Nightfall

The blade slid down Master Qi Mei"s back . At that moment, a light sound of blade carving bone could be heard . One could imagine what kind of pain Qi Mei was suffering .

However, there was no expression on his face – he was extremely calm . It seemed that what Ning Que"s podao was cutting was not his body, but tree bark on the banks of a stream . At the moment Ning Que"s podao was about to loosen, he turned around, fanning blood out into the air . He stretched out his hands and struck them out towards Ning Que"s face .

Ning Que did not know who this middle-aged monk was, so his first iron arrow was shot at Luo Kedi, whom he knew and was always cautious of . But since this middle-aged monk was standing by Luo Kedi – he must be a bigwig of Buddhism Sect or even – a man of strength similar to Master Boshu in Xuankong Temple .

Therefore, he fought him without holding back . Even when he had cut the middle-aged monk"s back with his podao, he did not relax his vigil . He had noticed that – although the podao had left a very cruel wound on the monk"s back – its power was eventually countered by the monk"s strange trembling defense . The blade had just cut his skin and flesh, but could not cut through the bone, nor did it hurt his internal organs .

As such, the middle-aged monk"s counterattack was within Ning Que"s expectations . He had already taken action when the two slender, branch-like palms were aimed at his face . The podao in his hands was lifted and cut horizontally from the left, slas.h.i.+ng again towards the monk"s body along with the majestic Great Spirit .

The blade emitted a shrill whistle as it cut through the air . Although this time it had made a clear sound, the power was not weaker than the first cut coming through the wall . The expression on Qi Mei"s face was more and more solemn, both of his palms, which were headed towards Ning Que"s face, suddenly spread out in the air and reached towards the side like a shepherd boy playing a flute . He was going to ward off the blade cutting towards his eyes .

Ning Que trembled slightly . He did not believe that this powerful middle-aged monk was an idiot . However, since he dared to grab his podao with bare hands, his hands were certainly not normal .

Looking through the gaps, his eyes caught the edge of the middle-aged monk"s hands, which were s.h.i.+ning with golden l.u.s.ter . He instantly thought of the old monk he met in the depths of the Wilderness . At that time, the old monk"s left hand had caught the first Primordial Thirteen Arrow Ning Que shot . That hand had been glowing with golden light and managed to crack the arrow .

Although Ning Que had recalled that scene, he did not believe this middle-aged monk could use one hand to catch his full-strength slash, infused with Great Spirit . The podao"s power did not diminish, but became even more fierce and cut straight towards the monk .

The pinkie of Master Qi Mei"s right-hand had collided with the blade, creating a slight sound . Ning Que only felt a strong force pa.s.sing through the body of his podao to the hilt and then into his palm .

With several slight sounds, Master Qi Mei"s fingers fell on the blade one after another as though he were playing the flute, which seemed elegant, but, in fact, was as fast as a flash of lightning .

When Master Qi Mei"s five right hand fingers all fell on the blade, the golden color covering his palm suddenly increased and – after a moment – disappeared, as though nothing had happened .

Five powerful forces poured into the strong, heavy blade of the podao, one with each finger, and attacked Ning Que"s body . The blade was buzzing and his body was trembling slightly .

Translucent water droplets, condensed from the Great Spirit, in Ning Que"s body seemed as if they had felt some kind of threat . Instead of waiting for the recall of Psyche Power, they spun sharply and transported endless power into his arms . That power turned his arms iron-like and continued along the hilt . Podao"s power had reached the extreme .

By now, the sharp blade was only a few inches away from Master Qi Mei"s cheeks, and it was also just then that his left hand had finally touched Ning Que"s podao .

Master Qi Mei"s left hand only had two fingers – thumb and forefinger . He only had seven fingers altogether . Once spread out, they were like seven green peaches, which was why he took Qi Mei as his Buddhist monastic name .

Although he only had two fingers, they were more useful and had more power than both hands of most people in the world . This had nothing to do with how many times one used them, but only with the firmness of his Zen mind and his past stories .

