Nightfall

Blame you.

It ’s all your fault, not the moon ’s fault.

What are you, what are you, what are you, what are you.

This is a common conversation between young men and women, but it rarely occurs between Ning Que and Sang Sang, whether it is a teenager and a girl, a nominal master and servant, or a later husband and wife period.

When Sang Sang said this, there was no expression on his face, no grievances, not even coquettishness. It seemed that he was just elaborating an objective fact. However, Ning Que felt that she was grieving and she was coquettish. Shivering slightly, the pity couldn't be added, and the pain was so bad because of her.

He didn't know what to answer, and blood flowed from between the blade and the palm of his hand, making a ticking sound, like a clock in that world, urging him to do something to comfort her.

He looked at the drunkard, his expression was calm, and he seemed to feel no pain, and his eyes were extremely determined to kill.

The drunkard attacked first, stabbed a sword of the master, and then stabbed a sword of Sang Sang. Two of his most respected or loved people were seriously injured under his sword. Sang Sang could not hold it.

Since Xiahou died, Ning Que has never wanted to kill a person like he is now.

The drunkard didn't seem to feel his eyes, smiled wildly, and his eyebrows twisted: "Did you see? She ... she really can't."

At the same time that his eyebrows were twisted, the sword in his hand was also twisted. Ning Que ’s palm was cut through a avenue, and the blood flowed more rapidly, like a flood.

I do n’t know how many swords are hidden in that hip flask. Each sword is the drinker ’s life. It has been tempered with spirits for countless years.

Ning Que withdrew the iron knife behind her shoulder and cut it towards the drunkard.

In front of the iron blade, is the blazing and pure Haotian Shenhui.

A strong and fragrant drink spewed out from the pot in the waist of the drunkard, forming an infinitely thick waterfall.

The drunkard looked at him coldly and said, "Do you think you can hurt me?"

Ning Que didn't speak, bowing her left shoulder to support the shaking Sang Sang.

The drunkard's sword rubbed his palm and slowly penetrated into Sang Sang's body.

Her blood flowed more and more, dripping on the complex and beautiful runes on the ground, and the speed of the runes became brighter and faster, and at the next moment, the rune would open.

"It's too late, you all die."

The drunkard no longer laughed loudly, and there were endless killing intentions and jokes in his indifferent eyes.

Ning Que's palm followed the sharp blade, protruding forward with lightning.

The sound of Jian Feng cutting his palms and cutting his muscles and bones is unpleasant and terrifying.

His hands are as hard as iron like his body, so the sound is more unpleasant and terrifying.

His blood-stained eyes were still red, like a beast, staring at the drunkard.

His hand took hold of the drunkard.

I don't know when, there was a small tin can in his palm.

There was a muffled noise.

There was a blast in the back room.

There was an explosion between Ning Que and the drunkard.

Countless sharp pieces of iron fluttered and emptied, and cut off all the flesh and bones they encountered.

A bitter, bitter, howling voice sounded.

All the walls around the room were shaken.

Ning Que's palm was bloody, and he could not see it as a human hand.

As for the drinker, his hand has been completely blown up.

With no hands, it is naturally impossible to hold the sword again, and it is naturally impossible to thrust the sword into Sang Sang's body.

The drunkard was pale, his body trembling slightly, and the broken right wrist kept spraying blood.

He has never suffered such a serious injury.

He cherishes his life very much and sees every hair more important than the whole world.

However, he broke a hand.

A whole hand!

"I am going to kill you."

He looked at Ning Que and said, his expression was indifferent, his eyes mad.

He used his left hand to draw a sword from the pot again.

Ning Que's mental power is exhausted at this time, and there is no power to fight anymore, but he must fight.

He looked at the sword stabbed in Sang Sang's belly.

On the hilt is the flesh and blood of the drunkard.

A bottle of wine came from heaven, and the sword was washed clean and bright as new.

"Want to use the disgusting method of Mingzong?"

The drunkard looked at him and said without emotion: "A delusion!"

There was a snort.

The sharp sword in the pot penetrated Ning Que's left chest, but failed to penetrate completely, but seriously injured the lung lobe.

Ning Que coughed in pain and sprayed blood.

He lived happily.

Because he felt the extreme change in the atmosphere of the earth coming from under his feet, and even felt the clear temperature, which proves that the Fuzhen has officially started.

A majestic clear light was born from the complicated lines on the stone surface, and wrapped Ning Que Sang Sang, the **** horse and the green lion dog in it.

The drunkard's expression changed suddenly, with his left hand holding the sword, drawing a trace in the air that would even violate the laws of physics, bypassing Ning Que's body, and piercing Sang Sang's brow!

At this time, Ning Que was unable to fight anymore. Sang Sang relied on his left shoulder to stand up reluctantly. Who would stop the drunkard's sword from condensing lifelong cultivation?

No one can stop it.

