Nightfall Chapter 50: Break the cage with one knife

Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 50, Breaking the Cage with One Sword

The drapery was lifted, and the wind came in with snow flakes. The small fire formed by burning yellow and unknown things shrank suddenly and seemed to be extinguished. The temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the mouth and nose of the deserted mother and child covered with leather mattresses The moisture spit out instantly turned into white mist, but he didn't seem to wake up immediately.

The three black deacons of the Temple Adjudication Division silently looked at the mother and son of the deserted person under the dark flames. Listening to these two long breaths, they walked forward slowly, and the hands trapped in the black sleeves stick out.

Suddenly the leather mattress was lifted, and the barren woman had a small crossbow out of her hands. She aimed at the black deacon in front and pulled the crossbow machine. It turned out that she had already woken up, just waiting A chance for a surprise attack.

With a swish, a sharp crossbow arrow shot in front of the black deacon.

The black deacon's sleeves rolled up like a dark cloud.

After the crossbow arrow entered the sleeve cloud, it instantly disappeared without a trace, and did not know where it went.

Immediately afterwards, the depth of the black cloud on the sleeves of the deacon of the adjudication department lit up, and a very narrow and very thin Taoist sword pierced the flames on the faint fire under the control of extremely superb thought power. Stabbed to the chest of the deserted woman.

However, for unknown reasons, the body of the ridiculous woman suddenly leaned forward, and the narrow sword did not pierce her chest, but flew over her shoulder.

The leather robe on the woman's shoulders was torn at the tip of the sword, and a very shallow wound appeared on the dark skin inside. The injury was not too serious, as if her skin was harder than steel.

The three deacons of the ruling division noticed the weirdness in the tent, and their thoughts fluctuated sharply. Two of them looked into the dark corner with gloomy eyes. The previous black deacon, with his left hand sticking out his sleeve With a volley, he dragged the ridiculous little boy who had just woke up and was still ignorant to his feet, recalled the Taoist sword, and pierced the little boy's throat silently and without hesitation. .

The deserted woman was knocked down to the ground. Although the trauma was not serious, the strange power attached to the sword made her weaken suddenly, seeing her child about to be nailed to the ground by the narrow sword , But there was no way to rescue him, and he couldn't help but let out a howl of pain and sadness like a dying mother animal.

With a sound, the narrow and sharp stalkless sword directly penetrated the ground softened by the fire and turned into a very thin round black hole, disappearing.

The ridiculous little boy was not dead—just as the Dao Sword pierced downward, as if an invisible hand grabbed the little boy’s shoulders and dragged him away abruptly.

The black deacon slowly turned his head, and like the two companions, silently looked towards the dark corner of the tent. Before, they had only heard two breathing sounds, and did not expect that there were others in the tent. However, this At that time they were quite sure that there were other enemies, because they heard the long breathing sound from the corner.

Because the two people in the dark corner made them hear their own breathing.

Ning Que Yuguang noticed that at the previous moment, Mo Shanshan's right hand hanging by his side lightly moved, knowing that she had saved the ridiculous little boy, so he had more ideas about later things. grasp.

Mo Shanshan looked at the three men with their faces hidden in the shadows of the black hats at the tent, and looked at their dark and heavy coats hanging down to their feet. Naturally, he thought of the most annoying Xiling Temple. The institution that hates or fears, frowned slightly and said: "Are you the deacon of the adjudication department?"

The three black deacons did not nod their heads, did not answer, but silently looked at her and Ning Que. Because of the angle of light, they could not see their eyes, but they could clearly feel the coldness and power in the silence. .

Mo Shanshan frowned even more. She could understand the shrine’s vigilance against the deserted person, but for the time being, she hadn’t figured out why the deacon of the adjudication department tried to punish the deserted mother and son without declaring it, thinking secretly. Could it be that this has a more important identity for the mother and son of Huangren, and will affect the major events of the temple?

As a bookworm who is one of the three idiots in the world, she will naturally not be as scared of the black deacon of the Judging Division like ordinary Haotian believers. Going deep into the wasteland was also an edict from the temple, and of course he would not choose to be hostile to the three ruling deacons.

To avoid possible misunderstandings, she decided to identify herself.

However, at this moment, the headed deacon in black asked first: "Are you from the Central Plains?"

The black deacon's voice is not hoarse or unpleasant, nor does it deliberately reveal a cold and strong meaning, but he often speaks calmly, but it makes people feel a bit chilly.

Mo Shanshan was startled slightly, and glanced at the mother and son of the deserted person who was guarded by Ning Que, thinking that he had guessed where the hostility of the ruling deacon came from, and gently explained: "Yes, but don't get me wrong. "

The black-clothed deacon led by the words was not finished yet, shook his head and said without emotion: "No misunderstanding."

