Nightfall Chapter 36: Meet the iron arrow and black flowers finally
Who is against yourself? Who dares to disadvantage yourself? Thinking of the conversation between Molingdu and Xian Zhilang, Ning Que's brows tightened, especially when Sangsang confirmed the realm of the black rider's cultivation.
In the back mountains of the academy, or in unknowable places like Zhishouguan and Xuankong Temple, the Dongxuan realm is naturally very ordinary. The practitioners Ningque contacted are mostly in the mindful state, but in fact it is for ordinary practitioners. In other words, it is very difficult to advance to the Cave Profound Realm. The masters of the Cave Profound Realm in ordinary sects, even if they are not the head, are necessarily extremely important figures, and it is impossible to have too many.
Today, more than a dozen black riders on the mountain road are all practitioners of the Profound Cavern realm, and even great masters on the peak of Profound Cavern. This surprised Ning Que, and he couldn't think of it. In this area, besides Lanke Temple, who else can have so many masters.
Of course, those black knights cannot be the monks of Lanke Temple, because they are wearing black robes, and because Ning Que has noticed some familiar killing aura from them, he confirmed that these black knights are soldiers, or at least Once lived in a military camp, is it a member of the Southern Jin military?
Ning Que's gaze fell on the black knights approaching at high speed through the window of the car, suddenly raised his brows, and said: "Not from the Southern Jin Dynasty, I smelled a very disgusting smell." /
Sangsang asked: "What taste?"
Ning Que said: "The unique smell of Xiling Temple, even if there is a lot of silence in the breath of these people, there is still no way to completely cover up this smell."
Confirming the possible origin of the enemy, he no longer had any hesitation, took the iron bow and talisman arrow from Sangsang, pushed the skylight on the top of the car, and stood up.
The autumn rain continued. Ning Que opened the skylight and stood up. The cold rain accompanied by the cold autumn wind hit his face, but he couldn't change the expression on his face.
He looked calm, hit the bow with an arrow, and then slowly pulled the bowstring.
The iron bow bends gradually. There was a creaking sound at the bow string connection, but the bow and string lines did not tremble.
The dark talisman arrow, containing powerful power, rested quietly between the bows. The clusters of arrows were pointed at the high-speed black riders on the mountain road, and seemed to be shot in the next moment.
The Thirteen Arrows of the Yuan Dynasty, created by combining the wisdom of the academy and the resources of the Datang Empire, are undoubtedly the most powerful long-range weapons that have appeared in the spiritual world in the past 100 years. To some extent. It has even surpassed the flying sword of the Great Practitioner of Fate Realm.
The magic weapon has its own soul. This iron bow rune arrow once shot Longqing and injured Ye Hongyu. The blood of Xiahou was still smeared, and the momentum was ready at this time, because the autumn rain around the carriage seemed to be a little bit afraid.
There is still a long distance between the temple and the black horse on the mountain road. Ning Que used talisman arrows to lock their breath in advance. As the masters of the cave profound realm, the black knights should have felt the crisis and had great fear and palpitations. However, it was the black knights who made Ning Que feel cold. It seems that there is no feeling at all, still maintaining the complete formation and the momentum of killing, the horses hoof flies, the mud on the mountain road is kicked like a flower. Layers of rain are constantly being broken, and only truly cold and confident people can do this.
The autumn rain gradually began to thicken, and the curtain of rain became thicker and thicker. They hit Ning Que's face one by one, and landed on the dark and sharp arrows, but they couldn't shake his stability like Gongshan.
After the sunroof was pushed open, Qiu Yu seeped into the car with the chill.
Ning Que before standing up. Kicked a quilt with his feet to cover Sangsang's body, but Sangsang saw that he hadn't shot the talisman for a long time. Knowing that something was wrong, he lifted the quilt and stood up.
Ning Que looked at her pale little face from the corner of her eyes, the haggard between her eyebrows and eyes. Slightly frowned and said, "Lie down and talk when you can't hold it."
He didn't say that this battle doesn't require you. Because he was faintly aware that today's battle will be very dangerous, and during the battle, any white lie will bring disaster to both of him.
Sangsang didn't listen to him, stood up with some difficulty, coughed softly, squeezed in from beside him, stood out of the skylight, and opened the **** umbrella with a bang.
If you really can't hold it, then you should open the **** umbrella.
The **** umbrella covered the autumn rain. Sangsang wiped the rain off Ning Que’s face with his sleeve. This is not the warmth from before the war, but she will not let the smallest factor affect Ning Que’s battle. .
The bean-like drops of water kept falling on the thick surface of the black umbrella, making a popping sound, and Ning Que's face was shrouded in the shadow of the umbrella, appearing more and more solemn and solemn.
A period of time has passed, and the dozen or so black riders have already galloped over the mountainside and will arrive at the temple in a moment, but Ning Que never shot the talisman arrow because he faintly felt that there was something wrong.
The opponent seems to be waiting for him to shoot an arrow.
The black riders on the mountain path are very powerful, but at this distance, even the masters of the cave profound realm cannot avoid the Yuan Thirteen Arrows.
