Nightfall

Long Qing ’s confidence is that he has never been fighting alone. There are many people in his body, and there are also many people on the riverside at that time. Those people are strong practitioners of Daomen and Dongding Wangting, not ordinary cavalry. It ’s impossible to completely ignore the attacks of these powerful men.

Ning Que also noticed that today's situation is a bit strange-those practitioners faced their iron bows, but no one chose to retreat and evade, but instead gave up their lives and attacked them.

The cultivator who had his arm cut off changed his hand to hold the weapon and killed him again; the cultivator whose leg was cut off by him actually jumped and continued to attack with his companion; those people were pale, every time they jumped There will be a lot of blood splattering, and it will die at any time without care, and the picture is terrifying.

A horrible picture means a horrible will to fight. Ning Que stood on the reef, kept pulling his bow and pulling the strings, shooting the enemies close to him one by one in the turbulent river, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart was slightly: how powerful is not even like human will. Appear on these people?

Suddenly, he noticed that the eyes of these strong practitioners had some problems, not like the black of the ordinary Central Plains, nor the common brown of the barbarians, but a very strange gray, dim like the cloud of lead in the sky.

More than two hundred strong practitioners rushed into the river, surrounded and attacked. No matter how many injuries they suffered, their emotions were so calm, and even a little numb, they could not see any fear in their gray eyes. You can only see the killing desire to eat people, and even almost self-destructive breath.

Looking at the hundreds of gray eyes, Ning Que felt that he was besieged by hundreds of hungry wild wolves, and the surrounding air became a little cold, giving birth to strong vigilance, and the movement of his hands gradually slowed down.

——The slowing action is not to slow down the attack, but requires that each attack can get the best effect. It is naturally best to be able to directly cut the opponent's waist or cut the neck. If not, then make sure to cut off the opponent's foot, make the opponent difficult to move, and slow down the other's wolves' attack density.

Is so cautious because of the sense of crisis that is deep inside. At this time, there were Tao swords and feather arrows everywhere on the river. The atmosphere of heaven and earth was chaotically cut by hundreds of thoughts. No matter how fast his attack was, he had to pay some price every time. The price of Hanmao.

Even the slightest cost has accumulated, and it will also affect the outcome of the final battle. For example, the ant cave is thousands of miles away, such as the iron spoon in the sturdy cell, Ningque must be cautious, not to mention these hungry wolves. The gloomy eyes of the strong practitioners reminded him of the horrible exercises of Longqing practice. He will not forget that Longqing has not shot yet, and the other party hidden in the forest must be waiting for the opportunity.

The river is still turbulent, the clouds and fog are gone, there is no scorching sun in the sky, only the light, which illuminates the fighting in the mountain and river and the blue waist sea under the cliff.

Ning Que continued to walk to the opposite bank, someone kept falling before his iron bow, but the speed of falling was much slower than before, his footsteps became more and more heavy, like a dignified expression.

Long Qing is indeed looking for opportunities, and he is sure that the opportunities will surely appear-he and Ning Que are too well aware of each other, those means of conspiracy and scheming do not make much sense, the realm of cultivation is so that the exercises are revealed in the sky and the sun Next, the so-called game can only be a clear game, then everything can be calculated.

Under the continuous attack of hundreds of strong practitioners who are not afraid of life and death, no matter how vigorous Ning Que's thoughts are, he will inevitably be gradually consumed, and no matter how careful he will be, he will eventually reveal loopholes.

The mottled tree shadows scattered on the forest leaves seemed to add countless scars to Longqing's face. He looked at the battle scene in the river quietly and intently, and watched Ning Que walk down the reef and walk towards himself.

Ning's lack of control string movement is still so stable, the footsteps are also so stable, but ... too stable.

He raised his hand and waved his string, plunged into the water, the rhythm was unimaginably precise. However, it was this absolutely precise rhythm that gave rise to a slightly rigid feeling.

At the beginning of the battle, Ning Que had the kind of comfortable feeling that he once showed. He had been unwittingly motivated by blood and stumps. He could only control the whole battle with precision.

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

This is the opportunity Long Qing has been waiting for.

Suddenly a cold wind died in the mountain forest. More than ten flying birds screamed and flew away, but failed to cross the forest top. They were frozen and stiffened by the wind and fell down.

There was a shallow layer of frost on the ground. The frost extended to the outside of the forest until it reached the riverside, freezing the first few waves that landed first, and then produced a thousand layers of snow.

