Nightfall Chapter 102: Feast (Part 2)

If you can’t live together, you have to die together. In addition to describing lovers who live and die, they are sometimes used to describe enemies who don’t share the same sky. However, at that time, they will generally change the term to say you die and live—and in fact, when Killing red eyes, when it comes to the life-and-death stage, they often end up together.

Ning Que ignored the black peach blossom that blasted towards his front door, and slashed directly at Long Qing’s front door, sending out an invitation to die together, but he didn’t really want to die with the other party, but firmly believed that Long Qing didn’t. If he is willing to die with him, he must avoid it, and then he can turn the whole battle around.

He is very confident about this, because he was born in the grassroots, and has struggled between life and death since he was a child. He understands better than anyone the truth that only one is not afraid of death, but Long Qing was born noble, and he finally reached life again. Pinnacle, how can you give up everything in such a short time?

Even if Long Qing understood a lot of truth in the process of rising from the abyss, and had a new understanding of death and loss, he should also be clear that when it comes to physical strength, few people in this world can compare to Ning Que Stronger, this kind of brutal mutual killing, he can't take any advantage, then he should also retreat.

No matter what you think, Long Qing should retire, and should choose to avoid his iron knives.

Ning Que thinks so.

So when the faint black peach blossom was unaffected, it broke through the wind firmly and surely, mixed with the breath of endless heaven and earth, and hit his chest, he was puzzled.

Severe pain came from his chest, spreading to the surroundings, as if to tear all the strength, directly breaking his ribs. The blood kept pouring out, and the world in front of him became a blood-red piece.

At the last moment when he could avoid the death of the same, Long Qing, who had the initiative, did not choose to evade, but continued to attack in silence, but for some reason the spades fell on Ning Que's chest.

With a loud bang, Ning Que's black uniform was torn into countless pieces, blood sputtered violently, and his lips, nostrils, eyes and ears were bleeding continuously.

At the same time, Ning Que's iron knife also fell.

Unbiased. Slashed heavily on Long Qing's forehead!

An extremely terrifying muffled noise!

He is not wearing a silver mask. But his face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask, and he was constantly resisting the cutting of the blade. An extremely stern voice suddenly sounded!

Long Qing's face instantly paled. Eyebrows twisted. It seemed extremely painful.

A scream came out from between his thin lips!

He called the boundless breath of heaven and earth. Through the black peach blossom, it blasted towards Ning Que's chest and abdomen!

Ning Que has become a blood man, his eyes stained red, but he is still so calm.

He endured pain that ordinary people could not bear. All the power of the whole body is pressed on the iron knife!

The sharp blade made another point towards Long Qing's face, and a blood shed!

Long Qing's howling became more stern, like howling a wolf on the wasteland, and like a kind of wailing.

His eyes became extremely gray, his eyebrows fluttered with the wind, and his face seemed to be undergoing a certain change in the violent breath, he was about to become another person!

Ning Que felt the unprecedented crisis, but remained silent and continued to drop the knife.

Long Qing's scream continues, his face is constantly changing, as if he can become countless individuals at any time!

As he changed, a terrifying force covered his face and blocked the iron sword alive!

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A black peach flower fell, and a black iron knife fell. Although there was no immediate view of life and death, they all stood on the edge of the cliff. This process seems to be very long, but in fact it is very short-the practitioners on both sides of the Nu River There is no time to help Longqing, the two have been divided, the battle has been divided, and the outcome is naturally divided.

A deafening sound rang, and the river flew toward the sky like an inverted waterfall, shaking up several hundred-foot-high curtains of water. The mossy stones in the water rolled and collided, and then shattered.

An extremely deep pit appeared on the left bank of the river beach. Ning Que fell to the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, not knowing how many bones were broken. Long Qing stood outside the pit with a solemn expression and blood, like a demon.

"Do you think I am afraid of death?"

Long Qing didn't have any expression on his face. After saying this, his face suddenly showed a trace of pain, bent down and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, then stood up straight again and asked again: "Do you think I am afraid of death?"

"Betrayal of my faith, life is better than death. I have countless thoughts in my body, struggling and conflicting with each other. I live better than death every day. You think...I'm afraid of death!"

He shouted angrily at Ning Que, as if venting something.

"But you are still afraid of death."

Ning Que supported the edge of the pit, stood up, looked at him and said, after suffering such a serious injury, he still didn't fall down. It has nothing to do with the realm strength, just the tone.

As Long Qing said, his awe-inspiring breath has already turned into the pleasant wind in Qinghe County, but the breath is still there.

Long Qing did not expect that he could stand up and said, "I admire it."

At this time, there were dozens of strong practitioners on the riverside. They did not die under the iron bow and still had combat effectiveness. During the brief conversation between the two, they all rushed over and raised their swords to attack Ning. lack.