Master Qi Mei"s left thumb fell on the blade, without sustaining any wounds . He gently carried the blade like a bamboo flute – carefully and cautiously . His right hand – as if covering the tonal holes .

Just at the moment his thumb gently raised the blade, Ning Que felt a strong force, which was like a tide, several feet high, cras.h.i.+ng towards him along the podao"s body .

His body trembled violently: just like moss on rocks in the tide, without knowing when he would be washed away .

Master Qi Mei"s last finger also fell on the blade, on the opposite side of the thumb, and raised the other side of the blade . It still looked as if he was carrying a flute – gentle and calm .

At this moment, the blade was an inch away from his face, but it was hard to push it any further . The senior monk of Xuankong Temple pressed down on the podao with seven fingers, just like he was preparing to play a bamboo flute – gently, with his head lowered .

The scene was seemingly elegant, but, in fact, it was very dangerous .

A fiercer tide followed the first towards the black reef on the sh.o.r.e . The moss on the reef s.h.i.+vered and began to peel off .

Ning Que felt a sharp pain in his chest . The Ocean of Qi had signs of turbulence and he spat out a mouthful of blood .

The blood turned into mist, followed by his loud grunt .

Ning Que forced out all of the Great Spirit in his body . Gorgeous golden glow appeared around the podao, wiping out the blood mist instantly and striking towards Qi Mei"s face .

Qi Mei closed his eyes and a light breath of Buddha fell in front of him .

The Haotian Divine Light that had surrounded the podao in Ning Que"s hand had cleared off Buddha"s breath in a very short amount of time .

Qi Mei took a step back, but his hands were still holding the podao softly and refused to let it go . Therefore, he was no longer in the posture of holding and playing a flute . Instead, he seemed like a naughty shepherd boy, who wanted to grab the flute from his companions .

Of course, he would not let this powerful monk take away his podao . His left pinkie popped out quietly . He cast his fastest Fire Fu and it started burning inbetween the two people .

It usually took a while for Talisman Masters to activate their talismans, unless it was the Infinitive Talisman . Qi Mei had not expected that Ning Que could activate the Fire Fu in such a short period of time . He was forced to loosen his fingers and take a step back .

From Chang"an city to Chaoyang city, the talisman that Ning Que had written in his life the most was Fire Talisman . He used it the most, because Sangsang was afraid of the cold . As it is said: practice makes perfect . When it came to the speed of casting Fire Fu – to say nothing of Mo Shanshan – even if Master Yan Se were to be resurrected, no one could compare with Ning Que .

The Fire Fu turned into a fierce fireball, burning violently between him and Qi Mei like a, seemingly horrible, spherical bolt of lightning . But what was even more horrible was that he made it do this when the talisman had just activated .

He crouched down .

When Qi Mei had loosened his fingers and retreated, the podao in his hand was freed . As Ning Que crouched down, he leapt heavily, whipping the waist of Qi Mei and cutting down sharply between his thigh and abdomen .

Qi Mei"s Buddhist monk"s robes suddenly tore with a hissing sound and a deep long wound appeared on his groin . He had removed most of the podao"s power by that magic method when the blade was near the body . However, there was a reason why Ning Que chose that place to cut: because there were innumerable blood vessels in the groin – once it was injured, blood would gush out .

The lower half of Master Qi Mei was instantly drenched with blood . He looked extremely pathetic, as the blood gushed out from his groin and began to drip down his naked thigh, coupled with the eyebrows scorched by the Fire Fu .

Looking pathetic did not mean losing his ability to fight . If it were ordinary cultivators that had been struck with these two attacks – especially the second one – they would definitely have died from the bleeding . After the first cut, the middle-aged monk might still have had means, so Ning Que held the hilt with both hands and cut his lower abdomen mercilessly – without any hesitation .

