1053 Countless Pairs Of Hands (2/2)

Then they yelled together like thunder because they were shocked by what they had just witnessed. And they were also expressing their support for the Academy and Mr. Thirteen.

The clear blue sky was again pierced by a straight thread of condensation clouds, as if the iron arrow had torn the Qi of Heaven and Earth, or even Heaven and Earth itself. But actually the iron arrow created its own path between Heaven and Earth, neither in Heaven nor on Earth. It was a path of a seamless talisman!

The arrow of talisman was the talisman of arrow. Ning Que targeted this talisman at the far away Chengjing.

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In the Chengjing City of Yan Kingdom, snow kept falling. The dark clouds kept producing the purest snowflakes and blue bolts shone from deep inside the layers of clouds. Some bolts pierced the clouds and hit the bare fields together with the snow flakes.

It was a combination of thunder in the winter and snowstorms in the summer.

It was nothing unusual for snowstorms to happen in this season. But bolts were rarely seen. They seemed spooky and horrifying, or carried some massive power.

Long Qing whisked off the snow on his shoulders and looked toward the layers of dark clouds outside the city. He looks through the snow flakes to somewhere high above, and seemed solemn.

He vaguely saw a piece of indigo cloth flying by. But the snowstorm and bolts were too heavy for him to tell whether it was real or his illusion.

There was a vague figure flying high through the snow storm and almost hit by several bolts. It seemed extremely dangerous and shocking.

This time Long Qing was certain that it was real because the figure had come to the city wall of Chengjing, and he could even smell the burned odor.

The Eldest Brother's cotton-padded gown was burned by the bolts in the clouds. If he was not able to react instantly he would have been killed by the bolts. Though he was able to escape, he looked miserable with his cotton-padded gown torn and blood gushing out. It was not handsome at all.

Long Qing got slightly stiff. The snowflakes around were suddenly swept. He made a grasp in the snow and the darkest peach blossom bloomed in his right hand, guarding in front of him.

In the capital of Song, Mr. First did not attack him because of the Drunkard as well as the Arcane Tome. Although he still had the Arcane Tome he knew that Li Manman would attack. It was so obvious. Mr. First had risked his life to get out of the Distanceless and landed on the city wall of Chengjing. He was definitely up to something.

As Long Qing had expected, the Eldest Brother flew to the city wall and pounded his head with a very ordinary cudgel.

Long Qing did not dare to slack. He reached out to the cudgel with the black natal peach blossom in his right hand, and was prepared with the remaining for the Arcane Tome of the Sand in his left hand.

This seemingly ordinary cudgel was actually very renowned. It was a discipline cudgel the Headmaster made when he established the Academy. It was made to discipline the naughty students. When the Headmaster left for the Divine Kingdom, the cudgel was passed to the Eldest Brother.

The cudgel was used to keep the Abbey Dean away in the South Sea for decades. It killed the former emperor of the Yuelun Kingdom in the fields at Cong Ridge. Since it was designed for disciplining the students, how could any student escape? No one could get away from it.

Long Qing knew he could never escape from the cudgel, therefore he had to take it with his natal peach blossom. He had the psyches and souls of thousands of Taoist cultivators in him at the moment. In terms of quantity, he was undoubtedly invincible in the world. But when facing Mr. First's cudgel, he could not afford to slack. He applied all his strength without hesitation.

The cudgel fell onto the peach blossom. The peach blossom withered. The master and the disciples from the Academy had never been nice to the peach blossoms of Taoism. The Headmaster used to chop all the peach blossoms on Peach Mountain. And his follower came today.

Long Qing turned extremely pale. The inconspicuous scar became extremely distinct and ferocious. His arms were trembling, and his feet sank into the city wall.

The black peach blossom was smashed. Relics of the blossom splashed around as if they were the embodiment of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Even the loose bricks on the city walls were smashed into the finest powders!

The Eldest Brother did not pause but disappeared in the stormy sky instead. He crossed the scary thunder and went after the indigo gown passed by earlier on.

Long Qing managed to keep calm, but could not hide the trace of fear in his eyes. He knew that the indigo gown he saw just now was not an illusion. Mr. First was chasing the Abbey Dean. He just randomly decided to give Long Qing an attack when he saw him on the city wall of Chengjing.

A random strike had forced him to apply all his strength. What if Mr. First had made a full strike? Would he still be able to take it?

While Long Qing was thinking, he did not realize that something more serious was approaching. The storm outside the city walls seemed to have stopped for a second.

An arrow came from Chang'an. An iron arrow came to Long Qing.

Long Qing's pale face suddenly flushed, as if the blood flow suddenly accelerated tremendously in his veins.

His blood started burning at that moment. Countless psyches of the former Taoist cultivators helped him to react as soon as possible.

Another black peach blossom bloomed in front of his chest. It was much smaller compared to the previous one, and crystal clear like a valuable gem. The petals shivered in the wind, fragile and adorable.

The seemingly fragile small black peach blossom was actually horrifying. It carried the immense power of extinction, as well as numerous alien psyches.

The iron arrow hit the shivering peach blossom.

There was a hole in Long Qing's chest created by Ning Que's Thirteen Primordial Arrows many years ago. The small and tender black peach blossom appeared right in the hole.

The black peach blossom was not his natal peach blossom, but his second life.

Long Qing was determined not to let Ning Que make another hole in his chest with this iron arrow.

The moment the black peach blossom blocked the iron arrow, his hands were already placed on the arrow in front of his chest.

The jet black iron arrow brought an unimaginable power. Long Qing's fingers got hold of the massive Qi of Heaven and Earth in the stormy Wilderness, but they could not control the arrow.

On the contrary, his hands were immediately torn and blood was about to drip.

When the first drop of blood was about to drip from the arrow, another pair of hands were placed onto the shaft. That was a pair of pale and inhuman hands.

They were also Long Qing's hands.

A vague human figure seemed to have appeared behind Long Qing. It was dim in the storm and could almost be wiped away by the wind instantly.

The second pair of hands could not stop the iron arrow. Long Qing howled. In the meanwhile, countless shadows appeared behind him in the storm. The shadows were very dim. No one could see them clearly under the sunlight. But they were for sure humans, and they all followed Long Qing's will.

Upon the chilling howls those shadows reached out their hands together toward the sword, like hungry ghosts hunting for food, or the sinful seeking for liberation.

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