Today's battle seems to be between Ning Que and Long Qing. In fact, those practitioners whose realm is far inferior to his two have played a very important role in it. The so-called bone-attached maggots are just like this.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on his face. As the palm of his hand fell, he swept across his chest and abdomen, dipped in more blood, then stretched out in front of him and spread his five fingers.

The blood water followed the movement of his fingers and turned into countless tiny drops of blood, floating around.

The river breeze was blowing, and he wrote in the wind with blood.

His face was suddenly pale, even the blood could not cover it.

Countless violent and sharp amulets instantly enveloped the entire river beach.

The practitioners who swept around him screamed in pain and anger and unwillingly, just like a war horse stopped by a tripping line, with broken legs and arms, and they fell to the ground.

The howl of pain is mixed with the sound of the river, which is particularly harsh.

Long Qing's expression remained unchanged. Reaching out in the air, a Taoist sword in the hands of a Taoist priest who fell dead in the river was called and turned into a clear light before him, cutting off the last talisman that quietly struck.

The sneak attack failed, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, and looked at him quietly and said: "Look, I can fight again."

Long Qing stretched out his right hand, stretched out in the river breeze, and said, "Please."

The angry river suddenly became quiet.

Because there are angry runes and sword lights everywhere on the river beach.

I don’t know how long it took.

Ning Que's character is finished.

In front of Long Qing. Scattered more than a hundred swords with broken handles.

Two people face each other far away. He was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he was very tired.

There is rarely such a scene in the battle of the spiritual world, and the realm strength of two people is so close. Know each other this way. So much so that I can only fight hard. Until the end, all the oil ran out.

The real oil is exhausted.

Long silence.

The river is rushing, singing a song that I don't know what it means.

"Can still fight?"

Long Qing asked, his voice hoarse to the extreme.

Ning Que was silent. Look down at the pool of blood under your feet.

"It has always been said that your thought power is more powerful than Liu Bai's. I have not believed it, but today I believe it. I have arranged for so long and died so many subordinates to exhaust you."

Long Qing said with a smile, "But... after all, it's exhausted, isn't it?"

Ning Que raised his head, looked at him and said, "How about your thought power? Can you still have it?"

Long Qing was seen through by him, but his expression remained unchanged, and he said, "If you failed to kill me with the knife before, you lost."

Ning Que laughed suddenly.

This is the first time he laughed since the battle began.

"That just means you have a thicker skin."

Long Qing said calmly: "This is also an advantage."

"The problem is, now that we don’t have the power of mind, why do you think you can beat me? You know that when I could not practice, I was already very good at killing people."

Ning Que untied the iron bow, looked at him and said, "When you just took my knife, the ankle bones were already broken into scum, so you can only stand in place, so how can you hide now? "

After saying this, he bent his bow and set an arrow, ready to shoot people.

At this moment, his mind is exhausted and he can't shoot Yuan Thirteen Arrows, but he can still shoot arrows.

Just like what he said, when he was the thirteenth master of the academy, he could kill with his fingers. When he was a frontier soldier in Weicheng, he was also very good at killing and killing people. He has never had anything to do with mind.

At this time, there is only a few tens of feet between him and Long Qing, and there is no barrier between them. Long Qing's ankle was broken, and he had stood there for a long time. How could he avoid Ning Que's iron arrow?

If this is the game of Longqing, Ning Que is the breaker.

His method of breaking the game is to go down the river and follow Long Qing's method to achieve his goal.

From the very beginning, he knew what Long Qing wanted to do. He was very cooperative, took risks, was injured, and kept cooperating to let the battle go to the final stage. Both sides were exhausted and turned into Ordinary people.

In the time of ordinary people, Long Qing was the prince of Yan Kingdom, and he?

He is the woodcutter of Subbi Lake.

Looking at the iron bow in Ning Que's hand, Long Qing squinted slightly and his emotions became extremely complicated.

Ning Que was calm, ready to draw his bow.

He thinks it’s really good to pull the word.

The battle between him and Long Qing started from that banquet and has lasted for several years until today. He has won the final victory in several contests, but he knows that this is not a natural thing, not to say that he Born to be stronger than Long Qing, the opponent's nemesis, but because of chance or providence.

After Long Qing was defeated by him, many people in the world began to despise Long Qing, but he did not, even if he seemed to care about the other side, in fact, he cares about this person because he has already won. He didn't want to lose to the other side anymore, because he knew that Long Qing was strong and everything was strong.

Of all the enemies in his life, the one he valued most was Long Qing. When he discovered the other party's whereabouts in the Red Lotus Temple, he didn't hesitate to shoot seven arrows. This was a treatment no one had ever had.

Many years ago, the real grievance between them started with the iron arrow on the snow cliff, and many years later, he was going to end it with this iron arrow on the river.