With such ruthless swordsmans.h.i.+p, especially this strike, he used Great River Sword Intent of the Sword Sage Liu Bai . Even though he was the chief monk of Xuankong Temple"s Hall of Respect, Qi Mei still could not avoid this . So, one could only to see if he could survive .

Unfortunately for Ning Que, today, Buddhism sect and Taoism sect both tried to kill him and Sangsang . Thus, the middle-aged monk would not have come here alone . There were also Luo Kedi and the 18 West-Hill Divine Guards in the field . What made him feel more reprehensive was that Luo Kedi looked big but possessed speed that exceeded his calculations .

Just as his podao cut the abdomen of the middle-aged monk, Luo Kedi"s sword came .

Luo Kedi"s sword was quite special when compared with ordinary ones . It was much thicker and would have looked like an iron rod, if it were not for its glistening golden color, as well as the flas.h.i.+ng runes .

When the sword cut toward Ning Que"s back, the small yard, which was darkened and b.l.o.o.d.y due to the mess created earlier, suddenly became bright . The golden sword seemed to send out an aura of luxury .

Ning Que was in half-squat at this time, sensing the strong wind coming from behind . He had no time to dodge, so he pulled back his sword and sat down on the ground . Then, he raised his podao to meet that strong force, with his back protected .

His podao was designed by Fourth Brother of the academy and meticulously built by Sixth Brother . It was made up of three blades and was quite heavy and strong . However, it looked no heavier than Luo Kedi"s sword and its dark, smooth, ordinary appearance looked like garbage compared with Luo Kedi"s dazzling sword .

The plain podao met with the gorgeous golden sword .

There was a loud boom and lots of smoke .

At the end of the street, sergeants of Yuelun Kingdom only felt a buzz in their brain and their legs gave way due to weakness .

Ning Que"s face was slightly white and his hands trembled violently while holding the hilt . As for the ground where he was sitting – it had already cracked like a spider web, with bricks, stones, sand and mud flying in all directions .

Luo Kedi bellowed, adjusted the grip on his sword and cut down again .

Ning Que raised his podao to meet him again . He could only feel a force pressing down on him, along the path of the podao . It seemed that it would not cease before pressing him into the broken ground .

At this moment, Ning Que sat on the ground and was in extremely pa.s.sive state . Even though he could make full use of his podao, he could only endure continious strikes from Luo Kedi"s magnificent golden sword . If this were to continue, he would lose: even if he could hold on for a while longer, it did not make any sense to do so, because the middle-aged monk was still in the field .

Ning Que"s face flashed a trace of malice . Taking advantage of the extremely brief moment when Luo Kedi"s golden sword swung back to store up his strength, he forced his right foot into the lower part of his left leg, and then suddenly stood up .

It was at that moment that Luo Kedi launched his third cut . Ning Que was not yet stable, especially with the drooping podao, which made it impossible to ward off his attack . However, he held the back of the podao"s tip and pushed it forward . That was to say – he had blocked the third cut by the power of his two hands .

With a snort of scorn, Ning Que clapped the podao with the left hand and twisted his right wrist . The heavy podao seemed to become a clever viper, in an instant, it stabbed Luo Kedi – into his bleeding left shoulder, and immediately after – flashed back .

Luo Kedi did not expect that under the condition of absolute superiority, he would allow Ning Que to stand up and even was stabbed by him . Although his injury did not worsen, the sense of humiliation and anger made him forget everything, including his pierced chest and abdomen . He readjusted his grip and violently cut towards Ning Que .

Golden sword"s glowing golden light filled the air, appearing quite enchanting . Its imperial aura appeared rich and prosperous, which represented Luo Kedi"s strongest attack .

If Ning Que were fine with becoming a dead man, he could ignore this cut and directly slash his podao through Luo Kedi"s throat . Even if Luo Kedi"s armor was strong, he would have to die . But almost at the same time, Ning Que"s own head would definitely be cut in half by this powerful golden sword .

Luo Kedi had been driven crazy enough to ignore his own life and death – giving everything he had to launch such a powerful cut . Ning Que did not want to die – he had to protect his own back, so he could only choose to evade it .

