Volume 6 Suddenly, Chapter 101: The Feast (Part 2)
Long Qing's confidence lies in the fact that he never fights alone. There are many people in his body, and there are also many people by the river at this time. Those people are strong practitioners from Daomen and Dongzhang Royal Court, not ordinary cavalry. Even if Ning Que is a real
With ten thousand enemies, it is impossible to completely ignore the attacks of these powerful men.
Ning Que also noticed that today's situation was a bit strange - when faced with his iron bow, none of the practitioners chose to retreat temporarily, but instead risked their lives and feared death, attacking one after another.
The cultivator whose arms he cut off changed his hand and held the weapon and killed him again; the cultivator whose legs he cut off also jumped and continued to attack with his companions; those people's faces were pale, and they jumped every time.
A lot of blood will be spilled, and you may die at any time but don't care. The picture is extremely scary.
The terrifying picture means the terrifying will to fight. Ning Que stood on the rocks, constantly pulling the bow and string, shooting the enemies approaching him one by one in the rushing river. His expression remained unchanged, but his heart felt slightly: so
How could a will that was so powerful that it was not even human-like appear in these people?
Suddenly, he noticed that there was something wrong with the eyes of these strong practitioners. They were not like the black of ordinary Central Plains people, nor the common brown of barbarians, but a very strange gray, as dim as lead clouds in the sky.
More than two hundred strong practitioners rushed towards the river, surrounded and attacked. No matter how injured they were, their emotions were so calm, even a little numb, and no fear could be seen in their gray eyes.
All you can see is the devouring killing flesh, even the aura of self-destruction.
Looking at these hundreds of pairs of gray eyes, Ning Que felt that he was surrounded by hundreds of hungry wild wolves. The air around him became a little cold, and he felt strong vigilance. The movements of his hands gradually slowed down.
——Slowing down the movement does not mean slowing down the attack, but requires that each attack can achieve the best effect. It is naturally best if you can directly chop the opponent in half or break the neck. If not, then be sure to cut off one of the opponent's legs.
Make it difficult for the opponent to move and slow down the opponent's attack density like a wolf pack.
He was so cautious because of the sense of crisis that emerged deep in his heart. At this time, Dao swords and feather arrows were everywhere on the river, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth was cut into chaos by hundreds of thoughts. No matter how fast his attacks were, they would always fail.
There is a price to pay, even if it is a ray of thought power or a hair.
No matter how small the cost is accumulated, it will affect the outcome of the final battle, such as an ant nest on a thousand-mile long embankment, or an iron spoon on a sturdy prison cell. Ning Que must be cautious, not to mention these hungry wolves.
The gray eyes of the strong practitioners reminded him of the terrifying ** practiced by Long Qing. He would not forget that Long Qing had not taken action until now, and the opponent hidden in the mountains and forests must be waiting for an opportunity.
The river is still rushing, the clouds and fog have dispersed without a trace, there is no blazing sun in the sky, only the faint light illuminates the fighting in the angry river on the cliff and the blue waist sea under the cliff not far away.
Ning Que continued to walk towards the other side, and people kept falling in front of his iron bow, but the falling speed was much slower than before, and his steps became heavier and heavier, as if he had a solemn look on his face.
Long Qing was indeed looking for an opportunity, and he was sure that the opportunity would definitely appear - he and Ning Que knew each other too well, and conspiracies and tricks did not make much sense. Realm cultivation and even body were exposed to the sky and the sun.
Next, the so-called game can only be an obvious game, then everything can be calculated.
Under the continuous attacks of hundreds of strong practitioners who are not afraid of life and death, no matter how powerful Ning Que's mental power is, it will gradually be depleted. No matter how cautious he is, loopholes will eventually be exposed.
The mottled shadows of the forest leaves seemed to add countless scars to Long Qing's face. He watched the battle scenes in the river quietly and intently, and watched Ning Que walking down the rocks and walking towards him.
Ning Que's movements in controlling the strings were still so steady, and his steps were also so steady, but... too steady.
He raised his hands to wave the strings and plunged into the water. The rhythm was unimaginably precise. However, it was this absolutely precise rhythm that gave rise to a slightly stiff feeling.
At the beginning of the battle, the feeling of freedom that Ning Que once showed had been worn away by blood and stumps without even realizing it. He could only control the entire battle with precision.
Wanting to control means that he is almost out of control.
This is the opportunity Long Qing has been waiting for.
A cold, dead wind suddenly appeared in the forest. More than a dozen birds flew away in all directions, screaming in fright, but they failed to cross the top of the forest. Their bodies were frozen by the cold wind and they fell down.
A shallow layer of frost appeared on the ground, and the frost extended all the way out of the forest until it reached the river bank, freezing the first few waves that came ashore, and then a thousand layers of snow grew.
Long Qing's figure was like a ghost, appearing in the rushing river and in front of Ning Que. Behind him were two tracks like ruts, faintly imprinted on the frost.
The strange sight of ice and snow on the riverside in the forest was because at this moment, he did not hesitate to release all the aura of death, burst out with unimaginable speed, and pounced directly in front of Ning Que.