Long Qing suddenly laughed.

It wasn't until then that Ning Que could really see clearly. The complex emotions in Long Qing's eyes are nothing but a combination of joking, mocking, contempt, sympathy and a little confusion.

A person whose mind is exhausted, unable to move, and can only wait to be shot to death by an arrow, will not have such an emotion. This emotion has always belonged to the winner.

Those emotions disappear without a trace in the next moment.

Because emotions have colors, and Long Qing’s eyes have no color, no black, no white, and no light. There is no sin. It's just a piece of gray.

It's like the sky of Chengjing City where every family burns coal in winter.

It's like a roll that gets wet with water and can't be dried anymore.

Chaotic, gloomy, evil, terrifying.

His right hand hangs beside him.

Several Taoist priests are on the beach facing the right hand. Dying. Will die.

Suddenly. The facial features of these priests twisted in pain.

Long Qing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking very intoxicated.

When he opened his eyes. There seemed to be a lot of souls in the gray eyes.

He watched Ning Que wave his hand.

Countless grains of sand on the river beach broke into the wind and sneered like a ten thousand arrow.

Papa, pop, intensive knocking sounds, countless blood holes appeared in Ning Que's body!

The iron arrow fell at his feet.

He could no longer stand, and fell on one knee.

"Your biggest mistake is being too confident."

"Do you really think you have the most thought power in the world?"

"It used to be, but after I practiced Gray Eyes, it is no longer."

"I have thousands of incarnations and countless thoughts. How can you be my opponent?"

Long Qing walked towards him, the broken ankle bone seemed to have healed.

Behind him, countless fuzzy faces appeared vaguely.

He walked to Ning Que, spread his hands, pointed at the seriously injured practitioners or corpses everywhere on the river beach, and said, "As long as I want, I can get the power of mind at any time."

"I brought them to kill you, first to consume your mind power, but also to replenish yourself at the last moment. They are my food and could have been yours."

Long Qing looked at Ning Que and said, "This is a feast I arranged for you and me. I don't understand why you still refuse to enjoy it at the end. If so, then you can only become the last main course."

"Why not? Because human flesh is not delicious."

Ning Que coughed two mouthfuls of blood in pain. Only then did he know where Long Qing’s emotional confusion came from. He wanted to come to Long Qing and waited for him to use gluttony to deal with his gray eyes, just like in Honglian many years ago. It was the same in the autumn rain in front of the temple, but he did not expect him to fight to the end of the mountains and rivers, but it was still useless.

He looked at Long Qing and continued, "I've eaten your meat, it's not delicious."

Long Qing had already prepared for Ning Que to use gluttony. For this reason, he used methods on these cultivators by the river, but he did not expect that Ning Que would not move all the time because of such a simple reason.

"Does it taste good...is it important?"

"Very important."

Ning Que said: "The teacher taught me a lot of things, but I only remember this one."

Long Qing no longer speaks much.

He raised his right hand, and the river beach was enveloped by the aura of silence. Hundreds of practitioners began to tremble slightly, whether they were alive or dead, and his eyes became darker.

In a short time, he regained strength.

He drew his natal sword from the torn black robe.

That sword like a black peach blossom.

The sword, or the flower, grew out of the hole in his chest.

He finally defeated Ning Que today.

Ning Que will die soon.

It made him extremely happy, and his heart was radiant.

So the black peach blossoms on the sword were in full bloom, very beautiful.

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Ning Que remembered many things during the process of black peach blossoms blooming and then falling.

This is not going back in time before dying, because he doesn't think he will die soon.

He just remembered that during the climbing test in the academy, at Chaimen, Long Qing saw a gentleman not fighting, and what he saw was a gentleman.

What is the academy's ignorance?

He asked Chen Pipi for advice, but found that it is a very mysterious concept, and everyone's experience is different.

The metaphysical is the Tao, and the metaphysical is the instrument.

Is it true?

Or is it not sticking to the rules, just like a master...really unruly?

Ning Que wants to cultivate to the boundless realm of great freedom, and there is an infinite distance.

But he is there right now. But vaguely understood some of the truths.

Many things in the human world cannot be calculated. Just like Long Qing, no matter how careful the calculation is, there will still be many accidents, such as this feast, he still refuses to lift a chopstick.

On the contrary, just do what you want, without thinking about the consequences, or it will have a better ending. The so-called hole cards. The so-called response, what do you want to do?

When Ning Que thought about these things, he still bowed his head and knelt on the bottom of the pit.

His right hand is full of blood. Holding an iron bow.

He waved the iron bow. Wave forward.

He didn't even look at it. Without even thinking about it, with a casual wave, it was so chic and wishful.

Long Qing wanted to avoid it. But I can't avoid it.

Ning Que waved the iron bow, as if he had written that stroke in Chang'an.

