Acting for the gods

Chapter 470 Unbearable Pain
Yan Suqing was good at appraising tea ceremony seals and emblems, because he participated in the case of Lin Guangyuan, he was kicked out of the army by the army.

Later, he bought a shop in Chang'an City and became the boss and tea art master.

In the past year, those who participated in Lin Guangyuan's case died one after another.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is an accident, and not many people care.

But Yan Suqing, who was also a participant, smelled danger.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence, and had two guesses in his mind.

One is that Xiahou or Prince Li Peiyan wanted to silence them.

Second, the things that were done at the beginning were not done cleanly, and the descendants of the Lin family came to take revenge.

Yan Suqing was more inclined to the latter, because Xiahou and Li Peiyan really wanted to silence them, and they didn't have to wait more than ten years, nor would they liquidate them one by one.

As for the guess that it is a descendant of the Lin family, it is because of time.

After 15 years, if you are an old man or a man in your prime, it is impossible to wait for such a long time.

Only children need time to grow.

Therefore, Yan Suqing guessed that he was a descendant of the Lin family, and most likely the son of the legendary Pluto!

Now that the other party has come, it is destined that only one of them can leave the tea house alive today.

Ning Que looked at Yan Suqing and asked, "Let me be direct. I want to know why you, Zhang Yiqi, and Chen Zixian insisted on framing General Xuanwei's mansion, so that the general's mansion was completely executed?"

Yan Suqing knew that the person in front of her was here to kill her, but she was not afraid at all, and said calmly: "For rights, money, light, and justice, each has its own reasons and excuses."

Seeing this, Ning Que's eyes became more serious: "You know I'm coming to kill you, why don't you run away?"

"Why should I run away?"

Yan Suqing looked at Ning Que with a smile: "The damned person is you."

While speaking, Yan Suqing flicked his sleeve, and a small, dark sword without a handle flew out from the sleeve.

[He is actually a great Nian teacher! 】

At this moment, Ning Que finally knew where the opponent's confidence came from, his body froze suddenly, and he subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife, ready to resist the sword, but then he felt something was wrong.

He didn't choose to take it hard, Ning Que leaned back, raised his foot to step on the table, flew back three meters, and narrowly avoided the sword's edge in a flat posture.

Just when Ning Que fell to the ground, Yan Suqing pointed sideways, and the dimly lit, handleless sword suddenly hummed in a low voice, turning into a dark trail of light, turning its direction in the air, from top to bottom It stabbed at Ning Que's heart.

Ning Que only felt a pinprick-like pain in his heart, but he remained calm and calm, and quickly turned to dodge.

With a clang, Ning Que's body had just stabilized when the sharp Pu knife was unsheathed, and then quickly rushed towards Yan Suqing.

After staying in the academy for a long time, my skills didn't grow much, but my knowledge still increased a lot.

Ning Que knew that there was a huge gap between himself and the Great Nian Master, retreating would only speed up death, and the only chance was to get close and interrupt the Nian Master's meditation.

However, Ning Que's explosive speed was fast, but it was not as fast as the flying sword controlled by the power of thought.

As soon as Ning Que's knife was slashed out, the flying sword turned and stabbed at Ning Que's back.

Ning Que's senses were extremely keen and he had a strong intuition for danger, so he adjusted his body immediately, but a bloodstain was still drawn by the flying sword.

"Why do you want to come back, you are an ominous person, you should have died long ago!"

Yan Suqing controlled Feijian and kept attacking Ning Que.

The distance between the two is only a few steps, but for Ning Que, the distance of just a few steps is as insurmountable as the abyss of heaven!

However, this already surprised Yan Suqing. He is obviously a person who can't cultivate, but he can dodge his Nianli Feijian one after another, which is very abnormal in itself.

[The son of Pluto, he really has evil intentions. 】

Thinking of this, Yan Suqing's killing intent became stronger, the flying sword buzzed, and the lightning pierced out.

Ning Que slashed with all his might, even if he cut through the air, he would rely on his fighting instinct honed on the battlefield and his strong control ability to avoid the vital parts at the last moment.

But if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, and soon Ning Que's body was cut with countless dense cuts by the flying sword. Blood seeped into his clothes, and even the worn out robe was soaked in blood.

The wound is small, and the blood flow is very slow, but if it flows for a long time, it will also cause death.

As the blood continued to flow out, Ning Que's reaction became slower and slower. If he didn't pay attention, his body suddenly sank.

The mind power of the mind master can not only act on the flying sword, but also directly act on other people's bodies.

And it is invisible and invisible, making it hard to guard against.

Although Yan Suqing's mind power is not as strong as Wang Jinglue's, Ning Que's fatal shortcoming is not Chao Xiaoshu's inability to practice.

Under the pressure of thoughts, Ning Que suddenly felt as if there was an extra mountain on his body, and he was about to kneel on the spot.

At this moment, the big black umbrella behind Ning Que radiated a strange force, offsetting most of the power of thought.

"Ok?"

Yan Suqing's complexion changed slightly, and then he manipulated the flying sword to shoot towards Ning Que's heart.

With the strength of his mind, Ning Que moved slowly, so he had to slash with his knife.

"When~"

Pu Dao looked at the flying sword, changed the flying sword's trajectory, and pushed it down.

However, Ning Que's strength was no match for the flying sword held by his mind, so he only changed direction, and the flying sword still stabbed forward.

"scoff~"

The flying sword passed through Ning Que's crotch, and Ning Que felt a chill in his lower body, and then felt an unbearable pain.

"Ah~"

Ning Que let out a scream, his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, his body trembled involuntarily, the knife in his hand fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it.

"You can't blame me for this. You asked for it yourself. You can die with peace of mind."

Yan Suqing felt a faint sadness when she looked at it, but she still didn't intend to let Ning Que go. After recalling Feijian, she would make the sword formula again.

"Buzz!"

The humming sound of the small gray sword was loud, and instantly pierced Ning Que's neck like lightning!

【Are you going to die? 】

At this moment, the revolving lantern of life seemed to appear in Ning Que's mind.

[No, I can't die, I survived with great difficulty, how can I die here. 】

Before the desperate situation, Ning Que broke through himself, forcibly suppressed the pain in his body, and held the handle of the big black umbrella.

The black umbrella opened with a sound of "Peng", and blocked Ning Que's body. The buzzing gray flying sword was like fallen leaves falling into an endless black quagmire, unable to move forward an inch.

"what?"

Just when Yan Suqing was shocked, his murderous heart was even more powerful, and he flew up and used his fingers as swords, concentrating majestic thoughts on one point, trying to break the surface with one point.

But poking her finger on the black umbrella, Yan Suqing suddenly felt powerless. At the same time, she felt an indescribable sense of nausea. Deep in her heart, unprecedented fear appeared. Her body trembled violently, and her face instantly became extremely pale.

At this moment, Ning Que pulled out another simple knife and stabbed it into Yan Suqing's body.

"laugh!"

Yan Suqing didn't dodge, nor did he use his thoughts to block it, the knife directly pierced his body, which was much easier than Ning Que imagined.

"The power of darkness, you... are indeed the son of Pluto!"

After uttering the last sentence, Yan Suqing fell into a pool of blood unwillingly, without a sound.

Ning Que didn't feel well either. The knife just now exhausted all his strength, coupled with the amount of bleeding on his body, it was difficult for Ning Que to hold on, and he was on the verge of falling.

"I can't fall down yet, I still have..."

Ning Que knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, and wanted to leave the scene to avoid being caught, but he was seriously injured, and he only moved half a step, and there was a heart-piercing pain below him, and finally he did not walk out of the tea house. Fell in a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)