Nightfall Chapter 289: The general’s first battle is whiteheaded

The battle of Winter Lake began with the talisman’s storm, followed by the roar of arrows and the crackling of the snow lake, and then the confrontation between the open spear and the dark sword. The open spear is easy to hide, only Ning Que can hide. The Dark Sword is hard to prevent, and Xiahou couldn't prevent it after all.

Xiahou clutched his abdomen, blood wandering from his fingers, he felt the pain in his abdomen and the terrifying sword intent that was still invading, his face was extremely ugly.

Since it's not a sword or a sword, he can easily guess that this road is like a river hanging down from the sky, and it is impossible to seriously hurt his sword intent, naturally from the sword sage Liu Bai.

Looking at Ning Que on the snow lake in the distance, Xiahou looked weird. Ning Que's realm is indeed not high, but he possesses the aura of Ke Haoran. He has learned Yan Se's talisman and the arrow of the academy. Inherited Liansheng's consciousness, and even now has Liu Bai's sword intent!

A cultivator is capable of so many methods, and these methods are at the highest level in the world, whether they are good or bad, which is really a rare phenomenon in the world.

"School...Teacher...Ke Haoran...Yan Se...Now there is another Liu Bai. How many secrets are still hidden in your body, and how many people are still hiding intent to kill?"

Xiahou laughed wildly like crazy: "Do all the quiet people want me to die?"

Ning Que looked at him in the distance and said: "Everyone wants you to die, then you deserve to die."

"Idiot Diao would think so!"

Xiahou laughed suddenly, with no emotional fluctuations on his face, and said indifferently: "No one is qualified to judge whether I deserve to die, you can't, and those guys can't... Even if everyone says I deserve to die, as long as Hao God is willing to keep me alive, then I will never die."

Ning Que frowned. He didn't know that in the spring two years ago, before the **** battle of Chunfeng Pavilion, Chao Xiaoshu once said something similar to someone in the Red Sleeve Trick. He only knew that Xiahou at this time had become somewhat Different.

Xiahou took a deep breath.

An extremely cold breath... Released from his body, and then quickly gathered under his skin. The snow on the lake seemed to sense the horror of this breath... and spread timidly around.

Several snow lines appear on the lake surface layer by layer, like freezing waves.

The long black hair left the **** shoulders and fluttered in the night breeze. I caught the white hair among my friends and shook it with the wind... and immediately dyed all the black hair around it with frost.

Immediately afterwards, Xiahou's cheeks sank slightly, and he quickly lost weight, but the aura exuding from him did not weaken at all, but seemed to grow stronger.

In the hissing sound, the broken clothes on his body shattered into fragments, spraying around like snowflakes... revealing his powerful body, standing on the snow lake like an iron man.

At this moment, a very strange picture happened.

**'s bronze body has more than hundreds of wounds. These wounds close at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there is an invisible force...forcibly suppressing all the wounds.

An extremely vivid breath of life instantly filled Xiahou’s gradually adjusted Zhen Qi pond, repairing the already battered meridians and crystal walls intact... the meridians are even thicker than before, with him His breath expanded and contracted slightly... as if he had his own life.

Since ancient times, the famous general is like a beauty, and white heads are not allowed to be seen in the world. Tonight Xiahou white heads between breaths and breaths, the snow and the ice on the lake, began to fear and uneasy.

The black hair represents health and vitality. It instantly turns white. The vitality that was originally attached to it disappears. Xiahou's cheeks suddenly become thin. Where is the flesh and blood?

Ning Que looked at the distance cautiously. Because the night was too dark, he could only vaguely see Xiahou's white head, but he couldn't see more details, and he didn't know what happened to Xiahou.

Several fragments of consciousness in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness shone slightly. For some reason, he knew that this was Yihe Demon Sect’s life-burning tactics, and the flesh and blood and health that Xiahou lost instantly were used by this person. That peace battle method transformed into fresh vitality and majestic innocence.

The reason why Mingzong is called the Demon Sect is extremely cruel and harsh in the eyes of the world. In addition to the cruel selection of materials, it is more that there are countless evil and sordid exercises in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, such as Liansheng It’s so cruel that you need to swallow the practitioners alive.

Xiahou was seriously injured at this time, especially the sword injury on his abdomen. At this moment of life and death, he would use the evil techniques of Demon Sect, and Ning Que would not be surprised.

This and the life-burning tactics will inevitably cause extremely terrifying damage to the practitioners themselves. Xiahou fights with his head tonight, so even if he can win, he will not live for several years.

Ning Que knew this very well, and even more clearly how terrifying the demon sect's powerful strike would be, but he was not prepared to give in, because he wanted Xiahou to die tonight, so he didn’t want him to see Yanming Lake again. Morning light.

There was a sudden violent blast on the snow lake.

The air broke apart, and the lines of snow were blown into powder by the air waves. Xiahou, who was originally standing here, instantly passed through the powdery snow on the lake and swept into the night sky in front of Ning Que with a loud shout. Like thunder, holding the gun in both hands was like holding an iron rod, and slammed into the ground unreasonably!

