535 Borrowing One Second from Brightness (1/2)
Chapter 535: Borrowing One Second from Brightness
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The buzzing sound caused by high-speed tremors kept ringing around the black horse carriage. Each buzzing sound represented a fierce flying sword. When Ning Que used his blade to hew away a flying sword, the fallen knights confirmed that Mr. Thirteen's Perception State of Qi of Heaven and Earth changes was very accurate. No matter how they hid the traces of their flying swords, they could not escape Ning Que's eyes. In a second, they extremely changed their tactics. They no longer tried to disguise their sword traces, but instead desperately poured out their Psyche Power so that each flying sword could unleash the greatest power.
However, for Ning Que, this tactic was meaningless. After he cultivated the Great Spirit, no matter the hardness or strength of his body, he was far beyond an ordinary cultivator. He moved fast around the black horse carriage and occasionally waved his knife, and the light of knife would shine in the autumn rain; then, a flying sword would bounce away.
No one, nor any sword, could reach the zone in front of him which was around 30cm long. This was Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword's powerful tactic, which was mentioned by Master Yan Se.
Ning Que did not just understand the knowledge of the 30cm long zone in front of him, but he also understood Liu Bai's Great River Sword Intent through Ye Hongyu's thin paper. Now his knife skill was more than simple and quick. It had a very strong and irresistible power. It also had the seemingly reasonable sword style which was actually very unusual.
No one was able to approach him, but he could approach others. The Great Spirit in his body spun at a high speed, constantly releasing its power. His right foot stepped on the muddy grass, splashing plenty of muddy water. He left a lingering image in the air, and instantly came to the front of a fallen knight.
With the sound of cutting flesh, his knife pierced deep into the fallen knight's thigh, and then he pulled it out like lightning. Then the Great Spirit turned again and he swept away 100 feet. Ning Que returned to the black horse carriage again.
At this time, a fallen knight commander glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que looked pale and felt that his sense of perception was shaking, as if a storm would happen within it. Then, he realized that this fallen knight commander was actually a rare Psyche Master.
There were few people in the world who a had stronger Psyche Power than Ning Que, especially when he had received the pieces of consciousness from Master Lotus before his death at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. After that, he became the Psyche Master's invincible opponent. Even Master Dao Shi of Xuankong Temple could not defeat him in the spiritual world, let alone this person.
Ning Que glanced at that fallen knight commander.
The stronger Psyche Power in his sense of perception directly counteracted that person's psychic attack.
The fallen knight commander suddenly became pale, and started to vomit. His vomit was a mixture of food in his stomach and blood. It spouted from his mouth and his nose. He looked extremely miserable.
In the battle, Ning Que's unusual and indescribable bodily movement greatly shocked the people present. It was acknowledged by all cultivators that Psyche Masters had the absolute advantage when battling with cultivators of the same state. However, Ning Que's simple glance left that fallen knight commander badly injured, which was more shocking to the people present, as it was beyond their imagination.
It was true that Ning Que was only at the peak of Seethrough Realm.
But he had too many unbelievable skills; the Youngest Uncle's Great Spirit, Liu Bai's sword style, the powerful fighter's body of the Devil's Doctrine, Lotus's sense and the skills of Master Yan Se's Talisman Taoism. Now, he was even beyond Invincible prior to Knowing Destiny; he almost had the Knowing destiny State's ability.
In other words, even when Ning Que faced an ordinary grand cultivator of the Knowing Destiny State, he would not fear, and he had a 40% chance to kill that cultivator with his knife.
However, these fallen knights did have considerable power, especially their great cooperation in battle. No matter their bodily movement or footwork, even their breath, all seemed to follow the same frequency.
Fighting with these fallen knights was like fighting with one man.
Whenever Ning Que was about to kill a person with his superhuman bodily movement, there were always flying swords coming from extremely dangerous and steep angles. Some people even directly blocked his attack with their arms to cover their companions. These fallen knights who were convicted by the West-Hill Divine Palace did not hesitate to die, as if they had a very noble character.
It was for this reason that since the start of the battle, Ning Que had injured several people in brief moments. However, except for that commander who was badly injured by Ning Que's Psyche Power, he could not make anyone else lose his fighting force.
Even so, Ning Que believed that he could kill all these people, or exhaust them, including that fallen knight who was at the peak of the Seethrough Realm, as long as he had enough time. However, he was clear that he was actually confronting that person at this time, and that peak Seethrough person had never struck out so far.
Long Qing struck out.
In his hand, a black peach flower grew.
From the black peach flower, a pure black invisible Taoist Sword was born.
The black Taoist Sword floated like a ghost in front of the Red Lotus Temple.
A sense of death gradually spread from the sword.
Feeling the sense of death, those fallen knights' spirits seemed to be filled with vitality. The flying swords were as dense as a light belt, and immediately locked Ning Que into the tiny area in front of the black horse carriage.
Ning Que also perceived the sense of death. Somehow, he felt a chill in the depths of his heart. He kept sensing that something terrible was about to happen and his body was tired because of this feeling.
In fact, long ago, Long Qing had already struck.
When Ning Que shot the seventh iron arrow, he waved his taoist robe and turned numerous autumn raindrops into a stone waterfall. He threw it toward the black horse carriage. Those black raindrops evaded the big black umbrella and fell into the carriage.
They fell onto Sangsang's body.
At this time, Sangsang's pale cheeks became strangely red, and her body temperature seemed to be extremely high. She coughed more severely, and she seemed to cough some spotted blood stains on her clothes.
Sangsang knew she was poisoned.
But she did not know how.
She knew that if she forcibly cast her Divine Skill at this time, then no one would know what would happen.
However, being aware of the terrifying sense of death that entered the carriage through the walls, and looking through the window at Ning Que who was struggling under the siege of the crazy fallen knights, she knew she had no choice.
Sangsang leaned on the side of the horse carriage and stood up with difficulty to open the skylight. Then she held the big black umbrella with both hands and opened it against the autumn rain that continued to fall from the sky.
She opened up a brightness.
The sacred Haotian Divine Light lightened the dark sky in the dark rain, and the grass in front of the Red Lotus Temple. It seemed that the rain stopped at this moment, and the sun appeared again.
Sangsang was on the top of the carriage, holding the big black umbrella with both hands. Countless rays of milky Divine Light jumped out of her body and then rushed from the big black umbrella to everywhere around the mountain.
Because of the closeness in their innermost heart, the fallen knights awakened from the aura of death. Looking at the familiar and fearful Divine Light, some of them recalled the identity of the girl dressed in a handmaiden costume and could not help but show fear and despair in their eyes.
They served Haotian in the West-Hill Divine Palace for several decades. The fear and devotion to Haotian had already been deeply implanted in their bones. Facing the Great Divine Priest of Light of the Divine Hall, facing the purest and most solemn Haotian Divine Light, how could they not fear?
When they began to fall and willingly dedicate their souls to Yama to seek survival and strength, they did not gain too much power to resist Haotian Divine Light. Instead, they were even more terrified!
Their faces were illuminated by the holy light and the look on their faces was extremely complicated. Some were confused, some were regretful, some were terrified, and some even cried in despair.
Long Qing's situation was relatively better.
He had deep faith in Haotian, but it was also easier for it to be temporarily erased on the spiritual level. However, the black sword extracted from the peach flower of his own life had become the primary target of Sangsang's Haotian Divine Light, because it had a dark aura.
That invisible pure black Taoist Sword groaned in pain. A green smoky cloud appeared on the sword and made sounds. It seemed that it would melt in the next moment, under the bright world.