At that time, Ning Que had just pulled the string of his iron bow and shot a powerful Eastern Wasteland warrior in half. He had just raised his right foot and was about to step onto the slightly wet rock in front of him.
He raised his hands and then moved his feet, and there was a rhythm of his own, which was not broken by the terrifying swords and winds on the river. As long as he kept this rhythm, he could keep moving forward without stopping.
Long Qing had the power to break his rhythm, and it was at the most critical point of his rhythm.
A lonely black peach blossom, with an indescribable sense of desolation, came down from a high position and blasted towards Ning Que's face!
Ning Que's left hand was holding the handle of the bow, and his right hand had just left the bow string and was in the process of grabbing the bird's tail.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Ning Que retracted his right hand, held the lower end of the iron bow, and held the middle part of the iron bow with his left hand. He pushed his hands forward to block the black peach blossom.
The whole movement was done in one go, as if Long Qing had been expected to appear at this moment.
But only he and Long Qing knew that it was not a smooth process. His rhythm was broken, his power of thought was exhausted, and his right hand holding the bird's tail wanted to help the mountain, but in the end he still owed one point.
Long Qing stood on the reef, looking at him expressionlessly, his feet as steady as roots.
Ning Que was standing in the river, his right foot had not yet landed on the rock, and he was swaying unsteadily.
The dark iron bow stands against the dark peach blossoms.
The rushing river was quiet for a moment.
Then, there was a loud bang!
The black rock at Long Qing's feet was broken into countless pieces.
Terrifying air waves surged in all directions.
A clear, deep mark like a plow appeared on the river surface, which was the mark of the water surface being cut.
Those were the marks left by Ning Que's feet on the river when he was knocked away.
He swept across the river like a stone and hit the cliff heavily!
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the earth shook.
The river started flowing again, still as fast as before.
Long Qing stood in the river. There was a lot of dust and river water on the black divine robe. He was wet all over, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and there was a streak of blood dripping from the corner of his lips. He looked extremely embarrassed.
However, his eyes were so bright, as bright as stars.
Because he looked at the cliff on the other side of the river, the smoke and dust had settled, and a dark hole appeared there.
No one knew how deep Ning Que was knocked into the cliff.
Long Qing knew that Ning Que was not dead, but he knew that he had won this head-on confrontation, without any bells and whistles and without any skills at all. It was a pure competition between mind power and realm.
This was important, so he smiled.
After a while, Ning Que's voice came from the cliff. He seemed a little tired, but still stable.
"It would be too shameless to use so many loyal subordinates to consume my telekinesis, and then launch a sneak attack... I see that you are smiling now, and you seem very proud of it?"
Ning Que walked out of the cliff, looked at Long Qing in the river and said.
His front was covered with blood, not from being shaken by the iron bow, but from coughing up.
Long Qing looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
Those strong practitioners who were like hungry wolves crossed over his side without waiting for orders and killed Ning Que on the other side.
The sound of killing by the river shook the sky again, and the breath of heaven and earth was cut into countless fragments by swords, knives and arrows.
Long Qing would not give Ning Que any time or opportunity to meditate and restore his mind power.
The sound of the iron bow once again overwhelmed the sound of the rushing water and began to harvest life.
Everything seems to be the same as before.
But actually everything is different.
Ning Que's movements were still stable, but even more stiff.
His expression was still calm, but there were emotions deep in his eyes that no one could understand.
Those strong practitioners were obviously controlled by Long Qing's secret method, or at least were given some restrictions. After their eyes turned gray, although their strength did not increase much, their will became extremely terrifying, and they really showed their stubbornness.
To the extreme, if he is not killed or beaten to pieces, he will cause trouble to Ning Que.
Many people think that as long as their level of strength is high enough, they can kill all enemies in the world, but they never think that as long as they are human, they will always get tired, and their mental power will always be exhausted.
Ning Que's mental power is gradually depleted and is not exhausted yet, but there are signs.
At the moment when the sign appeared, the breath of death appeared again on both sides of the Nu River. The cold-resistant thick-skinned fish under the rocks in the water were frozen, and Long Qing came to him again.
A black peach blossom bloomed and came to my face.
Ning Que didn't smell the faint fragrance of flowers, nor did he appreciate the beautiful black petals.
He stared at Long Qing behind the black peach blossoms. He was holding the sparrow's tail with his right hand. Instead of forcibly taking it back to hold the iron bow, he raised it back and held the iron handle of the sword in the cold wind!
A loud cry!
The sharp iron knife was unsheathed, and the cold wind on the shore paused, and then tore it apart!
He didn't even look at the black peach blossom that rushed towards his door, he just stared at Long Qing behind the flower.
The sharp iron knife crossed the black peach blossoms and slashed towards Long Qing's face!
He knew very well that if the situation was allowed to develop, he might be eaten alive. Even if he killed all Long Qing's subordinates, it would be difficult for him to survive after Long Qing took the initiative.
No matter how you look at it, it’s hard to live.
Then, we have no choice but to die together.
He looked at Long Qing.
Send out invitations.
…
…
(I am still writing today. I am writing slowly. I am not sure when the next chapter will be released.) (To be continued.)