The ground on the front floor of Taoshan Mountain was shaking violently, and the first martial arts master of the Golden Tent King's Court finally took action. His reaction was not slower than that of the national teacher, Qi Nian and others. However, because he was practicing martial arts, it took some time to pounce in front of Ning Que like a tiger, so he arrived a little later.

It doesn't matter how sooner or later it comes, because you still have to retreat. Ning Que listened to the roar of breaking through the air behind him, flipped his wrist, and the dark blade body turned back from his shoulders, hitting Leb's fist.

Previously, Lob's fist collided with the iron rod in Tang Xiaotang's hand countless times. You should know that the seemingly crude iron rod was a holy object of the Demon Sect. He greeted him with bare hands, but there was no break on his fist. You can imagine how terrifying his martial arts cultivation was. However, when he met the Iron Knife, he heard a sound of a click. Lob howled like a wounded tiger, his wrist bones were broken, and his strong body was shocked and then flew heavily to the ground.

At this time, the attacks of the people from the South China Sea and the priests of the Xiling Temple finally arrived. Only the sword roar was heard on the front floor of Taoshan Mountain. Hundreds of sword lights flew at high speed, slashing towards Ning Que's body like a heavy rain.

Everyone in the field knew that Ning Que must be killed in the shortest time to prevent him from shooting the second arrow, so he really fought with all his life and death, and came one after another. However, because of the difference in the level of practice, the order of attacks was divided. From this point of view, the National Master of Jinzhang, the Seven Nian of the Buddha Sect, and Zhao Nanhai were the ones with the deepest level of practice in the field. Leb was slightly inferior, and the rest of the people waited.

This does not mean that the final round of attacks is weaker than before, because there are too many people involved. Except for Liu Yiqing and the monk Guanhai of Lanke Temple, everyone's power is gathered.

If the dense sword rain is not easy to avoid even if it is good at body skills, Ning Que's sword technique was practiced on the Minshan wasteland, and he was extremely proficient. In addition, he learned the principle of one foot in front of the Nanjin Jiange from Ye Hongyu. Once it was used, the real rain would not wet his clothes, let alone the flying sword like rain.

What is shocking is that Ning Que did not choose to dodge, nor did he dance the light to protect his whole body. Except for the Taoist sword of an old priest in the South China Sea, he did not look at the other flying swords that attacked.

Hundreds of flying swords stabbed Ning Que's body, and from the outside, he seemed to have turned into a sting. However, in an instant, the hundreds of flying swords broke inch by inch and fell at Ning Que's feet like rotten straw!

Most of the coming Taoist swords could not even pierce the divine lights that permeated him. Even the few Taoist swords in the Xiling Temple and the people in the South China Sea could only pierce his clothes at most, touching his skin, losing all his power and being shaken off in an instant!

After Ning Que practiced Haoranqi, his body was as strong as iron. At this time, his body was filled with the powerful Haotian divine power. He then used the way of Haoranqi to spread the divine power all over his body with the inner and outer penetration, and even like gold and jade. He was even close to the immortal realm of the Demon Sect. Where can ordinary flying swords be injured?

The broken sword fell down and piled up half a foot on the ground. It looked like the red and yellow fallen leaves on the front floor of Taoshan Mountain. A small hill was piled up on the slightly cold ground, and Ning Que stood in it.

Looking at the scene in front of the altar, everyone felt chill, especially the strong men whose natal Taoist sword was shattered by him, were extremely desperate.

Today, the Xiling Temple held a light festival. There were at least twenty practitioners in the Zhiming Realm on the front floor of Taoshan, and there were even peerless masters like the head of Xiling, the seven thoughts of the Buddha Sect, and the Jinguan Master. It can be said that more than half of the top combat power in the world were all in the field. However, such a formation was broken by Ning Que!

Under the siege of the powerful, he had no time to use the Yuan Thirteen Arrow again. There was no extremely terrifying divine talisman in the rumor. He defeated all the powerful people in the world with just one iron knife!

Ning Que was once considered by the world as the weakest in history by the cultivation world. However, today, who dares to say that he is weak? Who is still qualified to say that he is weak? Who can be stronger than him?

Why? Because he endured the apocalypse? Why can he accept Haotian's divine power? Even if he really cultivated to the fifth level, he is not a believer in Haotian, so why isn't he supported himself to death by the mighty divine power of Haotian?

Everyone was shocked and speechless, and countless question marks kept echoing in their hearts.

At this moment, Ning Que inserted the iron knife deep into the ground and then held the iron bow.

A few loud shouts and exclamations sounded on the front plaza of Taoshan.

Ning Que's iron sword is so powerful. How terrifying would it be if he was asked to use the Yuan Thirteen Arrow?

It is impossible for people to allow such a picture to happen. Whether or not they were injured, everyone launched a fierce attack on Ning Que again, and the heaven and earth on the front floor of Taoshan were in chaos!

As before, the strongest people with the deepest realm are the first to react.

The great priest of the national master of the Golden Tent's Treasure Ding looked solemn. The color of the wooden tripod in his hand suddenly became darker. At some point, a layer of light snow frost was covered with.

