"I haven't used my most powerful means yet, so don't say you can't do it anymore."
The shrill whistle echoed on the snowy lake. Xiahou walked towards the south bank of Yanming Lake in the night. Because of his leg injury, he walked very slowly and his voice was a little shaky, but his steps were still so steady.
His magnanimity is still so powerful and unparalleled.
Ning Que, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, looked at Xia Hou walking slowly on the ice of the night lake. There was no expression on his face, but his mood was a little strange. He felt the cold brought by the wind and snow.
All the Yuan Shisan arrows in the front box had been shot. Hundreds of talisman papers accumulated over two years of hard work turned into yellow paint cloth and a colorful storm in the house on the north bank of the Hubei. All the small iron pots in the mud at the bottom of the winter lake exploded.
, his most powerful method seemed to have been fully used, but it still failed to kill Xia Hou, and could not even stop this man from slowly walking towards the south bank.
Is this the strength of the top martial arts experts?
The snowflakes falling on the city wall have become much sparser.
The senior brother looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, his clean brows and eyes unable to hide his worried look. The old cotton-padded jacket on his body was trembling slightly, as if he was hesitating whether to float or not.
Ye Su's expression was slightly stern. He did not expect that this battle on the Winter Lake would turn out to be such a situation. From the beginning to now, Xiahou would be completely restrained and suffer such serious injuries.
"I have to admit that Ning Que has given me a lot of surprises... Master's closed disciple is indeed no ordinary person, but it is a pity that he will die tonight."
He looked at his senior brother and said, "Unless you take action."
Senior Brother understood the meaning of this sentence.
Tonight, the world's powerful people gathered in Chang'an City. Only he and Jun Mo came forward in the academy to create a fair environment for Ning Que. Jun Mo was responsible for watching over the Tang Dynasty military, and he was responsible for watching over this peerless master of the Haotian Dao Sect.
Genius...correspondingly...he and Jun Mo were also noticed by each other.
If he takes action, then Ye Su will definitely take action.
I don't know what I remembered... The expression on the senior brother's face gradually became gentle and calm.
"The teacher often asks me to learn from my junior brother. I have been thinking about what I should learn. Now I think about it, it is to learn his attitude when encountering difficulties."
He looked in the direction of Yanming Lake and said: "The most admirable thing about Junior Brother is himself... He is his own sky, there is no limit. When everyone in the world thinks he can't do it, he can often still reach out to him.
He took another step forward, climbed another step on the stone steps, it was like this when he entered the academy, it was like this when he climbed up the old academy... it was like this when he entered the second floor on the mountain path, so how could there be an accident tonight?"
Many torches were lit outside the Yulin Army camp, illuminating the surrounding area extremely brightly. The snow bridge outside the camp looked like a jade belt... and the man wearing a high crown on the snow bridge looked like a jade belt.
The immortal above.
As the wind and snow drift by, time continues to pass.
From daytime to this late night... I don’t know how much time has passed, but the confrontation on the snow bridge has continued.
Jun Mo, the second senior fellow in the Academy... was sitting on the snow bridge.
Xu Shi, the general of Zhenguo, and the powerful Yulin army stayed under the snow bridge.
General Xu Shi leaned on the railing under the snow bridge and looked at his second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged on the bridge in the snow. He coughed twice in pain and said, "Ning Que's challenge to Xia Hou, in my opinion, is a challenge to me."
The dignified provocation of the Tang Dynasty military, so I want to stop this battle.
The second senior brother slowly raised his head and looked at the leader of the lost Tang Dynasty army. The thin snow covering his hair and brows fell, and said: "Since the battle has begun, words are unnecessary."
"Yes, it's no longer necessary."
Xu Shixue's eyebrows gradually drifted, and she looked at him with uncontrollable anger and said: "So you must let Ning Que die."
The second senior brother said: "Since the battle has begun, there will naturally be life and death. As soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, don't you still understand this simple truth?"
After a pause, he said with an indifferent expression: "Besides, Xiahou is not a great person. Who dares to say that my junior brother will definitely lose?"
In the eyes of the Second Master of the Academy, the Tang Dynasty King General Xiahou may indeed not be a too terrifying opponent, but now it is Ning Que who is fighting against Xiahou.
Xu Shi thought so, and then said with an indifferent expression: "There are no miracles in the world."
The second senior brother looked at him and said seriously: "The academy is a place where miracles are created."
"If you can't kill this person after fifteen years of preparation, then you can only rely on destiny. However, the teacher said that... there is never any destiny in this world."
Ning Que thought this while standing on the cliff. He raised his head and glanced at the sky, then looked down at the man walking on the snowy lake. He slowly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can we really... succeed?"
After the quiver was empty, Sangsang opened her eyes. She held a big black umbrella, looked into Ning Que's eyes, nodded very hard, and said, "Because we must succeed."
Ning Que laughed and thought that this was indeed the case. No matter whether there was destiny in the world or not, no matter whether he could succeed or not, he must succeed. Then besides success, he should not think about anything else.
He looked at the domineering figure on the snow lake and said: "You only have a pair of weak fists and a half-painted body. I also have a fresh knife. Why can't I kill you?"
On the snowy lake, Xiahou's body stagnated slightly.
In this moment of stagnant time, Ning Que stretched out his right hand and grasped the handle of the knife in the cold wind. His fingers suddenly tightened when he felt the familiar touch of halberd.
