Nightfall Chapter 290: Lullaby

Ning Que turned around abruptly in the rush…Holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, holding the other end of the back of the knife in his left hand, he stood in front of him with awe-inspiring sword force, trying to block Xiahou’s shot.

Slightly crisp!

Ning Que fractured his left wrist bone, and the back of the knife fell heavily on his shoulder.

He carried it on his shoulder.

Xiahou’s iron spear is going forward again.

There is another crisp sound!

Ning Que suffered severe pain in his left shoulder, and could no longer bear the huge force that came from carrying the knife. He knelt on one knee, smashed the hard ice through several cracks, and his face suddenly paled. He is very painful, very painful, so his face is very white, very white, but I don’t know why, he can’t see any shadow of death in his eyes, but very bright, very bright.

With a cry like a beast fighting for life, Ning Que turned the pain into an unimaginable moment of power, and forced his right wrist to flip, and his already injured left hand was clenched into a fist and hit the back of the knife hard!

These two simple… movements made the heavy Pudao in his hand seem to gain a certain vitality in an instant, like a smart snake, rolling up along Xiahou’s iron spear, bursting out a series of Daohua instead pressed Xiahou’s iron gun down!

The drop of crystal clear liquid in his abdomen compressed by Haoran Qi suddenly exploded!

The drop of liquid evaporates instantly, turning into nothingness!

Those strands of steam flow along the meridians to every part of the body!

All the awe-inspiring aura in his body broke out in the shortest possible time!

The blazing Haotian Divine Hui sprayed out from the blade again, making his figure at this time…appear more burly and even more powerful than Xiahou before the sword!

Shenhui shined on Xiahou’s thin and weird cheeks, illuminating his eyes, and even the indifferent mocking color in his eyes was clearly illuminated.

Xiahou knew that this was Ning Que’s life-saving blow.

But he was not afraid. As he said earlier, Ning Que is not Ke Haoran. No matter how his awe-inspiring aura mimics the Haotian Shenhui, it is impossible for him to be the real Haotian Shenhui.

He stared at Ning Que’s pale cheeks, and shouted in a cold voice: “Liu Bai’s sword intent is not Liu Bai’s sword after all! You know many things, but it’s all other Jixi after all!”

The shouts echoed on the cold snow lake…The brilliance on the trembling Ning Que knife was like a torch in the wind shaking, the iron spear suddenly raised a few inches, and the Pu knife backed a few inches.

“You can’t stab me again, and you can’t hurt me again!”

Xiahou stared at Ning Que’s eyes, and said indifferently: “As a disciple of the academy, I actually fell into the demon and refused to repair my destiny! You don’t even know what your heart is referring to. What’s the joy of not dying?”

As soon as this statement came out… the divine brilliance on the knife shook more and more violently, just like the candle of wind and prosperity seemed to be extinguished at any time. Ning Que’s face was pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed into Shenhui, which turned into slightly burnt steam with the sneer, but his eyes were still that calm.

Then he said two words that no one could think of.

“Thank you.”

Ning Que knew very well how powerful Xiahou was, how difficult it is for himself in the Dong Profound Realm to complete a cross-border challenge that is rare in the world… so he made many plans.

These plans have spanned a full fifteen years, and it was not until the day when the red-sleeve tricks were used to smell the mutton soup in the streets of Chang’an.

These plans are aimed at Xiahou’s powerful strength and the means that the strong might hide… and then try to find opportunities for lore. Some of these plans played an important role in tonight’s Snow Lake Battle. ……For example, the talisman’s storm, the cooperation of the iron arrow and the iron kettle… some are useless.

For example, he fell tragically from the night sky before, looking miserable, but actually wanted to lead Xiahou into the dark and cold lake bottom to wait for an opportunity to kill. According to the information provided by Zall back then, Xiahou was afraid of water… However, the actual situation is that Xiahou is here. The bottom of the cold lake became more and more terrifying.

Some plans, Ning Que never found a chance to take it out during the battle, and some plans used half of it. From the very beginning, he has been looking for a time to meet Xiahou head-to-head and compete for real energy, because it passed Ye Hongyu knew the threat of Haotian Shenhui to the powerful demon sect.

He found two opportunities, and he faced two choices. When Haotian Divine Hui spurted out of Pudao for the first time, he chose to match Liu Bai’s sword intent with awe-inspiring spirit.

According to his calculations, the awe-inspiring spirit inherited from the young master uncle and the newly realized sword intent of Liu Bai are his most powerful means. In fact, he did successfully injure Xiahou seriously, but it was a pity that he could not kill other side.

The pair faced a second chance, and he was not sure how he should choose, until he heard Xiahou’s cold and condescending berate, he finally strengthened his confidence.

After using the secret method of the Demon Sect, Xiahou was extremely thin, with deep sunken eye sockets, and only a thin layer of skin on his cheeks. The bones underneath were clearly visible. There were some of his teacher Liansheng in the Demon Sect. The appearance in the mountain gate is even more like a **** like a devil under the blazing light.

