The first arrow that seemed to be about to succeed failed, Ning Que did not feel any frustration, his expression was calm, and he seemed to have expected that the white turbulent flow along the string gathered but did not disperse, and the subsequent four arrows shot out in sequence like lightning.
How could the head of the Xiling Temple be so good? If you were shot to death by yourself on the battlefield, then the legends in the Xiling Temple will become jokes.
According to the rules on the battlefield, since Ning Que has no confidence, he should not waste his precious first arrow on the head of the Xiling Temple. However, today's battlefield is different from ordinary battlefields. If he cannot kill the head of the Xiling Temple
, Then no matter how many people he kills, he cannot reverse the current situation, and no one can resist the strong temptation of shooting the head of Xiling Temple to death. He is unwilling to accept it if he doesn't try it once.
Ning Que's choice of target order is normal. The stronger or more threatening person is, he is ranked ahead of him. The first arrow shot was the head of the Xiling Temple, and the second arrow shot was naturally Ye Hongyu.
In the blood-colored divine chariot, Ye Hongyu's black hair was like an arrow, and his body was like a broken arrow. He bent back and fell down. At this time, the iron arrow had arrived. Only an arrow roared, and the curtain of the divine chariot exploded into countless pieces.
Several strands of black hair fell, and a stream of blood flowed down from his forehead. Ye Hongyu lay on the floor of the sacred chariot. The blood-red sacred robe dispersed like a dusk cloud. It was an extremely beautiful picture, but it looked extremely embarrassed.
No matter how embarrassed she was, she survived. She just thought about the iron arrow that was extremely close to her eyebrows and the death that was extremely close, even her face turned pale.
Ning Que's third arrow shot the great priest of Tianyu.
The great priest of Tianyu had fought with the great elders of the Wilderness with their mental power to defeat the other party, and he also paid a huge price. At this time, he was meditating and regulating his breath in the divine chariot, intending to reply as soon as possible.
At this time, the head of the Xiling Temple finally had time to react, and the sound of a tall figure in the huge divine chariot pavilion suddenly straightened his waist, and a thunderous shout resounded through the wasteland.
A thunder exploded before the chariot of the great priest of Tianyu. It looked like a shaped lightning. Countless extremely thin white electric wires kept rolling, as if they could swallow everything that entered the thunder ball.
The iron arrow shot into the thunder ball, gradually peeled off, and then became thinner, but it was not completely swallowed up, turning into a slender shadow, and with a sneer, breaking out of the thunder and shooting into the divine chariot.
At this time, the Iron Arrow was weakened by the Thunder Group, the head of Xiling Temple, and its power was greatly reduced.
The great priest of Tianyu stretched out his right hand and gently grabbed the iron arrow shot to the front of the door. His movements were very gentle, just like picking up vegetables with chopsticks, or like holding a picture to light up.
But his expression was not relaxed. The deep wrinkles on his face deepened again, and blood began to flow into the corners of his eyes. Even the wrinkles began to flow out, and the iron arrows between his fingers calmed down.
The meditation reply of the great priest of Tianyu was forcibly interrupted by Yuan Thirteen Arrows. After being seriously injured, he was severely injured. At least he could not fight again in a short period of time. He could no longer participate in today's decisive battle.
Ning Que's third arrow perfectly realized the intention of combat, but no one could have imagined that his third arrow had another more important purpose, which was to cover the fourth arrow.
His fourth arrow shot again at the middle of the joint front of the Xiling Temple. The arrow cluster was not the huge divine chariot standing by the head of the Xiling Temple, but Luo Kedi next to the divine chariot.
In Chaoyang City, Luo Kedi was seriously injured by him with an arrow and was about to die. He didn't know how this person survived, and he could also restore his strength and cultivation. Perhaps the Xiling Temple had secret magic, but he decided today
No chance to treat this person is given to Xiling Temple.
The head of Xiling Temple blocked an arrow for the great priest of Tianyu, and there was no time to pay attention to the arrow shot at Luo Kedi, because no matter how powerful he was, he was still a human being and there was something he could not do.
The iron arrow hit Luo Kedi's throat accurately, just like a thread in a girl's hand passing through the needle's eye, relaxed and casual, and with a very comfortable pleasure.
Blood flowers splattered slightly, and the iron arrows disappeared on the wasteland.
The neck bones form powder and the flesh and blood form foam.
Luo Kedi's eyes were a little confused, he didn't know what was going on.
He wanted to see his throat that had been suffering, worried that he would never be able to speak again.
As soon as he lowered his head, his head fell down.
His body is as burly as a mountain.
The head fell like a stone rolling down from the top of a mountain.
It fell to the ground and made a muffled sound.
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The divine guards of the Xiling Temple surrounded Luo Kedi's body and watched the commander die inexplicably with his head and died in death. A strong fear and countless grief surged in his eyes.
At this moment, a shocking scream and crying sound suddenly came from not far away. They looked back in shock and saw that there was chaos in the Southern Jin military camp and they didn't know what was going on.
There was a large pool of blood on the ground of the Southern Jin military camp, with flesh shredded into pieces and half of the corpse. Looking at the golden silk cloud boots on the feet, they should be a royal family.