With a choked sound, he took out the sword from its sheath.
Many years ago, in order to target the three-person assassin team under Xia Hou, Ning Que was accustomed to carrying three swords. Later, he no longer needed to target those assassins, but only needed to target Xia Hou himself, so he asked the Academy's Sixth Senior Brother to use these three swords.
The knife was combined into the current knife.
This knife is very slender, but extremely heavy... The lines are smooth but not beautiful. The blade is not sharp, it is simple. It is a knife used to kill people.
Ning Que held the knife in one hand and rushed down the cliff.
The cliff was very steep, and his speed was getting faster and faster, almost turning into a black shadow.
The afterimage behind the black shadow is the shadow of the knife. I don't know why... Ning Que has always insisted on not carving talisman lines on this knife, but keeping it as it was, smooth and simple to the extreme.
.
Probably because...he wanted to use the simplest sword technique.
Because he firmly believes that the simplest is the most powerful.
Just like when he rushed down the cliff and slashed at the powerful man on the snow lake.
It was obvious that he was still more than a hundred feet away from Xiahou, but the sword in front of him had already appeared in advance.
It means a straight charge, then a sweep, then a diagonal lift... and finally a downward cut.
Ning Que was prepared to do just that.
He knew that Xiahou could understand that he was going to do this.
He wanted to know how Xiahou would take the blow. If Xiahou really took the knife, then he believed that his chance would come.
Xiahou did not choose to take Ning Que's long-prepared sword head-on. He did not fight back with his iron fist as forcefully as usual, nor did he let out a thunderous shout like he did against the assassins of the Yan Kingdom in the military camp.
It shocked two strong men in the Dongxuan Realm into idiots.
Because he was injured at the hands of Tang, and his armor was cut through by the Demon Sect's blood knife... His body still contains many of Tang's boxing intentions. He is not at his peak state, and previously,
He was also seriously injured in Ning Que's Fu Storm and Arrow and Flower's offensive.
Xia Hou did not choose to avoid the blade temporarily... As a martial arts master, his best skill is close combat, so how could he be afraid of this simple and powerful sword?
He said previously that he had not used the most powerful means to regain his youth.
At this point he finally moved.
He stood on the snowy lake... he closed his eyes, and stretched out his bleeding hands into the cold night wind. The power of thought in the sea of consciousness spurted out through the snowy mountains of the sea of qi, and suddenly merged into the heaven and earth teeth around Yanming Lake. In the air,
The strands were picked and kneaded into a rope, which traveled several miles in an instant and landed somewhere on the north shore.
Outside the courtyard gate on the north bank of Yanming Lake, a bloody military flag stands.
That is the flag of Xiahou's generals.
The military flag fluttering slowly in the night wind, as if it had heard the military order, suddenly tensed up and danced wildly in front of the courtyard gate, like a monster trying to break free from the iron chain and fight in front of the battle array!
Before Xia Hou was admitted to the hospital, he inserted the military flag deeply into the stone ground, and several stone cracks were opened next to the flagpole. At this time, the military flag was dancing uneasily, the flagpole kept shaking and shaking, and the stone cracks on the ground suddenly became deeper and wider.
, spreading to all directions, looking like a spider cauldron
With a slight crackling sound, the stone ground under the flagpole burst open, gravel splashed everywhere, and the bloody military flag struggled out from the ground, roared up, and flew towards Yanming Lake. There was a hurricane in front of the courtyard.
The bloody flags torn into pieces by the wind fell down.
In the low night clouds above Yanming Lake, there was a terrifying roar, and a dark shadow was faintly visible.
It seems like a saint is walking in the clouds with a sword.
Ning Que had no idea that a strange scene had happened in front of his courtyard, nor that the bloody military flag had shattered into pieces, leaving only the flagpole roaring in the clouds.
He was currently sprinting on the cliff, with only Xia Hou's figure a hundred feet away in his eyes. However, at this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and a fragment suddenly brightened deep in the sea of consciousness.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he stepped hard on a protruding rock on the cliff with his right foot, and used the force to twist his body in the air, facing the direction of Ye Yun.
An airtight flower of knives danced in front of him. Wherever the flower of knives struck, cliffs and rocks flew randomly!
The night clouds on the lake suddenly became chaotic, and a stick-shaped black shadow broke out of the clouds and fell to the cliff in an instant. It was extremely arrogant and unreasonable, and it stabbed the knife in front of him fiercely.
There was a loud bang.
Ning Que felt a huge, irresistible force that was transmitted to him along the Pu Dao.
His body was still in the air when he was hit hard and fell heavily. Then he fell at an accelerated speed and crashed into the snow lake under the cliff, causing a snow wave as high as the sky.
Ning Que stood up from the snow, wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at the dark stick-shaped object in Xiahou's hand, feeling a strong sense of alarm in his heart.
Xia Hou looked at him, his eyes gradually narrowed, and he seemed to have discovered something very strange.
Ning Que asked: "What is this?"
Xia Hou said: "Gun."
All that was left of the bloody military flag was the flagpole.
The flagpole is the gun.
(Let me tell you first, the name of tomorrow’s chapter is Ming Qiang. ps: I have a friend who wrote a fairy tale book called Chuang Jiang. It has already passed 2 million words and is about to be ordered 2,000 times. I’m trying to get it.
Recommended, if you are interested in Xianxia books, you may wish to go and read it.) (To be continued.