The second black deacon said indifferently: "You are from the Central Plains, but you are with the desolate."

The third deacon in black said indifferently: "You didn't kill these two deserted people, then you are either a heresy who betrayed Haotian, or a remnant of the Demon Sect."

Headed by the black deacon calmly summed up: "So there is no misunderstanding, you **** it."

There is no pause between the sentences of the three black deacons, the connection is very natural and smooth, as if they have been said countless times, or to prove that these few inferences seem to them to be natural, so No need to think.

Ning Que was a little amazed at the cross talk skills of the deacon of the adjudication department, thinking that when he saw Prince Longqing, the chief judge of the adjudication department, in Chang'an, why was it not so interesting?

He couldn't help but laughed, looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "I said no one would believe it, but you didn't believe it."

Then he looked at the three black deacons and said: "If you want to go to the adjudication department to be a deacon, do you have to recite your previous lines? Speaking of which, it is really difficult to cooperate so well. "

The tone of his speech is serious, so it sounds funny.

The three deacons of the Temple Adjudication Division came to the depths of the wasteland and wanted to kill some deserted people, including the deserted mother and son in the tent, whether they were for the glory of Haotian, or for the peace and prosperity of the Central Plains, or For the sake of the shrine’s legacy, in short, these deacons think that killing is a serious matter.

However, Ning Que is good at making funny things serious, and he is also good at making serious things funny. Therefore, the three black deacons felt that their faith had been humiliated as never before, and were very angry.

The black hat covers the face and the burning eyes cannot be seen, but the slightly trembling black clothes and the sharp fluctuations in the vitality of the world in the tent prove the anger of the deacons and the fact that they are about to shoot.

Mo Shanshan looked at the three black deacons expressionlessly and said, "We can explain."

The headed black deacon's voice said without emotion: "Catch it with your hands and explain it again."

As soon as the voice fell, the black-clothed deacon took a step forward, with thin and pale hands sticking out of his sleeves, and covering the top of Ning Que's head condescendingly. Numerous beams of extremely fine light golden light spouted from his pale fingertips. After that, an instant like a birdcage was formed, locking Ning Que's body in it.

From the appearance of the three deacons of the adjudication department, Mo Shanshan's face still didn't have much emotion, because she believed that even if there was a misunderstanding, she and Ning Que could not suffer. However, at this time, she saw the black clothes. The pale golden light spit out from the deacon’s fingers, he couldn't help but be surprised, and said: "Fan cage?"

Fan cage Dao method is one of the profound Dao methods of the Haotian Dao. It is the secret of the ruling division. It is said that the Fan cage Dao method performed by the ruling **** seat is close to a magical technique. This forcibly changes the subtle direction of the heavens and the earth, thereby controlling The temple Dao of the opponent's activity space, once it is successfully used, it can deal with the powerhouse whose realm exceeds the two ranks of the player!

Seeing that the black-clothed deacon easily performed the Fan Cong Dao Law, Mo Shanshan was sure that the other party must be an important figure in the adjudication department, and frowned and reminded: "Don't resist."

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The surface of the light drifted away with an extremely pale golden color, just like the flowing fire at the peak of the twilight in the Southern Central Plains. Ning Que looked at these thin lines that were so ugly and clear to the naked eye not far from him, and there was an extreme in his heart. With a weird feeling, I always feel that these lines are not real. However, I can clearly perceive that the vitality of the world around my body is divided into many tiny blocks, which is very dangerous.

He has always been very cautious about methods that are temporarily incomprehensible. Hearing Mo Shanshan’s reminder, he did not choose to take action immediately. He was just a little puzzled about the principle of space control Dao. If it is a cage formed by dividing space, Then if it is directly cast on the enemy, wouldn't it be possible to cut the opponent into countless pieces of flesh and blood?

The deacon of the adjudication division did not do this, certainly not because of the kindness of the people in the temple, but because he could not do it at all, then it means that this cage is not a real spatial Tao... The Dao Fa that controls the real space must already be above the five realms, where can it be so easy to encounter.

Ning Que looked at the fine lines close at hand, with his excellent perceptual acuity, trying to see clearly the structure between these lines, and gradually discovered that the original Fanlong Dao Fa is not dividing the space, but affecting The vitality of heaven and earth fluctuates, forming countless small turbulences around him.

The turbulent flow of vitality waits if the wooden fence of the cell looks indestructible, and there may be many thorny nails hidden on it. If you push it forcibly, all your hands may be stabbed with blood.

