Nightfall Chapter 286: Gun

This is what you do? "

"Do you think this can kill me?"

"My most powerful method has not yet come out. Don't say you can't do it."

The screaming sound echoed on the snow lake. Xiahou walked towards the south bank of Yanming Lake in the night. Because of his leg injury, he walked very slowly, and his voice trembled a little, but his footsteps were still the same. His stability, his tolerance is still so powerful.

Ning Que, standing on the edge of the cliff, looked at Xiahou slowly walking on the ice of the night lake. There was no expression on his face, but his mood was a little strange. He felt the cold brought by the wind and snow.

The Yuan thirteen arrows in the front box have been shot out. The hundreds of talisman papers accumulated over two years of hard work have turned into yellow varnished cloth and shining storms in the house on the northern shore of the lake, and the small iron in the mud at the bottom of the winter lake The pot was detonated, and his most powerful method seemed to have been fully used, but he still failed to kill Xiahou, and could not even stop this person from slowly walking towards the south bank.

This is the strength of some powerful martial artists?

The snowflakes falling on the walls are becoming sparser.

The big brother looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, his clean eyebrows couldn't hide the worried expression, the old padded jacket on his body trembled slightly, as if he was hesitant to float.

Ye Su's expression was awkward. He didn't expect that this battle on the Winter Lake would actually present such a situation. From the beginning to the present, Xiahou would be completely restrained and would suffer such severe injuries.

"I have to admit that Ning Que has given me a lot of strangers... The master's closed disciple is not an ordinary person, but it is a pity that he will die tonight."

He looked at the big brother and said: "Unless you make a move."

Big brother understood the meaning of this sentence.

Tonight, the world’s strong men will gather in Chang’an City. Only him and Jun Mo will come forward in the academy, in order to create a fair environment for Ning Que. Jun Mo is responsible for watching the Datang military, and he is responsible for watching this Haotian Dao The peerless genius of the door...correspondingly...he and Jun Mo were also watched by each other.

If he shoots, then Ye Su will definitely shoot.

I don't know what I remembered... The expression on the face of the big brother gradually calmed down.

"The teacher often asks me to learn from the younger brother. I have been thinking about what I should learn. Now I want to come to learn his attitude when encountering difficulties."

He looked in the direction of Yanming Lake and said: "The most admirable part of Junior Brother is himself... He is his own sky, without any limits. When everyone in the world thinks he can't do it, he often He can take another step forward and climb the stone steps. This is the case when he enters the academy, when he climbs the old academy... When the mountain trail enters the second floor, how can there be any accidents tonight?"

A lot of torches were lit outside the Habayashi army barracks, and the surrounding area was illuminated extremely brightly. The snow bridge outside the camp looked like a jade belt... and the man with a high crown on the snow bridge, Like a fairy on a jade belt.

As the wind and snow go by, time goes by.

From day to night...I don't know how long it has passed, and the confrontation of the snow bridge continues.

Jun Mo, the second elder brother of the college...sit straight on the snow bridge.

Xu Shi, the general of the town and the powerful Yulin Army, stayed under the snow bridge.

General Xu Shi leaned against the railing under the snow bridge and looked at the second senior who was sitting cross-legged on the bridge in the snow. He coughed in pain and said: "Ning Que’s challenge to Xiahou, in my opinion, It is a provocation to the dignity of my Datang military, so I want to stop the melancholy of this battle

The second senior brother slowly raised his head and looked at the leader of the lost Tang military. The thin Xuexuan who covered his eyebrows fell and said: "Since the battle has begun, words are unnecessary."

"Yes, it is no longer necessary."

Xu Shixue's eyebrows gradually floated, looking at him angrily and said: "So you must die instead of Ning Que"

The second brother said: "Since the battle begins, there will naturally be life and death. As a Datang soldier, don't you understand this, the simple truth?"

After a short pause, he said with an indifferent expression: "Besides that Xiahou is not a great person, who dares to say that my junior brother will definitely lose?"

In the eyes of the second master of the academy, the Great Tang king Xiahou may indeed not be a terrifying opponent, but now it is Ning Que who is fighting against Xiahou.

Xu Shi thought so, and then said indifferently: "There is no miracle in this world."

The second brother looked at him and said seriously: "The college is the place where miracles are created."

"If you can't kill this person after fifteen years of preparation, then the rest can only rely on fate. However, the teacher said, this...there has never been a fate in the world."

Ning Que was standing on the cliff thinking so. He raised his head and glanced at the sky, looked down at the person walking on the snow lake, raised his brows slowly, and asked: "Can we really... succeed?"

When the arrow box was empty, Sangsang opened her eyes. She held the **** umbrella, looked at Ning Que's eyes, nodded very vigorously, and said, "Because we must succeed."

Ning Que laughed, thinking that it was true. Regardless of whether there is destiny in the world, whether he can succeed or not, he must succeed, so besides success, he should not think about anything else.

He looked at the overbearing figure on Snow Lake and said: "You only have a pair of weak fists, half-painted body, and I have a fresh knife. Why can't I kill you?"

On the snow lake, Xiahou's body was slightly stagnant.

In this moment of stagnant time, Ning Que stretched out his right hand and held the handle of the knife in the cold wind, his fingers felt the familiar velvet grass touch, and they suddenly tightened.

With a choke, he drew Pudao out of its sheath.