There was another thunderous noise . The already damaged wall of the small courtyard was shaken by the strong wind and collapsed with a rustling sound . Luo Kedi didn"t wait, dis.h.i.+ng out another cut .

Luo Kedi was a strong Martial Arts cultivator of West-Hill Divine Palace . The golden sword in his hand was a magic tool of the Divine Hall . Merging with the sword, he entered a state of selflessness . His strength was amazing and his fighting spirit was crazy .

Ning Que had cultivated the Great Spirit for a few years, so his body was not ordinary anymore – it was extremely strong . However, he could neither die at this time nor fight with his bodily movement . He was extremely pa.s.sive and suppressed, so he could only fight back the hard way .

The brilliant golden sword and the unadorned iron sword were cutting each other, striking each other and then cutting again . They repeated this chain countless times in a very short amount of time .

The sounds of dozens of clashes exploded like thunder on the street .

There weren"t any soldiers around the streets and lanes of Yuelun Kingdom who remained standing . Those that were still around were screaming with fear from on top of their horses and fleeing to the surrounding areas . They just wanted to be as far away from this horrible place as possible .

This battle did not seem like a fight between cultivators at all . It was more like a fight between two extremely powerful generals, carried on with heavy weapons, meant for the battlefield .

Ning Que"s legs began to tremble . He found that strength of the divine guard commander of West-Hill Divine Palace was so terrible that it had exceeded himself and was not much weaker than Xia Hou at his peak .

A trail of blood trickled down from the corner of his lips . His internal organs must have been seriously injured . However, his eyes were still calm, even – indifferent . With such internal injuries, he was like a young male tiger fighting on the wasteland: even if it was injured – even though doing so was dangerous – it would never give up the idea of killing the enemy until the very last minute .

Luo Kedi raised the golden sword again .

This time, his arm trembled slightly . Although Ning Que was unstable after more than a dozen cuts by his golden sword, he did not feel well either . Great Spirit from the podao would also make him extremely pained every time his sword collided with the podao .

The most important thing was that before the war, his left shoulder had already been shot by a Primordial Thirteen Arrow . He could ignore any kind of serious wounds with such a crazy state of mind, but he had no way of avoiding their influence .

Ning Que noticed that Luo Kedi"s right arm was trembling . His eyes lit up and he shouted, "Open the umbrella . "

Big Black Umbrella spread out in front of him . Now it was very clean, but it was also broken . Many holes could be seen on its surface, just like clothes of beggars attending weddings – quite sad .

In a flash, Ning Que reached out his left hand and held the Big Black Umbrella .

At this time, Luo Kedi"s golden sword swung down again .

The crazy divine guard commander wanted to cut Ning Que to death like the previous ten times he tried . He knew he could kill him . So even if he suddenly saw the Big Black Umbrella in front of him, he still struck towards Ning Que .

The golden sword heavily struck the Big Black Umbrella .

Suddenly, the surface of the Big Black Umbrella sagged, but it had not been cut .

Although the Big Black Umbrella was broken, it could still withstand any sword . Even if the sword was dazzlingly bright, it was, after all, not the Light of Buddha .

Big Black Umbrella was still the best defensive object in the world .

It was like a s.h.i.+eld in Ning Que"s hands .

Before, faced with Luo Kedi"s golden sword, Ning Que had to swing his podao . Only in this way could he compete with Luo Kedi in strength . Now, the golden sword was blocked by the Big Black Umbrella .

Therefore, this time Ning Que was free to stab Luo Kedi, rather than cut .

The grey, plain podao stabbed out through a hole in the Big Black Umbrella .

With a soft sound, the blade pierced Luo Kedi"s throat .

This seemingly random stab had pierced through several protective auras and hurt a vital organ .

Luo Kedi abandoned his sword, covered his bleeding throat and stepped back without any remaining breath or sanity .

He howled as he retreated .

