Chapter 1311

In an instant, the fishing line reached Beimingzi. It changed in a thousand ways in front of his face, subtle and imperceptible. There was not even a sound of breaking through the air, so the danger in it was truly indescribable.

Beimingzi had no other expression on his face. He wore a long robe and a high hat, like an ancient person from the Qin and Han periods, and in fact, if one really traced it, he was indeed an ancient person from that period.

Facing Ning Daoqi's attack, Beimingzi made no move. Just like the Luo River at this time, quiet and moving. The next moment, Ning Daoqi's eyes focused, and he saw the heaven and earth around Beimingzi fading rapidly.

Heaven and earth lost their color!

In the past, this was just an adjective, but at this moment, it truly appeared in front of him.

All colors withered and disappeared, and the heaven and earth became gray and white. The fishing line that Ning Daoqi swung in front of Beimingzi also decayed rapidly in an instant, as if it had experienced countless suns, moons, and springs and autumns.

In a short moment, the fishing line decayed completely. A breeze blew, and the broken fishing line danced with the wind.

Ning Daoqi held the bamboo fishing rod in his hand and was no longer sitting by the Luo River.

To be precise, he could no longer sit still.

Ning Daoqi jumped up, his toes stepped lightly on the Luo River, and in an instant, he arrived beside Beimingzi. The fishing rod in his hand was like a long whip, a long sword, swung out, carrying a powerful force towards Beimingzi.

Beimingzi's expression was neither happy nor sad.

He raised his hand gently, and a gentle force emerged from his hand. In an instant, Ning Daoqi's fishing rod shattered into countless fragments, which then scattered into the Luo River, drifting away with the endless flowing water.

Fighting Beimingzi at close range, Ning Daoqi finally felt Beimingzi's power.

But he had no fear.

As the number one person in the Central Plains, Ning Daoqi's strength was not weak. This name was not blown out by others, but fought out by his own strength.

But precisely because he became the number one person in the Central Plains,

Ning Daoqi felt confused about the road ahead.

Ahead, there was no road.

Or rather, there was a road ahead, but he did not find a way to walk on that road.

The reason why Ning Daoqi had such thoughts,

was all because of one person.

The Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian!

In the past, the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian and Ning Daoqi were famous in the world, but only Ning Daoqi knew that his fame with Xiang Yutian was purely because the righteous people were elevating him, and his strength was far inferior to Xiang Yutian's.

Later, Xiang Yutian died in seclusion. Ning Daoqi was skeptical because he did not believe that a person like Xiang Yutian would die like this, but the facts were so, and he had to believe it.

But Xiang Yutian's power made Ning Daoqi realize that there was still a road ahead for him to walk.

In order to pursue more powerful strength,

Ning Daoqi ultimately chose to borrow the "Cihang Sword Classic."

Because the technique practiced by Xiang Yutian was the "Dao Heart Planting Demon Technique" among the four strange books, he, as a Daoist, naturally had no way to borrow the "Dao Heart Planting Demon Technique." As for the "Long Life Formula," he was interested, as it was a strange Daoist book, but unfortunately, the "Long Life Formula" had not appeared for a long time and its whereabouts were unknown, so Ning Daoqi could not find it either.

Only the "Cihang Sword Classic" was different. It was also one of the four strange books and was hidden in the Cihang Jingzhai.

Ning Daoqi borrowed the "Cihang Sword Classic" and ultimately vomited blood after reading it.

Originally, with Ning Daoqi's powerful strength, he would not vomit blood just by watching a secret manual, but after seeing this book, Ning Daoqi couldn't help but want to verify the contents of the "Cihang Sword Classic" with his own learning.

The "Cihang Sword Classic" was a technique that only women could practice, which was the Dao of extreme yin and no pole.

Ning Daoqi, as a man, forcibly operated the "Cihang Sword Classic," causing his cultivation body to clash, leading to qi deviation. In comparison, just vomiting blood was not a heavy price.

Of course, because of this, the Cihang Jingzhai became famous.

At this moment, at Beimingzi's place, Ning Daoqi felt unprecedented pressure. There was no doubt that this expert who called himself Beimingzi was a high-ranking person similar to Xiang Yutian in the past.

Being able to fight such an expert was no less than a strange encounter for Ning Daoqi.

After the fishing rod in his hand shattered, he reached out and scooped up a part of the endless flowing water beside him, sweeping towards Beimingzi.

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The flowing water was surging, seemingly weak, but it could also pierce through stone.

It could be the weakest thing in the world, or it could be the toughest and sharpest thing in the world.

However, when the flowing water manipulated by Ning Daoqi reached Beimingzi, it became inexplicably docile. They lost all their sharpness.

Beimingzi did not speak. If he chose to speak, he would probably say, "A petty trick dares to show off before an expert."

Playing with water, the Dao School was professional!

The next moment, in Ning Daoqi's horrified eyes, the flowing water he scooped from the Luo River and attacked Beimingzi with circled around Beimingzi's body and attacked him with an orderly pattern.

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Ten Thousand Rivers and Autumn Water!

This unique skill of the Daoist Heavenly Sect could manipulate the water flow within three feet of the body. Even if there was no water, it could convert the water vapor in the air into flowing water.

Of course, for Beimingzi at this moment, it was not so troublesome.

Because Ning Daoqi's attack on him with the help of the water flow in the Luo River had already provided him with great help.

The flowing water immediately turned into dozens or hundreds of sharp swords, hitting Ning Daoqi's body.

When Beimingzi attacked Ning Daoqi, he deliberately eliminated the sharp force of the flowing water. Even so, when many water swords hit Ning Daoqi's body, it still made him suffer many heavy blows.

His body in the Daoist robe flew out and smashed heavily on the bank of the Luo River.

"Is that all? The so-called number one person in the Central Plains looks like nothing more than this!"

Looking at Ning Daoqi who fell heavily on the bank, Beimingzi's calm voice rang out.

Ning Daoqi was soaked all over. He stood up from the bank with difficulty and looked at Beimingzi, his expression unprecedentedly solemn: "The Dao brother's strength is the best among all the experts I have ever seen. Since so, I will no longer hide."

"I have a unique skill called the Eight Puffs of Scattered Hands. Please give me some advice, Dao brother!"

As Ning Daoqi spoke, his momentum also rose and climbed.