Ning Que suddenly turned around during the swift attack... He held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand and the other end of the back of the knife with his left hand. He stood horizontally in front of him with an awe-inspiring sword posture, trying to block Xiahou's shot.
A slight crisp sound!
Ning Que's left wrist bone was broken, and the back of the knife fell heavily on his shoulder.
He carried it on his shoulders again.
The power of Xiahou's iron spear advances again.
There was another crunching sound!
Ning Que's left shoulder was in severe pain, and he could no longer resist the huge force coming from the knife. He knelt down on one knee, and his knee smashed the hard ice into several cracks. His face suddenly turned pale. He was in pain, very painful, so
His face is very white, very white, but for some reason, there is no shadow of death in his eyes, but they are very bright, very bright.
With a cry of pain like a beast fighting for its life, Ning Que turned the pain into an unimaginable moment of strength. He forcibly turned his right wrist over, clenched his injured left hand into a fist, and hit the back of the knife hard!
Just these two simple... movements made the heavy sword in his hand seem to have gained some kind of vitality in an instant. Like a smart snake, it rolled up along Xiahou's iron spear and burst into a series of sword flowers.
Instead, it pushed Xiahou's iron spear downwards!
The drop of crystal liquid compressed by Haoran Qi in his abdomen suddenly exploded!
The drop of liquid evaporated instantly and turned into nothingness!
Those wisps of steam flow along the meridians and into every part of the body!
All the awe-inspiring energy in his body burst out in the shortest possible time!
The blazing Haotian divine radiance spurted out from the blade again, making his figure at this time... appear even bigger and more arrogant than Xia Hou in front of the sword!
The divine light shone on Xia Hou's thin and strange cheeks, illuminated his eyes, and even clearly illuminated the cold and mocking look in his pupils.
Xiahou knew that this was Ning Que's life-killing blow.
But he was not afraid. As he said before, Ning Que was not Ke Haoran. No matter how his Haoran Qi simulated the divine brilliance of Haotian, it could not be the real divine brilliance of Haotian.
He stared at Ning Que's pale cheek and shouted in a cold voice: "Liu Bai's sword intention is not Liu Bai's sword after all! No matter how many things you know, it is still another Jixi!"
The sound of shouting echoed on the cold snowy lake... The brilliance on Ning Que's sword was shaken like a torch in the wind. The iron spear suddenly lifted a few inches, and the plain sword retreated a few inches.
"You can't stab me again, and you can't hurt me again!"
Xiahou stared into Ning Que's eyes and said coldly and disdainfully: "As a disciple of the academy, you are possessed by a demon and refuse to cultivate your own destiny! You don't even know what your original intention is, so what's the joy of not dying?"
As soon as he said these words... the divine light on the sword shook more and more violently, as if the candle of wind and abundance might be extinguished at any time. Ning Que's face turned pale, and he spurted a mouthful of blood into the divine light, which turned into something with a hissing sound.
The steam had a slightly burnt smell, but his eyes were still so calm.
Then he said two words that no one would have thought of.
"Thanks."
Ning Que knew very well how powerful Xiahou was, and how difficult it was for him in the Dongxuan realm to complete a cross-border challenge that was rare in the world... so he made a lot of plans.
These plans spanned a full fifteen years, and it was not until I smelled the mutton soup in the alleys of Chang'an Street during the day that I finally finalized them.
These plans are aimed at Xia Hou's strong strength and the methods that this strong man may hide... and then try to find opportunities for a decisive victory. In tonight's battle at Snow Lake, some of these plans played an important role... such as
The storm of talismans, the combination of iron arrows and iron pots...some of them have no effect.
For example, he fell miserably from the night sky earlier. It seemed miserable, but in fact he wanted to lead Xiahou into the dark and cold bottom of the lake and wait for an opportunity to kill him. According to the intelligence provided by Zhuoer at the time, Xiahou was very afraid of water... However, the actual situation was that Xiahou changed shape at the bottom of the cold lake.
Becoming more powerful and terrifying.
Some plans, Ning Que never found a chance to come up with during the battle, and some plans were half used. From the very beginning, he had been looking for the moment when he would meet Xia Hou head-on and compete with each other, because through Ye Hongyu
He knew the threat that Haotian Shenhui posed to the strong men of the Demon Sect.
He found two opportunities and faced two choices. When the Haotian divine light burst out from the Pu Dao for the first time, he chose to use Haoran Qi to cooperate with Liu Bai's sword intention.
According to his calculations, the Haoran Qi inherited from his young master uncle and the newly realized Liu Bai Sword Intent were his most powerful means. In fact, he did successfully seriously injure Xia Hou, but it was a pity that he was not able to kill him.
The pair were facing a second chance, and he was never sure what choice he should make, until he heard Xiahou's cold and condescending rebuke, and he finally strengthened his confidence.
After using the secret method of the Demon Sect, Xiahou became extremely thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and his cheeks seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of skin. The bones underneath were clearly visible, and there were actually some traces of his teacher Liansheng who was born in the Demon Sect's mountain gate.
His appearance, illuminated by the blazing light, is even more like a god or a demon.