His neck"s bones were shattered . Because of that, his howl was especially weird and horrid – like a mournful roar of wild animals that died out of pride in the Wilderness .

The blade slid down Master Qi Mei"s back . At that moment, a light sound of blade carving bone could be heard . One could imagine what kind of pain Qi Mei was suffering

However, there was no expression on his face – he was extremely calm . It seemed that what Ning Que"s podao was cutting was not his body, but tree bark on the banks of a stream . At the moment Ning Que"s podao was about to loosen, he turned around, fanning blood out into the air . He stretched out his hands and struck them out towards Ning Que"s face

Ning Que did not know who this middle-aged monk was, so his first iron arrow was shot at Luo Kedi, whom he knew and was always cautious of . But since this middle-aged monk was standing by Luo Kedi – he must be a bigwig of Buddhism Sect or even – a man of strength similar to Master Boshu in Xuankong Temple

Therefore, he fought him without holding back . Even when he had cut the middle-aged monk"s back with his podao, he did not relax his vigil . He had noticed that – although the podao had left a very cruel wound on the monk"s back – its power was eventually countered by the monk"s strange trembling defense . The blade had just cut his skin and flesh, but could not cut through the bone, nor did it hurt his internal organs

As such, the middle-aged monk"s counterattack was within Ning Que"s expectations . He had already taken action when the two slender, branch-like palms were aimed at his face . The podao in his hands was lifted and cut horizontally from the left, slas.h.i.+ng again towards the monk"s body along with the majestic Great Spirit

The blade emitted a shrill whistle as it cut through the air . Although this time it had made a clear sound, the power was not weaker than the first cut coming through the wall . The expression on Qi Mei"s face was more and more solemn, both of his palms, which were headed towards Ning Que"s face, suddenly spread out in the air and reached towards the side like a shepherd boy playing a flute . He was going to ward off the blade cutting towards his eyes

Ning Que trembled slightly . He did not believe that this powerful middle-aged monk was an idiot . However, since he dared to grab his podao with bare hands, his hands were certainly not normal

Looking through the gaps, his eyes caught the edge of the middle-aged monk"s hands, which were s.h.i.+ning with golden l.u.s.ter . He instantly thought of the old monk he met in the depths of the Wilderness . At that time, the old monk"s left hand had caught the first Primordial Thirteen Arrow Ning Que shot . That hand had been glowing with golden light and managed to crack the arrow

Although Ning Que had recalled that scene, he did not believe this middle-aged monk could use one hand to catch his full-strength slash, infused with Great Spirit . The podao"s power did not diminish, but became even more fierce and cut straight towards the monk

The pinkie of Master Qi Mei"s right-hand had collided with the blade, creating a slight sound . Ning Que only felt a strong force pa.s.sing through the body of his podao to the hilt and then into his palm

With several slight sounds, Master Qi Mei"s fingers fell on the blade one after another as though he were playing the flute, which seemed elegant, but, in fact, was as fast as a flash of lightning

When Master Qi Mei"s five right hand fingers all fell on the blade, the golden color covering his palm suddenly increased and – after a moment – disappeared, as though nothing had happened

Five powerful forces poured into the strong, heavy blade of the podao, one with each finger, and attacked Ning Que"s body . The blade was buzzing and his body was trembling slightly

Translucent water droplets, condensed from the Great Spirit, in Ning Que"s body seemed as if they had felt some kind of threat . Instead of waiting for the recall of Psyche Power, they spun sharply and transported endless power into his arms . That power turned his arms iron-like and continued along the hilt . Podao"s power had reached the extreme

By now, the sharp blade was only a few inches away from Master Qi Mei"s cheeks, and it was also just then that his left hand had finally touched Ning Que"s podao

Master Qi Mei"s left hand only had two fingers – thumb and forefinger . He only had seven fingers altogether . Once spread out, they were like seven green peaches, which was why he took Qi Mei as his Buddhist monastic name

