Chapter two hundred and eighty nine generals in the first battle
The battle in the Winter Lake started with the storm of Fu, followed by the roar of arrows and the shattering of the snowy lake, and then came the duel between the open spear and the dark sword. It is easy to dodge the open spear, but only Ning Que can dodge, but it is difficult for the dark sword to dodge.
Defend, Xiahou failed to defend after all.
Xiahou held his abdomen, blood flowed out from between his fingers. He felt the pain in his abdomen and the terrifying sword intent that was still intruding, and his face was extremely ugly.
Since it was not a sword but a sword, he could easily guess that the sword intention that dropped like a river from the sky and could seriously injure him came from the Sword Saint Liu Bai.
Looking at Ning Que on the snowy lake in the distance, Xiahou's expression was very strange. Ning Que's realm was indeed not high, but he possessed the aura of Ke Haoran, learned the talisman of Yan Se, held the arrow of the academy, and inherited the inheritance of Lotus.
She has the consciousness of life, and even now possesses Liu Bai’s sword intention!
It is a rare phenomenon in the world for a practitioner to be able to master so many methods, and whether these methods are good or evil, they are all at the highest level in the world.
"Academy...Teacher...Ke Haoran...Yan Se...Now there is another Liu Bai. How many secrets do you still have hidden in you, and how many people's murderous intentions are hidden in you?"
Xia Hou laughed loudly like crazy: "Do all the people want me to die?"
Ning Que looked at him in the distance and said, "Everyone wants you to die, which means you deserve to die."
"Idiot Diao would think so!"
Xia Hou's laughter suddenly subsided, and there was no emotion on his face. He said indifferently: "No one is qualified to judge whether I should die. You can't, and neither can those guys... Even if everyone says I deserve to die, as long as Haotian is willing
Let me live, and I will never die."
Ning Que frowned. He didn't know that in the spring two years ago, Chao Xiaoshu had said similar words to someone in Red Sleeve Moves before the bloody battle at Chunfeng Pavilion. He only knew that Xiahou at this time had become a little different.
Xiahou took a deep breath.
An extremely cold breath... was released from his body, and then quickly re-entered under his skin. The snow on the lake seemed to sense the terror of this breath... and spread out in all directions timidly.
Several snow lines appear layer upon layer on the lake, like frozen waves.
The long black hair left the bleeding shoulders and fluttered in the night wind. Several stems of white hair sandwiched between them swayed with the wind... and all the surrounding black hair was immediately dyed frosty.
Immediately afterwards, Xiahou's cheeks sank slightly and he lost weight rapidly, but the aura exuding from his body did not weaken at all, but seemed to become stronger.
With a hissing sound, the tattered clothes on his body shattered into pieces, spraying around like snowflakes... revealing his strong naked body, standing on the snow lake like an iron man.
At this moment, a very strange scene happened.
There were more than hundreds of wounds on the naked bronze body. These wounds closed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was an invisible force...forcibly suppressing all the wounds.
An extremely fresh breath of life instantly filled Xiahou Zhenqi's pond, repairing the already riddled crystal wall of the meridians as intact as ever... The meridians were even thicker than before, and as he breathed lightly,
It expands and contracts lightly...as if it has a life of its own.
Since ancient times, famous generals are like beautiful women, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world. Tonight, Xiahou's hair turned gray with every breath. The snow and ice on the lake began to become frightened and uneasy.
The black hair, which represents health and vitality, turned white instantly. The vitality originally attached to it disappeared. Xiahou's cheeks suddenly became thinner. Where did the flesh and blood go?
Policeman Ning Que looked into the distance. Because the night was too dark, he could only vaguely see Xiahou's white head, but could not see more details, nor did he know what happened to Xiahou.
A few fragments of consciousness in the depths of the sea of consciousness shone slightly. He didn't know why, but he knew that this was the life-burning fighting method of the Yihe Demon Sect.
The Dharma transforms into fresh vitality and new and majestic Qi.
The reason why Mingzong is called the Demon Sect has an extremely cruel and bad image in the eyes of the world. In addition to the cruel selection process, the more reason is that there are countless evil and sinister techniques in the Demon Sect's mountain gate, such as Liansheng's meals.
**, it is necessary to eat the practitioners alive, how cruel that is.
Xiahou was seriously injured at this time, especially the sword wound on his abdomen. At this critical moment of life and death, he would use the evil skills of the Demon Sect, which would not surprise Ning Que.
This and the life-burning fighting method will definitely cause extremely terrible damage to the practitioners themselves. If Xiahou fights tonight, even if he can win, he may not survive for a few years.
Ning Que knew this very well, and he knew even more how terrifying the deadly blow from the powerful Demon Sect would be, but he was not prepared to give in, because he wanted Xiahou to die tonight, and did not want him to see the morning light of Yanming Lake again.
A loud roar suddenly sounded on the snowy lake.
The air suddenly dispersed, and the snow lines were blown into powder by the air waves. Xiahou, who was standing here, instantly passed through the powdery snow on the lake and flew into the night sky in front of Ning Que. He shouted like thunder,
Holding the gun with both hands was like holding an iron rod, and smashed it toward the ground unreasonably!
The cold wind howled, the snow on the lake surface rustled, and the water in the broken hole rolled in horror.