Because of these things, Ning Que's silence in Fan Cong Dao Fa even seemed a little dull, but it didn't mean that he decided to get rid of it. He just wanted to have more opportunities to observe, but he did not know the temple ruling. Secretary’s acting style is really similar to his fighting style......

Before confirming that the enemy is completely incapable of counterattack, the deacons of the Judgment Division will never give up. The black deacon raised his head slightly, and the fire light reflected a pale and calm face, with a low drink. Light was suddenly illuminated between the thin white hands, and a dim phantom blasted towards Ning Que's chest and abdomen trapped by Fan.

The practitioner’s orifices of the snow-capped mountains, air and sea are there. Once they are compacted, they are very likely to be destroyed. The dim shadow of the black deacon obviously possesses extremely powerful power.

Looking at this scene, Moshan Mountain Qing Ruodong Lake's eyes finally flashed an anger.

But she didn't have time to shoot.

Because Ning Que shot first.

A very bright and stunning knife light flashed, illuminating the dim tent. Before this knife light, whether it was the small fire that was extinguishing, or the golden wire cage between the hands of the black deacon, it changed. It's extremely bleak.

Piao Dao's blade slashed at the front of the cage. The sharp blade touched the light gold lines, and it sneered, as if it was about to be melted. Seeing that the blade would be eroded by those light gold lines, it was long and thin. The long-silent dense runes on the knife surface suddenly lit up!

A biting rune force spouted from the blade, and easily defeated the supernatural power of the supernatural power contained in the black-clothed deacon Fan Cong Dao Fa, and cut the seemingly powerful light gold lines Cut to smash!

Thousands of extremely subtle and very crisp cracking sounds rang out almost at the same time, like thousands of barbarian glockenspiel being broken at the same time, and like thousands of iron centipede kites breaking at the same time.

Papa Papa...

The thousands of golden threads of the Fan Cong Dao Fa were blown into chaos by the wind of the sword, drifting away everywhere, without any power.

The reason for this situation is not because the fan cage Dao practitioner of the Temple Adjudication Division has a false name, but the black deacon is not enough to display the real cage. It's not that Ning Que suddenly jumped into the upper realm of Dongxuan without being confused, but because his simple sword and the runes on the sword were made by the two brothers of Hou Shan.

The master passed on the wisdom and realm of the disciples. How can an important unknown person in the Judgment Division be comparable?

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Breaking the cage with a knife is only the beginning.

Ning Que is more absolute than the adjudication division. Once he starts to do it, he will rarely stop without life or death.

So I broke the blade of the cage and chopped the gold thread into flakes. Without a moment of hindrance, he came to the deacon in black.

The light of the knife illuminates the pale face of the black deacon.

An extremely fine silver needle pierced his eyeball at some point, leaving only the tail gleaming.

The black deacon has no time to cry out, and too late to be shocked by the delicate control of the heaven and earth vitality by the young man opposite, he only had time to find that his newly condensed mind was dissipated by the sharp pain in his brain.

Then he was chopped into two pieces by the knife light that was diagonally downward.

The two bodies have not separated for the time being, only a clear blood line.

Die simply and neatly.

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The second deacon in black retreats swiftly, waving his hands in front of him, revealing a brilliant line.

Ning Que abandoned the knife, shrank like an ape and jumped up, avoiding the dangerous lines, and jumping over the opponent.

A touch of clothes fell.

Ning Que stretched out his hands, grabbed the black deacon’s face with his fingertips, and kicked his knees toward the opponent’s breastbone like lightning.

With a crisp sound, the black deacon's breastbone is broken.

Through the forward pounce, the two fell on the snow outside the tent.

Ning Que twisted his cervical spine with a wrong hand.

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The pale hands of the third deacon in black have quietly come to Ning Que's back, the palms of his hands are radiant, like a fierce burning flame.

Ning Que ignored it.

The flame-like brilliance in the palm of this black deacon's hand instantly turned into a real flame.

More than just hands.

Under the black clothes, the whole body of the deacon burned.

It instantly becomes coke.

In an instant, it will become fly ash.

The black deacon's uniform was no longer supported, and it slowly fell to the ground.

Ning Que looked back at Mo Shanshan and smiled, walked back to the tent and picked up the Pudao on the ground.

The body of the black-clothed deacon who died first was slowly separated at this time, blood gushing out like a flood, and slowly flowing out of the tent, turning the white snow on the field red with blood.

I don't know when, the clouds in the sky have dispersed again, and the stars are clear.

The sky and the earth are pale.

Mo Shanshan's face is also a little pale.

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(Finally finished a paragraph, I started to write when I got home, I feel a lot of recovery, I hope you like it, I feel that this sentence is like what the singer said...)