Nightfall Chapter 101: Feast (again)

Long Qing’s confidence lies in the fact that he never fights alone. There are many people in his body. At this time there are also many people on the riverside. Those people are strong practitioners of Taoism and Dongzhang King Court, not ordinary cavalry, Ning Que Even if it is a real enemy of ten thousand people, it is impossible to completely ignore the attacks of these powerful men.

Ning Que also noticed that today's situation is a bit weird. Faced with their iron bows, none of the practitioners actually chose to retreat for a while, instead they feared death and attacked one after another.

The practitioner whose arm was cut off by him changed his hand and held the weapon and killed it again; the practitioner whose leg was cut off also jumped and continued to attack with their companions; the faces of those people were pale, every A lot of blood would be splashed in the first jump, and he would die at any time without caring, the picture was extremely scary.

The terrifying picture means the terrifying will to fight. Standing on the reef, Ning Que kept pulling the bow and pulling the strings, shooting enemies close to him one by one in the turbulent river. His expression remained unchanged, but his heart was so strong: how could it be so powerful, not even like a human will? Appeared on these people?

Suddenly, he noticed that the eyes of these cultivators had some problems. They were not like the black of ordinary people in the Central Plains, nor did they look like the brown that the barbarians often saw, but a very strange gray, and the dim ones were like the sky. Lead cloud.

More than two hundred strong practitioners rushed towards the river, surrounded and attacked. No matter how many injuries they received, their emotions were so calm, even a little numb, they couldn't see it in their gloomy eyes Any fear can only see the killing of human beings, and even the breath of self-destruction.

Looking at these hundreds of pairs of gray eyes, Ning Que felt that he was besieged by hundreds of hungry wild wolves. The air around him became a bit cold, and he became vigilant, and his hands gradually slowed down.

——Slowing down the action is not to slow down the attack, but to achieve the best effect with each attack. It is best to be able to cut the opponent directly in the waist or break the neck. If not, then be sure to cut off one of the opponent's feet to make it difficult for the opponent to move and reduce the attack density of the opponent's wolf pack.

Being so cautious is because of the sense of crisis that emerges deep in my heart. Dao swords and feather arrows were everywhere on the river at this time. The aura of heaven and earth was cut by hundreds of thought powers in chaos. No matter how fast his attack was, he had to pay a certain price every time, even if it was a ray of thought power or a bolt. The price of cold hair.

No matter how small the cost accumulates, it will also affect the outcome of the final battle, such as ant dens on a long embankment, such as iron spoons on solid cells, Ning Que must be cautious, not to mention these hungry wolves The gloomy eyes of the group of strong practitioners reminded him of the horror of Long Qing's practice. He will not forget that Long Qing has not taken a shot until now, and the opponent hidden in the forest must be waiting for the opportunity.

The river is still turbulent, the clouds and mist have disappeared without a trace. There is no blazing sun in the sky, only light rays of light, illuminating the fighting in the raging river on the cliffs and the azure sea of ​​kidneys under the cliff not far away.

Ning Que continued to walk towards the other side, and people kept falling before his iron bow, but the speed of falling was much slower than before, and his steps became heavier and heavier, like a solemn expression.

Long Qing is indeed looking for an opportunity, and he is sure that an opportunity will come—he and Ning Que know each other too well, and the tactics of conspiracy and trickery don’t make much sense, and the realm cultivation and even the ** are open in the sky. Under the sun, the so-called game can only be a bright game, so everything can be calculated.

Under the continuous attacks of hundreds of strong practitioners who are not afraid of life and death, no matter how vigorous Ning Que's mind is, it will inevitably be gradually consumed. No matter how cautious he is, holes will eventually be revealed.

The mottled shadows of trees scattered on Long Qing's face seemed to have added countless scars. He quietly and intently watched the battle scene in the river, watching Ning Que walk down the reef and walk towards him.

Ning Que's control of the string is still so stable, and his feet are so stable, but...too stable.

He raised his hand and waved the strings, and plunged into the water. The rhythm was unimaginable, but it was this absolutely precise rhythm that gave birth to a slightly harsh feeling.

At the beginning of the battle, Ning Que had shown the kind of ease that he had unknowingly been torn by blood and stumps. He could only control the whole battle with precision.

Want to control, that means he is almost out of control.

This is the opportunity Longqing has been waiting for.

Suddenly a cold, deadly yin breeze emerged in the mountain forest. More than a dozen birds flew around in alarm, yelling and barking, but failed to get past the forest tips. They were frozen by the yin wind and fell off.

A shallow layer of frost appeared on the ground, and the frost stretched to the outside of the forest until it reached the river bank, freezing the first few waves that came ashore, and then giving birth to a thousand layers of snow.

Long Qing's body image is ghostly, appearing on the turbulent river, in front of Ning Que, behind him are two traces like ruts, faintly printed on the frost.

The ice and snow vision on the banks of the forest is because he released all the aura of death without hesitation at this moment, exploding at an unimaginable speed, and directly culled in front of Ning Que.