It turns out that writing symbols is really the same as writing. The more unintentional, the better.

When the chicken soup post is written, there is no owner, so it is best to move everyone.

This wave of his is unintentional, so he cannot avoid it.

A crisp sound!

Long Qing's ankle, which was barely repaired, broke again and his body leaned down.

The iron bow in Ning Que's hand had passed through the river breeze at some point, and it was wrapped around Long Qing's neck!

Long Qing yelled violently, and raised the Dao Sword back, using the black natal peach blossom on the hilt to resist the tough bowstring.

The two fell on the beach, their blood smeared with mud.

Ning Que lifted his right knee like lightning, pressed his back, and pulled the iron bow, trying to strangle him to death with the bowstring.

Long Qing was holding the black peach flower sword, and the blade was already about to touch his chest and abdomen.

He forced out all the power of thought in the sea of ​​knowledge, and summoned countless breaths of heaven and earth, but he could not get out of trouble.

Ning Que's power seemed particularly terrifying at this time.

Long Qing seems to have only two roads left: either hanged by an iron bow, or stabbed to death by his own sword.

There was a soft sniff.

Jianfeng broke through and pierced Long Qing's body!

He didn't die, because there was a hole in his chest and abdomen.

This dark sword passes through a hole!

Puff!

Ning Que's chest was pierced by the sword's edge, and blood surged.

The hole in Long Qing's chest was shot by Ning Que with an arrow.

Now he uses this hole to pierce a deep blood hole in Ning Que's chest.

Or, is this cause and effect?

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The bowstring is only one inch from Longqing's neck.

The black sword is only one inch away from Ning Que's heart.

The right to choose is in Long Qing's hands. If he didn't use the hilt against the bowstring of the iron bow, the blade could continue to penetrate into Ning Que's body, but that way, his neck would also be cut by the bowstring.

The right to choose is also in Ning Que's hands. If he stopped trying to strangle Long Qing with the bowstring, then Long Qing's sword would not continue to penetrate into his body.

This is real life and death.

In the mudflat of the river beach, there is only a rapid gasp, and only a silent fight.

They are all people who survived like wild dogs, no matter what peak they climbed, at the last moment, they will eventually bite each other like wild dogs.

Long Qing couldn't turn his head, and gasped and asked, "What method did you use with your iron bow just now? Why can't I avoid it? Since it has nothing to do with mind power, why didn't you use it before?"

Behind him, Ning Que said, "The academy does not mean it."

Long Qing asked with a hint of cruelty: "What should I do now? Let's die together?"

Ning Que said, "I don't mind."

In the brief conversation, the two are actually still exerting force.

The bowstring squeaked, and the blade pierced into Ning Que's body, slowly deepening.

Long Qing said suddenly: "You dare not, because you don't want to die, you still want to find her."

Ning Que said: "If you don't want to die, it doesn't mean you are afraid of death, but this sentence proves that you are afraid of death."

Long Qing seemed to be greatly insulted, and shouted angrily: "How can I be afraid of death!"

Ning Que said: "In the beginning, your natal peach blossom did not hit my face door, but fell on my chest. Because you lowered your head, you only dared to meet my sword with your forehead, but not Dare to use your neck."

Long Qing gasped and said, "So what?"

"You bowed your head, I didn't bow your head."

Ning Que took a few breaths of muddy air and said blankly, "So you die and I live."

Fang Luo, he exploded with all his strength, the last remaining strength, pulling the iron bow back!

Long Qing let out an angry roar!

The bowstring fell on his neck, bringing out a clear line of blood.

The blade of the black sword pierced Ning Que's chest and pierced his heart.

An indescribable absolute pain spread all over Ning Que's body, making him tremble uncontrollably, his face pale as snow, his lips as black as ink, and he shouted in pain!

Ah! ! ! !

Ning Que shouted in pain, pulling his hands back!

Quiet!

Long Qing's neck broke.

He was full of strength, lying on the mudflat like a scattered puppet.

Ning Que breathed hurriedly, his pupils a little dilated, and his hands holding the iron bow trembled slightly. It was only after a long time that he became a little awake, let go of his hand with difficulty, and rolled aside.

He has a deep blood hole in his chest and a severe break in his heart.

He curled up into a ball in pain, embracing his arms, shaking constantly.

The wind on the riverside is cold and refreshing, because his heart is exposed in the blood hole.

Long Qing lay beside him, staring at the gloomy sky, puzzled.

At this time, his eyes are finally no longer gray.

Compared with this long story, the ending is so simple and it comes so quickly.

As Ning Que said, if Long Qing was not afraid of death and combined the power of him and Ning Que, his black sword could definitely pierce Ning Que's heart, but then he would also die.

In these years, Long Qing has been living in pain, but he does not want to die.

At the last moment, he still didn't want to die.

So he died.

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