Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 283: It has never been a one-man battle
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 283: Never Fight One Person
When the talisman originated on the lakeside, Ye Su stood in the snow on the top of the city and said, "Uncle Yan Se really knew people. Who would have thought that Ning Que had just entered the talisman Tao for these days, so he had such a means.
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In his opinion, Ning Que's talismans were not very powerful, and some of them were obviously a new way of getting started, which was a joke to the general public. However, Ning Que wrote so many in less than two years.
The Taoist talisman really shocked him.
What shocked Ye Su the most was Ning Que's method of using talismans - the talisman sea storm by the lake seemed chaotic, but in fact it had its own rules. The coordination between each talisman was perfect. If it weren't for this,
It is impossible to cause such momentum and create such effects.
The eldest brother smiled and explained: "My junior brother is a great calligrapher. His best knowledge in his life is his brushwork and ink skills. He has profound attainments in how to disassemble and interpret words and write."
Ye Su frowned slightly and said, "I still can't understand, how could he write so many talismans."
Master Fu is most concerned about talent. Whether it is his successor of Zhishouguan or the sword saint Liu Bai, it is difficult to get close to Fu Dao in this life, but this does not mean that he has no understanding of Fu Dao.
Any talisman master can only use the talisman he wrote. Even a divine talisman master like Master Yan Se can leave several divine talismans for his disciples to use, but the number will definitely not be too large.
Writing talismans requires a lot of thought and effort from the talisman master, and a lot of materials. It takes only two years to make talismans, so why can you write so many talismans?
"There is nothing else in the academy, but there are a lot of materials for practice. If there are any gaps, the court will help prepare it. As for the mental power required to write talismans..."
The eldest brother smiled and said, "Mr. Ye Su probably doesn't know what kind of mental strength is, and the youngest brother can also rank in the forefront in the back mountain of my academy."
The disciples in the back mountain of the academy were not famous in the world, but Ye Su knew very well that those people must have their own geniuses. At this time, he heard that Ning Que's mental power was so powerful that he could actually rank in the front line in the back mountain of the academy. He was slightly stunned.
Some were surprised and a little surprised.
At this moment, the ticker character appeared above the lakeside house.
Ye Su felt the straight and cold talisman coming from that place, slowly raised his eyebrows, looked silently in the direction of Yanming Lake for a long time, and then gradually spread his eyebrows and said, "The half-way divine talisman is not a divine talisman after all."
The eldest brother looked at the lake in the night and said with a little regret: "Although the younger brother has made great progress, he has not yet entered the talisman Taoist Tao for a long time and has not become a divine talisman master."
Ye Su shook his head and said, "So what about the divine talisman master? Unless he reaches the level of Uncle Yan Se, relying solely on the light talisman paper, he can only be a delusion. """
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"I never thought that I could kill Xiahou by relying on talismans. The master probably had such skills at the peak of that time, but I didn't. I naturally had my ideas."
Ning Que looked at the other side that was swallowed by the night again and said, "Everyone said that you can't cross the border and challenge it. No one in the world, including the senior brothers in the academy, believed that I could defeat Xiahou, but I insisted on doing it because they all miscalculated.
Something I didn’t think about defeating Xiahou, I just wanted to kill Xiahou.”
If you don’t defeat the enemy, how can you kill the enemy?
"The battle is just a moment, but killing a person can be a very long process. There can be many battles in it. There are countless battles ahead, and I may not be able to defeat him, but I can make him bleed, so even in the end I will still
I can't defeat him, but his blood may flow."
"If the blood flows, I will die naturally."
"Tonight, Xiahou and I are not competing for strength, not mental power or realm, but to see who can quickly flow the blood on his body. He is a strong man in the Demon Sect, and his defense is too terrible, just like a turtle, what I want to do,
He kept bleeding for the turtle and then made sure he was not bitten to death by him."
Ning Que said solemnly: "Thank you, Tang, the outermost layer of turtle shell on Xiahou's body has been broken, so what I want to do next is relatively simple."
Sangsang looked at him and said, "We will succeed."
Ning Que said a lot today and explained a lot.
If it weren't for Sangsang, but other listeners, such as Ye Hongyu, Ye Hongyu would have been extremely tired of it and would have kicked him into the ice lake under the cliff.
Sangsang was a little surprised at first, and then understood the reason.
In the face of Xiahou, Ning Que had no confidence at all.
Even though his expression was so calm and his tone was so peaceful, he seemed to be full of confidence, and everything was in control, even if he had been preparing for fifteen years.
He still has no confidence.
So he kept talking about his preparations and his reasons for winning, so that he believed that he could really cross the border and challenge successfully and defeat that powerful enemy that seemed invincible.
Sangsang was very worried, very worried about Ning Que’s current mental state. The latest chapter of the temple
So she kept saying in a more certain tone of Bining Que, saying: We are sure, we will definitely win.
When the whole world did not believe in Ning Que, even when Ning Que was about to lose confidence, she was the only one who could give him the last confidence.
Because this is not just a battle between Ning Que, but a battle between the two of them.
Sangsang put the big black umbrella on his thin shoulders, stretched out his right hand to hold Ning Que's clothes tightly, clenching it very hard, and his fingers with a thin calluse seemed to sink into his body.
