Look at the cluttered vegetation on the clouds, some with lush foliage, and some as bleak autumn grass under the frost, all are scribbled words, all are murderous words, and the character that Ning Que cut out with a knife will float up Seeing numerous thin traces in the air, the cursive script in the clouds suddenly became messy.

Ning Que's method is indeed magical. Even Wang Shusheng looked at this scene, and he admired Master Yanse's vision. Of course, he still admired Yan Se, not Ning Que.

Just listening to Wang Shusheng's cry in front of the temple, the cool winter wind suddenly increased, and more clouds were swept by the wind, covering the sunlight behind the clouds, and the palace looked more serene. ",

A cloud is a very strange thing. When its number is small, it is white clouds floating in the clear blue sky. When its number increases and overlaps with each other, the color will become darker and darker.

The clouds over the palace are getting thicker and thicker, becoming dark clouds. As the clouds move, they look like ink in inkstones, which are constantly stirred by invisible pens.

The previous white paper became the ink in the inkstone, and the fierce and disorderly big wild grass disappeared naturally, but at the next moment, the cloud layer suddenly lowered, and then flew countless ink-like chaotic clouds. ""Look

Each chaotic cloud is a scribble.

Wang Shusheng's wild grass did not disappear, but changed from the traces on the cloud paper to cloud ink, as if he had substantial energy, and fell towards the top of Ning Que's head like rain.

What a magical means!

Ning Que's face was pale, and her consciousness in the sea was desperately output. The iron knife waved in front of her, writing one character after another, chopping the cursive characters formed by the ink clouds into dry branches.

However, this dark cloud covered the entire imperial city, with a large area. The big wild grass hidden in it had at least hundreds of words. It just kept falling like this. When can he cut it?

The iron sword came out of the wind, the characters were weeding silently, and the scribbled and powerful handwriting was like real grass. Was harvested and chopped. The cursive characters falling in Mo Yun are getting denser and denser, seemingly endless. Ning Que's face becomes more and more white, which can only be supported with the help of the body's charm.

In the battlefield, the only thing that can restrict the power of the rune is the power of thought. A powerful rune like the Xian character is unimaginable for the consumption of the power of thought. If not, would n’t it be just a few runes to sweep the entire world?

For Ning Que, he rarely felt the importance of mindfulness when he used to run a spell. It was because he was meditating since childhood, almost thinking hard, and the number of mindfulness completely surpassed that of ordinary runes. And it really needs him to write the key moments of countless runes. For example, during the Battle of the Lights at the Warlords or Changan City and the Lord Watcher, he had endless sources of mindfulness and the Divine Power of Sangsang.

Today's situation is different. In the face of the unpredictable Master Shushu, he must exert all his strength, but without the help of Chang'an City. After writing the seven characters, he felt that his mind had dried up!

When Master Yan Se preached his doctrine, he naturally explained this kind of thing long ago. Ning Que is very clear. It is a very common thing for a rune to run out of mind, and it is the most common way of death. What really shocked him was that he would run out of ideas when he wrote seven symbols of runes. The opponent wrote such a hundreds of words of wild grass in the cloud, but his expression remained unchanged!

Ning Que seldom meets practitioners who have a stronger mental ability than himself, but at this time, he finds that the amount of the opponent's mental strength is so horrible that it seems to be even stronger than the national teacher of the Golden Horde King Court! Shusheng really is Shushu, realm means, in today's world, it is indeed super first-class level!

Ning Que knew that he had to make a decision early, inserting the iron knife in his hand heavily into the bluestone ground, and taking advantage of the characters in the air to resist the ink script cursed from the cloud, he took the bow and arrow from the back of the **** horse.

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

No matter how powerful your thoughts are, how terrifying this cursive script in the clouds can be, let me shoot you with a single arrow, how can you?

At this time, the clouds flew in the field, and Fu Yi shook the world. No one could see the picture at all, but Wang Shusheng saw Ning Que's movement clearly.

Looking at the iron bow in the world of shock, 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?

The robe sleeves flicked slightly, Wang Shusheng reached out his right hand from his sleeve, and grabbed a long distance towards the sky, actually grabbed a cloud of Moyun from the sky, and then sprinkled towards Ning Que!

Splashing ink!

This is the Dahe Kingdom, this is the home of Shusheng, how could he allow Rong Ning to be arrogant?

More than a dozen palaces, countless stone statues and bronze sculptures, as the bookmaster grabbed the clouds and splashed ink, suddenly exuded the atmosphere of countless solemn killings. This is the Royal Palace!

The formation is Dafu, and the formation in the palace of the Great River Kingdom is the Dafu written by the past masters of Mochiyuan.

In front of the hall was dim, a faint voice came faintly, all eyes were covered by the ink cloud splashed by the bookmaster, and even the space was distorted by the chaotic runes in the ink cloud!

Ning Que's iron arrow has already left the string, but he has no idea where to go!

