Nightfall Chapter 118: A sword (top)
The drunkard's face is pale, with a hint of regret.
The previous evasion of thousands of miles, he consumed a lot of thought power, but he did not expect that the opponent used only an ordinary feather arrow-although at least more than a hundred miles away, he can shoot a feather arrow so far, so Accuracy is already beyond normal logic and extremely terrifying, but that, after all, is an ordinary arrow.
He fears the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, and avoids the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. If he knew it was just an ordinary feather arrow, why would he need to be so careful? You can break it with a wave.
Sangsang looked at him quietly, without showing any sarcasm, and said two other numbers.
This time the numbers are new numbers.
With a buzzing sound, a feather arrow came through the night sky and pierced the drunkard’s throat.
This arrow came faster than the previous arrow—because the arrow shooter is closer to the town. Between the two arrows, it was just an instant of breathing time, and the man rushed out a long distance.
He is only fifty miles away from the town.
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The thunderous sound, from dozens of miles away, directly spread to the town. If you didn’t know it, it was a person running too fast, and the loud noise made by hitting the air would definitely think that here just now The stopped rainstorm moved dozens of miles away, and it was still a thunderstorm.
In the faintly lit calligraphy and painting shop in the small town, looking at Xiaoshu calmly, as if thinking nothing, Zhang San and Li Si looked at each other and saw the anxiety in each other's eyes, but they didn't know what to do.
The big dark horse hidden in the night, heard the rumbling sound. Becoming a little agitated, he raised his hoof several times, and wanted to run out of town to respond, but stopped, because it found that the speed of the incoming person was faster than itself!
The arrow has arrived before the person has arrived, and the arrow has arrived first.
The thunder blasted, covering up the sound of arrows breaking through the air.
With a very slight sneer, a feather arrow pierced the drunkard’s throat.
This time, the alcoholic saw it really. Flick the sleeves lightly. He rolled towards the feather arrow with a soft whistle, and a crack was torn on the wide sleeve of the cyan scribe's gown, and the feather arrow did not know where it flew.
The power from Feather Arrow. He judged. Ning Que is very close to the town. But a few miles, but before he had time to react, the third arrow came again!
This feather arrow is not faster than the first two arrows. It can be seen more clearly, but the clarity of the picture itself seems to have a sense of quality. The rotating arrow cluster seems to tear everything you encounter, and the trajectory is extremely smart!
The drunkard's left hand sticks out his fingers from his sleeve and flicks, a clear light cloths him.
There was a muffled sound.
The feather arrow fell in front of him and fell into the sewage on the ground, like a killed swan. It was no longer as agile as before. It lost all its life and became extremely rigid.
The drinker's eyebrows are slightly raised, and he feels the extraordinaryness of this feather arrow.
Ning Que finally appeared.
He is standing on the long street of the town.
There was blood everywhere on his body, clotted blood, wounds re-ruptured by running, new blood shed, old blood and new blood mixed together, plus the dust of eight thousand miles, it looked very dirty. It was like a poor beggar who had been beaten up by his companions for countless times, like Long Qing in those days.
He rushed from thousands of miles away. He didn't sleep for two days and one night, didn't adjust his breath, and ignored his injuries. He was already on the verge of collapse. However, he held an iron bow and watched the alcoholic, but he had a kind of unshakable Minshan. feel!
Looking at Ning Que like this, looking at the iron arrow on the iron bow, the drinker's expression gradually became drunk, and his face became a little pale. With a clear roar, his figure suddenly disappeared and went hundreds of miles away.
The next moment he returned from a hundred miles away, appeared in front of Sangsang, and pointed at her forehead.
The green lion who has been guarding Sangsang's side, his mane scattered like arrows, an extremely wild lion roar, resounding between the world, and the tiles flying in the dead town!
A clear light spreads around the drinker's body, and his fingers pass through the clear light, holding the boundless vitality of the world, and crushing countless arrow-like temples and tiles, reaching the top of the lion's head with extreme precision.
The green lion roars wildly, and I don't know how many Buddha's breath condenses from the lips to the vajra killing intent, but just like those temples and tiles, they can't stop the alcoholic finger!
With a cry of anger, the Lioness spattered blood and retreated.
Sangsang flipped his wrist, the abacus split instantly, dozens of abacus beads flew through the air, all of them passed through the clear light, and landed on the chest of the alcoholic, making a series of dense pops.
The drunkard’s lips are bleeding, but his feet are still like electricity, and he continues to point her eyebrows with one finger, determined to kill her, and even the charms written in beads begin to spread the meaning of the charms, he ignored it!
