When the sound of the string sounded on the river beach where the clouds and mist had dispersed, no one in the world had ever seen someone kill someone with an empty string, because in the autumn rain in front of the Honglian Temple, Ning Que used the murderous intention on the string to cut the leader named Zi into dozens of pieces.
When they were eating a piece of meat, Long Qing and his subordinates were fleeing down the mountain and did not see the scene.
In the autumn rain, Ning Que knew his destiny. From that moment on, he had the ability to kill people with a bowstring. However, he never used it in the following years. He kept this ability in the deepest part of his quiver.
It was not until today that he faced the influx of powerful practitioners that he was revealed to the world.
Hundreds of strong practitioners rushed over without fear of life or death.
Ning Que silently pulled the bow string.
There was a soft buzzing sound! A heavy iron knife was cut in half, and the strong man holding the knife had his right arm cut off. He let out a painful howl, could not maintain his balance, and fell into the river.
A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe screamed sharply, and the green sword in his hand turned into a swimming dragon, carrying the river water under him and the powerful breath of heaven and earth, and blasted towards his face.
He raised his iron bow and pulled the bowstring against the swimming dragon formed by the river.
There was another soft buzz!
The water dragon was cut off, and a crack appeared in the middle-aged man's robe. The crack expanded rapidly, and blood spurted out, instantly dyeing the river red. He fell heavily into the bloody water and could no longer stand up.
A strong man from Dongzhang wearing a leather robe pulled the bowstring and aimed across the river at the other side.
Ning Que didn't even look, he drew his bow and fired. The murderous intention passed through the surging water, carrying wetness. It took on a vague shape and came to the opponent at an unimaginable speed.
There was a crisp sound, and the powerful bow in the hand of the strong Dongzhang barbarian broke from it. The bow string was divided into two parts and thrown into the air. The scattered string flowers were more beautiful than the water splash, and the broken bow body was hit hard.
It hit his face, right on his eyes, and a mixture of blood and juice came out.
However, the East Tent strongman did not let out a scream or howl of pain, because the murderous intention attached to Ning Quexian did not dissipate after cutting off his hard bow. Instead, he continued to move forward, directly cutting off his neck, and his head fell.
Falling into the river, it looks like a stone.
All you need to do is bend the bow. No need to nock the arrow. It is obviously a false shot, but it has real killing intent.
This is Ning Que's method of killing people with an iron bow.
His movements were very steady, and his right hand turned into afterimages. No matter it was a sword or an arrow, it was impossible to be faster than Li Xian's murderous intent. What's more, the murderous intent was invisible and qualityless, how to prevent it?
The turbulent river water was instantly dyed red with blood, and several strong men fell to death in just one encounter. Before his lightning-quick control of the strings, there was no enemy at all.
Ning Que looked at Long Qing's figure that was gradually disappearing into the mountains and forests in the distance, and walked towards the river. At this time, all the hundreds of strong practitioners had come to his side, and the bloody battle continued.
Countless swords, talismans, feathers and arrows flew vertically and horizontally, cutting the air on the river into a rapid cyclone, just like the rapid river water, which contained countless dangers.
Even with the strength of Ning Que's body, he still suffered some injuries under such a high-density and high-intensity attack. The black hospital uniform was in pieces, and some blood could be faintly seen under his ribs.
But his expression remained calm, and he walked silently to the other side. He held the bow in his left hand and controlled the string with his right hand. He raised his arm to aim from time to time, and pulled the bow string with his right hand. The whole movement was stable to a perfect level.
He was not disturbed by any attacks - those attacks wanted to kill him, but could not kill him instantly, so those who wanted to attack him would be killed by his iron bow.
With a sweet bow sound, a blood line appeared on the body of a strong practitioner. No matter how strong the armor the person wore or the powerful body he had after practicing martial arts, he could not prevent the blood line from penetrating into the deepest part of his bones and flesh until he was
Cut in half, or lose limbs, or die.
No one could stop Ning Que from moving forward, not even risking his own life in attacking. A battle group composed of hundreds of powerful practitioners was even led back by him alone!
Hundreds of people were led back by an iron bow!
