Nightfall Chapter 287: Bright gun
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 287, Bright Spear
The iron gun is the flagpole of the blood flag, so it is very long, falling on the ice, a lot higher than Xiahou's burly body, the gun body is dark in color, the luster is dim, straight without any curvature, on the surface Without any carvings, it is extremely smooth, and the only difference from the stick is that it is extremely sharp and glows with a sharp light. (《》)
Although at the most critical moment, Ning Que reacted in advance and saved his life, but his arms were still shocked with severe pain. It seemed that the bones were broken, and the chest and abdomen were even more annoying. The evil is extremely extreme, and it seems that blood is slowly gathering there.
The flag flew with a broken pole, and an iron gun came from miles away, breaking through the clouds, and it could smash him into embarrassment and almost died. It is really unimaginable. What is in this gun? How powerful it is.
Ning Que knew that Xiahou's most powerful method was not the domineering Demon Sect True Qi in his body, but the iron spear that could break through the clouds at any time.
No one knew that Xiahou was good at making guns, and he had never heard of it.
This black iron spear was actually used by Xiahou as a flying sword. How could a martial arts pinnacle expert from the Demon Sect possess such an exquisite and powerful Taoist method?
The iron spear stood on the snow lake, exuding a powerful smell without any secret, and openly declared to the opponent and the nature of the lake that he existed and killed.
Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and asked: "What is the name of this gun?"
"Bright spear." Xiahou said: "You have a dark arrow, I have a bright spear."
Ning Que coughed a mouthful of blood, gasped and said, "The gun is good, and the name is good."
Xiahou looked at the slender Pudao he held in his right hand, squinted slightly and said, "You also have a good knife."
It is indeed a good knife, otherwise it will not be able to withstand the iron gun that kills the night clouds and falls from the sky, it should be broken into countless pieces in an instant.
Xiahou expressionlessly said: "But in the world, except for Liu Bai's sword, who is qualified to fight my gun?"
Since rebelling against the Demon Sect and loyal to the Taoist School, Xiahou has been silently preparing for the teacher Liansheng who is very likely to be still alive, especially for the 23-year-old cicada that was impossible to die silently. Sanctuary
His preparation is the iron gun in his hand at this time.
This gun was forged by himself.
The intent of this gun is based on self-knowledge.
During these years of practice, Xiahou violently went against the practice, forcibly practiced the Taoist practice, and successfully cultivated the iron spear into his own destiny!
Since that day, this iron gun finally has a brand new spear intent. Xiahou thought it was bright, or he hoped it would be bright in the future, so he named this iron spear: Ming spear.
With a spear in hand, Xiahou dared to look directly at Mingzong's peeping in the dark.
Not to mention this ordinary knife in Ning Que's hand?
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When the blood flag was torn apart and the flagpole turned into an iron spear and flew into the night clouds, the big brother on the city wall noticed it. He subconsciously took a step forward, holding the head of the city wall with both hands, not Feeling the coldness of the snow on the top of the wall, I looked towards Yanming Lake with a worried expression on my face.
If you can make the masters of the college so dignified and worried, you can imagine how powerful Xiahou's gun will impact the psychology of people watching tonight.
The big brother murmured: "Unexpectedly, General Xiahou would hide such a method in the end."
"The speed, strength, and momentum of this gun is perfect."
Ye Su said: "I remember the teacher said that when he led Xiahou into the Dao Sect, he tried to get him out of the Demon Sect Cultivation Method and converted to the Dao Method... I didn’t expect that Xiahou actually changed the Dao Fa, and he also It is incredible to be able to repair this gun to such a level."
The big brother slightly moved and said: "It turned out to be taught by the subject, no wonder it is so overbearing."
"It's not overbearing, it's open and honest." Ye Su said: "If Xiahou can practice the bright spear to be absolutely bright, he will probably be able to compete with Liu Bai at his peak. The latest chapter of the temple"
The big brother shook his head and said: "Not talking about General Xiahou's injury, only that the current state of this bright spear is still some distance away from Mr. Liu Bai's sword intent."
Ye Su said: "The distance is the distance from Liu Bai, but Ning Que cannot handle it."
The big brother was silent.
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Receiving the extremely overbearing spear, Ning Que received a terrifying impact, and his internal organ injuries gradually appeared. He needed time to recover, so he was willing to say a few more words.
Although Xiahou was already seriously injured, in comparison, he should choose to launch a thunder offensive and smash Ning Que into flesh before his blood dries out, but I don’t know why, he gave it to Ning Que. Time to say a few words.
Because he had some doubts in his heart at this time, he was wary.
Ning Que prepared for the battle on Xuehu tonight for fifteen years. Xiahou didn't have a long time to prepare, but he had decades of experience on the **** battlefield.
He is one of the four kings and generals of the Great Tang Empire. People in the world are often attracted by his brutal and cold-blooded side, forgetting his military talents. In fact, his commanding ability on the battlefield is not weaker than What's even more frightening is that his powerful strength is that he is very good at using the art of war in the battle of practitioners.