Ning Que stepped hard on the trembling ice, his body suddenly shook and he held the knife in both hands... He jumped into the night above his head and slashed at the man who looked like a god today!
Xia Hou had no expression on his face, stepped on the snowflakes with his feet, and smashed the iron spear down with a horizontal stroke.
This iron spear contained infinite power that he had gained at the cost of burning his life. How could Ning Que resist? He only heard a loud bang, jumped into the night, and instantly rushed towards the snow lake at a faster speed.
fall!
The iron spear no longer flew between the night clouds and the cliff, but was firmly held in the iron hand. In what may be the last battle of his life, Xiahou, a strong man who had betrayed the Demon Sect for decades, finally returned to his original state.
In the world, there is an endless supply of power, showing the style of a strong man from the authentic Demon Sect.
At this time, Xiahou was like a mountain peak falling from the sky.
And Ning Que is like a pebble under the mountain peak, which can only be crushed into powder.
Xia Hou shouted loudly and kicked Ye Yun, then raised his gun and hit him again!
Ning Que raised his sword with difficulty and blocked it again.
Air waves splashed everywhere.
Ning Que's falling speed became faster. If he landed on the ice like this before, even if he could avoid Xia Hou's next iron spear, he would probably be shocked to death!
However, I don't know whether it was luck or whether he had made calculations before jumping into the air. The place where he fell happened to be in the lotus field. There were dozens of holes in the lotus field that had been previously blown up by small iron pots.
In the dark cave, the lake water was throbbing and swaying restlessly, with a thin film of newly condensed ice floating on it.
With a pop, Ning Que was thrown into the cold lake water and splashed with waves.
A storm blew past, and Xiahou did not hesitate and fell into the lake with the iron gun in his hand.
The snow flying everywhere slowly fell, and Yanming Lake returned to silence under the night. There was no longer the thunderous sound of swords and guns clashing. The two figures who risked their lives and fought for their lives could not be seen on the lake. Those in the lotus field were
The sound of the lake water came from the cave, and it seemed to be even colder than before.
Sang Sang, who was on the cliff on the south bank of the lake, climbed out from under the big black umbrella with difficulty. Looking at the lonely and terrifying winter lake, her pale little face was stained with blood, and she still had the deepest fear and worry.
By the wooden bridge, Chen Pipi, Tang Xiaotang and Ye Hongyu looked at the quiet lake. No one spoke, and their breathing was like the winter reeds by the bridge. They shook occasionally and remained silent for a long time.
In the palace, the Emperor held his wife expressionlessly. Li Qingshan and Huang Yang stood in the pavilion. Huang Yang gently left the ancient clock with his right hand and remained silent in the snow.
In front of the snow bridge, Xu Shi's silver-white eyebrows fluttered more and more wildly in the night wind. The second senior brother sitting cross-legged on the bridge among the snow still had his head lowered, and the expression on his face could not be seen.
In the winter forest, the mute monk, whose body was covered with snow, was naturally silent. However, the sound of cicadas that had been faintly ringing in the forest seemed to be quieter than before.
On the city wall, Senior Brother and Ye Su looked in the direction of Yanming Lake and remained silent. The snow on the wall in front of them had scattered to the houses under the city wall at some point.
The whole city of Chang'an fell silent.
People in this city knew that Xiahou and Ning Que were chasing or fighting in the cold water under the ice of the snow lake at this time, but no one knew what was happening there.
I don’t know how much time passed before a voice sounded on the snowy lake.
The sound was like an old wooden door being slowly opened, or like a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground. A very soft squeak broke the silence of the entire Chang'an City.
A bulge appeared on the snow lake.
Then the squeaking sound turned into a loud crackling noise.
The ice surface of Yanming Lake arches up from time to time, and then falls, as if an invisible giant hand is constantly tapping from the lake water below, trying to break through the ice surface.
The extremely thick ice layer was lifted up by the huge force like a wound, and crushed onto the ice surface next to it. The lake water kept rolling, making a tsunami-like sound.
The previously quiet snow lake suddenly became extremely terrifying, overwhelming, and stormy!
A black shadow shot out from the crack in the ice, but fell heavily into the snow.
That was Ning Que. The black hospital uniform on his body had long been soaked and torn to the point where it was almost impossible to cover his body. His exposed body was covered with mottled blood that could not be washed away by the lake water.
He didn't pause for a moment and rushed towards the cliff.
Within a moment, the surface of the black uniform began to freeze. However, compared with the dark and cold world at the bottom of the lake before, the top of the snow lake seemed to be Haotian's garden.
While running for his life, Ning Que thought of his friend who returned to Haotian's arms early and thought, Xiao Heizi, you really can't believe all of your information. Xiahou is not afraid of water at all. That's right. Even if he can't swim,
But how could a master at the pinnacle of martial arts drown in water?
At this moment, there was a loud noise behind him, and the thick ice on the lake surface was lifted up directly. The cold lake water overflowed the lake surface, and huge waves like snow seemed to flood the entire world.
In the terrifying snow waves, the powerful figure of Xiahou, like a monster in the sea, appeared. He stepped on the cold lake water, swept more than ten feet, and hit Ning Que's back with a spear!
(Don’t shout, I’m continuing to write hard and there should be the next chapter soon.) To be continued.