He did not hesitate to burn his life and flesh and seriously deplete his own longevity..." Xiahou completely changed the situation of the Battle of Snow Lake. In front of the powerful him, Ning Que had no power to fight back. The Haotian Shenhui drawn up by Haoran Qi was against him.
It can cause some damage, but it can't change the entire battle situation.
Ning Que was about to die, but at this moment, he said thank you.
This thank you is so inexplicable.
Xia Hou didn't know if Ning Que was really crazy before he died, and couldn't understand why Ning Que wanted to thank him, but he always felt that there was a strange smell in this thank you, which made him feel a little uneasy.
Ning Que looked at Xiahou's thin cheeks that were as scary as gods and demons on the other side of the blazing light, and said with mixed emotions: "I also have a life object, do you want to see what it is?"
Following these words, an extremely condensed thought force was released from Ning Que's body. The thought force separated from the mottled blood on his body and floated towards the sky above the snow lake. The adjective "Zhen Piaomiao" does not mean that this thought force walks
The slowness, but the feeling it gives people... This thought power is extremely pure, but it is like a urchin with brute force but ignorance, permeating the vitality of heaven and earth on the snow lake, not knowing where to touch it.
at.
In front of the White Wind and Snow Palace, Xiahou once commented on Ning Que's telekinesis, saying that his telekinesis was pure and pure, but his control over the vitality of heaven and earth was extremely poor.
This is exactly what happened at this time.
However, Xia Hou's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Because he clearly felt that the thought power released by Ning Que... captured a very fine wisp of heaven and earth vitality on the snow lake... That ray of heaven and earth vitality instantly reached the cliff on the south bank of the lake, and just fell to the edge of the cliff...
The extremely thin ray of heaven and earth vitality stabilized in an instant, and began to expand at an extremely terrifying speed. It seemed that there was something on the cliff that was continuously pouring into this ray of heaven and earth vitality.
Holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, Ning Que's face was pale and his eyes were bright.
handle
He risked destroying his power... With a thought, he dispersed the crystal liquid in his belly and sent out all the awe-inspiring energy at the same time, ensuring that Xiahou Iron Spear was suppressed for a period of time.
He must cherish this time.
His power of thought was released from the sea of consciousness, passed through the stagnant snow-capped mountain air sea that only had ten orifices, and traveled through those difficult and invisible air orifices, and finally merged into a ditty with a very weak sound and a poor melody.
He hoped that this ditty could be heard...understood.
Because he is calling his own destiny with this song.
When practitioners control objects, they do not rely on the vitality of heaven and earth to directly affect things in the world. Instead, they use the vitality of heaven and earth as a bridge to transmit their thoughts to objects, thereby triggering vibrations of the vitality of heaven and earth inside the objects... which is most closely related to the practitioner's mental power.
The object that is most likely to resonate harmoniously is the natal object.
This is what Chen Pipi said. He believed that it is very difficult for practitioners to find the natal object that completely matches their own aura. That night in the old library... he talked to Ning Que, using music as an example... The so-called natal object is
He is someone who can understand and listen to his own music very well.
That is the so-called bosom friend.
The natal sword of a swordsman is his natal sword, such as Liu Bai's Great River Sword. Of course, as the strongest swordsman in the world, he can now draw his natal sword on paper.
The talisman master's natal object is the natal talisman, such as the tic character of Ning Que's master Yan Se. This talisman was the closest to him, and they were still fighting side by side until the moment before he passed away.
Ning Que is a rare person who practices both. His natal object is not a knife, a sword, or a talisman, nor is it pen, ink, paper, inkstone, mountain, stream, or wood, or even his most beloved silver.
His natal creature is a little maid.
It's the little maid with yellowish hair and dark face.
On the snow lake, Ning Que's mind controlled the wisp of heaven and earth teeth and energy and came to Yanming Mountain.
The little song was played silently on the edge of the cliff.
Chen Pipi once said that his music is difficult to listen to and understand, and the distance tonight is relatively far, so the sound of the music is extremely dim and misty, and it is simply not a tune.
Sangsang felt the power of thought.
She heard the music and understood the music.
Although there was no real melody played on Yanming Mountain, she clearly heard a folk song. It was a tune that Ning Que often liked to hum when he was carrying her climbing deep in Meng Mountain many years ago.
Ning Que was ignorant of all things and had no sound. The reason why he was not afraid of embarrassment and often sang this song to Sang Sang was because Sang Sang liked to hear him sing this song when he couldn't sleep.
This song is Sangsang’s lullaby.
Sangsang stood on the edge of the cliff with a big black umbrella and a slightly confused expression.
She looked at the light in the snowy lake under the cliff and didn't quite understand what was going on, but she understood the call, or invitation, that Ning Que sent out in that thought.
Ning Que was inviting her to establish the closest connection, which was absolute obedience, a connection that even the shadow of death and the threat of Pluto could not tear apart.
Any life with autonomous consciousness will instinctively resist such an absolutely one-sided connection, and even if it finally accepts it, it will take a long time to struggle.
But Sangsang agreed to the invitation without any hesitation or struggle.
Because she was originally his little maid.
(Please calm down...although I am indeed a little feverish when writing at this time, I am continuing to write, and there is still one more chapter.)