Nightfall Chapter 38: Horse heads running away, people separated
The Red Lotus Temple on the green hill of Qiuyu suddenly became serious. Fastest update []
Longqing waved his sleeves in the rain, Dao sleeves danced lightly, and the wind and rain made great waves.
In this brush, there is his absolute anger.
The anger comes from the arrow hole in the chest, the humiliation and pain that have accumulated for years, the despair in the past, and also because of the great gap between the beginning of his battle today and his imagination.
In his imagination, he was endowed with unparalleled learning, inherited half of the Taoist’s astounding cultivation base, and has the point of Tongtianwan. He has entered the Zhiming Realm and is far from the general notice of my fate. Today, he is coming back to the world today and should be walking chic Stepping out, defeating Ning Que lightly, let this enemy who brought him endless darkness into despair.
However, who would have thought that from the beginning of the battle, he was always at a disadvantage. To be precise, he had been in a humble state of being passively beaten. There was no chance to fight back at all. He was an overbearing Zhiming Realm cultivation base. Without the slightest exposure, he was seriously injured!
Dangerously and hardly dodge six yuan and thirteen arrows, and another arrow on the iron bowstring. After the seven arrows, Long Qing was suppressed to the extreme, humiliated to the extreme, and angry to the extreme.
This seemingly simple Taoist sleeve flicks, with a long-term suppressed anger and an extremely suppressed fighting spirit. Once it is cast, it is very powerful. The broken stone steps of Honglian Temple are up and down, the rain is suddenly empty, and there are countless drops of water. , Was swept into the sleeve wind, and then violently attacked the black carriage.
The majestic and even violent heaven and earth vitality, mixed with rain, seems to be not a bit slower than the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. Every drop of rain seems to become a feather arrow, or a hard one. stone.
What made Ning Que feel inexplicably fearful was the flood of water on the face. Under the rain and the clear light, it seemed to be painted with a touch of black, with a strange smell of danger.
Ning Que snorted and shot the seventh iron arrow, and then slid Shan into the car at the fastest speed. At this time, the black rain came in front of him, and he had only time to move the **** umbrella horizontally. , Cover in front of you.
Raining all over the sky. Like dense arrows, they hit the surface of the **** umbrella.
There is still a lot of rain, hitting the side walls of the carriage.
The black carriage, trembling violently, seemed to roll over at any time. It looked like a small boat in the ocean, looking extremely thin and pitiful. [Flying update fastest]
The sky was full of black rain and too dense. No matter how large the area of the **** umbrella was, it could not be completely blocked. Ning Que did not notice. A few drops of rain floated into the carriage from the gap and landed on Sang.
He held the umbrella handle tightly, the knuckle of his right hand was slightly whitish. [] Blood drips from the corners of the lips.
It has nothing to do with the dark rain, because he forcibly shot the seventh iron arrow. Because he was too rushed, and faintly afraid of the black rain that Long Qing was blowing over, this arrow failed to hit Long Qing’s body.
The Thirteen Arrows of Yuan Dynasty consumes extremely violently the power of thought, when it was just developed successfully. The second brother once said. Ning Que could only shoot a few arrows, and he would become weak.
Now his realm of strength is far better than that of the past, he can already shoot thirteen arrows, but today he shoots seven iron arrows in a row, without any pause in the middle, and no chance to rest and recover, just like seven times of lightning in a row in the rain The clouds light up normally, and such high-frequency and high-density shooting is very terrifying, even if you played against Xiahou on Yanming Lake last winter. He has never done this before.
Fortunately, the awe-inspiring practice has gradually grown, and the body has been greatly strengthened after being enchanted. Otherwise, just by shooting these seven iron arrows continuously, Ning Que will collapse and fall to the ground. At this time, the muscles on his arm are still severely strained, and there is intense pain in the right shoulder joint, which is difficult to pull in a short time. Iron bow.
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Prince Longqing felt most chilling and shocked. It was not the power of Ning Queyuan’s Thirteen Arrows, nor the powerful means and will shown by this person in battle, because he knew exactly what his opponent was. He just couldn’t figure out why Ning Que’s sixth iron arrow could hit him.
If it were not for the humiliation to avoid this arrow with the original arrow hole in his chest, he might be shot badly, or even died. However, at that time, he had already entered the realm of fate battle, and the whole person and the surrounding Nature blends into one, Ning Que’s cultivation is still in the Dong Profound Realm, so why can he capture himself?
Long Qing discovered that there are still many secrets in Ning Que’s body. Perhaps those secrets are not with him, but with him, such as the little maid holding a **** umbrella earlier.
Long Qing looked at Ning Que’s unchanging face wet by the rain, and said with a slightly different expression: “You are really a monster. The fastest update”
Ning Que looked at Long Qing who was standing behind the stone steps, looked at the hole in his chest, and said, “You are the monster.”
Long Qing stepped down the stone steps, and said blankly, “Each each other.”
Ning Que said: “You are polite.”
Long Qing said: “You’re welcome this time, it’s your turn to die.”
Ning Que said: “Why do you see it?”
Long Qing looked at the iron bow in his hand, smiled and asked, “Can you still shoot?”