Then she slowly closed her eyes without blinking her eyelashes.
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Xiahou walked out of the courtyard by the lake and came to the lake embankment. There were several willows in front of him.
The violent ocean of talisman paper attacked his powerful body thousands and thousands of times. Although he could not leave any injuries on him, he cut off his hair bun.
Several silver hairs were scattered in the black, spreading behind his Kuiwu's body, making him look like a demon on a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, but his ragged clothes were tied with broken armor left on his waist by his belt.
This demon god looks so embarrassed.
Xiahou reached out tore off the fragments of armor around his waist, threw them off like garbage, and then looked at the night around Yanming Lake and coughed.
On a snowy night in the cold winter, the temperature is as low as the lake is as solid as steel.
But it should not make a peak martial arts master who is as physically and mentally as steel as he is.
Xiahou was surprised that there were so many talismans in the courtyard by the lake, and even the snow was a little unbearable. Unexpectedly, Ning Que's ability in the talisman path was much stronger than the rumors. What surprised him the most was that Ning Que actually did
Can use talismans at such a distance.
The accident made people wary. He knew that he had made a mistake, but since he knew where the mistake was, he could correct it. So he was not concerned and still looked around Donghu silently.
The banks of Yanming Lake were covered with snow, but the night was too dark, with no stars or lights. So the world, which should have been clear, was so dim, and the snow seemed to have turned black.
The cold willows nearby and the reeds in the distance, whether it is the ice-filled lake or the hills around the lake, are pitch black. No matter how sharp the perception is, no matter how sharp the naked eye can see any picture.
Xiahou didn't know where Ning Que was at this time, but he only knew that he must be on the shore of Yanming Lake, but he didn't know whether it was the wooden bridge on the west bank, the snow forest on the east bank or the cliff on the south bank.
But he was sure that as long as Ning Que moved again, he would die.
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Ning Que stood on the cliff, holding an iron bow in his hand.
He raised the iron bow and slowly pulled the bowstring.
The bowstring buzzed slightly, and was instantly covered by wind and snow.
There was some snow on the dark iron bow, which seemed to be colder.
The iron arrow carved with complex talisman lines on the string aimed at the night on the north shore of Yanming Lake.
The night clouds cover the stars, and the fields are pitch black.
There are no stars or figures.
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Xiahou couldn't see him, and Ning Que naturally couldn't see Xiahou.
This is different from last year when Prince Longqing was shot on the snow cliff in the wasteland.
At that time, Prince Longqing was at the critical moment of breaking the realm, and his cultivation level was full of vitality, like burning his natal life. In Ning Que's sea of consciousness, it was like a golden flower about to bloom, even if it was more than ten miles away.
Distance is also clearly not necessary to aim.
As a peak martial arts master with a stable realm, Xiahou merged with the cold willows by the lake with his mind. Even if Ning Quejin enters the realm, he cannot determine the other party's position.
Since that's the case, where is the Yuan Thirteen Arrow in his hand going to shoot?
It was at this time.
Sangsang, under the big black umbrella, closed his eyes tightly, frowned his thin eyebrows into a small black flower, and said two numbers.
“Six three three three.”
“Two one seven seven two.”
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More than two years ago, deep in the Minshan Mountains in spring, Beishan Road intersection came south with an arrow.
At that time, the fire was burning in the forest. When the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, Sangsang hid under the big black umbrella, closed his eyes tightly, and shouted two words with all his strength.
More than two years later, on the cliff of the Ice Lake in the cold winter, the strong enemy stood silently under the willows on the north bank.
At this time, the wind and snow were blowing on the cliff, and Sangsang shouted two numbers again.
These numbers are coordinate systems that only Ning Que and Sangsang understand. In the past fifteen years, it has been an instinct to accompany them to hunt in the Minshan Mountains and fight for life and death before life and death.
It is almost the same scene and the same scene as two years ago, but the numbers Sangsang shouted tonight are much more complicated, and the complexity of the numbers often represents the degree of accuracy.
The cold and dark clusters of arrows moved slowly, looking for targets in the night snow.
Then stop.
He loosened the tight bowstring.
The iron arrow left the string, disappeared into the turbulent cavity in front of the bow, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
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Xiahou firmly believed that as long as Ning Que took action again, he would die.
Ning Que takes action and is the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrow.
The dark iron arrow disappeared in front of the cliff the moment before.
The next moment he suddenly appeared in front of Xiahou.
The talisman line on the arrow was slightly bright, and the remaining snowflakes on it were not blown away by the wind.
At this moment, Yuan Thirteen Arrow seemed to break through the constraints of distance and time.
It is no longer affected by the surrounding world environment.
The cold cluster of arrows pierced Xiahou's close clothes.
The heaven and earth vital energy layer on his body suddenly fell.
Xiahou felt something.
Reaching his hand in the air and holding it.
He had only had time to hold the middle section of the arrow.
There are probably only a few people in the world who can hold Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows.
The iron arrow made a harsh friction sound in the iron palm.
Mars splashed everywhere, illuminating the cold willows by the lake.
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(Tomorrow, I will only write one chapter for the second anniversary of my marriage with my leader, starting the day after tomorrow, starting two chapters a day until the end of the month.)