Hesitate to burn his life and flesh and blood to seriously deplete his Shouyun…” Xiahou completely changed the situation of the Snow Lake battle. In front of him, Ning Que didn’t have the slightest power to fight back. , Can cause some damage to him, but can’t change the whole battle.

Ning Que was about to die soon, but at this moment, he said thank you.

This thank you is so inexplicable.

Xiahou didn’t know if Ning Que was really mad before dying. He couldn’t understand why Ning Que was grateful to herself, but he always felt that the sound of Xie Li had a strange smell and was a little uneasy.

Ning Que looked at Xiahou’s thin cheeks like a **** or devil in the blazing light, and said with complex emotions: “I also have a destiny, do you want to see what it is?”

Following these words, a very condensed mind power was released from Ning Que’s body, and the mind power broke away from the mottled blood on his body, and moved towards the misty sky above Xuehu. The adjective “Zhen Miomiaomiao” does not mean that the power of thought walks slowly, but that it feels like it itself…This power of thought is extremely pure, yet it is permeated like a brave but ignorant urchin. In the heaven and earth vitality on the snow lake, there is no idea where to touch.

In front of the Gate of Day Wind and Snow Palace, Xiahou once commented on Ning Que’s power of mind, saying that his power of mind is pure and pure, but his manipulation of the vitality of heaven and earth is extremely bad.

This is the situation at this time.

However, Xiahou’s eyes suddenly became cold.

Because he clearly felt that Ning Que’s power of thought… caught a very thin ray of heaven and earth vitality on the snow lake… That ray of heaven and earth vitality instantly reached the cliff on the southern shore of the lake, and fell off the cliff. By the side… the extremely fine heaven and earth vitality stabilized instantly, and began to expand at an extremely terrifying speed, it seems that there is something on the cliff that is constantly being poured into this heaven and earth vitality.

Ning Que’s face was pale and his eyes were bright.

Handle

He risked ruining power…with a move of his thoughts, the liquid crystal in his abdomen was dispersed, and all the awe-inspiring energy was sent out at the same time, ensuring that the Xiahou iron gun was suppressed for a period of time.

He must cherish this time.

His thought power was released from the sea of ​​consciousness, passing through the stagnant snow-capped mountain air sea that only had ten orifices, and through those difficult and invisible air orifices, and finally converged into a song with a very weak voice and a poor rhythm. Small song.

He hopes that this little song can be heard…be understood.

Because he is calling his own life with this song.

Practitioners do not rely on the vitality of heaven and earth to directly affect the things in the world, but use the vitality of heaven and earth as a bridge to transfer their thought power to the object, thereby triggering the vibration of the vitality of heaven and earth inside the object…and practice The most harmonious and the most prone to resonance is the natal thing.

This is what Chen Pipi said. He thinks it is very difficult for a practitioner to find a natal thing that matches his own breath. That night in the old book building… He talked to Ning Que, taking the musical rhythm as an example… The so-called natal thing is a person who can understand and listen to his own music very much.

The so-called soulmate.

The sword master’s natal thing is the natal sword, such as Liu Bai’s Dahe sword, of course, as the sword master of the world’s first strongest man, he can now draw his natal sword on paper.

The destiny of the master talisman is the destiny talisman, such as the well character of Master Ning Que, Master Yan Se. This talisman is the closest to him, and it was still fighting side by side until the moment before his death.

Ning Que is a rare part-time cultivator. His destiny is not a sword, a sword, nor a destiny talisman, nor is it a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, mountains, rivers, woods, not even the most beloved silver.

His destiny is a little maid.

It’s the little maid with yellowish hair and an ordinary black face.

On the Snow Lake, Ning Que’s mind controlled the fangs of heaven and earth, and came to Yanming Mountain.

The little tune stood silently beside the cliff.

Chen Pippi once said that his tunes are hard to listen to and understand, and the distance tonight is relatively far, so the tunes are so dim and drifting, it’s almost out of tune.

Sangsang felt the power of thought.

She heard the song, and understood it.

Although the real rhythm is not played on Yanming Mountain, she clearly heard a folk song. It was many years ago when Ning Que was climbing in the depths of Meng Mountain with her back. First tune.

Ning Que has no knowledge and lack of five tones. The reason why he is not afraid of embarrassment and often hums this song to Sangsang is because when Sangsang can’t sleep, he likes to listen to him sing this song.

This song is Sangsang’s lullaby.

Sang Sauna stood on the cliffside with a **** umbrella, looking slightly confused.

She looked at the light in the snowy lake under the cliff. She didn’t quite understand what had happened, but she understood Ning Que’s call, or invitation, in that thought force.

Ning Que is inviting her to establish the closest connection, which is absolute obedience, which is the connection that the shadow of death and Pluto’s intimidation cannot tear apart.

Any self-conscious life will instinctively resist when faced with such an absolute unilateral connection. Even if it is finally accepted, it will take a long time to struggle.

But Sangsang agreed to the invitation without any hesitation, let alone struggle.

Because she was originally his little maid.

(Please calm down…Although I am really a bit hot when writing at this time, I am continuing to write, and there is one more chapter.)

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