Ning Que’s mood is getting colder, but the smile on his face is more sincere than the other party, and said: “A gentleman has nothing to fight, he must shoot.”
Long Qing said: “My man has arrived, if you can shoot, then… please shoot.”
Ning Que’s smile gradually stiffened.
Long Qing’s expression became more and more elegant.
In the autumn rain, the hoofs were screaming, and the more than ten black riders on the mountain road finally came to the front of the Red Lotus Temple.
Seven arrows fired in a row, it was seven lightning bolts. At this time, it was only a short period of time before Sang called out the direction of Long Qing. You can imagine how amazing the speed of these black riders is.
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Ning Que’s cultivation is the pinnacle of the Dongxuan realm. Even if he is truly invincible below Zhiming, even with the exception of Yuan Thirteen Arrows, he still has many powerful methods, and he even has the confidence to defeat ordinary Zhiming realm practitioners, but When Sang was seriously ill, it was impossible for him to defeat Prince Longqing, who was already in the realm of life alone, and the more than ten masters in the cave riding profound realm, and there was even no way to escape from the opponent’s siege.
At this time, the enemy is not sure. He really can’t control the bow and shoot arrows again, so Long Qing didn’t make a shot, but waited vigilantly for the opportunity. However, even if he found the opportunity to recover and could barely shoot again, he didn’t know where to shoot. Where, if you still try to kill Long Qing, how can you resist the fallen knights who are coming soon?
The ending of this battle seems to have been unchangeable, desperately unable to see any disappearance, but at this moment, the slightly stiff smile on Ning Que’s face suddenly became vivid, like a land that had dried up for a long time. , Suddenly be moisturized by Qingliang Mountain Spring.
Long Qing noticed the change in his expression, and his heart shuddered slightly.
The cold autumn rain has been washing the head of the big dark horse, but it can’t extinguish the violent mood and violent fighting spirit in its eyes. However, at the moment when the smile on Ning Que’s face changed, the big dark horse The irritable mood in his eyes suddenly disappeared. Looking at the black horses rushing to the carriage, they showed an expression of extreme contempt and contempt, like seeing a group of idiots.
The fallen knight in the front began to silently destroy the power of thought, left the horse’s rein with his right hand, and began to pinch the sword tactics, the flying sword in the sheath on his back buzzed softly, and the dark horse on his body panted quickly and excitedly. With the last accelerated sprint, the long temple hairs on the top flew constantly in the rain, looking full of beauty of strength.
At this moment, a bundle of temple hair fluttered.
This picture is extremely subtle, not easy to detect, and it hasn’t caught anyone’s attention.
Prince Longqing’s face changed drastically, and he screamed a warning.
However, the black knight is sprinting at high speed. Even if the fallen knights understand his warning and have enough discipline to execute his orders, they can’t withdraw.
They have been unable to exit this battlefield.
This battlefield arranged by Ning Que.
The black horse sprinting in the front stepped heavily into the muddy ground. The first one rushed to the Qingling Tomb, and then it couldn’t continue because its hoof was broken.
After that, a thin red line appeared on the stout horse’s neck.
More thin red lines appeared on the strong horse.
Because of uneven force in different parts, the red lines gradually widened and then separated.
The entire horse’s body has become countless pieces of meat suspended in the air, and there is faint blood between the pieces.
The head of the horse in the front, quietly separated from the body, still drifting forward. You can even see the heat mist from the horse’s nose and hear its gasping sound.
A steed in the sprint has become countless pieces of flesh and blood in the sprint.
This picture is extremely weird.
The fallen knight on horseback had almost exactly the same experience.
His right hand left the rein, and he had just squeezed the sword tactics, and the flying sword had just been unsheathed, and there was a deep cut on it, which quietly broke into two.
A thin red line appeared on his fingers holding the sword art.
The fingers fell like ripe fruits.
Immediately afterwards, his forearm was cut into countless fine pieces, and then cut into smaller pieces of meat.
His neck was severed.
The whole body was cut off from it, and then cut more finely.
Then, along with the horse’s body, which was cut into pieces, fell from midair.
Like a glacier that collapsed.
A moment ago, he was still a master of the Cave Profound Realm and a war horse of the gods.
In the next moment, it became two piles of flesh and blood piled randomly on the Qingshui Mausoleum.
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Hearing the warning from Prince Longqing, Zi Mo, the strongest among the fallen knights, was the first to react. He felt the weird and terrifying aura in the autumn rain. He almost instinctively lifted the reins and did not hesitate to take the reins. When the war horse is almost suffocated, it must stop forcibly.
The steed hissed in pain and stood up like a human, but his body continued to move forward uncontrollably. Zimo grunted, flew away from the horse, fell heavily on the wet muddy ground, and then both feet Pushing on the mud, sitting back desperately, looking at Qiu Yu in front of him, his pale face showed a look of horror.
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(After sleeping for more than two hours, get up at half past six, eat, and then write a chapter until then, it’s really sleepy… continue to write, try to write it before half past twelve.) (Your Support is my biggest motivation. This chapter has been completed and the fastest update is available
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