Long Qing's body image is ghost-like, appearing on the turbulent river and appearing in front of Ning Que. Behind him are two rut-like marks, lightly printed on those frosts.

The ice and snow vision on the riverside in the forest is because at this moment, he did not hesitate to release all the breath of silence, bursting out an unimaginable speed, and directly rushed to Ning Que.

At that time, Ning Que had just pulled the bow of the iron bow and shot a powerful Eastern Araemon Martial Artist in half. His right foot had just been raised, and he was about to step on the somewhat wet reef in front.

He raised his hand and then cast his feet. During his own rhythm, he was not broken by those horrible swords and swords on the river. As long as he maintained this rhythm, he could move forward without stopping.

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

A lonely black peach flower, with an indescribable sense of extinction, condescending to the face of Ning Que!

Ning Que held the bow handle in his left hand, and his right hand had just left the bow string, and was following the bird's tail.

Between the electric light and flint, Ning Que retracted his right hand, held the lower end of the iron bow, and held the middle section of the iron bow in his left hand. His hands moved forward, blocking the black peach flower.

The whole action was done in one go, as if it had been expected that Longqing would appear at this moment.

But only he and Long Qing knew that it was not a matter of course. His rhythm was broken, his mental power was consumed, and the right hand holding the bird's tail wanted Fushan. After all, he still owed a point.

Long Qing stood on the rock and looked at him expressionlessly, his feet steady as rooted.

Ning was missing in the river, and his right foot had not fallen on the reef.

The dark iron bow, against the dark peach blossoms.

The turbulent river was quiet for a moment.

Then, a loud bang!

The black reef at the foot of Longqing broke into countless pieces.

The terrifying air rushed in all directions.

There is a clear deep mark on the river surface like a plow, which is a trace of the water surface being cut.

That was the trace left by Ning Que's feet on the river when he was shocked.

He rushed across the river like a stone and hit the cliffs!

The dust was filled and the earth shook.

The river water started to flow again, still as fast as before.

Long Qing was standing in the river. There was a lot of dust and river water on the black robes. His body was wet, his hair was scattered, his face was pale, and there was a stream of blood flowing from his lips.

However, 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 condensed, and there appeared a black hole.

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

Long Qing knew that Ning Que didn't die, but he knew that he had won in this hedging, no bells and whistles, no skill at all, pure competition and realm.

This is very important, so he smiled a little.

After a moment, Ning Que's voice came from the cliff, looking a little tired, but fairly stable.

"Use so many loyal subordinates to consume my mind, and then come to sneak attack ... It is too shameless, I look at your smile now, seems to be very proud?"

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

His front is full of blood, not coughed out by the iron bow, but coughed out.

Long Qing looked at him and smiled.

Those hungry wolf-like practitioners, without waiting for the order, crossed his side and killed Ning Que on the other side.

The river bank killed the sky again, and the breath of heaven and earth was cut into countless fragments by swords and knives and arrows.

Longqing will not give Ning lack any time or opportunity to restore meditation.

The sound of the iron bow once again overwhelmed the surging water and began to reap life.

Everything seems to be the same as before.

But in fact everything is different.

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

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

Those strong practitioners were obviously controlled by Longqing ’s secret law, or at least they were given some kind of restriction. After their eyes turned gray, although their strength did not get any growth, their will became extremely scary, and they really played the stalker. To the extreme, if not killed or smashed, it would cause trouble for Ning Que.

When many people want to come, as long as the realm strength is high enough, they can kill all the enemies in the world, but they never thought that as long as they are so tired, they will always be exhausted.

Ning Que's thoughts are gradually consumed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has not been exhausted, but there are signs.

At the moment when the sign appeared, the breath of death appeared on both sides of the Nu River again. The cold-resistant thick-skinned fish under the rocks in the water were frozen and Long Qing came to him again.

A black peach blossomed in full bloom and flew to the face.

Ning Que didn't smell a faint floral fragrance, nor would she appreciate the beautiful black petals.

He stared at Long Qing behind the black peach blossoms, 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 situation, holding the iron knife handle in the cold wind!

Choking!

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

He didn't look at the black peach flower that burst into his door, just staring at Long Qing behind the flower.

The iron sword was cold, crossed the black peach blossom, and cut to the door of Longqing!

Is very clear that if he allows the situation to develop, he may be killed by life. Even if he kills all his subordinates in Longqing, it will be difficult for him to survive.

It's hard to live in any way.

So, had to die together.

He looked at Long Qing.

send invitation.

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