The national master's powerful thought power, as deep as the sea, was amplified by the blessing of the wooden tripod, and turned into a icy and extremely cold wave, mixed with the resentment of the sacrifices of countless grassland sacrifices, attacking Ning Que from the air!

He firmly believed that even if Ning Que had the blessing of Haotian's divine power, he would inevitably be in trouble before his attack on the cold and cold power that had paid a huge price. However, what he did not expect was that this mental power disappeared as soon as it was released, and it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he could never find where he went!

This mental attack was cut off by an invisible force!

What kind of power can cut off the power of thought!

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Almost at the same time, Qi Nian also used his most powerful Buddhist sect method.

Qi Nian is a monk from Hanging Temple. He is as famous as Ye Su, the Buddhist sect in the world. Since the strange signs came from the sky in the wasteland twenty years ago, he has been gossiping and practicing meditation with compassion and perseverance.

This practice lasted for more than ten years, and no one had heard him speak again. Even on the banks of Chang'an Snow Lake, facing the 23-year-old cicada of the Demon Sect leader who had hidden in the forest, he did not speak.

It was not until the autumn rain in Lanke Temple a few years ago that Ning Que and Sangsang were about to enter the Buddha's chessboard, and the second gentleman of the academy, Jun Mo, broke the temple, and finally broke his silent meditation and said the word "Qi"!

It was this word "Qi" that caused the ancient bell of Lanke Temple to break. Jun Mo was forced to leave his back to Ye Su, and the iron sword was thrown away. You can imagine how powerful the Buddhist monk's silent cunning was.

Now that several years have passed, Qi Nian's closed mouth has become more and more powerful. He opened his lips slightly, and as the autumn wind blows, a clean white lotus emerges between his lips and teeth!

This person actually cultivated the Buddhist chant into a physical body!

This is even more incredible than the immovable statue of the King of Kings he practiced!

The clean white lotus floated away from his lips and left towards Ning Que.

No one knows what kind of power this white lotus will trigger when it attacks Ningque.

Ning Que didn't know, and he didn't want to know either.

People on the front ping of Taoshan want to know, but they can’t.

Because this white lotus containing infinite Buddha's chants did not float in front of Ning Que's body, it was not far from Qi Nian's lips and teeth, and it cracked into countless residual petals in the air in front of his face!

What kind of power can cut the Buddha's chanting lotus into pieces so quietly!

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Zhao Nanhai's Haotian Divine Light attacked Ning Que.

The holy pillar of light condensed by divine light was cut off less than three feet away from his index finger.

As Loeb shouted loudly, he seemed to be injured tiger and pounced on Ning Que again.

He only walked three steps forward and more than ten deep wounds appeared on his body.

The thought was beheaded!

The white lotus was beheaded!

Haotian Divine Light was killed!

The strongest body is also easily cut!

There seemed to be countless powers hidden in the air around the altar.

Those powers are extremely sharp and can kill everything in the world.

What kind of power is that can be so terrifying?

The broken divine light was sprayed miserably everywhere, and the Buddha's thoughts released by the broken white lotus twisted the light, and the blood on Loeb's body was like a waterfall. Among the divine light, there were lines looming.

Those powers come from these lines.

These lines seem messy, but in fact, every two are in a group, which is exactly the word Yi!

In the air in front of the altar, dozens of characters slowly appeared.

This is Ning Que's most powerful magic talisman!

This is the divine talisman that cuts the flesh and blood of the Guanzhu in Chang'an City!

No one saw how he used talismans because no one knew that when he slashed his iron sword, he was not only writing talismans to retreat to the enemy, but also writing talismans.

Each knife mark is a line, and two swords are a talisman.

Characters!

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Before the altar, there are characters floating.

No one dares to attack Ning Que. No matter how proud and powerful the practitioners are, they dare not be arrogant when facing these simplest words. The master's lessons from the past are not far away.

People were shocked and speechless, not only because Ning Que used the magical means of sword script talismans, but also because he actually wrote so many divine talismans in such a short time!

Master Fu requires talent, not everyone can do it, but characters like Qi Nian naturally understand some basic principles of Fu Dao. If writing words is used to describe writing talismans, then Master Fu's mind power is the ink used for writing runes, and writing a magic talisman requires even more unimaginable.

No matter how powerful the divine talisman master is in the world of cultivation, even the divine talisman master at Master Yan Se’s level cannot write so many divine talismans in such a short time!

Ning Que did it, and he didn't even need meditation to restore his mind. How did he do it?

The character Yi fluttered in front of Taoshan Mountain, countless leaves fell and then shattered, countless screams sounded, countless people broke their legs and lost their heads, Qi Nian and others looked solemn and did not dare to step forward.

The iron arrow has been turned and the iron bow is bent.

Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him and felt that he returned to the storm of Chang'an City last winter. The divine power of the Heavenly Revelation received was like the infinite power given to him by Chang'an City.

With this power, he can do things that many people cannot imagine and write many Taoist talismans. Even when facing the viewer, he is full of confidence, and this feeling is very good.

This feeling is called invincible.

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(Today I will only have one chapter, I am in a bad state and can’t write it clearly, and I will have three chapters tomorrow.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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