The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Chapter 602 Easy spike
Only then did the leader of the guards realize that Ning Que, who was supposed to be sitting cross-legged at the top of the tent, actually appeared next to him at some point.

Ning Que didn't see any movement. The light yellow flying sword that had been used to block gods and kill people was frozen in mid-air, unable to move even an inch.

"Haoran's Qi is first and foremost upright. Your swordsmanship seems to be more powerful, but it has gone astray and fallen into inferiority."

Ning Que slowly walked to the dagger he was holding, placed his finger on the blade, and said at the same time: "This is the real Haoran sword."

"Whoosh!"

The light yellow dagger turned into a bolt of lightning, which flashed across the battlefield in an instant. Wherever it passed, it cut all the fallen leaves and turned them into a vacuum path.

This kind of momentum is bright and upright, flowing smoothly, and moving forward indomitably!

"Pfft!"

The next moment, the light yellow sword shadow shot into the dense forest of Beishan Road. Although the opponent tried his best to hide his true identity, he could not hide it from Ning Que's eyes.

After this sword passed through several big trees, it directly penetrated a tall and thin old man who was hiding behind a big tree, and the sword body sank into the ground and disappeared.

With just one sword strike, the unknown assassin's life was cut off.

"If I can see the real Haoran Sword, my life will be worth it." The tall and thin old man laughed, slumped to the ground, and died.

On this side of the room, Ning Que easily defeated a great swordsman-level practitioner. On the other side, Lu Qingchen's hands kept calculating. The next moment, he seemed to have gained something, and his eyes flashed.

Driven by the power of his mind, his body moved and pointed directly at a certain place in the mountain forest, where a middle-aged scholar finally knocked down Lu Qingchen's envoy's sword with his sword.

When he saw the opponent's flying sword that was easily shattered by him, he immediately reacted and exclaimed: "No, you are not a sword master, you are a mind master!"

No one could have imagined that Lu Qingchen, who was enshrined at the south gate of Haotian Dao, would actually make up his mind in his old age to give up his sword and practice meditation, and even let him achieve results in his cultivation, half-stepping into the realm of cave mystery.

However, the middle-aged scholar had no time to ask the reason. Lu Qingchen had already arrived, and the palm containing huge telepathy was lightly printed on him.

The middle-aged scholar knew very well that the opponent's blow with the huge power of thought was absolutely powerful.

He moved his hands, and the gray flying sword in front of him shot out, and collided head-on with Lu Qingchen's telekinesis.

"Boom!"

There were ripples in the air, and the invisible force of thought collided with the gray sword shadow flying at high speed, causing a strong wind.

Lu Qingchen's expression was solemn, but his soft eyes were full of undoubted power. Wherever he could see it, a thin layer of frost suddenly condensed on the middle-aged scholar's small gray sword.

On the middle-aged scholar's face, countless tiny blood drops seeped out from the pores on his face and hands, turning him into a bloody man with a terrifying face.

"disease!"

The middle-aged scholar pressed the sword finger forward in vain, and the small gray sword trembled violently. The speed suddenly surged, and it actually broke through Lu Qingchen's mind defense inch by inch, and pointed directly at the old man's eyebrows.

The expression on Lu Qingchen's face suddenly turned pale, but he had to persist. When it came to this, the person who couldn't persist first would definitely die.

This is a battle between ordinary practitioners, simple and direct, with victory and defeat as well as life and death!
Fortunately, Lu Qingchen was lucky. Blood was pouring out from all over the middle-aged scholar's body. It was obvious that he was powerless.

"It is God's will. I will definitely die today." The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "But I will not let the witch return to Chang'an!" It is said that many years ago, the Qintian Prison left a comment to Princess Li Yu: The night covers the stars, The country will be restless.Because of this sentence, Li Yucai had to marry far away from the grassland in order to protect himself.

The middle-aged scholar obviously also firmly believes in this.

The fallen leaves all over the sky danced more rapidly beside the big tree. The middle-aged scholar's green shirt soaked with blood suddenly expanded rapidly, and several streams of blood spurted out from his facial features.

At this moment, it seemed as if a terrifying invisible force was pouring into his body from among the fallen leaves, from heaven and earth, forcing all his strength out mixed with blood!

"Hold the heavens and the earth inside!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Qingchen finally changed his color and yelled angrily: "The people in the academy are using demon sect methods? You...you actually dare to bully your master and destroy your ancestors!"

"If you are on the right path, why should you be afraid of using demonic means?" The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm. The blood-covered arm had swelled by more than one circle at this time.
The majestic power continued to surge out of the middle-aged scholar's body, leading the gray flying sword directly into Lu Qingchen's eyebrows.

"boom!"

Lu Qingchen couldn't help but close his eyes. He knew that it was very likely that he would not be able to escape death this time. However, the severe pain he expected did not appear on his body.

Lu Qingchen opened his eyes and saw that the middle-aged scholar's flying sword, soaked in blood, could barely stop between his eyebrows, but it was difficult to move forward.

He didn't know when Ning Que appeared beside him.

"Have you ever been to the second floor of the academy?" Ning Que looked at the middle-aged scholar and asked.

The middle-aged scholar laughed miserably and said, "My eldest brother is dead?"

"If you are referring to the tall, thin old man, he is indeed dead." Ning Que said calmly.

"Hehe, we underestimated you, Master Minshan, but you also did one thing wrong." The middle-aged scholar spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What's the matter?" Ning Que asked seriously.

"You shouldn't be so close to me!" The middle-aged scholar suddenly moved forward and pushed out his palms.

He only heard a muffled groan, and his ten fingers were forcibly pulled away from his palm. They suddenly accelerated and turned into ten bloody shadows, whizzing out and stabbing Lu Qingchen, Ning Que and Li Yu behind Ning Que respectively!
Taking the vitality of heaven and earth into his body, he did not hesitate to violently collapse his body, and cultivated his own body into a flying sword, condensing his whole life's skills into one blow.

This is the most typical secret skill of the Demon Sect - the method of disintegrating the demon!
Every bone and finger of the middle-aged scholar has been tempered by magic skills and is as strong as gold and iron.

If you were stabbed by the flying sword that turned into his finger bones, you would definitely die.

"Putting aside your stance, I admire your courage, but it's a pity that we don't agree with each other, so you should... go die!"

Ning Que stretched out a hand and touched it gently in the void.

A cracked space appeared in front of Ning Que, and he broke through the void with one hand. This was the method of a demon cultivator in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

The void was turbulent, causing ripples. The ten finger bones punched out by the middle-aged scholar were suspended in mid-air, motionless.

The middle-aged scholar's desperate struggle to understand the principles of heaven and earth and turn them into his own rules was nothing more than a joke in Ning Que's eyes.

The middle-aged scholar's body fell to his knees heavily, and he tried to force his magic skills. If he didn't succeed, he would become a benevolent person. He - died!
(End of this chapter)