Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 285 The blood flag does not fall
The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 285 The blood flag will not fall
The winter lake under the night should be quiet and dark, but the lake on the lake is a masterpiece, and the sound of horror and fire from time to time.
The iron lotus blooms in the frozen lotus field. The thick snow on the lake was thrown up by the invisible power, sprinkled into the dark night sky, the thick ice layer collapsed and burst, like the ink -like cold lake water constantly shot black
The entrance of the hole, the snow -like waves, and then dissipated in the real snow.
In the sloppy crust, Xia Hou was shocked by the air waves again, accompanied by the screaming iron flakes, and his body broke up like a mountain body, as if he was thrown on the night cloud.
On the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, Sangsang held the big black umbrella in one hand, holding Ning Que's clothes with one hand, lowered his head and closed his eyes.
At the position of every thing, two numbers are reported in a low voice.
Listening to those two numbers, Ning Que did not hesitate to bend the bow and arrow, and shot it towards the far -bevely night cloud above the obliqueness. The dark place was dark, and he couldn't see what was there, but he knew that Xia Hou was in
There.
Blizzard fell in the sky, dark, and no arrows could be seen. You could only hear the sound of the sharp arrows of the Yuan Shisan Arrow. When people heard the arrow howl, it was already the next moment.
The night clouds over Yanming Lake suddenly fluctuated, and the breath of heaven and earth was chaotic, as if a thunder was exploded in the dark clouds, and the dim clouds fled around.
The night cloud broke, and the blood splashed.
Xia Hou fell from high altitude. This time, he could no longer maintain his balance. He hit the ice heavily, and several deep cracks appeared on the ice.
A cold and dark iron arrow passed through his left arm deeply.
Because of his anger and pain, Xia Hou's eyes seemed to be burning. Like a injured beast king, he grasped the iron arrow tail, pulled the arrow branches out of the upper arm, and continued to run towards the south bank.
He only had time to take three steps forward.
At the bottom of the lotus field, there was a huge explosion at the mud.
The ice layer of his feet suddenly cracking, almost swallowing his body into the dark and cold lake water, followed by the air wave flames and the sharp iron flames that were gospel and terrible.
When the fluctuations in the lake were spread to the foot of the military boots through the ice, Xia Hou made the most timely response with the ability of a martial arts peak strong.
His military boots stepped on the surface of the frozen lake, came to the air, and then raised the double punch in front of him.
In Xia Hou's groaning sound, he flew tens of feet in tragically until he exited Liantian.
On the body that his arms and arms were unable to cover, dozens of small iron pieces appeared, and blood exuded from the wound. It looked like the red grass in the wasteland.
The explosion in the lotus field continuously, especially the a few 13th arrows of Ning Que, even the continuous rigidity of Ning Que. Even if Xiahou is the peak of martial arts, the spirit and qi and blood are extremely serious.
The vitality condensed on the body and the earth has been dispersed, and he can no longer protect his body. Under the effect of Mozong's true qi, there are countless wounds on it. Although there are no fatal injuries, but there is no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it has no fatal injury, but it is not fatal.
The bloody appearance looks extremely embarrassed. ""
At this moment, another branches of the thirteen arrows penetrated the burning dead lotus and snow, and came to Xia Hou's body silently, but did not give him any chance of breathing.
Xiahou clasped his palms together and clamped the terrifying iron arrow in front of him. His body retreated another ten feet on the ice, with ice and snow splashing everywhere under him. His face turned pale, and more and more blood dripped from the corners of his lips.
Ning Que stood under the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, silently watching all the movements on the lake below. When Xiahou was knocked back by the explosion again, he took advantage of the flash of light from the explosion to confirm the situation first.
After hearing the position reported by Sangsang just now, I lightly touched the bowstring with my fingers.
Archery is the most powerful method for the woodcutter in Subi Lake. However, ordinary bows and arrows in the past did not mean much to martial arts practitioners. But once weapons like the Yuan Thirteen Arrows appeared in the world, in a sense
Saying that Ning Que has become a nightmare for all practitioners.
Ning Que's archery movements were not fast, but he had a wonderful sense of rhythm. With that sense of rhythm, from the moment Sangsang reported the direction to the moment the iron arrow left the bowstring, the process was so smooth that there seemed to be no trace of anything.
The process of waiting has some kind of truth hidden in it.
Faced with such powerful archery skills, and more importantly, there was Sang Sang beside him. No matter how powerful Xiahou was, he could not avoid those silent but powerful iron arrows.
He could only resist, he could only hold on, he could only bleed continuously. It all depended on whether his blood would run out when Ning Que's thirteen iron arrows were shot, and whether he could rush in front of Ning Que.
