Nightfall Chapter 288: Dark Sword

Xiahou who betrayed the Demon Sect, his life was the horrible bright spear... He could clearly perceive all the details before the iron spear, so he knew that Sangsang was not dead.

The first shot with great perseverance to endure the killing, failed to kill Ning Que, in line with the art of war, the second shot that should never be missed, and failed to kill the little maid on the cliff. Two unbelievable misses in a row made Xiahou's mood a little strange.

At this time, Ning Que had swept across several tens of meters and came to the Xuehu Lake.

At this moment, Xiahou frowned slightly, and the right palm that he was holding in the cold wind violently tightened, and the iron gun on the cliff shrank back suddenly, as if being bounced back into the air by a **** umbrella .

The dark iron gun pierced the remnant snow floating on the lake, pierced the slightest cold wind, and with a sharp whistling sound, it pierced Ning Que's back like lightning.

The sharp whistling is the sound of breaking wind, it is the sound of rushing before the tip of a sharp gun. The sharper the sound, the faster the speed. Just listen to the sound and you will know this iron gun, even if the speed is not as fast as the Yuan 13 arrows, but It is also extremely scary.

According to the truth, with Ning Que’s current cultivation strength of the Upper Profound Cavern, there is no way to predict the trajectory of Xiahouming’s spear in advance, let alone cope with this and terrifying speed. But Ning Que was never a reasonable person. He had no reason to think about his life experience and practice process carefully.

Just when the iron gun was three feet away from his back, when the screaming sound of the friend did not reach his ears, he once again reacted in advance, filled his body with awe-inspiring energy, and forcibly twisted his body in the night sky. , Condensed all the spirit and strength on the blade... and severely cut it behind him!

An extremely bright and crisp sound, accompanied by a strong jet of air, waved away from the blade and gun tip to the surroundings, and the snow on the shaking winter lake kept trembling.

Ning Que suffered a sharp pain in his wrist, and he almost couldn't hold the Pudao in his hand, but he stabilized his figure with an extremely determined mind, and with the counter-shock force transmitted by the blade...in the night breeze Rotating in a circle... whistling and rushing towards Xiahou again, the speed was actually a bit faster than before.

The iron gun drew an arc in the night sky...It came to Xiahou earlier than Ning Que, and returned to his right palm that was emptied in the cold wind.

The cold wind was violent, and Ning Que broke through the wind, holding Pudao in both hands, and chopped off!

Xiahou was already covered in blood... his face was pale, but his expression remained motionless, watching the ghostly figure rushing towards him, and handed it a simple shot.

The light on the tip of the iron gun is brilliant.

After a loud and clear sound, Ning Que swept backwards like an injured bird and fell heavily on the snow lake again.

The dark iron spear trembled at a very high frequency in Xiahou's hand, and couldn't calm down for a long time... it made a deep, desperate cry.

Every time the iron spear and Pudao collide, it is so simple and unpretentious, full of strength, seemingly simple and boring, but in fact it hides the meaning of opening a mountain and a lake.

Ning Que stood up... felt that his wrist seemed to have been broken, and his face was as pale as snow. Although Xiahou was severely injured under his talisman... but in terms of strength and true energy. , He is still far inferior to the opponent... There is no way to make up or close the gap.

Xiahou's simple shot broke Ning Que's plan for a long time. There shouldn't be any reason to be dissatisfied with his life and death. However, his brows frowned deeply.

Because this shot still failed to pierce Ning Que's body.

At that moment, when the bright spear was like blazing sunlight, about to tear the color of night from Ning Que's body, the Pudao in Ning Que's hand turned out strangely without knowing where it came from. The tip of the gun was removed, and then his body took advantage of the momentum to fall back, but it was not picked out by the tip of the gun.

Xiahou squinted his eyes and looked at Ning Que and said: "In spring you retreat in the cliff cave behind the academy. It really is not Fuwu Shuangxiu, but you...have been enchanted."

Ning Que spat out **** saliva into the snow in front of him, and did not answer.

