He did not expect that Ning Que, the academy, was never known for his mental power, but possessed such a powerful mental power. When he used his mental power to attack the other party's knowledge of the sea, he could easily soothe the tranquility of Qianli Gufen.

However, he was even more shocked that the sky full of stone rain in the spiritual world was a direct attack on the physical body of the practitioners by the heaven and earth energy he controlled with his mind, which could not hurt the other party!

Such a terrible physical strength, and obviously not the defense formed by the body strength of the martial arts peak strongman, then there is only one reason, which is the source of shock and killing thoughts of middle-aged monks.

The middle-aged monk's palms were originally combined, and then gradually separated.

His left index finger pointed to the next button, and a blood hole was dug out of the right palm.

Then he tore off a flesh without expression.

After doing this maneuver, his dark cheeks became paler, the old look between his brows and eyes, and the wrinkles seemed to be stacked next to the **** pile washed by rain, and the dry draft was extremely extreme.

He slowly wiped the blood and flesh from his right palm onto the face of this dry manuscript.

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This is not a blood fingerprint of Mozong's evil exercises.

It is the most powerful and most determined blood feeding Buddha of Buddhism.

The disciples of Buddhism who practiced this kind of exercises, even if they are at a higher level, are very likely to die there.

If it were not for the overturning of the mountain gate, UU reading www.uukanshu.com or encountering a thousand enemies of the world, no Buddhist disciple would use this kind of method that greatly violates the compassion of the Buddhist gate.

When the middle-aged monk dug his blood and smeared his face, Chen Pipi immediately reacted. He was very shocked to wonder what kind of hatred this person had with the younger brother, he was going to put him to death!

At this dangerous moment, as a disciple of the academy, there are still rules in place.

The large uniform on his body fluttered without wind, oscillating like a flag.

The index finger is slightly bent, and the divine finger of the world under the river must attack the middle-aged monk in accordance with the intent of the academy.

However, something happened at this time.

That thing made Chen Pipi stunned for a moment.

The victory or defeat of the fighting in the spiritual world often takes only a moment.

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(After I got home, it broke out, and I'm really too busy recently. Try to get it as fast as possible.) & Lt; / p & gt;