Although he only had two fingers, they were more useful and had more power than both hands of most people in the world . This had nothing to do with how many times one used them, but only with the firmness of his Zen mind and his past stories

Master Qi Mei"s left thumb fell on the blade, without sustaining any wounds . He gently carried the blade like a bamboo flute – carefully and cautiously . His right hand – as if covering the tonal holes

Just at the moment his thumb gently raised the blade, Ning Que felt a strong force, which was like a tide, several feet high, cras.h.i.+ng towards him along the podao"s body

His body trembled violently: just like moss on rocks in the tide, without knowing when he would be washed away

Master Qi Mei"s last finger also fell on the blade, on the opposite side of the thumb, and raised the other side of the blade . It still looked as if he was carrying a flute – gentle and calm

At this moment, the blade was an inch away from his face, but it was hard to push it any further . The senior monk of Xuankong Temple pressed down on the podao with seven fingers, just like he was preparing to play a bamboo flute – gently, with his head lowered

The scene was seemingly elegant, but, in fact, it was very dangerous

A fiercer tide followed the first towards the black reef on the sh.o.r.e . The moss on the reef s.h.i.+vered and began to peel off

Ning Que felt a sharp pain in his chest . The Ocean of Qi had signs of turbulence and he spat out a mouthful of blood

The blood turned into mist, followed by his loud grunt

Ning Que forced out all of the Great Spirit in his body . Gorgeous golden glow appeared around the podao, wiping out the blood mist instantly and striking towards Qi Mei"s face

Qi Mei closed his eyes and a light breath of Buddha fell in front of him

The Haotian Divine Light that had surrounded the podao in Ning Que"s hand had cleared off Buddha"s breath in a very short amount of time

Qi Mei took a step back, but his hands were still holding the podao softly and refused to let it go . Therefore, he was no longer in the posture of holding and playing a flute . Instead, he seemed like a naughty shepherd boy, who wanted to grab the flute from his companions

Of course, he would not let this powerful monk take away his podao . His left pinkie popped out quietly . He cast his fastest Fire Fu and it started burning inbetween the two people

It usually took a while for Talisman Masters to activate their talismans, unless it was the Infinitive Talisman . Qi Mei had not expected that Ning Que could activate the Fire Fu in such a short period of time . He was forced to loosen his fingers and take a step back

From Chang"an city to Chaoyang city, the talisman that Ning Que had written in his life the most was Fire Talisman . He used it the most, because Sangsang was afraid of the cold . As it is said: practice makes perfect . When it came to the speed of casting Fire Fu – to say nothing of Mo Shanshan – even if Master Yan Se were to be resurrected, no one could compare with Ning Que

The Fire Fu turned into a fierce fireball, burning violently between him and Qi Mei like a, seemingly horrible, spherical bolt of lightning . But what was even more horrible was that he made it do this when the talisman had just activated

He crouched down

When Qi Mei had loosened his fingers and retreated, the podao in his hand was freed . As Ning Que crouched down, he leapt heavily, whipping the waist of Qi Mei and cutting down sharply between his thigh and abdomen

Qi Mei"s Buddhist monk"s robes suddenly tore with a hissing sound and a deep long wound appeared on his groin . He had removed most of the podao"s power by that magic method when the blade was near the body . However, there was a reason why Ning Que chose that place to cut: because there were innumerable blood vessels in the groin – once it was injured, blood would gush out

The lower half of Master Qi Mei was instantly drenched with blood . He looked extremely pathetic, as the blood gushed out from his groin and began to drip down his naked thigh, coupled with the eyebrows scorched by the Fire Fu

Looking pathetic did not mean losing his ability to fight . If it were ordinary cultivators that had been struck with these two attacks – especially the second one – they would definitely have died from the bleeding . After the first cut, the middle-aged monk might still have had means, so Ning Que held the hilt with both hands and cut his lower abdomen mercilessly – without any hesitation