Xiahou wanted to understand half of the answer earlier. The answer was that Ning Que had already become enchanted. Otherwise, if he were an ordinary practitioner, he would not be able to withstand the enormous power carried by the iron spear.

But that is only half the answer.

Xiahou fired three shots against Ning Que tonight. Each shot was a work of full energy. He believed that even those masters of the Demon Sect back then could not follow.

Ning Que should be dead, but he is still alive. At the most critical point in time, when the shadow of death from the tip of the gun was about to cover his body, he could always react in advance, and it was the most correct response.

Xiahou Jingzhao was born suddenly. Even if Ning Que became a demon, he couldn't explain how he could do this, because it represented that he had the deepest knowledge of the fluctuations of the vitality of the world around him.

In other words, tonight's Ning Que seems to have the fighting consciousness of fate.

The snow on the city wall gradually stopped, but it looked colder than before. Big brother and Ye Su looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, and the breath of the two of them was like mist filled all around.

Ye Su didn't expect that Ning Que would actually catch Xiahou's bright spear. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he was not dead after all. This made him puzzled and even shocked.

Although Xiahou's bright spear is dark and has no traces in the night clouds, he walks in a bright and upright manner, suppressing it with speed and force, forcing his opponent to fight life and death.

With Ning Que’s current level of consciousness, he couldn’t capture the movement of the bright spear at all, let alone predict the enemy first, so he could only force it... and his cultivation realm was only in the cave profound realm, and he did not recruit heaven and earth at all. With vitality as a means, when Xiahou used the first shot, he should have been dead.

"Xiahou's bright spear will naturally not stab you, Mr. Da."

Ye Su glanced at the big brother and continued: "If it is Liu Bai, he must lift the hilt upside down, hit it with the yellow wave, and kill it. If I face the iron spear, I , I will probably condense like a chain with his sword intent, trying to tie this gun, but I don’t understand how Ning Que can avoid his gun."

The big brother shook his head after thinking for a while, and said: "I don't know how the junior brother did it."

Ye Su closed his eyes... Listening intently to the faint sound of guns and knives coming from the snow lake in the distance, the sound of someone walking on the snow like a ghost, suddenly thought of a possibility.

After a while, he opened his eyes, frowned and said, "Even so, I can't explain it."

The big brother asked: "So?"

Yes Su said blankly, "You know what I mean."

The big brother said: "The college is not recognized."

Ye Suhan said: "Not admitting does not mean it doesn't exist."

The big brother slowly said: "If there is no evidence, then it will only annoy you."

Ye Su took a deep breath and suddenly said something headless and tailless: "Master will leave one day."

The big brother didn't think about it... he said a word.

This sentence is almost exactly the same as Ning Que's answer to Ye Hongyu.

"I don't think the teacher will leave before us."

In the Demon Mountain Gate of Zizong, he inherited the mantle of the little uncle, Hao Ranqi has been constantly changing Ning Que's body. His body is becoming stronger and stronger now, and his strength is becoming stronger and stronger. , Correspondingly, his body and speed have become faster and faster.

But Xiahou was a former powerhouse of the Demon Sect. His body was nurtured for many years with True Qi, and his strength and speed were far above Ning Que...so he was able to block Xiahou's bright spear, not because of this.

Ning Que didn't know that Xiahou's last resort was the Taoist technique, and he didn't even think that Xiahou would have his own destiny, but there were countless fragments of consciousness that Master Liansheng spent in the depths of his consciousness.

Those fragments of consciousness are spiritual imprints.

Xiahou is a demon sect, and he inherits everything from Liansheng. Liansheng knows his disciple better than anyone else. Although he can't know the situation of Xiahou when he cultivated the spear... But he knows Xiahou's temperament, preferences and habits. It was the position where his feet stood, he knew everything about Xiahou.

If Master Liansheng is a giant net as wide as the ocean, then Xiahou is a stone giant walking on this giant net, seemingly powerful and indestructible, but in fact every step he takes... They are still in that net, and every shock will let that net know its intentions.

