Nightfall

The black hair that started from Ning Que's blade, blew through the ten miles of Long Street, slashing the body and the liver and intestines, causing him to fall on the lakeside like a dead fish.

There are two thousand elite cavalry tens of miles away in the south of the city. At this time, they do not know what happened in Changan City, and they are still dreaming of burning and looting after entering the city.

There are very few people in the Xiling Temple who know the master plan of the Lord, but Longqing is one of them, because in a sense, he is the last disciple of Lord Guan on the South China Sea.

Long Qing thought he knew what was happening in Chang'an City-he came here at any cost for thousands of miles, just to cooperate with the audience.

The subject should have defeated the Academy and broke the shock array. Without any formal army protection, Chang'an City, in front of his two thousand cavalry, was a criminal who was waiting to be killed.

Thinking of this, Long Qing couldn't help feeling better. His cavalry will become the first army in history to attack Chang'an City, and it will surely become the last army to destroy Chang'an City.

He is the prince of the Yan Kingdom and the son of the Xiling, destroying Chang'an City and destroying the Tang Kingdom. This was what he had hoped for his whole life. In order to achieve this desire, he put too much effort into hard work, and even his soul suffered countless times The test of fire has already caused bruises and bruises.

For him, while ruining Chang'an City, there is one more thing he must accomplish-kill Ning Que, an opponent who left too many cruel memories in his life.

In the green mountain behind Zhishouguan, he used gray eyes to devour the life-long cultivation of half of the Taoist, and devoured the spiritual power of many royal court priests in the wasteland. Ning Que has also entered the fate now, but he firmly believes that this victory will definitely be his own.

From the banquet in the Chang'an City, to the stone trail in the back hill of the academy, to the arrow on the snowy cliff of the wasteland, to the autumn rain outside the Red Lotus Temple, he was defeated by Ning Que too many times, which made him angry. What is more, Ning Que is obviously inferior to him in all respects, but he has lost one defeat after another.

If there is a destiny in this world, if Hao Tian really looks down on this world calmly and lovingly, then it is inexplicable-after losing so many times, it is always our turn to win.

The more you pay, the sweeter the fruit you get—Long Qing looked at the looming male city in the north, thinking of the picture when he entered the city later, thinking of the picture of Ning Que falling painfully under his sword, and suddenly felt this Those years of suffering have turned into an intoxicating fragrance.

The cottage next to the road collapsed in the blaze, the flame danced continuously on the silver mask, his eyes exposed outside the mask were calm as usual, but the reined hand shivered slightly.

At this moment, the blaze in the village suddenly went out!

Long Qing looked at the village that suddenly became extremely quiet, looked at the scorched earth and ruins with black smoke, looked at the quiet field, raised his brows slightly, and felt a very strange feeling in his heart.

Even the most violent heavy rain, there is no way to extinguish such a large fire in such an instant, and even the violent wind, there is no way to blow out all the flames in the village.

And the clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing azure blue sky, where there are traces of rain, the fields on both sides of the official road are quiet and abnormal, the Jiao Liu will hang down, even the breeze.

What happened?

The cavalry around also noticed this weird picture, and looked around in a daze.

Long Qing did not look at other directions, just staring at the end of the official road.

This straight and spacious official road leads directly to Chang'an City, which is the Suzaku Gate.

He saw faintly that there was black sand, which roared from a distance.

Long Qing didn't know what the black wind was, but his heart subconsciously accelerated, his heart shook slightly, and he gave birth to infinite fear. He wanted to avoid it.

"Spread out! Avoid the wind!"

Long Qing's face was pale, and he shouted to the 2,000 cavalrymen scattered around him. Then, referring to the horse reins, he wanted to run down the official road and run towards the ruins of the village that had become scorched earth.

These two thousand cavalry, composed of temple cavalry cavalry and Zuoying Wangting direct cavalry, are the most loyal and elite subordinates of Longqing. They are highly trained and disciplined. Although the cavalry did not know what was happening, and did not see the black wind in the distance, but listening to Long Qing's stern order, everyone did not hesitate to raise the bridle and desperately scattered towards the fields on both sides of the official road.

