1100 Come And Go (1/2)

When the Elder Brother arrived before this, Ning Que left without delay because he needed to bring the heavily injured Sangsang away from the scene. Now, he returned again without hesitation. But this was not a representation of him being indefinite, although he often called himself a vile person. He returned because he was aware of the predicament that Elder Brother was going to face. Under such circumstances, he had no choice but to return. Even after he returned to Chang'an, and ultimately won the battle, realizing the prayers of all, he would not be able to look at the world in peace if Elder Brother did not live to see them.

However, he did not expect his return to be too late. He did not get to hear what the Abbey Dean said, therefore he would not know what those words mean to the Drunkard. He also never imagined that such a grand cultivator like the Drunkard would be so shameless and cunning to attempt a sneak attack on Elder Brother.

Witnessing the Elder Brother bleeding, and the potted sword left in his body, he felt as if he was the one who was being stabbed. He was filled with wrath, and his eyes turned red due to the pain. How could he even bother about the cliff that was right before him?

He held the Drunkard and slammed it toward the cliff like a rock.

The Drunkard looked very pale. As a grand cultivator at the level of the distanceless state, one thing that he tabooed the most was to let martial art masters who were at the most advanced level or great dark skill practitioners like Ning Que Yu Lian to get close to him. However, he was locked by the sneak attack of Ning Que at the moment. How was he supposed to avoid the cliff that was directed to his face?

It was at the very last moment that this great cultivator who had been through the Ever Night, and was very experienced and knowledgeable on surviving skills, erupted a rare energy.

A loud hiss burst out between his lips, and the breath of nature in Tian Qi Mountain that was already extremely thin was summoned by his enormous psyche power, into the air in layers before him.

Every layer of the breath of nature was very thin, thinner than a piece of paper, but when innumerable layers of the breath were accumulated, like countless papers overlapping one another would render its thickness and mighty power.

The Drunkard summoned and rebuilt hundreds of layers of the breath of nature within such a short time. It might seem easy, but it actually demonstrated an unimaginably formidable state!

An invisible swamp suddenly appeared in front of the tough cliff.

Ning Que, holding the Drunkard, banged into the swamp like a flowing fire stone.

A loud sound echoed around the mountains. The collision was not very clear, so it did not sound like a Bang but sounded like a Buzz as though it was the sound of a heavy hammer hitting on a thick pile of paper.

If it was a thick rock, then it might be shattered by a hammer. But if it was a stack of papers, then it could not be crushed.

The Drunkard hummed, as blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, causing his chic beard to be wet.

Ning Que hummed too, as his face turned pale. He experienced a setback on his rib cage after being hurt by Long Qing outside the Rognon sea of the Yan territory. His rib cage fractured again, and the blood had drenched the clothes on his chest.

Neither of them died.

Web-like cracks appeared on the wall of the cliff, and two of them were in the middle of the web. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Ning Que stepped on the wall of the cliff with one foot, creating more concentrated cracks. Utilizing the immense anti-shock force, he then landed on the solid surface of rock along with the Drunkard's body.

Landing extremely fast!

At the same time, he strangled the Drunkard with both his arms and exerted his power as he vigorously hit on the back of Drunkard's head with his forehead, treacherously lifting his right knee and aimed at the Drunkard's perineum!

He was a master of hand-to-hand battle. He beat A Da to death, banged Hengmu to death and killed Long Qing by the riverside, all done with his bare hands. Apart from Ye Hongyu, no one was capable of being his opponent.

The question was, in terms of the state of cultivation, there was a big gap between him and the Drunkard. If it was a normal battle, he could not even get close to him, let alone attacking. Relying on the sneak attack and Elder Brother's natal, the natural stream magical finger, he got to lay aside with the Drunkard. How could he possibly let go of this chance?

As much as he cherished it, he did everything he could to make the Drunkard a dead man!

As they were falling on the ground which was hundreds of feet away from them, it was enough for him to strangle the Drunkard to death with his steel-like arm. Even if he could not, he would use his fists and beat the Drunkard to death.

The Drunkard screamed continuously, and the flagon in his left hand suddenly increased in size, blocking Ning Que's arm that was strangling him. He took out a sword from the flagon, and thrust it towards Ning Que at an unbelievable extent.

Ning Que's arm could not break the Drunkard's neck due to the blocking flagon. The flagon symbolized an immeasurable state. At the same time, he found his attack unable to reach the Drunkard's body!

All because of that d*mn sword.

Before today, people rarely knew that the actual natal item of the Drunkard was not the flagon, but the sword in it. And today, he finally used the sword, which had injured the Elder Brother badly with one attack, showing off its immense power.

The reflection of the swords glittered in between the cracks of the cliff, but it did not show any signs of criss crossing. They just seemed very sharp and weird. The razor-sharp sword's wills passed through the Drunkard's armpit and even between his legs, and headed towards Ning Que.

Ning Que attempted an attack towards the Drunkard's leg, but he was blocked by the sword. However, his forehead almost hit the back of the Drunkard's head. At the same time, the Drunkard's sword, once again, reached in an extremely peculiar way.

The Drunkard placed his sword horizontally as if he was trying to cut his throat, but the tip of the sword passed through his neck and accurately pierced between Ning Que's eyebrows.

Anyone would want to avoid it when they encountered a sword like this. It was an instinct to avoid the shadow of the sword that was approaching. However, Ning Que did not avoid it as his eyes were red, and he could not see a thing.

He ruthlessly slammed on the Dunkard's sword as if he did not even see it.

Along with a clear snap, the sword was broken.

Ning Que were covered with a pool of blood between his eyebrows as he was stabbed by the sword. This time, his eyes really gone red.

Although the sword formed a blockage, he successfully attacked the Drunkard at last, even though the remaining energy could not utterly smash the Drunkard's head into pieces.

The Drunkard roared ferociously due to the irresistible pain.

The roaring stopped as they landed on the ground.