Ning Que has all the spiritual imprints of Master Liansheng... it is equivalent to owning this net. Although he cannot actively control these spiritual imprints, when Xiahou walks on the Internet, the consciousness fragments in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness will begin Shining brightly, tell him in advance what Xiahou is going to do and how he should do it.

Last year's cold winter was on the shore of the Hulan Sea. Ning Que, who was far less powerful than this time, was able to remain calm in the face of Xiahou's more powerful fist than tonight, because the fragments of consciousness were at work.

Tonight, these fragments of consciousness are still in the moonlight

A cold wind came from the winter forest on the east bank of the lake, rolling up the snow on the lake and sprinkling powder.

Xiahou looked at the snow, and suddenly thought of the ash like snow in his hands beside the Hulan Sea. With the ashes of the teacher, his body suddenly became cold.

"Teacher... what did he teach you?"

Xiahou looked at Ning Que and asked, with a cold flame burning in his eyes.

Ning Que’s eyes were also very bright, pointing to his head and said, “Master Liansheng didn’t teach me anything, but he did leave me something. The consciousness he left told me that he also wanted to Kill you **** and clean up the door for Mingzong, so this is all your teacher's murderous intent on you."

Xiahou was silent for a long time, and suddenly said indifferently: "The academy claims to be the right way, but you are a disciple of the academy but you are a student of the Demon Liansheng, and you use the Demon Sect technique. It's really rebellious."

Ning Que said: "You are a disciple of the Demon Sect. You studied under Liansheng, but you have rebelled against the Demon Sect to join the Dao Sect. You have even changed your Dao Sect Cultivation Techniques. You abandon your own heaven and earth to cultivate your destiny. You are more rebellious than I am."

Xiahou suddenly sneered and said: "I didn't expect it to be a battle between two traitors tonight."

Ning Que shook his head and said, "The Devil Sect regards you as an enemy, and the Academy does not deny my identity."

Xiahou said: "No matter what the teacher teaches you, you will still die tonight."

Ning Que said: "I thought that I was the only one in the world who spoke more than hands."

Xiahou squinted his eyes and said: "Then do it, please take another shot."

The cold voice gradually faded away, Xiahou's burly body seemed to have become a real mountain, and a deep crack appeared in the solid lake ice at the foot, and the lake water could be seen faintly.

The snow lake finally began to rippling, and the distance between the two people on the lake shrank sharply. Xiahou held an iron spear and stabbed it straight, while Ning Que dragged his wrist and cut it off with a knife.

Iron Gun and Park Dao meet again.

Feeling the terrifying power of Pei Ran Mo Yu from the hilt of the knife, Ning Que frowned, without any hesitation, the power of thought burst out... The drop of crystal liquid in his body was spinning at high speed... On the cliff behind the academy The awe-inspiring gas that has been accumulated for several months is sprayed out in an almost presumptuous manner!

The Pu knife in his hand suddenly shines bright. Numerous golden light splashes from the dark knife, like the golden light reflecting off the Chang'an city wall in the twilight, and like a sudden appearance of the sun, instantly turning the pitch black A piece of Yanming Lake shines like day!

The golden and holy brilliance, after leaving Pu Dao, passed through the cold air, turned into a golden sand-like thing, and hit Xiahou's face fiercely!

Since a thousand years, the Dao and Demon have always been incompatible.

The magic of the Xiling Temple is undoubtedly one of the nemesis of the Demon Sect's exercises. After Ye Hongyu has realized the magic, he is regarded as the natural heir of the judge who is responsible for chasing the remnants of the Demon Sect. . The most feared by the strongest of Tamzong is the holy Haotian Shenhui. Therefore, the junior master of the academy imprisoned such characters as Master Liansheng, and he also used Shenhui to create the cage formation.