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The speed of Yuan Shisan's arrow is so amazing that it is far faster than the speed of sound propagation, so only after it hits the target, the sound of the arrow's whistle will spread diagonally in both directions.
By the wooden bridge on the west bank of Yanming Lake, the reeds suddenly swayed, and the green Taoist robe on Ye Hongyu's body vibrated and fluttered, and then she heard the whistle of the arrow.
"Yuan Thirteen Arrows?"
Ye Hongyu looked slightly stern.
She had seen the Thirteen Arrows of the Yuan Dynasty on the snowy cliffs in the wilderness and by the Daming Lake. She knew the power of these talisman arrows that concentrated the wisdom of the second floor of the academy.
However, tonight there was a heavy wind and snow, the reeds were swaying wildly, and in the aftertaste of the whistle of arrows, her green robe whirred. Only then did she realize that in just one year, Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows had become even more terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of explosions in the lotus fields of Yanming Lake spread to the snow bridge.
She frowned and said, "What is this?"
The explosions one after another, the flashes of fire, the shrill whirling iron pieces, and the terrifying arrows in the night snow made her face become paler.
She looked at the lake in the east and suddenly said something very puzzling: "I am dead."
Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang have been standing at the other end of the wooden bridge. The latest chapter of the Holy Church
They were paying attention to the battle on the lake, worried about Ning Que and Sangsang, and were silent.
Ye Hongyu didn't know what the explosion was, but Chen Pipi was someone who had seen the small iron pot experiment, but he didn't explain it.
Just when Ye Hongyu said those three words, he looked at the roar of arrows and the thunderous fire in the distance, and said with a complicated expression: "I am dead too."
They are still standing on the wooden bridge intact, so naturally they are not dead.
But when they heard the explosions and whistles of arrows coming from Yanming Lake, they all said the same thing.
I'm dead.
Ye Hongyu is a Taoist madman of the Xiling Temple, and Chen Pipi is the youngest practitioner of the Fate Realm in the world. The two of them are the most talented and powerful young people in the Haotian Taoist Sect.
The reason why they said I was dead was because they watched the battle silently, confirming that if they were in Xiahou's position, facing Ning Que's fifteen years of painstaking preparations for the battle from summer to cold winter, the best they could sustain was this.
At this moment, you will die.
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On the snowy city wall.
Ye Su said: "I never thought that a practitioner of the Dongxuan Realm could make such a big noise. It seems that I still underestimated Ning Que. But what happened to those explosions in the lotus field?"
The elder brother said nothing.
As a senior fellow in the academy, he naturally knew what those explosions were about, but like Chen Pipi, he would not tell others about his junior brother's ability to keep things under control.
Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, was silent for a long time, slowly shook his head and said: "Ning Que's method is really a sure-kill weapon if used against other practitioners, but if you want to use talismans and arrows, there are these strange things."
The explosion killed Xiahou, but it was still not enough."
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The snow on Yanming Lake gradually stopped, but the snowstorm in the palace continued.
Under the snow at night, the main hall was brightly lit and silent, and naturally there was no chirping of cicadas.
Everyone knows what is happening in Chang'an City, so everyone inside and outside the hall has a strange expression. The guards hold cold knife handles and guard outside the hall vigilantly. The eunuchs and maids walk slowly with their heads lowered, making sure that the soles of their feet are on the ground.
, no sound will occur.
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty did not wear ordinary clothes tonight, but wore a bright yellow dragon robe. He was leaning on the sofa, holding a scroll in his hand and reading it, but he didn't know if he could read it.
The Queen is sitting in the chair next to the couch. Her face, which used to be gentle and elegant, has no expression today. You can faintly see worry and anger in the depths of her eyes.
Li Qingshan, the imperial master of the Tang Dynasty, and Master Huang Yang, his younger brother, sat calmly facing each other in front of the imperial couch. There were many powerful people in Chang'an today, so these two most powerful and trustworthy experts in the imperial court must be in the palace.
His Majesty the Emperor slowly put down the book in his hand, looked at the falling snow in the night outside the palace, and looked in the direction of Yanming Lake in the south. He frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Although Xiahou is the queen's unknown brother, in terms of emotional tendencies, His Majesty hopes that Ning Que will win, because His Majesty has always regarded himself as his master's student, so in his view, Ning Que is his junior brother.
"What a majestic aura." Li Qingshan felt the fluctuations of heaven and earth energy coming from Yanming Lake and said, "Ning Que's talisman arrows are indeed terrifying."
The Empress suddenly raised her head, looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said in a trembling voice: "It is only fair that we have gathered the wisdom of the people behind the academy and the power of the Tang Dynasty to create such a talisman arrow."
His Majesty the Emperor remained silent, he did not want to make his wife more sad.