At that time, Ning Que had just pulled the iron bow string and shot a strong Eastern Wilderness warrior in half. He had just raised his right foot and was about to step on the slightly wet reef in front.

He raises his hand and then makes a shot. There is a rhythm in the process, not broken by the terrifying sword wind on the river. As long as he maintains this rhythm, he can move forward without stopping.

Long Qing has the power to break his rhythm, and it is at the most critical point of his rhythm.

A lonely black peach blossom, with an indescribable meaning of death, was condescending and blasted towards Ning Que's front door!

Ning Que's left hand is holding the bow handle, and his right hand has just left the bowstring, in the follow-up action of the bird's tail.

Between the electric light and flint, Ning Que retracted his right hand, holding the lower end of the iron bow, holding the middle section of the iron bow with his left hand, pushing his hands forward, blocking the black peach blossom.

The whole action was completed in one go, as if Long Qing had been expected to appear at this moment.

But only he and Long Qing knew that it was not a matter of course that it was done in one go. His rhythm was broken, his thought power was consumed, and the right hand of the bird's tail wanted to support the mountain.

Long Qing stood on the rock, staring at him blankly, his feet steady as roots.

Ning Queduan was in the river, and his right foot hadn't landed on the reef.

The dark iron bow is against the dark peach blossom.

The rushing river was quiet for a moment at this moment.

Then, there was a loud bang!

The black reef at Long Qing's feet was broken into countless pieces.

The terrifying air waves surged in all directions.

A clear deep mark like a plow appeared on the river surface, which was the mark of the water surface being cut.

That was the mark left by both feet on the river when Ning Que was shaken off.

He fell across the river like a rock and hit the cliffs hard!

Smoke and dust filled the earth and the earth shook.

The river began to flow again, still as turbulent as before.

Long Qing stood in the river, with a lot of dust and river water on his black robe, his body was wet, his hair was scattered, his face was pale, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, he looked extremely embarrassed.

But his eyes are so bright, as bright as stars.

Because he looked at the cliff on the other side of the river, the smoke had collected, and a black hole appeared there.

No one knows how deep Ning Que was smashed into the cliff.

Long Qing knew that Ning Que was not dead, but he knew that he had won this head-on, no fancy, no skill at all, a pure contest of thought and realm.

This is important, so he smiled a little.

After a while, Ning Que's voice came from the cliff, which looked a little tired, but still stable.

"Use so many loyal subordinates to consume my mind, and then come sneak attack... It's too shameless, I see you smiling now, it seems you are still very proud?"

Ning Que walked out of the cliff and said, looking at Long Qing in the river.

His front breast was covered with blood, not from the iron bow, but from coughing up.

Long Qing looked at him and smiled.

Those strong practitioners like hungry wolves, without waiting for orders, stepped over his side and killed Ning Que on the other side.

The sound of killing on the river shook the sky again, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth was cut into countless fragments by swords, knives and arrows.

Long Qing will not give Ning Que any time or opportunity to meditate to restore his power of thought.

The sound of the iron bow overwhelmed the surging water again, and began to harvest life.

Everything seems to be the same as before.

But in fact everything is different.

Ning Que's movements are still stable, but even more blunt.

His expression is still calm, but there are emotions in his eyes that no one can understand.

Those who are strong in cultivation are obviously controlled by Long Qing’s secret method, or at least given some restrictions. After their eyes turn gray, although their strength has not been increased, their will has become extremely terrible, and they are really tied to death. The bad beat is played to its extreme, if it is not killed or beaten, it will cause Ning Que trouble.

Many people think that as long as the realm strength is high enough, they can kill all enemies in the world, but they have never thought that as long as they are so people, they will always be tired, and there will always be a moment of exhaustion.

Ning Que's thought power is gradually exhausted, not exhausted, but there are signs.

At the moment when the sign appeared, the breath of death reappeared on the banks of the Nu River again, and the hardy thick-skinned fish under the rocks in the water were frozen stiff, and Long Qing came to him again.

A black peach blossom is in full bloom, rushing towards the face.

Ning Que did not smell the faint fragrance of flowers, nor would he appreciate the beautiful black petals.

He stared at Long Qing, who was behind the black peach blossom, and was holding the right hand of the bird's tail. Instead of forcibly retracting to hold the iron bow, he took advantage of the trend and held the iron knife handle in the cold wind!

Choo!

The sharp iron knife came out of its sheath, and the cold wind on the shore stopped, and then tore!

He didn't even look at the black peach blossom that rushed to his face, he just stared at Long Qing behind the flower.

The iron sword is biting, crossing the black peach blossoms, and slashing towards Longqing's door!

He knows very well that if the situation is allowed to develop, he may be consumed alive. Even if he kills all of Long Qing's subordinates, it will be difficult for Long Qing to survive.

It's hard to live no matter how you look at it.

So, I have to die together.

He looked at Long Qing.

Send an invitation.

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(I still have it today. I write it slowly. I’m not sure when the next chapter will come out.) (To be continued.)