Nightfall Chapter 100: Feast (middle)
Who said you can’t shoot without an arrow?
Many people will say this.
When the string sounded before the river beach where the clouds and mists dispersed, no one in the world had seen empty string murder, because in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple, Ning Que cut the purple leader with the killing intent on the string When the meat became dozens of pieces, Long Qing and his subordinates were fleeing down the mountain without seeing the scene.
In the autumn rain, Ning Que knew the destiny. From that moment on, he had the ability to kill people with a bowstring, but in the following years, he never used it. He kept this ability in the arrow box. In the deepest part, until today, facing those strong practitioners who are coming in the tide, have they been exposed to the world.
Hundreds of strong practitioners rushed over without fear of life and death.
Ning Que pulled the bowstring silently.
A soft buzz! A heavy iron knife was cut in half, and the strong man with the knife cut off his right arm and let out a painful howl, unable to maintain his balance, and fell into the river.
A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe screamed, and the green sword in his hand turned into a wandering dragon, carrying the river below him, carrying the vigorous atmosphere of heaven and earth, and blasting towards his door.
He raised the iron bow and pulled the bowstring against the dragon formed by the river.
There is another soft buzz!
The water dragon ceased, and a crack appeared in the middle-aged man’s robe. The crack expanded rapidly, and blood spurted out, instantly staining the river water. He fell heavily in the blood and could no longer stand up.
A strong man in the east tent wearing a leather robe pulled the bowstring and aimed at the opposite bank across the river.
Ning Que didn’t even look at it, so he shot. That killing intent passed over the violent splash, with a moist feeling. With a fuzzy shape, he came to the opponent at an unimaginable speed.
With a crisp slap, the strong bow in the hand of the strong man of Eastern Tents broke from it, and the bowstring was split into two parts and thrown into the air. The scattered flowers were more beautiful than the water flowers, and the broken bow was fierce. The ground hit his face, just hit his eye. Smashed out a mixture of blood and juice.
However, the strong man in the Eastern Account did not scream or howl in pain, because after the killing intent attached to Ning Que’s string cut off his hard bow, it did not dissipate. Instead, he moved on and cut off his neck directly. His head fell into the river like a rock.
Just bend the bow. There is no need to shoot arrows, it is a false shot, but it has a real killing intent.
This is how Ning Que killed people with an iron bow.
His movements are very stable, and his right hand turns into an afterimage. Whether it is a sword or a feather arrow, it can’t be faster than Lixian’s killing intent. What’s more, the killing intent is invisible and innocent, how to prevent it?
The rushing river water was instantly stained red with blood, and just a face-to-face, several strong men fell to death, before his lightning-like control of the strings. There is no enemy at all.
Ning Que looked at Long Qing, who was gradually hiding into the mountains and forests in the distance, and walked into the river. At this time, hundreds of strong practitioners had all come to him, and the **** battle continued.
Countless swords, swords, swords, feathers and arrows are flying horizontally and horizontally, cutting the air on the river into turbulent cyclones, just like turbulent river water, which contains countless dangers.
Even with the strength of Ning Que’s body, under such a high-density and high-intensity attack, he still suffered some injuries. The black hospital uniform was already torn, and some blood was faintly visible under his ribs.
But his expression was still calm, and he walked to the other side in silence, holding the bow with his left hand, controlling the string with his right hand, raising his arm to aim from time to time, and pulling the bowstring with the right hand, the whole movement stabilized to a perfect degree.
He was not disturbed by any attacks-those attacks wanted to kill him, but they couldn’t kill him instantly, so those who wanted to attack him would be killed by his iron bow.
With a pleasant bow, a blood line appeared on the body of a strong practitioner. No matter how strong the armor the person wore or the powerful body after practicing martial arts, he couldn’t stop the blood line from going deep into the deepest part of the flesh and blood until it was cut in half, or had his limbs severed or died.
No one can stop Ning Que’s advancement, even if he gives up his life and forgets his death, the battle group composed of hundreds of strong practitioners is even driven back by him alone!
Hundreds of people, backed by an iron bow!
