Nightfall Chapter 283: It has never been a one-man battle
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 283, has never been a one-man battle
When Fu Yi started on the lakeshore, Ye Su stood in the wind and snow at the top of the city and said, "Uncle Yan Se really knows people. Who would have thought that Ning Que entered Fu Dao in these days, so he had such a method. . Sanctuary"
In his opinion, Ning Que's talisman is not very powerful, and some of them are obviously a means of beginners. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is useless to make people laugh. However, Ning Que wrote in less than two years He was shocked by so many Taoist symbols.
What shocked Ye Su the most was Ning Que’s method of applying talismans. The storm of the sea of talismans on the lake seemed chaotic, but in fact it had its own rules, and the coordination of each talisman was perfect. If this is not the case, it is impossible to create such a momentum and form such an effect.
The senior brother smiled and explained: "The younger junior is a great calligrapher, and his lifelong learning is the best at pen and ink skills. He has a profound knowledge of how to disassemble and write characters."
Ye Su frowned slightly and said, "I still can't understand how he can write so many Taoist symbols."
The Talisman is most concerned about talent. Whether he is the heir of Zhishouguan or the sword sage Liu Bai, it is difficult for him to get close to the Talisman in his life, but this does not mean that he has no understanding of the Talisman.
Any rune master can only use the rune he wrote. Even if a rune master of the realm like Master Yan Se can leave several runes for his disciples to use, the number will definitely not be too much.
Writing amulets requires a lot of thought and effort from the talisman, and a lot of materials are needed. It takes only two years to make a talisman. Why can you write so many talisman?
"There is nothing else in the academy, that is, there are a lot of materials in practice. If there are any omissions, the court will help to prepare. As for the mental power required to write the talisman..."
The senior brother smiled, and said: "Mr. Ye Su probably doesn't know. The vigorous level of mind of the junior junior can also be ranked in the forefront of the mountains behind my college."
The disciples in the mountains behind the academy are not well-known in the world, but Ye Su knows very well that those people must have their own geniuses. At this time, I heard that Ning Que’s power of thought can actually rank in the forefront of the mountains behind the academy. Startled, a little surprised, and a little surprised.
At this moment, the well character appeared above the lakeside house.
Yes Su felt the straight and biting talisman from that place, his eyebrows were slowly raised, and he looked at Yanming Lake in silence for a long time, and then gradually stretched his eyebrows, saying: "After all, half a **** Symbol."
Looking at the lake in the night, the big brother said with a little regret: "Although the younger brother has made great progress, after all, the time to enter the Talisman is still short, and he has not been able to become a magical master."
Ye Su shook his head and said, "What about the magical runemaster? Unless you reach the level of Uncle Yan Se, you can only defeat Xiahou and other characters by relying on the light and fluttering rune paper. It can only be a wishful thinking. """
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"I never thought that Xiahou could be killed by the Dao of Talisman. The master probably had this ability in his heyday. I don't have it. I naturally have my own ideas."
Ning Que looked at the other side swallowed by the night again, and said: "They all say that they cannot cross the border to challenge. No one in the world, including the seniors in the academy, believes that I can defeat Xiahou, but I insisted on doing it because they counted. One thing was wrong, I didn't think about defeating Xiahou, I just wanted to kill Xiahou."
How can you kill the enemy if you don't defeat the enemy?
"The battle is only an instant. Killing a person can be a very long process. There can be many battles. I may not be able to defeat him in the countless battles before, but I can make him bleed. In the end, I still couldn't beat him, but his blood might shed light."
"If the blood ran out, it would die naturally."
"Tonight, what Xiahou and I are fighting is not strength, not thought power, or realm, but to see who sheds the blood on his body faster. He is a strong demon sect. The defense is too terrible, like a tortoise. I will do it. The thing is to keep bleeding this tortoise and then make sure not to be bitten to death by him."
Ning Que said solemnly: "Thank you Tang, I have broken the outermost layer of tortoise shell on Xiahou's body, so what I have to do next is relatively simple."
Sangsang looked at him and said, "We will succeed."
Ning Que talked a lot today and explained a lot.
If he is not with Sangsang, but other listeners, such as Ye Hongyu, Ye Hongyu must have been bored to the extreme, and would like to kick him into the ice lake under the cliff.
Sangsang was a little surprised at first, and then understood the reason.
Faced with Xiahou, Ning Que didn't have the slightest confidence.
Even if his expression is so calm, his tone is so peaceful, he seems confident, everything is under control, even if he has been preparing for fifteen years.
He still has no confidence.
So he kept talking about his preparations and the reasons for his victory to convince himself that he could really cross the border to challenge successfully and defeat that powerful enemy that seemed impossible to defeat.
Sangsang is very worried, very worried about Ning Que's current mental state. The latest chapter of the church
So she has been using a more affirmative tone than Ning Que, saying: We are sure and sure to win.
When the whole world didn't believe in Ning Que, even when Ning Que himself was about to lose confidence, then she was the only one who could give him the last confidence.
Because this is not just a battle between Ning Que, but a battle between the two of them.
Sangsang put the **** umbrella on his thin shoulders, and stretched out his right hand to grip Ning Que's clothes tightly, clenching very hard, as if his fingers with thin calluses were about to sink into his body.
