110 A Black Blossom on the Back of the Lad (2/2)

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The feeling of poking on the umbrella... was a little slippery, sticky, and disgusting.

Yan Suqing stared at the place where the fingertips touched the surface of the black umbrella as fear surged out from deep of his heart. His body trembled violently and his face became extremely pale in an instant—he was shocked to find, what had surged out with the fear, was his inner Psyche Power, as well as the Qi of Heaven and Earth he had moved with his Psyche Power.

The Big black umbrella, like the deepest and most indefinite night, would devour all the light!

Yan Suqing had not expected he should be driven to such a state by an ordinary person and a seemingly ordinary big black umbrella, but he knew he had been forced to the edge of the cliff of death!

He did not withdraw his Sword Intent, because when the night was invaded by daylight, there must be a winner, either day won or night won. At around sunrise and sunset, no one could leave ahead of time!

Then a shrill and bitter whistle spurted out from between his lips. A most powerful strength finally broke out from this cultivator who had hidden amongst the common folk for more than a decade. He used the most frightening speed to stimulate his Psyche Power, which was then scattered all over his body through the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi. All the Breath of Nature that could be interacted with in the small lakeside house was mobilized and condensed in front of his finger, which was transformed to Sword Intent poking towards the black umbrella!

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The cultivator's high-handed strength of sword was passed from the surface of the umbrella to its handle, which was then passed to Ning Que's hand holding the handle of the umbrella. He lowered his head to keep the umbrella stable with his left hand and his shoulder. Listening to the broken sound from his carpus and feeling the terrible force his body had to bear, he tightly bit his teeth to stand fast.

At this time, he was like a soldier of Tang Empire, dragging the podao behind with the big black umbrella as a shield, who was fighting in a decisive battle on the forefront of the grassland, desperately resisting the brutal attack from barbarians on the other side of the shield. He was not allowed to retreat, which would cause a collapse of 500 kilometers. Anyone from the frontier army of Tang Empire would have such a sense of discipline and courage!

At present, all his spirits and strength were concentrated on the handle of the umbrella to resist the Sword Intent that Yan Suqing condensed with all his cultivation. In addition, he faintly felt that something precious in his body was constantly flowing away along the umbrella into the inner part of its surface, so his right hand simply could not lift the podao behind him.

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The fingers were on the surface and Ning Que was on the opposite side. It was unknown how long that fatal deadlock had lasted. Qi of Heaven and Earth surged from inside the lakeside small house and condensed in front of Yan Suqing's fingers to form a very short and sharp sword stabbing at Ning Que.

All seemed to have felt the intense atmosphere on the spot, be it the flying bamboo leaves or the freezing mist.

Yan Suqing uttered a light hum, veins emerging from his pale face which then vanished in a flash.

The big black umbrella retreated for an inch.

The handle of the umbrella slipped away from the part between the thumb and the index finger of Ning Que's left hand and hit his forehead with force. The extremely sharp sword had finally succeeded in penetrating the big black umbrella to a slight extent and poked into the part the umbrella handle had just collided with.

”Puff!” Blood sprayed out from Ning Que's mouth and nose, which later spread along the edge of the gauze mask and drenched his tender face.

On the other side, blood also started to drip down from the corner of Yan Suqing's eyes, where the essence of his spirit gradually dispersed, for he had overused his Psyche Power and thus was on his way of burnout.

At present, the decisive element was who could stick it out for a longer time.

The handle of the big black umbrella pressed down on Ning Que's chest like a mountain. Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose non-stop. His gauze mask was totally drenched with blood which continued to drip along the edge of his gauze mask down his shoes.

He raised his head with much difficulty to look over the edge of the umbrella vacantly at the tea specialist on the opposite side of the umbrella. He realized that the skinny chin of Yan Suqing had grown gaunter with deep-set eyes on it. It seemed like he could barely hang on.

All of a sudden, Ning Que found the power from the handle was somewhat weakened!

Then he quickly raised his head and tightly held the handle with his left hand, pressing against the handle with his chest. And he forced himself to make a big stride ahead!

The big black umbrella, as solid as an indestructible shield, pushed Yan Suqing a step back!

A yell as shrill as that burst out from the mouth of cruel beasts when fighting on the grassland was roared by the lad, with which he collected all the remaining power in his body to lift up the podao dragging to the ground and fiercely hacked at his enemy!

With a cracking sound, the blade deeply chopped into the neck of Yan Suqing, which then continued to forge ahead with an unpleasantly horrible sound of cracking the bones and splitting the flesh, until it extruded from the other side of the enemy's body.

The head of Yan Suqing, the two eyes on which gazed incredulously at the lad behind the black umbrella, tilted and fell down from his neck. It bounced for several times on the ground and then rolled into the tea water which was still giving off heat.

The big black umbrella slowly fell down, while its handle was still tightly held in Ning Que's hand.

Ning Que gazed at the head on the ground with a hasty gasp and said, ”You're already accustomed to being a tea specialist instead of a sword master. You've forgotten to hire an escort servant.”

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Darkness before dawn was so heavy and Chang'an City was still quiet at the moment, without any pedestrians on the street or a single cat going on a night walk. A lad covered with blood ran out from a street stall in Southern City. He staggered ahead, and sometimes his feeble legs would fail to support him, and he would lose his balance and flop to the ground.

Blood continued to drip down along the edge of his gauze mask. He felt his eyesight blurred and his mind tangled. He even did not notice where he had reached. He was unsure whether it was because he had lost too much blood or something else.

”If I decide to kill you, then you'll be killed.”

Subconsciously he murmured, finding his way home.

The voice coming through the bloody and sticky mask sounded a bit twisted.

The alarm whistle he heard previously reminded him to leave this place as quickly as possible. His little remaining sense told him that the government had been alerted, and the Yulin Royal Guards would be deployed by the local government. If so, he would have no choice but to die.

Therefore, he continued to run on wildly on the Vermilion Bird Avenue that he had failed to recognize.

The black umbrella tied to his back was bounced upwards, and unfurled slowly.

The young avenger covered with blood.

An evil spirit crawled out of hell.

A black lotus blooming on his back.

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