The string sound kept ringing, buzzing and humming like a harp, very similar to those sounds that sounded in the square in front of the White Pagoda Temple in Chaoyang City of the Moon Kingdom, except that the big brother broke hundreds of bowstrings that day. In order to prevent Ning Que from being killed, today Ning Que keeps changing the strings in order to kill as quickly as possible.
Go and go and shoot, blood is constantly splashing, and some people fall into the river.
Ning Que walked to the middle of the river. He stood on a slightly protruding reef, facing the wind and looking towards the forest on the opposite bank. The river breeze was blowing on his hair. He was so silent and powerful.
The more than 200 strong practitioners who were still alive were standing in the turbulent river or on the bank, looking at him with a complex expression, and temporarily stopped attacking.
It’s not easy to talk about worms shaking a tree, I am invincible in the world-this sentence is used to describe Liu Bai, Ning Que has not reached that level, but with the iron bow in hand, who can be in close combat in the world? His opponent?
Ning Que looked at the forest and said: “Since you are not convinced, you should stand up and fight me dignifiedly. Why let these people die?”
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Long Qing is not at the riverside, in the dense forest behind the cliff.
He looked at the **** scene of the scene on the river, silent and calm.
Ning Que is very powerful—Although Ning Que’s ability to kill people with string intentions with an iron bow alone is beyond his imagination, the strength of this person is what he expected, so he does not move.
At this time, Long Qing heard Ning Que’s words. He did not get angry because of the humiliation and ridicule. Instead, the corners of his lips raised slightly and he laughed silently, because he knew that Ning Que was telling a joke.
Before he and Ning Que, they would never have a sympathy for each other, because they were not heroes, and they would not fight like Jun Mo and Ye Su, because they were not gentlemen.
Ning Que’s shot was the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows sneak attack. How can he be qualified to say that he is a few enemies?
Long Qing knows his shamelessness. In order to defeat him, he must be equally or even more shameless. In order to win, he can sell his soul at all costs. What else does he care about?
The door is already precarious, and he will not return to Taoshan. The northeastern frontier army of Tang has already penetrated into the Yan realm. As long as the elder brother does a little mishandling, Chengjing will be slaughtered, and he will not return to the old capital.
He doesn’t care about these, he only cares about Ning Que.
Why? Because of dissatisfaction.
How can I serve? Of course, it is not to defeat the opponent upright, but to kill the opponent.
If you die, you will naturally take it.
He and Ning Que, whoever dies first must obey.
Long Qing understands this truth, and Ning Que also understands this truth.
So Ning Que’s words were just a joke, so he laughed.
Long Qing smiled, also because he knew he was about to win.
Ning Que ran out of talisman paper in Weicheng, and exhausted awe-inspiring spirit in Qinghe County. He could still write talisman, but there was no ready-made talisman paper. If he wanted to write magic runes, he had to consume mental energy, and he could still cast it. Haotian is divine, but he doesn’t have the awe-inspiring energy that he has accumulated for many years in his abdomen, and he needs to consume a lot of thought power if he wants to store the vitality of heaven and earth in his body.
Everyone knows that Ning Que, like Ye Hongyu, is a peerless genius who also cultivates several sects and has countless methods. After Xiahou, it is difficult for anyone to force all his cards. With his current realm strength, impossible.
But he ran all the way to kill people, even if he recovered for a while in Lanke Temple, he couldn’t be as strong as when he just left Chang’an City. Some methods he couldn’t regain in a short time.
What Long Qing has to do is to force him to consume his mind.
He induced Ning Que to shoot that iron arrow. He asked hundreds of the last, most loyal, and most powerful subordinates to attack without fear of life and death, and send them to death one after another in order to consume Ning Que’s thought power.
Mind power is the foundation of practice, the firewood of fighting flames, and everything.
No one has ever thought of defeating Ning Que by consuming mind power, because his mind power is extremely vigorous, which is also something that many people know, but Long Qing dared to think so, so he thought so.
Because only he himself knows a fact.
No one has the power of thinking, can be more powerful than him!
Ning Que can’t!
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