But it can be interrupted.

A lion roared for a long time, but still strong and solemn, resounded throughout the Helan City!

The green lion turned into a clear light, hitting **** the side of the sword in the pot!

Two black shadows, kicked out of the clear light like lightning, kicked the drunken chest and abdomen!

The drunkard stabbed into the air and was hit hard again. He groaned and took three steps back!

At this time, the clear light is more prosperous, and those figures in the light curtain are rapidly blurring!

The drunkard's face became paler. He knew very well what it meant to let Haotian leave alive. He would never allow himself to miss this opportunity.

With a loud roar, it broke through the residual wall of the chamber and went straight to the sky.

The drunkard clearly stood still, but the figure suddenly grew taller, a hundred times in an instant, and thousands of times!

The banging loud noise kept ringing!

The secret room was shattered, the arrow tower was shattered, and the entire Helan city was collapsing!

Countless smoke and dust were shaken up, gradually covering up the sky above the canyon.

Tang Jun, who had just withdrawn from Helan City, looked back to the place where he once lived and fought, and looked at this scene like a miraculous punishment.

It took half a day for the dust to gradually condense.

The magnificent Helan City, now only half of the remnant city is left, looking abnormally bleak.

The teleportation array hidden in the secret room was destroyed with the destruction of this male city.

Except for the rubble, gravel and beams of the ground, no trace of living people can be seen.

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Sang Sang looked at the murals around him, and felt a little familiar. It only took a moment to think of them. The **** Jinlong on the murals is a miracle that she once revealed in the world.

This is a Taoist temple.

The **** horse and the green lion dog are beside her, but Ning Que is not there.

She looked at the bubble in front of her, looked at the light spots with different light and dark above, and confirmed her position. It was in a Taoist hall in the Song Dynasty capital, Song Guo as the source of the Daomen. Formation.

She twisted her fingers slightly and understood all the reasons. She failed to return directly from Helan City to Chang'an because the moment when the teleportation array finally started was affected by the innumerable blow of the drunkards. As for the teleportation array, she was sent to Song.

Ning Que didn't get here together for the same reason. She had previously confirmed Ning Que's position, knowing that he had nothing to do, no longer worried, and finally relaxed.

Suddenly, her eyebrows frowned.

She looked at the sword stuck in her abdomen, and confirmed that the pain that came from the waves was not related to it, but from a deeper place in the abdomen, presumably from the **** fetus.

She was very tired, and she slowly sat on the ground, her pale cheeks, her expression was still indifferent, but her past starry eyes were filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

The green lion dog looked around uncomfortably, not knowing what happened to the owner.

The **** horse glared its eyes and appeared extremely nervous. It lived longer in human society. Seeing that the hostess was obviously about to give birth, he sneered and ran out of the Taoist Temple.

At this time, noisy human voices and dense footsteps suddenly sounded outside the Taoist hall.

Sang Sang leaned against the pillar and sat wearily, with sweat beads between his temples. The sword that stabbed his abdomen kept bringing blood and pain. It was very uncomfortable with the pain in the deep abdomen. .

"Who?"

More than ten ministers and deacons walked into the hall. They found that in the solemn and sacred main hall, there was suddenly a woman covered with blood. Seeing the woman's swollen abdomen was actually a pregnant woman.

Thinking of the Protestantism that has recently gained momentum in the capital, and the legend that maternal fetal blood is the most filthy statement, these priests and deacons thought they had guessed the truth.

Protestantism wants to blaspheme the Haotian enshrined by the Daomen!

"evildoer!"

One of the most devout elderly priests rushed in front of Sang Sang angrily, pointing at her face and scolding: "I'm going to burn you to death! You shameless goods!"

Sang Sang closed his eyes while resting, listening to the voice, and opened his eyes hard, looking at the terrifying humans around him. After a moment of stun, he realized that these people scolded himself.

She was silent and silent.

She is very familiar with the Taoist Temple. She has seen many Taoist temples in the Kingdom of God, even the deserted temple in the Kingdom of God. She was also built in the style of the Taoist Temple on earth, but it is more beautiful and pure.

She is familiar with Taoist officials. She has been enshrined by countless generations of priests and Taoists. She used to think that human beings are their most devout believers, so when she designed gods, she also designed according to the image of human beings.

Now ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She was lying in the Taoist hall with blood, and was abused by Taoists with swear words.

Yes, she is no longer Haotian.

A lion roared, resounding through the temple.

The green lion swings suddenly, and his body suddenly becomes larger, becoming a majestic giant blue lion, staring coldly at the Taoists, waiting for the master's order.

Where have these priests and Taoist people seen such pictures, they have fallen to the ground in a terrible manner, and their legs are so soft that they cannot stand up.

Sang Sang closed his eyes again and said nothing.

The Green Lion understood that he did not care about the Taoists who walked outside the hall.

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(Chapter 3 will be later.)

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