The clouds are deep and the fog is heavy. I can only hear his voice but not see his person. It is a good moment to have a heart-to-heart talk, review life, and express feelings for each other. Not to mention that the grudges have been forgotten, at least we should feel sympathy for each other, and sigh for a while with a literary and artistic atmosphere.
Then they will straighten their clothes, face each other with swords, and complete the lifelong fight as equals.
Who would have thought that Ning Que would suddenly take action, using the most powerful iron arrow. At such a wonderful moment, he would use the most shameless sneak attack method. If there were any spectators, they would surely be amazed by his shamelessness.
There was a soft buzzing sound, coming from the string of the iron bow as stable as a mountain. The iron arrow shot through the air and disappeared in an instant. The river hidden in the clouds and mist roared, and a clear and terrifying arrow hole appeared in the clouds.
Before the Arrow Cave was the opposite bank, which was deserted and without any sound. The iron arrow passed directly over the shallow hills on the opposite bank, flew to an extremely distant place, or fell into the stormy sea.
Ning Que's calm and even cold-blooded sneak attack yielded no results, because his enemy today was the one who knew him best. Knowing his shamelessness and ruthlessness, he would definitely not give him such a chance.
But there is still something puzzling. Long Qing has been talking there, and Ning Que has been staring at the origin of the voice. How can he determine when Ning Que will fire the arrow, so as to avoid it in advance?
The Arrow Cave gradually disappeared, and the held vitality of heaven and earth spread out in all directions, bringing in countless catkins of breeze. Thousands of catkins of breeze merged into one place and became a violent current. Amidst the whistling sound, the clouds and mist gradually dispersed.
Looking at the other side that was gradually becoming clearer, Ning Que's expression became serious.
Many people appeared on the other side of the river, densely packed like ghosts hidden among the rocks. These people exuded powerful auras, their eyes were gray and cold, and hundreds of eyes looked at him coldly. The picture was extremely strange and terrifying.
These powerful practitioners who followed Long Qing now looked like a pack of wolves that had been hungry for many years.
Ning Que saw Long Qing.
The man who had been quietly dissatisfied just a moment ago, making everyone think that he would seek a fair and equal fight with Ning Que, was now standing at the back of hundreds of strong practitioners, very cautious and extremely dangerous.
, just like the breath flowing out of his body, giving people an indescribable and complex feeling.
The iron arrow missed, but it was like a signal. The battle began.
Hundreds of strong cultivators rushed into the turbulent river amidst the deafening sound of killing. The water in the upper reaches was not deep, just above their knees. For a moment, the water splashed wildly, and the sound was extremely terrifying.
Ning Que did not draw out the iron sword, but held one end of the iron bow and waited silently.
Naturally, the fastest one to come was the flying sword. Several shining Dao swords broke through the slightly cold air and the remaining mist, and pierced his body with a hissing sound.
Ning Que didn't look at these Dao swords. He just stared at Long Qing behind the crowd, who was gradually retreating into the depths of the mountain forest. When the Dao swords left several bright marks on his pupils, he didn't even blink.
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Several Dao swords stabbed his body almost in no particular order.
Several strange clicking noises sounded on the shore.
The sound was so loud that for a moment, it even covered up the sound of the angry and rushing river. The sound was like a child holding a dull knife and trying to open a pig's trotter that had been smoked for ten years, but only failed.
I can watch in vain as the blade slides across the tough surface, leaving no trace.
The sharp Dao sword could not pierce his skin at all.
In an instant of contact, Ning Que used Haotian's divine radiance to burn off the connection between the Dao swords and the swordsman. Accompanied by those weird sounds, the Dao swords bent and then fell to the ground like scrap metal.
He walked forward and suddenly saw that at the other end of the valley after the fog had cleared, there was a cliff. Below the cliff was a blue sea. It looked very familiar, as if he had been there before - yes, he had been there before.
Pass there, that's where he first met the girls from Mo Shanshan and Mo Chi Yuan.
He suddenly missed her.
Ever since Sangsang left the world, he had not thought about her and the other girls in the world for a long time, but at this moment after the clouds disappeared and the blue lake appeared, he suddenly thought about it.
He himself didn't understand why.
Or is it because he is not sure of defeating Long Qing, even if he leaves the river bank? Although bones can be buried everywhere in Qingshan, if you die here, it is not bad, so you can review it a little.
Those strong practitioners who crossed the river to attack were all real masters of the Taoist sect. They had followed Long Qing to fight in the Yan Kingdom in the Eastern Wasteland for many years, and their fighting spirit and determination were extraordinary. At this time, seeing Ning Que's body as strong as steel, he could actually completely
Ignoring the cutting of the Tao sword, it did not give them any fear, nor did it slow down their pace for a moment.
The angry river was trampled by footsteps, and hundreds of Taoist masters came from the other side to this side. They recalled the Taoist swords flying freely in the air, held them tightly in their hands, and stabbed Ning Que's body.
This is what Ke Haoran and Liu Bai teach all practitioners in the world - the closer the natal sword is to oneself, the better, so that the connection is truly close. The closer oneself should be to the enemy, the better, so that he can ignore all defenses.
A middle-aged man wearing leather armor, holding a sword, jumped into the air in front of Ning Que with an indifferent expression, and slashed his head with the sword without any fancy. The sword was so fast that it even tore the air.
There was no time to make a sound.
This sword is interesting and very powerful.
No matter how powerful Ning Que is, he cannot completely ignore such a sword.
He looked at the middle-aged man and thought he looked familiar. He remembered that he was a cavalry commander who Ye Hongyu had expelled from the Judgment Temple. He was also one of the so-called fallen commanders who later became feared in the world.
Ning Que directly raised the iron bow, held the bow arm tightly with his left hand, and dropped his right hand on the string like a flowing stream. He pulled it casually, and there was a soft buzzing sound, and the bow string vibrated back to its position.
The cavalry commander was puzzled, because there was no arrow on the iron bow, how could he kill someone?
The next moment, the cavalry commander's face became extremely pale, a flash of light flashed in his gray eyes, and with a loud shout, he returned his sword to protect himself because he felt the killing intent.
There is no arrow on the string of the iron bow, but there is killing intent.
Ning Que let go of the string, and a fierce killing intent shot through the air.
There was a soft hiss, and a clear corrosion mark appeared on the sword in the hand of the cavalry commander, which broke with a snap. Then, a thin line of blood appeared on his wrist.
Like a ripe fruit falling off the branch, the cavalry commander's hand fell to the ground.
Ning Que raised his iron bow and knocked to the ground a cultivator who was sneaking up from the side. Without any pause, he drew the bowstring again and loosened the bowstring towards the cavalry commander who had just landed.
There was a soft buzzing sound, someone was playing the piano.
There was an extra line of blood on the body of the cavalry commander.
The blood line was drawn from the left shoulder to the ribs, and it was extremely deep.
The next moment, the upper half of his body slipped from the lower half, like a toppling mountain.
At this moment, there was a moment of silence on both sides of the turbulent and violent river.
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