From stepping into the front of the house on the bank of Yanming Lake and inserting the flag into the ground, Xiahou has been acting in accordance with the art of war. He used his body as a military account and kept showing the enemy’s weakness, even at the expense of a large amount of The troops have been resisting Ning Que's most powerful means until he finally dragged the enemy to exhaustion, and after seeing all the enemy's means, did he use his strongest means to kill the enemy with one blow.
If you pay such a high price for the final blow, consume so much energy, and shed so much blood, then the final blow must be thunderous, and you can't give the enemy any chance.
The blood flag in front of the house waited for him to ambush thousands of profound armor heavy knights around the battlefield, so that when the last enemy could not attack for a long time, he would attack suddenly, like a wind and falling leaves. Potential.
The heavy armored black knight of the Tang Dynasty is the strongest and most terrifying iron current in the barracks. The iron knights have accumulated for a long time and will inevitably sweep across the fields. They are invincible. The iron spear in the **** flag is Xiahou's most powerful and most terrifying method was not released until the end, which was naturally the winner.
This shot embodies the strong belief and aura of the pinnacle of martial arts. According to reason, even a practitioner who is more powerful than Ning Que can't resist it.
However, Ning Que did not die when the iron spear came out of Yeyun Thunder. Although he was coughing up blood and was obviously seriously injured, the fact that he did not die still made Xiahou feel extremely strong. Doubts.
During the brief conversation with Ning Que, Xiahou thought about this problem, trying to find the source and solution of the doubt and inexplicable vigilance.
After a while, he figured out half of the answer, so he looked at Ning Que's eyes brighter and colder, just like the ice scattered on the snow lake in front of him.
It’s enough to understand half of it, at least he thinks it’s enough to solve his doubts and vigilance. He waved his right arm, and the silky clothes remaining on his arm instantly became powdered, and the blood dripping from the wound was like an arrow. Spilled into the night, the iron gun held in his palm broke through the air, disappearing instantly.
Xiahou's second spear was not pointed at Ning Que under the cliff, but at Sangsang above the cliff.
He has enough sources of intelligence, knowing that there must be Ning Que's little maid on the cliff, knowing that the little maid has an extraordinary relationship with Ning Que, and knowing that the little maid is Wei Guangming's heir.
The origin of Sangsang's identity has always made Xiahou feel a little weird and wary, so he decided to kill her first. This decision is still a secret art of war-the art of war is not intricate and complicated, but because it is simple and honest. It meant, just like the temperament of the iron spear itself-Xiahou wanted to tell Ning Que clearly that he wanted to kill Sangsang, and he wanted Ning Que to turn around and save him, and then die.
Sangsang is Ning Que's life. If someone dares to threaten him with Sangsang, he will kill him first at all costs, just like shooting Long Qing through the wasteland.
Moreover, for most people, a little girl who looks so thin and cherishes her life is threatened by death. She will turn around and save her life immediately.
But Ning Que did not do this. When he sensed that the majestic iron spear was piercing the cliff, he did not turn his head back. Instead, he clenched the handle of the knife and stepped on the ice with his right foot. Over the lake, he swept straight for more than ten feet, flipped his wrist, raised the sharp Pudao, and rushed towards Xiahou.
His speed is amazing. The cold wind on the snow lake is blowing on the black uniforms on his body, and his clothes are rustling, like the night sky that is about to fall apart.
Xiahou raised his brows slightly, a little puzzled, stretched out his iron right hand and shook it in the night wind.
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The iron gun broke through the air, and in a flash, he came to the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, and pierced towards Sangsang, because the friction with the air was too intense, and the dark gun body was glowing brightly. Luster, compared with Sangsang's thin and short body, looks extraordinarily thick and terrifying.
The gun wind rushed towards her face, wrapped in the remnant snow between the cliffs, her cheeks were hurting, and her short-cut yellowish hair fell backward like water plants in a steep stream.
She knew that Ning Que would not look back to save herself, because Ning Que was too late to save herself, because Ning Que believed she could save herself, because she had to save herself at this moment.
Although Sangsang is a descendant of the Gods of Light, she has learned divine art from the old man, and these days she has mutually confirmed Dao Chi Ye Hongyu, but she has never participated in the battle of practitioners.
I don’t know how to fight, so I don’t know how to save herself. She relies on instinct, like those life and death moments in Minshan many years ago, squatting down like a wounded little beast, holding her umbrella tightly. Shank, desperately shrinking, let the **** umbrella cover every part of his body.
A weird sound resounded from the cliff, like a drumstick falling heavily on a broken drum, and like Xiahou’s previous steps across the river and mountains, breaking the ice with one foot and falling into the water .
The iron spear plunged into the **** umbrella fiercely, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced through the years of grease and black mud.
The place where the **** umbrella touched the iron gun suddenly sank, and the black cloth hissed and turned into a terrifying black hole. However, at the bottom of the black hole, the tip of the gun... !
The handle of the **** umbrella touched the cliff rock, and with a puff like a knife cutting tofu, it pierced in. The gravel flew around and closed his eyes. Sangsang, who was hiding under the umbrella, shook heavily. His face suddenly became extremely pale, and with a wow, blood spurted from his lips, dyeing the new clothes he changed this morning.
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(Today’s infinitely arduous things, don’t talk about it, I will continue to write hard, and try to write the next chapter before eleven o’clock.)
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