911 Splash-Ink And Dirty Clouds (2/2)
The air in the fog was twisted.
The Haoran Qi covered every inch of his skin, but still not enough to completely isolate the Talisman Intent. With his clothes broken, small wounds appeared on Ning Que's body, and the blood was turned into mist the moment it bled out.
Surrounding by the faint blood mist, Ning Que kept running and slashed his sword at the Splash-Ink.
Every time the sword fell, the Splash-Ink became lighter, and a clear sword mark appeared on the gray clouds above the palace, revealing the blue and clear sky.
The Sage of Calligraphy raised his eyebrows slowly, and the strands of white hair that were cut off by Ning Que's Divine Talismans previously were dancing in the wind.
The Sage of Calligraphy knew that Ning Que had cultivated Haoran Qi and realized that the kid had already gone mad. However, he still felt that Ning Que was seeking his demise because the s.p.a.ce in the Splash-Ink had been twisted. Even though Ke Haoran rose from death, it was still impossible to burst through the mist, let alone Ning Que. It was because the s.p.a.ce represented the power of the rules.
Since Ning Que was seeking his demise, the Sage of Calligraphy decided to help him seal his fate.
A vigorous Psyche Power enveloped the entire palace, and the scope of the ink splashed farther and farther. The faint mist filled the square in front of the hall, gradually submerging the flower tree in the corner of the Imperial City.
Ning Que rushed into the Splash-Ink, and countless clear sounds rang out, which was caused by the winter winds that were stirred by Ning Que's body cutting through the twisted s.p.a.ce and chaotic Talisman Intent in the Splash-Ink.
Even winds could be cut through, let alone a sword or a person.
The flower tree in the corner of the Imperial City couldn't bear the Talisman Intent and lost several branches.
Ning Que kept running, completely ignoring the horrible black mist.
The he ran out of the mist and appeared before the Sage of Calligraphy.
The twisted s.p.a.ce and chaotic Talisman Intent in the mist did not kill him. Apart from the broken clothes and small wounds in the very beginning, he did not even suffer any new wound.
The flower tree in the corner of Imperial City was unscathed.
Looking at Ning Que before him, the Sage of Calligraphy frowned silently.
The Sage of Calligraphy found the matter obscured and unreasonable.
Although the Tang People were indeed unreasonable, and the Academy was even more infamous for being unreasonable.
However, the whole matter was just extremely unreasonable.
Ning Que was no longer prepared to reason things out. When the Sage of Calligraphy called the Tang people unreasonable in their previous conversation, they had talked about the matter and didn't need another round of debate.
He lifted the heavy iron sword and slashed it toward the Sage of Calligraphy.
Ning Que was just one chi away from me holding his sword. I bet n.o.body could compete with him in this world except for a few powerhouses from Light's Doctrine and Ye Hongyu.
The Sage of Calligraphy shouted out and put the brush pen athwart his chest.
The brush pen broke.
The Sage of Calligraphy was blown away and hit against the pillar of the main hall, spitting lots of blood.
After all, he was just the Sage of Calligraphy, not Sage of Sword.
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The Sage of Calligraphy looked much older in a very short period of time. He looked at the half-broken brush pen he held in his hand and was a little stunned, for he still didn't understand what had just happened.
The Sage of Calligraphy was very confident in the state of his Fu Tao and believed that his state was very close to Yan Se'sstate. How could Yan Se's disciple defeat me?
Why did Ning Que ignore my Splash-Ink?
Staring at Ning Que, he asked, ”Why?”
Ning Que thought about it and answered, ”Maybe it's because…you can't defeat me.”
The Sage of Calligraphy didn't understand and continued to ask, ”Why can't I defeat you?
At this point, a voice came from the side of the hall.
The voice had no emotions, but convinced all of the people hearing it that what she said was totally right, for she sounded so naturally.
”Because I don't want you defeating him.”
Walking to the square in front of the hall with hands behind back, Sangsang ignored Sage of Calligraphy lying in a pool of blood. She looked up at the gray clouds in the sky and said, ”Your means of collecting clouds is quite good, but the clouds are too dirty.”
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