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Chapter 306 Grandmaster's Twilight

With the violent tremors of the sky and the earth, there were bursts of dazzling white light in front of the eyes of the audience, even if they opened their eyes, they could not see the battle situation in the distance clearly.

When the white light dissipated and the roar gradually weakened, everyone opened their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, surprise sounds resounded.In the previous gladiatorial fight, Xia Yunmo and Ning Daoqi bombarded with almost all their strength, with their location as the center, a radius of nearly a hundred feet has been turned into ruins, revealing a cruel scene like the doomsday.

Then he took a closer look, Xia Yunmo, the heavenly protector of the country, was still standing there, and seemed to be fine except for some damage to his clothes.

After this battle, his aura seemed to be even stronger, just looking at it gave people a thrilling feeling.

However, why did Ning Daoqi, a loose man, disappear?
Even if he loses to Xia Yunmo, he shouldn't disappear, right?
Was it smashed into slag?How is this possible?That is Ning Daoqi, the undisciplined man, the number one master in the world.

If Ning Daoqi died, there would be a corpse left here.

But since there is no corpse here, there is only one possibility, he escaped!
That's right, Ning Daoqi did escape!
This point was clear to Xia Yunmo, he gently stroked the Bingshui sword in his hand, with wonder in his eyes.

The original water sword was clear and transparent, but now it has bloody veins, and the blood on it naturally comes from Ning Daoqi.

At the most critical moment, Nanning Daoqi realized the ninth pounce of "San Shou eight pounces".

Jiupu is indeed powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth. If he is given a certain amount of time, he may be able to use this to shatter the void, break the cage, and enter a brand new realm.

It's a pity that with Xia Yunmo's sword strike, he had no way out. In addition, he had been injured by Xia Yunmo's sword energy before, and his potential had been exhausted, so he had no choice but to escape.

Even if he escaped, his life could not be saved.

……

At dusk, in a certain remote bamboo forest.

A tall figure slowly appeared and walked into the bamboo forest step by step.

This person's posture was indifferent, with a calm smile on his face, his hands were behind his back, and a gust of evening wind blew his sleeves, his beard and hair fluttered, making him more free and easy.

It's a pity that his face was too pale, like a dead person.Naturally, this was none other than Ning Daoqi, a loose man.

In the end, Ning Daoqi came to a bamboo house in the center of the bamboo forest.

The bamboo house is very simple, only a stone couch, a wooden table, a stool and a stool.There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the wooden case, and a few books are placed on the west cabinet on the right, and nothing else.

The place where the number one expert in the Central Plains lives is actually so simple.

Ning Daoqi walked to the wooden case, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines on a piece of white paper.Immediately, he clapped his hands, and a black shadow flew in from outside and stopped on the wooden case.

This is a harpy eagle, with a black upper body, a light lower body, and piercing eyes.

This is not an ordinary hawk, it is a well-trained psychic hawk. It can fly thousands of miles a day, and it is extremely ferocious. shoot down.

Ning Daoqi tied the note to the psychic hawk's leg, and watched the hawk gradually fly up into the sky and become a black shadow. He sighed and sat down on the stool.

"I hope that a catastrophe can be avoided."

Sitting on the chair for a while, Ning Daoqi's face became more and more rosy, he stood up, walked out of the room again, and came to a stream in the bamboo forest.

He stood on the edge of the creek, looking up at the dying sunset, but his face was extremely rosy, as if he was no different from a normal person.

Ning Daoqi flicked his hand lightly in the air, and strange lines appeared in the air immediately, as if dense mist appeared between the sky and the earth, and there was even the sound of the sea tide.

Faintly, a strange fish can be seen fighting the sea, and then it turns into a big bird, soaring into the sky, with Qingyun on its back.

"The ninth move of Sanshou Bapu, the old man finally realized it."

At this time, Ning Daoqi's mind and realm have been sublimated to the extreme, and he has entered a vast and boundless world.

At this moment, a mass of blood appeared on his chest, the blood gushed out, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Although his spirit had risen to a certain level, it was a pity that the previous blow had exhausted his body's potential, and he was severely injured by Xia Yunmo's sword.

For ordinary martial arts practitioners, the physical body is very important, once it is destroyed, it is difficult to reach the peak.

Even for Buddhist disciples, before they escape from the sea of ​​suffering, their physical body is a supreme treasure.Only when you reach the other shore can you let go of this stinky skin.

"This old man's life has been considered extremely bright, and I have no regrets, but it's a pity that I can't see the scenery outside the sky."

Ning Daoqi's complexion became more and more gloomy, and the setting sun gradually set, and the last ray of afterglow also sprinkled on his body, making him look a bit bleak.

"I heard the way in the morning, and I will die in the evening, so the old man will go."

Ning Daoqi sighed leisurely, and finally closed his eyes.So far, there is no more top master in the Central Plains in the world, and no more scattered people Ning Daoqi.

The sun finally went down.

……

There is a mountain in the depths of Jiangdong, its name is Yumeng Mountain, at a glance, it is surrounded by smog.

And in Yumeng Mountain, there is a tall mountain peak, as if climbing to the sky.Walking along the mountain road, you can see a stone plaque, engraved with a line of small characters: Home is in this mountain, and the clouds are deep.

The font is Xiaozhuan, and the handwriting is not known how many years have passed, and it looks a little mottled.But the dusty air contained in it still hasn't dissipated.

Continuing to walk up the mountain, there are seven wooden doors with lotus patterns on the door.

Passing through these seven wooden doors, it is as if you have washed away all the mundane aura in your body, and become a celestial being who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Behind the Seven Kinds of Gate is a large square, and looking back, there is a white jade hall with awe-inspiring immortality.

This is the place where the mysterious Cihang Jingzhai, the leader of the righteous way in the world, is located.

And that awe-inspiring hall is the main hall of Cihang Jingzhai, "Cihang Hall". In the Cihang Hall, a nun in Tsing Yi is sitting on a white jade futon.

At first glance, the nun's age is not very old, probably in her twenties, her brows and eyes are full of aura, as if they are the essence of heaven and earth.

Only her eyes showed extraordinary depth and vicissitudes, showing that her real age was no longer young.

In addition to the nun in Tsing Yi, there were eight other nuns in the hall, sitting behind the nun in Tsing Yi in an orderly manner.

They were singing a cappella in Sanskrit, when a hawk flew over and landed in front of the nun in Tsing Yi.

The nun in Tsing Yi took down the note under the eagle's legs, opened it and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly sighed, and two tears flowed from her eyes.

"The Taoist friend passed away, and the demons are in chaos. Why do the common people suffer, why do the common people suffer."

(End of this chapter)