Several eunuchs and several masters from the Southern Jin Jiange looked at the flesh and blood on their faces pale faces, and their bodies were trembling in shock and fear. The famous eunuchs burst into tears.
"Your Highness...Your Highness..."
A general of the Southern Jin Dynasty knelt beside the flesh and blood, his face pale, his eyes full of horror, as if he was frightened, and kept shouting, wanting to make the flesh and blood live.
If that pool of flesh and blood cannot survive, then this general of Southern Jin will inevitably die. Today, countless soldiers or eunuchs of Southern Jin in the wasteland will become a pool of flesh and blood in the near future.
This is Ning Que's fifth arrow.
His Highness, the Crown Prince of Southern Jin, who was in charge of His Majesty the Emperor, died thoroughly and simply.
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There was a dead silence on the wasteland.
Whether it was the Xiling Temple coalition or the deserted tribe, no one spoke during this short period of time, and everyone was shocked to speak and even lost their souls.
Seeing that the Xiling Temple coalition forces were about to win, they just needed to ride their horses forward to kill all the heads of the deserted people and destroy the deserted people. At this time, five iron arrows flew from the wasteland.
Five arrows shot five people in a row.
The head of the Xiling Temple, two great priests of Xiling, the commander of the Temple God Guard, Luo Kedi, and the Prince of Southern Jin, any of them are the most important figures in the world, especially the four people except Luo Kedi, or
In terms of reputation, power or real power, they are all noble as emperors, and the head of Xiling Temple and two Xiling officials have even more gods.
In the past so many years, who dared to attack such five people at the same time? If someone had heard of this situation before, he would have thought that the person was not conscious.
However, the final result of these five arrows was that the great priest of Tianyu was seriously injured and could not fight again, which meant that he was forced to stay away from today's battle situation. The great priest was extremely embarrassed and had difficulty avoiding it. Luo Kedi and the prince of Nanjin died.
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Ning Que chose a goal not only to care about the strength and power of the goal, but more from a strategic perspective. The key is that he has the ability to achieve this strategy.
Luo Kedi is the most trusted subordinate of the head of the Xiling Temple, and represents the direct power loyal to the head of the sect. If he dies like this, those forces will inevitably be uneasy and even have some other thoughts.
The Southern Jin army is one of the main forces of the Xiling Temple coalition. It has always been with the head of the chariot. The death of the Southern Jin prince who commanded the army will inevitably bring great chaos to the Southern Jin army, and to those generals and cavalry.
The mind will cause a great impact, and the combat effectiveness of the Southern Jin army will decline sharply.
If his first arrow could really kill the head of Xiling Temple, even if it was only seriously injured, the direction of the battle today would be very likely to have a decisive change due to these five iron arrows.
From a purely strategic perspective, the generals of the Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty and the calligraphy saint of the Dahe King, the highest level among the Xiling Temple coalition, seemed to be more qualified to be the target of Iron Arrow than Luo Kedi and the Prince of Southern Jin.
But for some reason, Ning Que didn't have that choice.
Somewhere east of the Xiling Temple coalition, the disciples of Mochiyuan in Dahe Kingdom, looked at the generous back of the teacher and wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything.
Wang Shusheng looked at the north and remained silent, his brows frowned slightly.
He and the disciples of Mochiyuan saw the five iron arrows and the terrifying damage caused by the iron arrows. Even after entering the Zhiming Realm for many years, he could not be sure that if the iron arrow shot himself, it would be
What result?
And no matter how modest he is, he knows that in today's coalition formation, he should occupy the share of an iron arrow no matter what. Ning Que did not shoot himself, there is only one reason.
The Tmall woman was injured in her left shoulder and was wrapped in a bandage. Qingzhi's cute little face was extremely pale. She said in a crying voice: "Are we really going to fight Brother Ning?"
To the west of the wasteland, in front of the Tang army.
Xian Zhilang, the general who had been replacing Xiahou for two years, looked at the deserted tribes in the north that had been killed or injured, and wanted to find Ning Que's figure, but could not find it.
After he was silent for a long time, he suddenly smiled, raised his right hand, and signaled that more than 10,000 cavalry under his command were on standby.
A side general frowned and asked, "Get out?"
Xian Zhilang shook his head and said with a smile: "In front of the whole world, how can I withdraw my troops alone? But the men are tired and always need a rest."
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Archery is a battle, and not shooting is also a battle, and it requires more wisdom and accurate judgment of the situation and the hearts of the people - the reaction of the Dahe Kingdom and the Tang army began to integrate the team, proving that Ning Que's judgment was not wrong.
The wasteland was quiet. The Xiling Temple coalition forces looked at the north nervously, trying to find Ning Que's figure. Under the threat of such an iron bow, moving forward became an extremely terrible thing.
However, the northern wilderness was full of wounded or dead people, and Ning Que was sneaking in it, so it was difficult to find it. So the problem left to the coalition forces now is how many arrows are left?
Or, how to find this person.
Or, how to force this person out.
At this moment, a solemn and loud sound came from the huge chariot, and thousands of gauze curtains were raised, illuminating the golden railings, and coming to the formation of the deserted people like thunder.
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