With such ruthless swordsmans.h.i.+p, especially this strike, he used Great River Sword Intent of the Sword Sage Liu Bai . Even though he was the chief monk of Xuankong Temple"s Hall of Respect, Qi Mei still could not avoid this . So, one could only to see if he could survive

Unfortunately for Ning Que, today, Buddhism sect and Taoism sect both tried to kill him and Sangsang . Thus, the middle-aged monk would not have come here alone . There were also Luo Kedi and the 18 West-Hill Divine Guards in the field . What made him feel more reprehensive was that Luo Kedi looked big but possessed speed that exceeded his calculations

Just as his podao cut the abdomen of the middle-aged monk, Luo Kedi"s sword came

Luo Kedi"s sword was quite special when compared with ordinary ones . It was much thicker and would have looked like an iron rod, if it were not for its glistening golden color, as well as the flas.h.i.+ng runes

When the sword cut toward Ning Que"s back, the small yard, which was darkened and b.l.o.o.d.y due to the mess created earlier, suddenly became bright . The golden sword seemed to send out an aura of luxury

Ning Que was in half-squat at this time, sensing the strong wind coming from behind . He had no time to dodge, so he pulled back his sword and sat down on the ground . Then, he raised his podao to meet that strong force, with his back protected

His podao was designed by Fourth Brother of the academy and meticulously built by Sixth Brother . It was made up of three blades and was quite heavy and strong . However, it looked no heavier than Luo Kedi"s sword and its dark, smooth, ordinary appearance looked like garbage compared with Luo Kedi"s dazzling sword

The plain podao met with the gorgeous golden sword

There was a loud boom and lots of smoke

At the end of the street, sergeants of Yuelun Kingdom only felt a buzz in their brain and their legs gave way due to weakness

Ning Que"s face was slightly white and his hands trembled violently while holding the hilt . As for the ground where he was sitting – it had already cracked like a spider web, with bricks, stones, sand and mud flying in all directions

Luo Kedi bellowed, adjusted the grip on his sword and cut down again

Ning Que raised his podao to meet him again . He could only feel a force pressing down on him, along the path of the podao . It seemed that it would not cease before pressing him into the broken ground

At this moment, Ning Que sat on the ground and was in extremely pa.s.sive state . Even though he could make full use of his podao, he could only endure continious strikes from Luo Kedi"s magnificent golden sword . If this were to continue, he would lose: even if he could hold on for a while longer, it did not make any sense to do so, because the middle-aged monk was still in the field

Ning Que"s face flashed a trace of malice . Taking advantage of the extremely brief moment when Luo Kedi"s golden sword swung back to store up his strength, he forced his right foot into the lower part of his left leg, and then suddenly stood up

It was at that moment that Luo Kedi launched his third cut . Ning Que was not yet stable, especially with the drooping podao, which made it impossible to ward off his attack . However, he held the back of the podao"s tip and pushed it forward . That was to say – he had blocked the third cut by the power of his two hands

With a snort of scorn, Ning Que clapped the podao with the left hand and twisted his right wrist . The heavy podao seemed to become a clever viper, in an instant, it stabbed Luo Kedi – into his bleeding left shoulder, and immediately after – flashed back

Luo Kedi did not expect that under the condition of absolute superiority, he would allow Ning Que to stand up and even was stabbed by him . Although his injury did not worsen, the sense of humiliation and anger made him forget everything, including his pierced chest and abdomen . He readjusted his grip and violently cut towards Ning Que

Golden sword"s glowing golden light filled the air, appearing quite enchanting . Its imperial aura appeared rich and prosperous, which represented Luo Kedi"s strongest attack

If Ning Que were fine with becoming a dead man, he could ignore this cut and directly slash his podao through Luo Kedi"s throat . Even if Luo Kedi"s armor was strong, he would have to die . But almost at the same time, Ning Que"s own head would definitely be cut in half by this powerful golden sword

Luo Kedi had been driven crazy enough to ignore his own life and death – giving everything he had to launch such a powerful cut . Ning Que did not want to die – he had to protect his own back, so he could only choose to evade it