Master Huang Yang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke calmly: "It's fair, but Ning Que took longer to prepare. He prepared for fifteen years."
After saying this, he and Li Qingshan left their seats and walked outside the palace into the night snow, leaving this quiet and complex palace to His Majesty and the Queen.
There is a pavilion at the side and rear of the main hall, and an ancient bell hangs in the pavilion.
There is thick snow on the eaves of the pavilion, and light snow on the ancient clock.
Li Qingshan and Huang Yang walked into the pavilion and stood next to the ancient bell.
Li Qingshan looked south, frowned deeply and said, "It's still not enough."
Monk Huang Yang said: "I didn't expect that you also wanted Ning Que to win."
Li Qingshan said: "People's emotional tendencies are uncontrollable. Although Xiahou is the elder of our Taoist sect, Ning Que is the only successor of my senior brother."
Then he said with a touch of sadness: "He has been preparing for fifteen years, but it still didn't work."
Monk Huangyang stretched out his palm and gently wiped off the snow on the ancient clock, and said: "When Ning Que entered the Talisman Path, he came to Wanyan Pagoda to ask me. I also hope that he can win, but I have something on my mind.
It doesn’t work as expected. If whoever prepares longer can win, then what’s the point of practicing?”
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The blizzard suddenly stopped, the air waves caused by the explosion gradually subsided, and the night wind became much gentler. The Yanming Lake was quiet in the middle of the night. A gap gradually appeared in the night clouds on the lake, and a few stars poked their heads out from the gap. Curious
He looked towards the ground, wanting to see what happened before.
Most of the night sky is still covered by thick black clouds. Those few stars disappear as soon as they appear, but some light is shed, and things can be seen slightly. The ice surface of the snow lake is a mess and withered lotus.
It had long been broken into powder, and dozens of faint black holes appeared in the lotus field, which made people shudder to look at it.
A burly man knelt on one knee on the ice, kneeling in front of the black holes. His clothes were in tatters, with dozens or hundreds of pieces of iron stuck in place. Blood kept dripping from his body, eventually flowing to his body.
The snow on the lake surface dyed the snow around his knees a bright red.
The bright red color on the winter lake on a snowy night is actually more like black.
The place where the burly man was kneeling was only a hundred feet away from the south shore of Yanming Lake.
Ning Que stood on the cliff by the lake, staring at the lake.
For fighting and archery, he was wearing a black uniform, and his sleeves and trousers were tied tightly with cloth ropes by Sangsang. At this time, his body, especially his right arm, was shaking violently, and the black uniform whirred in the lake breeze.
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Using the Yuan Thirteen Arrows requires a lot of physical and mental energy. At first Ning Que could only shoot a few arrows, but now he has become so successful in practicing Haoran Qi that he can shoot all thirteen iron arrows in the quiver, which is still a great help to him.
The burden, coupled with the hundreds of talismans in the lakeside house and the small iron pot in the mud at the bottom of the lake, he used all his means. At this time, the power of his mind in the sea of consciousness was almost exhausted.
His eyes were extremely bright, his face was extremely pale and haggard, his right arm was extremely weak, and his right shoulder hurt as if it had been torn apart. He was so weak that he might collapse at any time.
But he didn't fall.
He waited for Xiahou on the lake to fall first.
Xiahou knelt down on one knee on the snowy lake. In the end, he failed to block Ning Que's last Yuan Thirteen Arrow, a cold and dark iron arrow, which passed directly through his calf bone.
If the person hit by this iron arrow was an ordinary practitioner, his leg would definitely be broken.
Xia Hou was not an ordinary practitioner. His leg was not broken, and the iron arrow could not even penetrate his leg. However, it only caused him more serious injuries and greater pain.
Xiahou stretched out his right hand to hold the iron arrow on his calf and wanted to pull out the arrow. However, his hand was shaking so much that he failed.
He has an expressionless face and a left hand.
The two iron hands exerted great force, and the hard iron arrow was actually broken by him!
This action will inevitably cause great pain.
Xiahou raised his iron eyebrows fiercely, opened his bloody lips like rouge, and let out a very shrill whistle.
The shrill and terrifying roar echoed over the quiet snow lake, causing the ice and snow to fly in random directions, and even the cold willows on the shore began to fly.
Xiahou's knees gradually straightened and he stood up.
At this time, he was bloody and looked miserable. However, when he stood on the snow lake, he was full of domineering, such as an indestructible mountain.
It is more like the blood flag outside the north bank of Yanming Lake.
The blood flag whistled and danced in the cold wind, but it would never seem to fall.
Xia Hou Wang Xiangnan's cliff.
There was no expression on his pale face, and his trembling voice was obviously painful, but what he said still showed the powerful meaning of the stock.