Divine art is a gift given by Haotian to the Dao Sect, and it is a punishment to the Demon Sect. Those golden rays of light ignore the powerful body and the majestic vitality of the Demon Sect practitioner, and directly affect the circulation of the true energy in their bodies. It can even directly melt the crystal walls of the meridians in their bodies! Xiahou saved his most powerful means for the last night in the Battle of Winter Lake, and an iron gun swept all over the place and Ning Que also saved his Taoist magic until this time!

In the blazing Haotian Divine Radiance, Xiahou’s cheeks seemed pale and about to become transparent. His eye pupils seemed to really burn, and his eyelashes fell off in Divine Radiance, then turned into coke and ashes. In the end it turned into nothingness, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, followed by a joking smile.

Looking at Ning Que outside Shenqi, Xihou laughed brazenly, and roared almost like a roar: "You think I don't know that you have magic skills! But your magic skills are fake! You are still awe-inspiring! How can candlelight turn into sunlight! Fake is fake, and it will never become real! You are not Ke Haoran, what can you do to me!"

The extremely majestic infurience spouted out of his burly body, accompanied by the sound of scoffing, the surrounding snow was shaken off the lake surface, floating into the night sky!

Xiahou stood in the floating snow, pressing down with a gun with one hand, like a **** leaning out of the cloud to look at him, unstoppable.

Ning Que's knees were slightly bent, his face was pale, and the ice under his feet gurgled as if it was about to break.

Xiahou flipped his right palm and patted Ning Que's head like a hill, and said indifferently: "Die!"

Tonight's Xiahou was seriously injured, and his strength was not as good as two or three tenths at peak time, but after all, he is a martial artist who is strong at the peak. With only these remaining strengths, he is incredibly powerful.

With Ning Que’s current strength, it is already an extremely shocking picture to be able to carry Xiahou’s bright spear. His full-painted mind and all awe-inspiring aura are poured on the Gua Knife, and he has no spare power to deal with such things. The palm patted on top of his head like a hill, even at this moment, it was too late.

But at this moment.

Xiahou let out an extremely stern scream, slammed back.

A spout of blood spurted from his belly!

He cracked the ice and snow all the way, and retreated two hundred feet in a short while.

The sprayed blood dragged a long line of blood on the snow lake.

Just before that moment.

Ning Que accepted the class extremely unreasonably.

At that time, Xiahou's palm was only half a foot from the top of his head.

At that time, the iron gun in Xiahou's hand was no longer blocked by Pu Dao, and he was about to descend.

He stabbed Xiahou deeply into the lower abdomen.

When he pulled out the knife

Xiahou's palm is half a foot from the top of his head.

The iron gun in Xiahou's hand did not move at all, as if hovering in the air.

Ning Que took the knife and blocked the iron gun again.

Xiahou just reacted.

So he took his hand, he retreated quickly, and once he retreated, it was half a snow lake.

Ning Que’s swiftness with this knife cannot be described with lightning.

That is an aura that transcends the sense of speed.

It's like Didi Zhuolang falling from the sky, the speed is not necessarily fast, but the momentum makes everyone who sees it feel that it can't stop this from happening.

On the snowy lake in the distance, Xiahou clutched his bleeding abdomen, frightened, and asked, "What kind of knife is this!"

Ning Que looked at him and said: "You know that I know magic skills, then do you know that I know swords?"

The sword he used before was not the sword technique, but the sword intent.

The sword intent of Liu Bai, the world's most powerful sword sage.

On the cold city wall, Ye Su looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, feeling the unfamiliar but fierce sword intent that he would never admit wrong, and subconsciously slapped the snow on the wall in front of him. Unbelievably said: "A turbid river descended from the sky! How could it be Liu Bai's sword intent!"

He suddenly turned around and looked at the big brother in shock and said: "Ning Quehui has enough things, and he actually learned Liu Bai's sword! Who taught him? Is it the academy?"

The big brother answered honestly: "Although the younger brother has learned the Haoran sword, the Dahe sword is not taught by the academy."

Ye Su frowned and asked: "Who taught that?"

The big brother hesitated for a while and said: "Your sister."

(I am writing very hard, see you tomorrow.)

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