There was another thunderous noise . The already damaged wall of the small courtyard was shaken by the strong wind and collapsed with a rustling sound . Luo Kedi didn"t wait, dis.h.i.+ng out another cut

Luo Kedi was a strong Martial Arts cultivator of West-Hill Divine Palace . The golden sword in his hand was a magic tool of the Divine Hall . Merging with the sword, he entered a state of selflessness . His strength was amazing and his fighting spirit was crazy

Ning Que had cultivated the Great Spirit for a few years, so his body was not ordinary anymore – it was extremely strong . However, he could neither die at this time nor fight with his bodily movement . He was extremely pa.s.sive and suppressed, so he could only fight back the hard way

The brilliant golden sword and the unadorned iron sword were cutting each other, striking each other and then cutting again . They repeated this chain countless times in a very short amount of time

The sounds of dozens of clashes exploded like thunder on the street

There weren"t any soldiers around the streets and lanes of Yuelun Kingdom who remained standing . Those that were still around were screaming with fear from on top of their horses and fleeing to the surrounding areas . They just wanted to be as far away from this horrible place as possible

This battle did not seem like a fight between cultivators at all . It was more like a fight between two extremely powerful generals, carried on with heavy weapons, meant for the battlefield

Ning Que"s legs began to tremble . He found that strength of the divine guard commander of West-Hill Divine Palace was so terrible that it had exceeded himself and was not much weaker than Xia Hou at his peak

A trail of blood trickled down from the corner of his lips . His internal organs must have been seriously injured . However, his eyes were still calm, even – indifferent . With such internal injuries, he was like a young male tiger fighting on the wasteland: even if it was injured – even though doing so was dangerous – it would never give up the idea of killing the enemy until the very last minute

Luo Kedi raised the golden sword again

This time, his arm trembled slightly . Although Ning Que was unstable after more than a dozen cuts by his golden sword, he did not feel well either . Great Spirit from the podao would also make him extremely pained every time his sword collided with the podao

The most important thing was that before the war, his left shoulder had already been shot by a Primordial Thirteen Arrow . He could ignore any kind of serious wounds with such a crazy state of mind, but he had no way of avoiding their influence

Ning Que noticed that Luo Kedi"s right arm was trembling . His eyes lit up and he shouted, "Open the umbrella . " .

Big Black Umbrella spread out in front of him . Now it was very clean, but it was also broken . Many holes could be seen on its surface, just like clothes of beggars attending weddings – quite sad

In a flash, Ning Que reached out his left hand and held the Big Black Umbrella

At this time, Luo Kedi"s golden sword swung down again

The crazy divine guard commander wanted to cut Ning Que to death like the previous ten times he tried . He knew he could kill him . So even if he suddenly saw the Big Black Umbrella in front of him, he still struck towards Ning Que

The golden sword heavily struck the Big Black Umbrella

Suddenly, the surface of the Big Black Umbrella sagged, but it had not been cut

Although the Big Black Umbrella was broken, it could still withstand any sword . Even if the sword was dazzlingly bright, it was, after all, not the Light of Buddha

Big Black Umbrella was still the best defensive object in the world

It was like a s.h.i.+eld in Ning Que"s hands

Before, faced with Luo Kedi"s golden sword, Ning Que had to swing his podao . Only in this way could he compete with Luo Kedi in strength . Now, the golden sword was blocked by the Big Black Umbrella

Therefore, this time Ning Que was free to stab Luo Kedi, rather than cut

The grey, plain podao stabbed out through a hole in the Big Black Umbrella

With a soft sound, the blade pierced Luo Kedi"s throat

This seemingly random stab had pierced through several protective auras and hurt a vital organ

Luo Kedi abandoned his sword, covered his bleeding throat and stepped back without any remaining breath or sanity

He howled as he retreated

His neck"s bones were shattered . Because of that, his howl was especially weird and horrid – like a mournful roar of wild animals that died out of pride in the Wilderness .