As a strong man who knows the pinnacle of life, Long Qing's sense of danger is very accurate and timely. Two thousand cavalry also perfectly demonstrated their mobility and made the fastest response.

However, this black wind from Chang'an City has already surpassed the scope of the human world, and it can't even be described by speed. In a flash, it suddenly rushed into the tenth and came to Longqing and the cavalry.

The wind is the flow of air, and the air itself has no color, so the direction of the wind in the world is also colorless. The reason why this wind that rages between heaven and earth is black is because there are many things in it.

Dirt snow, leftovers in teapots, and blue bricks in iron pots are all in this violent wind, so that the clear light scattered by the sky do not fall to the ground, so it seems so faint.

The real horror is that in addition to those hard things, this black wind also hides countless swords. These swords are so sharp that even the roaring wind sounds like it has been cut into countless fragments!

Some cavalry, before they could run into the wilderness, and stayed on the official road, they first encountered this black wind. They yelled in horror, and then the cries suddenly stopped, and their bodies were cut into countless pieces. The mount was also cut into countless pieces at the same time, and then was rolled up by the wind.

The cavalry who scattered into the wilderness did not avoid the black wind. Even if they dismounted and hid behind the broken wall, the broken wall was cut, and then their people were cut. Overturned, then their people were also rolled up by the wind, not knowing where to go.

The dark wind came, as if the deepest and deepest night.

In the thick night, you can only hear the sound of countless blades breaking through the sky, but you can't see the people who wield the knife.

The cavalry cried out in despair, and then died.

Long Qing looked at the dwelling house that was cut into countless pieces by the wind, and his face was pale.

At this time the black wind had come to him, he finally saw some details in the wind. He saw the utensils of ordinary people in Chang'an City, and then he saw the knife marks.

He knew who swung these knives.

He whistled and took out the dark and quiet lotus from his chest to face the black wind.

This is his natal lotus flower, he did not hesitate to use lifelong cultivation.

However, even if the subject is aware of the quiet environment between life and death, turning white bones and flesh into white stem red lotus, eventually the life and death of this black wind are unknown.

The black lotus withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and then the petals fell off.

Long Qing's body appeared countless subtle blood.

The silver mask on his face cracked like a dry field and then flake off.

I don't know how long it took, and the black wind finally stopped. No one knows where the black wind went, whether it disappeared, or the broken void, and entered another space.

The fields in the south of the city returned to calm. The first thing that fell was not the clear light, and a terrible blood rain, more precisely, a torrential rain formed by flesh and blood.

The cavalry and warhorse, which were cut into pieces by the knife, rose with the black wind and rolled into the air somehow. Until then, the black wind disappeared and landed on the ground successively.

Tens of thousands of flesh and blood kept falling on the official road and in the field, making a dull crackle, splashing countless blouses and scary juice.

The two thousand cavalry who raided Chang'an City died in the black wind, most of them were turned into flesh and blood scattered all over the field, and some were directly rolled into the sky and then fell to life.

The branches on the southeast side of the official road were full of flesh and corpses. More than ten black crows flew around the tree and screamed cheerfully in preparation for this grand dinner.

These black crows, it is impossible to eat all the flesh and blood, there must be a lot of residue. Previously, these cavalry soldiers burned down the cottage, and the willows became scorched black branches. They wanted to get their flesh moisturized. In a few years, the willow trees here will grow very beautiful.

Long Qing is still alive.

He looked at Chang'an City in the distance.

The silver mask is broken, the old wounds are gone, and there are many new wounds on the face. The once perfect face is now very scary, just like the legendary ghost in the underworld.

He suddenly laughed, and then wept bitterly.

For that city, in order to kill the man in the city, he paid a very painful price, even willing to play the soul, but seeing that to succeed, he found that it was still only delusional delusion.

The city looked so close, it turned out ... still so far.

He hadn't even seen Ning Que, so he was defeated, and he was defeated to death.