Ning Que has absolute confidence in this, so after Sangsang confirmed the realm of these enemies before, he did not fear at all, and as a member of the academy into the world, no matter how self-sufficient he is, he also knows who dares to kill. One's own people must have a full understanding of their own fighting methods and styles in advance.
In other words, the black riders on the mountain road know very well that as long as they shoot their arrows, they will die, but they seem to be fearless, so this can only show that these black riders are dying.
How difficult it is to cultivate to the Cave Profound Realm. Apart from faith and love, what else is worth going to die? Ning Que thought silently, he only knew that these enemies were willing to pay such a terrible price, and they must conceal the more terrible real killing.
Sangsang held the **** umbrella in his little hand, suddenly frowned, and said, "Someone is coming again."
Ning Que looked at the black rider approaching on the mountain road and said, "Find him."
Sangsang held the umbrella handle and trembled slightly, frowned in pain, and whispered: "I can't be sure."
Ning Que narrowed his eyes slightly, and a drop of rainwater on his cheek slipped down.
Even if it is covered by autumn rain, no matter how clever the body is, it can't but can avoid Sangsang's perception. Sangsang said he couldn't be sure, so only one thing was explained.
The real enemy in the dark is at least a master practitioner who knows his fate!
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The black horse is approaching, and the sound of horseshoes like a rainstorm has truly entered the ears of Ning Que and Sangsang for the first time. The **** horse no longer neighs, but just stares coldly at the vigorous postures of the same kind. There was a strong sense of war and manic destruction in the sullen eyes.
Already able to faintly see the faces of those immediately, but Ning Que did not become restless like the **** horse, still maintaining a terrible calmness, and the talisman arrow on the iron bow still did not shoot out.
The strong man in the Zhiming Realm hidden in the autumn rain definitely hopes that he can shoot all the iron arrows in the box, even if it is not so, when he puts his spirit on shooting those black knights, the Zhiming Realm The strong. You can find a chance to kill with one blow. If he concentrates on dealing with that fateful man. It was impossible to stop those black riders from coming to the temple, and by then, the powerful power of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows would be greatly reduced.
In the case of close combat. Fighting alone against more than a dozen masters of the cave profound realm, and a strong fate realm, Ning Que didn't have much confidence. In other words, there is no confidence.
The rain kept hitting the **** umbrella, making a muffled sound, gradually mixing with the dense horseshoes not far away, bringing a strange and tense atmosphere to the ruined temple.
Sangsang's hand holding the handle of the **** umbrella became harder and harder until she trembled, and then coughed in pain. Her small black face became paler, and the corners of her lips dripped with blood.
Ning Que's heart abruptly, but said nothing. Did not stop her.
Sangsang's eyes, like colored glaze, suddenly shone a pure light like lightning.
Then she closed her eyes tightly and said two extremely complicated numbers.
Ning Que suddenly turned around.
A cluster of dark, sharp arrows threw a rain line in the air.
The middle and index fingers on the iron bow string loosen.
Turning around and shooting arrows, the whole movement is extremely natural and smooth.
Iron arrow. He aimed at the depths of the Red Lotus Temple behind the carriage.
There are several trees there, all of which are maple trees.
The arrow point is one of them.
Frost leaves are red in blood.
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The Thirteen Arrows of Yuan Dynasty reappeared in the world.
This time there was no thunder and violent sound. Instead, sneaking into the autumn rain with the wind, quietly.
From the skylight of the black carriage. The maple tree in the ruins of the temple is about several tens of feet away.
In the air of tens of feet, there appeared a channel that absolutely rejected the vitality of the rest of the world, that is, the arrow path.
There are a few drops of rain, fortunately or unfortunately, not being shaken by the breath of heaven and earth carried by the talisman arrow, and staying in the space of the invisible arrow path, there is a lonely orphan with Joseph trembling suspended.
These drops of autumn rain have not been crushed, or even seem to have not been physically penetrated.
Because the rune arrows leaving the iron bow are no longer in substance.
But the iron arrow is still there.
When it hits the target.
In a short while, using any time quantifier to describe it was too slow, and after the light was over, the iron arrow hit the maple tree that was spreading red leaves in the autumn rain.
The maple tree was not broken, and the red leaves floating away from the top were not knocked down by arrows, but by rain.
Because a black peach blossom grew on the maple tree.
The iron arrow just shot on the black peach blossom.
The peach blossom is pure black, but it seems black to reflect light, and the black gives a gorgeous feeling.
It seems to be late at night in the Far North Wilderness, and occasionally I can see the extremely beautiful and inhuman luster.
But after watching for a long time, you will find that the black on that peach blossom is just simple black.
The purest black.
It is the night itself.
It is the black abyss under the night.
Black is swallowed.
This black peach flower seems to be able to swallow everything in the world.
The iron arrow with its terrifying power just disappeared silently into the black peach blossom.
Like sinking into a bottomless black mud.
No trace will be found anymore.
Looking at that black peach blossom, watching his most powerful attack, annihilated so lightly, Ning Que's eyes didn't show the slightest fear, instead they became brighter.
The moment his eyes started to brighten.
The second iron arrow has left the bowstring.
Shoot again at the black peach blossom on the maple tree.
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(This is the third chapter, there will be a fourth chapter, the speed will be slower, I can write it before 3:40.)
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