Since many years ago, in order to target Xiahou’s three-person team of assassins, Ning Que was used to carrying three knives. Later, he no longer needed to target those assassins, only Xiahou himself, so he invited the sixth senior from the college These three knives are combined into one knife today.

This knife is very slender, but extremely heavy... The lines are smooth but not beautiful, the blade is not sharp, and it is simple and simple. It is an authentic knife used to kill.

Ning Que held the knife in one hand and rushed down the cliff.

The cliff is very steep, and his speed is getting faster and faster, and he is about to turn into a black shadow.

The afterimage behind the black shadow is the shadow of the knife. I don't know why... Ning Que insisted that he didn't engrave the talisman on this knife, but kept it in its original appearance, smooth and simple to the extreme.

Probably because... he wanted to use the simplest sword technique.

Because he firmly believes that the simplest is the most powerful.

Just like the knife he rushed down the cliff at this time and slashed at the powerful man on the snow lake.

Clearly he is still more than a hundred feet away from Xiahou. But his face and sword momentum has appeared in advance.

It is straight, then swept across, then lifted diagonally... and cut down.

Ning Que is ready to do this.

He knew that Xiahou could understand that he was going to do it.

He wanted to know how Xiahou would pick him up. If Xiahou really took the knife, then he believed that it was his own opportunity.

Xiahou did not choose to take Ning Que's long-standing sword, nor did he counterattack with an iron fist as strong as usual, and he did not have a thunderous violent as he did against the assassins of Yan Kingdom in the barracks. He shook the two experts in the cave profound realm into idiots.

Because he was injured in Tang’s hands, his armor was smashed by the blood knife of the Demon Sect... There are still many of Tang’s fist in his body now, and he is not in his own peak state. And previously, he had suffered serious injuries in Ning Que's Talisman Storm and Arrow and Flower offensive.

Xiahou didn't choose to avoid the blade for a while...As a martial artist, what he is best at is close combat. Why would he be afraid of this simple and powerful sword?

Previously, he said that his most powerful method was not used.

At this point he finally moved.

He stood on the snow lake...closed his eyes, and stretched out his bleeding hands into the cold night breeze. The power of mind in the sea of ​​consciousness sprayed out through the sea of ​​Qi and snow mountains, and immediately merged into the teeth of heaven and earth around Yanming Lake. In his breath, he picked up the strands and kneaded the synthetic rope, flew a few miles away in a flash, and landed somewhere on the north bank.

Outside the courtyard gate on the north shore of Yanming Lake, a blood-colored military flag stands.

That is the banner of the king of Xiahou.

The military flag slowly fluttering in the night breeze, as if hearing the military order, suddenly tightened, dancing unrest in front of the courtyard, like a monster trying to break free from the chains and fight in front of the formation!

Before Xiahou was admitted to the hospital, Xiahou inserted the military flag deeply into the stone ground. Several stone cracks were shaken out beside the flagpole. At this time, the military flag was dancing unsteadily, the flagpole kept shaking and shaking, and the stone cracks on the ground suddenly changed. The depth becomes wider and spreads around, looking like a spider tripod

With a little cracking sound, the stone ground under the flagpole burst and gravel flew everywhere, the blood-colored flag struggling from the ground, whizzing up, and flew towards Yanming Lake. There was a hurricane in front of the courtyard.

Flakes of blood flags torn to pieces by the wind fell.

In the deep night clouds above Yanming Lake, a terrifying oh ming sounded, and a dark shadow was faintly visible.

As if there is a saint walking with a sword in the clouds.

Ning Que didn't even know that a weird scene had happened in front of his courtyard, let alone that the blood-colored military flag had shattered, leaving only the flagpole roaring in the clouds.

He was sprinting on the cliff at this time, and only Xiahou's figure a hundred meters away was visible in his eyes. However, at this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and a fragment in the depths of the sea of ​​knowledge suddenly brightened.

He stepped heavily on the protruding rock on the cliff with his right foot between the electric light and flint. With force, he twisted his body in the air forcibly, facing the direction of Yeyun, and poured his arms into his arms with awe-inspiring energy, and he put the heavy and strong Pu Dao danced in front of him into an airtight knife flower, where the knife flower plundered, the cliffs flew around!

The night clouds on the lake suddenly became chaotic, and a stick-shaped black shadow broke out of the cloud, falling to the cliff ether in a moment, extremely tyrant and unreasonable, and slammed into the knife flower in front of him.

There was a loud bang.

Ning Que felt a huge force that could not be suppressed, and passed it down Pu Dao to himself.

His body was still in the air, and he was hit hard and suddenly frustrated. Then he accelerated to fall and slammed into the snow lake under the cliff, causing snow waves soaring to the sky.

Ning Que stood up from the snow, wiped the blood off his lips, looked at the dark stick held by Xiahou's opponent, and felt extremely vigilant in his heart.

Xiahou looked at him, his eyes gradually narrowed, as if he had discovered something very strange.

Ning Que asked: "What is this?"

Xiahou said: "Gun."

The only thing left of the scarlet flag is the flagpole.

The flagpole is the gun.

(First, let’s talk about it. The name of the chapter tomorrow is Ming Qiang. ps: A friend wrote a book of Xianxia. The title of the book is Chuangjiang. Two million words have passed, and it will be ordered to two thousand. , Is striving for a ban, if you are interested in the fairy tale book, you might as well go and have a look.) (to be continued.

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