What made him feel the most painful is that Ning Que's knife was not cut by him. I believe Ning Que didn't even know that he had been to Chang'an City, and was so close to Chang'an City.

And he just lost.

He looked at Chang'an City in the distance and made a desperate cry.

"Ning Que!"

From entering the second floor of the academy, there were good people in the world, describing Ning Que and the Longqing princes as lifelong enemies, but Ning Que really did not know that Long Qing was at the south of Chang'an at this time.

He did not even know that Longqing was blown into a madman by the black wind. The 2,000 elite cavalry who would have brought the disaster to the top of Chang'an City were cut into a flesh and blood by the knife in the wind.

He cut the subject.

Thousands of Tang people in Chang'an City are also subjective to be cut.

He cut it out with a knife, the dark wind made the night come to the world, and the lord flew out.

Suzaku Avenue is quiet, no matter whether it is injured or not, everyone looks at Ning Que's back, and finally breaks the silence, or toward the old lady.

Asked the old lady with a trembling voice, "Are you dead?"

The people on the street have courage, but no one wants to face such a horrible person as the viewer.

Ning Que shook his head.

Everyone is silent.

Ning Que said: "But even if it doesn't die, it's useless."

Hearing this sentence, no one responded.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi leaned on the wet wall and looked at each other in a daze.

He was stupefied towards the old lady, and he smiled and scolded: "This time I am still teasing you."

He walked towards Dongcheng on crutches and shouted, "It's all over, what to do, what should I do, I should go home, find my mother, find someone, come quickly, and call someone at the Tai Chi Hospital."

The old lady of Chu made a magnificent laughter and gave the old knife to the daughter-in-law behind him.

Until this time, people finally confirmed the end of this battle.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi smiled at each other.

Dr. Tea chuckled.

Everyone laughed and laughed loudly.

Cheerful laughter gradually spread.

Every street in Chang'an City, laughter sounded.

Yulian Heng walked to the street holding the master.

Brother and the lord have been chasing for seven days, and their thoughts have long been exhausted. Today in Changan City, from the morning time to this time, from the street directly to the blue sky, they were even seriously injured.

"Brother, don't you think you are so tall in Houshan?"

Yulian watched as the brother was about to hang down on the toes of Can Xue, and frowned slightly.

Frowns because of confusion, but also because of pain.

She jumped into the blue sky, and then fell from the blue sky. She also had to hold the brother, although she was the deity of the deity, she was also seriously injured, and could not bear this pain.

Fresh blood came out of her slender ankle, the bones in the flesh did not know how many pieces it broke into, and every step of the way there was bone stubble stuck into the meat, causing endless pain.

Yulian stopped in the street, and thin sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

Brother landed, hugged her in her arms, and walked to the street, coughing up blood constantly.

Finally walked to the street with difficulty, and the master put her down and watched her explain slowly with a slow voice: "Sister, it's not that I got taller, but you got shorter."

Yu Lian yelled.

Sat side by side on the broken threshold.

Brother looked across the street and summoned each other.

Mo Shanshan did not see it because she was looking at the street.

On the street, Ning Que looked up at Qingtian and said, "Teacher, have you seen it?"

After a while, he said again: "Sangsang ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Did you see it?"

Ning Que slowly sat down.

The sound of countless knives rang out in Chang'an City, that was the voice of Guishe.

There were countless murmurs in his body, which was the sound of returning.

Countless heaven and earth vigours rushed out of his body and returned to the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

He began to bleed, and the blood was instantly shaken into mist, and there were countless lightning in the mist.

Is disillusioned for a while and reborn for a while.

Mo Shanshan approached him and lifted him up.

They also sat on the broken threshold.

The four people sitting on the threshold did not speak, but just looked at the sky quietly.

As if there is a beautiful picture on the sky.

There are no pictures in Qingtian.

Only the flame sprayed by the previous iron knife left two traces of water vapor on it.

Steam is the cloud.

That is a word written by Yun.

A big "person" word.

After a long time, the word gradually disappeared.

Seems to have never appeared.

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