The finger has not arrived, the finger has arrived, it is hard to imagine the amount of heaven and earth vitality, following the drunkard’s finger, stab...No, it should be blasted to Sangsang’s eyebrows!
This time, he actually abandoned the sword in the pot!
Sangsang's face became extremely pale. If she had faced such a desperate attack before, she only needed to look at it to deal with it, but now, she needs help from others.
The blood, flowing from the corner of her eyes, looked terrible.
The drunkard continues to move forward, and in an instant, he can destroy the sangsang under his finger.
Unfortunately, he was still missing after all.
Because Ning Que's arrow arrived, this time, it was not an ordinary feather arrow, but an iron arrow.
The alcoholic retreats, retreats rapidly, and it takes hundreds of miles to retreat.
Then he came back.
He looked at the wound left by the iron arrow on his left shoulder, watched the blood dripping to the ground and immersed in the sewage, was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Ning who was already standing beside Sangsang. lack.
He is at this end of the street, tens of meters away from the ruins of the wine shop, and very close to the calligraphy and painting shop.
At that moment, he was determined to kill Sangsang because Ning Que's iron arrow was very troublesome. Now he has not succeeded, and there is no anxious expression because he must be calm.
Only in absolute peace can Ning Que's iron arrows be avoided.
He reached out and dusted his right shoulder, as if dusted, and dusted the blood to the ground.
Ning Que's iron arrow arrives again.
When the iron arrow did not leave the string, the alcoholic had already sensed the movement of Ning Que's fingers the next moment, and he moved ahead of time.
There was a muffled buzz.
A clear arrow appeared on the long street, the newly condensed water vapor, in the long street full of breeze after the rain, it was not clear to see, reflecting the glimmer of the calligraphy and painting shop, giving people a kind of Weird feeling.
The alcoholic returned to the street, untied the hip flask from his waist, handed it to his lips and drank several swigs, regardless of the syrup dripping all over his body, then he quietly looked at Ning Que and slowly drew a sharp from the flask Sword.
The iron arrow arrives again.
He avoids again.
He comes back again.
He looked at the quiver behind Ning Que and asked a very important question.
"How many iron arrows do you have?"
Ning Que didn't answer his question, his face covered with dirt and blood was calm and amazing.
This is not Chang'an City, he can't borrow the majestic power of the shocking spirit, and Sangsang can't give him endless Haotian divine support like he did in the past.
There is no teacher’s legacy, and Haotian’s enlightenment, only oneself.
The alcoholic didn't expect to hear the answer. He knew that Ning Que had only one iron arrow left and victory was in sight.
The most important thing is that he has confirmed that Ning Que's arrow cannot hit him at all.
Ning Que continued to shoot arrows, ordinary feather arrows.
In the small town, there was a stern sound of feather arrows breaking through the air. The sound of arrows was so dense that there was no cut-off point.
Swish swish!
Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!
Puff puff puff!
The feather arrow leaves the bowstring and shoots at the alcoholic with terrifying speed, tearing the air, tearing through the night, countless arrow shadows, and even illuminating the dim town.
In the arrow wind and arrow, the alcoholic figure is like a charm, and his sleeves are like a dance.
No matter how fast Ning Que's arrow is, no matter how accurate it is, it just won't hit him.
Because he was really fast.
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The streets are quiet.
There are arrows everywhere.
In the broken eaves of the pawnshop, arrows are stuck diagonally.
In the stone steps of Midian, arrows are deeply inserted.
On the bluestone slab, a feather arrow shot a cobweb-like crack.
Being able to shoot into a hard rock, one can imagine how overbearing Ning Que's arrow path is now.
This kind of arrow technique still didn't shoot the alcoholic to death.
Ning Que maintained the bow posture, silently aiming at the alcoholic, without loosening the string, his arms trembled slightly because of the previous serial shooting.
In the quiver behind him, there are only a few ordinary feather arrows and one iron arrow.
The alcoholic looked at him blankly and said: "If you have the ability, you will shoot me."
Ning Que didn't speak, because he really couldn't shoot him.
Because of his silence, the alcoholic laughed, with a lot of mockery and disdain in his smile: "You shoot."
Ning Que did not shoot, nor did he put down the iron bow.
He is waiting.
He was waiting for the moment when the alcoholic couldn't go back and forth.
The alcoholic stood in front of the calligraphy and painting shop, the dim light in the shop, through the window paper, fell on his face, a little mottled, looking like leaves that had not left the tops in autumn, but were soaked by autumn rain for several days.
Suddenly, a powerful formation came out of the mottled light and shadow on his face.
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