Then she closed her eyes slowly without blinking her eyelashes.
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Xiahou walked out of the courtyard by the lake and came to the embankment of the lake, with several willows in front of him.
The violent sea of runes has invaded his powerful body tens of thousands of times. Although it did not leave any injuries on his body, it cut his hair apart.
There are several stems of silver hair in the black, scattered behind his body, making him look like a devil on a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, but the torn clothes are left behind by the belt. The broken armor made this demon **** look so embarrassed.
Xiahou expressionlessly stretched out his hand to tear off the armor fragments around his waist, threw it under the willow tree like trash, and coughed as he looked at the night around Yanming Lake.
On a cold winter and snowy night, the temperature is so low that the lake ice is as solid as steel.
But it shouldn't make a martial arts pinnacle strong like steel in body and mind feel.
Xiahou accidentally had so many talismans in the courtyard by the lake, even the wind and snow couldn’t bear it. Suddenly, Ning Que’s ability on talismans was much stronger than the rumors. What surprised him most was that Ning Que was able to cast amulet at such a distance.
The accident made people wary. He knew that he had made a mistake, but now that he knew where the mistake was, he could correct it, so he didn't care about it, and he still silently looked around Winter Lake.
The Yanming Lake is full of white snow, but the night is too dark, there are no stars and no lights, so the world that should be clear is so dim, and the snow seems to have turned black.
The dark willows nearby and the reeds in the distance, whether it is the frozen lake or the hills around the lake, are all dark. No matter how keen the perception is, the naked eye can't see any picture.
Xiahou didn't know where Ning Que was at this time, only that he must be on the bank of Yanming Lake, but he didn't know whether it was the wooden bridge on the west bank, the snow forest on the east bank or the cliff on the south bank.
But he was certain that as long as Ning Que moved again, he would die.
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Ning Que stood on the cliff, holding an iron bow in his hand.
He raised the iron bow and slowly pulled the bowstring.
The bowstring vibrated slightly and was instantly covered by the wind and snow.
There was some snow on the dark iron bow, making it more and more cold.
The iron arrow with complicated lines on the string aimed at the night of Yanming Lake.
The night clouds cover the stars, and the four fields are pitch black.
No stars, no people.
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Xiahou couldn't see him, and Ning Que naturally couldn't see Xiahou.
This time is different from shooting Prince Longqing on the snow cliff of the wasteland last year.
At that time, the prince Longqing was at a critical moment of breaking the realm, and his cultivation realm flourished, like burning his life, like a golden flower about to bloom in the Ningque Sea of Consciousness, even if separated by ten The distance of a few miles clearly does not require aiming.
And Xiahou, as a pinnacle expert in martial arts with a stable realm, merged with the cold willow on the lakeshore at the touch of his mind. Even if Ning Que entered Zhiming, he could not determine the opponent's location.
In that case, where is the Yuan Thirteen Arrows in his hand going to shoot?
At this time.
Sangsang under the **** umbrella, closing his eyes tightly, frowned his thin brow into a small black flower, and said two numbers.
"Six three three three."
"Two one seven seven two."
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More than two years ago, in the depths of Minshan Mountain in spring, the Beishan Crossing struck south.
At that time, the forest was burning. When the third assassin slashed towards Ning Que, Sangsang hid under the **** umbrella, closed his eyes, and shouted out two words with all his strength.
More than two years later, on the edge of the ice lake cliff in the cold winter, the powerful enemy under Liuxia on the north shore stood silently.
At this moment, the snow was blowing on the cliff, and Sangsang called out two numbers again.
These numbers are a coordinate system that only Ning Que and Sangsang understand. For the past fifteen years, it is instinct to accompany them hunting in the Minshan Mountains and fighting for life before death.
Almost the same picture and the same scene two years ago, except that the numbers Sangsang shouted tonight are much more complicated, and the complexity of the numbers often represents the degree of accuracy.
The cold and dark clusters of arrows move slowly, looking for their targets in the night snow.
Then stop.
He loosened the tight bowstring.
The iron arrow left the string, disappeared in the turbulent hollow in front of the bow, and disappeared in the wind and snow.
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Xiahou firmly believes that if Ning Que makes another move, he will die.
Ning Que's shot is the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows.
The dark iron arrow disappeared in front of the cliff a moment ago.
The next moment he suddenly appeared in front of Xiahou.
The rune on the arrow is slightly bright, and the remaining snow flakes on it have not been blown away by the wind.
At this moment, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows seemed to break the constraints of distance and time.
No longer even being affected by the surrounding world.
The cluster of cold arrows pierced Xiahou's shirt.
The heaven and earth vitality layer on his body suddenly sank.
Xiahou felt something.
Reach out and hold it in the air.
He only had time to hold the middle of the arrow.
There are probably only so few people in the world who can hold Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows.
The iron arrow made a harsh rubbing sound in the iron palm.
Mars splashes all over, illuminating the willows by the lake.
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(Tomorrow and the leader’s two wedding anniversary, only write one chapter, starting from the day after tomorrow, two chapters a day, until the end of the month.)
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