This is the most effective way to deal with 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 Mo Yun in front of him, he felt that there were countless signs of chaos hidden in it, and Ning Que's expression became a little more complicated. He knew he had lost, and he had nothing to say.

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 surviving evangelist in the world. Rather than want to catch up with him, it takes time.

Ning Que saw that he was about to be killed by the rune in Mo Yun, but strangely, he didn't have any fear on his face, and he seemed very calm, only slightly lost.

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

Ning Que has experienced countless dangerous battles in this life. To speak of a fair decisive battle with the real powerhouse, only the battle with Xiahou on the Snow Lake and the battle with the spectator in Chang'an City.

During the battle with Xiahou, Xiahou's injury did not heal. When watching the main battle, the entire Changan City and the people in the city were his helpers. Logically speaking, he is the most sinister opponent in the face of Wang Shusheng today. It's really powerful, so powerful that it can catch clouds and splash ink, and use miracle-like means.

Ning Que is sure to lose, but he still thinks this is the easiest battle of his life.

He put down the iron bow that had lost its meaning. A heavy iron knife was drawn from the bluestone. He stepped on his right foot, crushed four connected bluestones, burst into shape, and rushed towards Shusheng!

The awe-inspiring energy inside his abdomen completely exploded, and endless power poured into every part of his body, raising his speed to an unimaginable level!

Ning Que rushed into the mist like splashing ink.

In the dark fog. There are countless scribbles and chaotic symbols in the ink.

The air in the fog has been twisted.

Noble energy covers every inch of the skin of the body, but it is still not enough to completely isolate those horrible symbols. The clothes rupture, the body has a small blood opening, and the blood overflows and is broken into mist.

Ning Que continued to run with a touch of blood mist. Slashed the sword with ink.

Every time the knife falls, the splash ink is cut off, and on the gray cloud above the palace, a clear knife mark appears, exposing the clear blue sky, where it is still clear.

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

He knew that Ning Que had practised Haoranqi, and he knew that this child had already become enchanted. But still feel that the other party is dying. Because the space in this large splash of ink has been distorted, Mo Yao said Ning Que. Even if Ke Haoran is resurrected, it is impossible to rush over like this with a sword, because space represents the power of rules.

He felt that Ning Que was dying, so he decided to send Ning Que again.

A powerful thought covered the entire palace, and the scope of splashing ink expanded further and further. The dim fog filled the square in front of the temple, and even gradually submerged the flower tree in the corner of the imperial city.

Ning Que rushed into the splashing ink, and countless crackling sounds sounded. It was the sound of the winter wind being driven by his body, and then cut by the twisting space and chaotic signs in the splashing ink.

Even the wind can be cut off, not to mention the knife, not to mention the person?

The flower tree in the corner of the wall of the imperial city had several twigs falling, which seemed unbearable.

Ning Que continued to run, ignoring this horrible ink mist.

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

The twisted space and the chaotic rune in the fog did not kill him. Apart from the clothes and small blood that were initially cut open, he didn't even add a new wound to his body.

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

Wang Shusheng looked at Ning Que who came to him, frowned slightly, and said nothing.

He felt that this matter was puzzling and unreasonable.

Although the Tang people did not reason, the academy was even more famous for being unreasonable.

But this matter is really unreasonable.

Ning Que is not prepared to speak any more truths. In the previous dialogue, Shu Sheng said that the Tang people did not reason, and he had asked the other side to speak, so there is no need to repeat this time.

He raised a heavy iron knife and fell towards Wang Shusheng.

Let Ning Que hold an iron knife and enter a foot in front of him. In addition to the few Mingzong strongmen and Ye Hongyu in the world today, who can be his opponent?

Wang Shusheng Li Xiao screamed and raised the pen in front of him.

Pen break.

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

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

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Wang Shusheng became much older in a very short period of time. He looked at the half-cut pen he was holding in his hand, and he looked a little sad, because he still didn't want to understand.

He is very confident in his realm of Taoism, and believes that even in the battle before Yan Se's death, it is not far behind his realm, so why can his disciples overcome themselves?

Why can Ning Que ignore his big splash?

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

Ning Que thought about it and said, "Probably because ... you can't win me."

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

At this time ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ came a voice from the side of the temple.

There is no emotion in this voice, but everyone who hears it must believe it, because the speaker speaks for granted, because her words are heavenly.

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

Sang Sang walked to the temple with his hands on his back, did not look at Wang Shusheng in the pool of blood, looked up at the dark cloud in the sky, and said, "Ji Yun's means are good, but this cloud is dirty."

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(Yunyun helped me calculate an account yesterday. If this month requires 200,000, starting today, he will write an average of 7,200 words a day. He is very worried about this. I am not worried because I decided to take the college entrance examination The students will work together and we will succeed!

Here I wish all the students who participated in the college entrance examination all the best, and then as I repeated every year in June, I sincerely hope that you will not see what I said, because it means that you are not playing online ... Finally, my family Sang is so cute, tomorrow is also two chapters. ) (To be continued ...)