The sound of the strings kept ringing, buzzing, like playing a harp randomly, very similar to the sounds that sounded in the square in front of the Baita Temple in Chaoyang City of the Yuelun Kingdom back then, except that the senior brother broke hundreds of bow strings that day, in order to
To prevent Ning Que from being killed, Ning Que kept playing with the strings today in order to kill people as quickly as possible.
They walked and shot, and blood kept splattering, and some people fell into the river.
Ning Que walked to the middle of the river. He stood on a slightly protruding rock, facing the wind and looking at the mountains and forests on the other side. The river wind blew his hair, and he looked so silent and strong.
The more than 200 strong practitioners who were still alive were either standing in the rushing river or standing on the bank. They looked at him with complicated expressions and temporarily stopped attacking.
It is easier said than done to shake a tree, I am invincible in the world - this sentence is used to describe Liu Bai. Ning Que has not yet reached that level, but with the iron bow in hand, who can be his opponent in close combat in the world?
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Ning Que looked at the mountain forest and said: "Since you are not convinced, you should stand up and fight me openly. Why let these people die?"
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Long Qing was not by the river, but in the dense forest behind the cliff.
He looked at the bloody scenes on the river, silent and calm.
Ning Que was very powerful - although Ning Que's ability to kill people with just an iron bow was beyond his imagination, but this person's power was something he had expected, so he couldn't be moved.
At this time, Long Qing heard Ning Que's words. He did not get angry because he was humiliated and ridiculed. Instead, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and laughed silently, because he knew that Ning Que was telling a joke.
Before he and Ning Que, there would never be sympathy for each other because they were neither heroes, nor would they fight like Jun Mo and Ye Su, because they were not gentlemen.
Ning Que launched a sneak attack with the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows. How could he be said to be outnumbered?
Long Qing knew his shamelessness, and in order to defeat him, he had to be equally or even more shameless - he would do anything to win, it didn't matter if he sold his soul, what else did he care about?
The Taoist sect is already in turmoil, so he will not return to Taoshan. The Northeastern Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty has penetrated deep into the Yan territory. If his brother mishandles the situation even slightly, Chengjing will be massacred, so he will not return to his old capital.
He didn't care about any of this, he only cared about Ning Que.
Why? Because I don’t accept it.
How can we be convinced? Of course, it is not to defeat the opponent in an upright manner, but to kill the opponent.
If you die, you will naturally accept it.
Between him and Ning Que, whoever dies first must submit.
Long Qing understands this truth, and so does Ning Que.
So Ning Que's words were just a joke, so he laughed.
Long Qing smiled because he knew he was about to win.
Ning Que ran out of talisman paper in Weicheng and exhausted his Haoran energy in Qinghe County. He can still write talismans, but there is no ready-made talisman paper. If he wants to write magic talismans, he will have to use his telekinesis. He can also use Haotian Divine Glory.
, but he no longer has the Haoran Qi that he has accumulated for many years in his belly. If he wants to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth in his body, he will need to consume a lot of mental power.
Everyone knows that Ning Que, like Ye Hongyu, is a peerless genius who has practiced several sects and has countless Taoist techniques. After Xia Hou, it is difficult for anyone to force him to use all his trump cards, and with his current level of strength, it is even more impossible.
But he traveled thousands of miles to kill people. Even if he retreated to Lanke Temple for a period of time and recovered, he would not be as powerful as when he first left Chang'an City. There were some methods that he could not regain in a short time.
What Long Qing wanted to do was to force him to use up his mind power.
He induced Ning Que to shoot the iron arrow, and he let hundreds of his last, most loyal, and most powerful subordinates attack without fear of life and death, and die one after another, just to consume Ning Que's telepathy.
The power of mind is the foundation of spiritual practice, the firewood of the battle flame, and everything.
No one has ever thought of defeating Ning Que by consuming telepathy, because his telepathy is extremely powerful, which is also something that many people know, but Long Qing dared to think like this, so he thought like this.
Because only he himself knows a fact.
No one has more telekinesis than him!
Ning Que can’t either!
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(Tomorrow, my wife will arrive, everything will be fine. I will recover as soon as possible, and then gather enough energy to write the ending of Jiang Ye! Please encourage me! Thank you!)