The cold wind roared, the snow on the lake rolled rustling, and the lake water in the open hole rolled in horror.

Ning Que stomped heavily on the trembling ice surface, and his body suddenly shook, holding a knife in both hands... Leaping into the night sky above his head, he slashed towards the god-like man today!

Xiahou's face was expressionless, his feet stepped on snowflakes, and the iron gun was smashed horizontally.

This iron gun contains the infinite power he earned at the cost of burning his life. Where can Ning Que resist it, he only heard a loud bang, and he jumped into the night at a faster speed. Fall to the snow lake!

The iron spear is no longer flying between the night clouds and the cliffs, but is held tightly in the hands of iron. In perhaps the last battle of his life, Xiahou, a strong man who betrayed the Demon Sect for decades, finally returned In the original world, the power is endless, showing the demeanor of the authentic demon.

Xiahou at this time is like a mountain falling from the sky.

Ning Que is like a gravel under a mountain, which can only be crushed into powder.

Xiahou yelled and kicked Yeyun, then raised his gun and hit!

Ning Que struggled with the knife and then blocked it.

The air waves splash everywhere.

Ning Que's falling speed has become faster. If Qian falls on the ice like this, even if he can avoid Xiahou's next iron spear, he will be shaken to death alive!

However, I don't know if it was lucky, or he made calculations in advance before jumping into the air. The place where he fell happened to be in the lotus field. There were dozens of holes in the lotus field that were previously blasted by small iron pots.

In the dark cave, the lake water was shaking uneasily with a thin film of new ice floating on it.

With a thud, Ning Que was smashed into the cold lake water and splashed with waves.

A storm struck, Xiahou did not hesitate and fell into the lake with an iron gun in his hand.

The snow flying around slowly fell, and the Yanming Lake under the night became quiet, and there was no more thunderous clashes of swords and guns, and there were no two figures who gave up their lives, Lian. The soft sound of the lake water came from those holes in the fields, as if it had become colder than before.

Sangsang, on the cliff on the southern shore of the lake, crawled out from under the **** umbrella with difficulty, looking at the lonely and terrible Winter Lake, with blood on his pale face, and the deepest fear and worry.

Chen Pipi, Tang Xiaotang, and Ye Hongyu by the wooden bridge looked at the secluded lake. No one spoke, their breathing was like winter reeds by the bridge, shaking occasionally and long silence.

In the palace, the emperor's majesty held his wife expressionlessly, Li Qingshan and Huang Yang stood in the pavilion, Huang Yang's right hand gently left Gu Zhongzhong and was silent in the snow.

In front of the snow bridge, Xu Shiyin's white eyebrows were fluttering in the night breeze. The second senior who was sitting cross-legged in the snow on the bridge still bowed his head, unable to see the expression on his face.

In the winter forest, the mute monk whose nirvana was covered with snow was naturally silent, but the sound of cicadas that had been lingering in the forest seemed to have become smaller than before.

On the city wall, Big Brother and Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake and remained silent. The snow on the wall in front of the two of them had scattered to the houses under the city wall.

The whole city of Chang'an was silent.

People in this city know that Xiahou and Ning Que are chasing or fighting in the cold water under the ice of the snow lake at this time, but no one can know what is happening there.

I don't know how long it has been before, a sound rang from the snow lake.

This sound is like an old wooden door being slowly opened, and it's like a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground, a very soft squeak, but it broke the silence of the entire Chang'an city .

A bulge appeared on the snow lake.

Then the creaking became a loud bang.

The ice surface of Yanming Lake arches from time to time and then falls. It seems that an invisible giant hand is constantly tapping from the lake below, trying to smash the ice through.

The extremely thick layer of ice was shaken up by a huge force like a wound, and rolled onto the ice next to it. The lake water kept rolling and making a tsunami-like sound.

The previously secluded Snow Lake suddenly became extremely terrifying, overwhelming and stormy!

A black shadow swiftly shot out from the crack in the ice, but fell heavily into the snow.

That was Ning Que. His black uniform was already drenched, and he was torn to barely cover his body. His naked body was covered with mottled blood that could not be washed away by the lake.

He didn't pause for a moment, and sprinted towards the cliff.

In a moment, the surface of the black courtyard clothes began to freeze, but compared with the dark and cold world at the bottom of the lake, the snow lake seemed to be the garden of Haotian.

In the runaway run, Ning Que remembered that friend who had returned to Haotian’s arms ahead of time. He thought that Xiao Heizi, your intelligence really couldn’t be trusted. Xiahou was not afraid of water at all. That was right, even if he didn’t. Can swim, but how can a martial arts peak expert be drowned in water?

At this moment, a loud noise rang behind him, and the thick ice on the lake surface was lifted directly, the cold lake water overflowed on the lake surface, and the huge waves were like snow to flood the entire world.

In the terrifying snow wave, a powerful figure of Xiahouru the monster in the sea appeared. He stepped on the cold lake water, swept more than ten feet, and hit Ning Que's back with a shot!

(Don’t shout, I’m continuing to write desperately, there should be the next chapter soon.) To be continued.

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