Nightfall

If you ca n’t live together, you have to die together. In addition to describing the life-and-death couple, sometimes it is also used to describe the enemy who does n’t live together. But at that time, it is generally changed to say that you die and live-and in fact when you kill red eyes At the stage where you die, you will die together.

Ning Que ignored the black peach flower that slammed into his door, and cut the face of Long Qing directly with a knife, and issued an invitation to die together, but did not really want to die with the other party, but firmly believed that Long Qing would not follow him. To die together, then it must be avoided, then he can reverse the whole situation.

He was very confident about this, because he was born in grass roots and struggled between life and death from an early age. He knew better than anyone that he would not die if he was not afraid of death, and Long Qing was noble, and he finally climbed to the top of his life. Can you give up everything in such a short time?

Even if Long Qing understood a lot of truth during his climb 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 be stronger than Ning Que, He can't take advantage of such brutal killing, so he should also retreat.

No matter how he thinks, Long Qing should retreat, and he should choose to avoid his iron sword.

Ning Que thinks so.

So when the faint black peach flower was not affected in any way, it broke through the wind firmly and positively, mixed with the atmosphere of seemingly endless heaven and earth to his chest, he was very puzzled.

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

In the last moment when he could avoid the same end, Long Qing, who had the initiative, did not choose to avoid, but continued to attack silently, but somehow the **** fell on Ning Que's chest.

A loud noise, Ning Que's black hospital uniform was torn into countless pieces of blood spattering violently, his lips, nostrils, eyes and ears were bleeding.

Ning Que's iron sword also fell.

Unbiased, heavily cut on Longqing's forehead!

An extremely horrible muffled noise!

He didn't wear 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 sad voice suddenly sounded!

Long Qing's face was instantly pale, his eyebrows were twisted, and he looked extremely painful.

Li Xiao burst out from his thin lips!

Infinite breath of heaven and earth was summoned by him, and threw toward Ning Que's chest and abdomen through the black peach blossom!

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

He suffered the unbearable pain of ordinary people, and pressed the strength of his whole body on the iron knife!

Sharp blade, towards the face of Long Qing, another blood flowed down!

Longqing's howling became more terrible, like howling of a wild wolf on the wasteland, again like some kind of wail.

His eyes became very gray, his eyebrows fluttered with the wind, and his face seemed to be changing in a mad breath, and he wanted to become another person!

Ning Que felt the unprecedented crisis but remained silent and continued to fall.

Longqing's howling continued, his face constantly changing, as if he could become countless individuals at any time!

As he changed, a horrible force covered his face, blocking the iron sword in a living way!

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A black peach flower fell, a black iron knife fell, although life and death did not have an opinion, but they all stood on the edge of the cliff. The process seems to be very long, actually very short-the practitioners on both sides of the Nu River can't come To help Long Qing, the two have been divided, the battle situation has been divided, and the outcome will naturally be divided.

A deafening sound sounded, and the river flew to the sky like a waterfall, and several hundred-foot-high water curtains shook, and the water was covered with mossy stones, rolling and colliding, and then shattered.

There was a very deep pit on the left bank of the river bank. Ning Que fell to the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, and did not know how many bones were broken. Long Qing stood outside the pit with a solemn expression and blood on his face, like a demon.

"Do you think I am afraid of death?"

There was no expression on Long Qing ’s face. After saying this, a sudden pain appeared on his face. He bent down and coughed up two mouths of blood. Then he stood up straight again and asked repeatedly, “You thought I'm afraid of death? "

"Betraying my beliefs, life is better than death. I now have countless kinds of thoughts in my body. I struggle with each other. The life I live every day is better than death. You think ... I will be afraid of death!"

He roared angrily at Ning Que as if he was venting something.

"But you are still afraid of death."

Ning lacked support by the pit, stood up, looked at him and said, after receiving such a serious injury, he still did not fall down. It had nothing to do with the realm of strength, only in that breath.

As Long Qing said, his awe-inspiring spirit had already been transformed into the cheerful wind of Qinghe County, but that breath was still there.

Long Qing did not expect him to stand up and said, "Admire."

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

Today's battle seems to be a matter between Ning Que and Long Qing. In fact, those practitioners who are far inferior to the two of them have played an extremely important role in this period.

Ning Que stretched his hand to wipe the blood on his face. During the process of the palm falling, he brushed across his chest and abdomen, dipped in more blood, and then stretched into the air in front of him, spreading his fingers.

The blood flowed along his fingers, and turned into countless tiny drops of blood, drifting away.

The river wind flickered, and he wrote in the wind with blood.

His face was suddenly pale, and even the blood covered with it could not be covered.

Numerous fierce and sharp symbols, instantly covering the entire river beach.

Those practitioners who swept around him gave a painful and angry howling, like a warhorse stopped by a tripping line, with their legs broken and their arms dropped, hitting the ground one after another.

The painful howling is mixed with the sound of river water, which is extremely harsh.

Long Qing's expression remained the same, reaching for a stroke in the air, and a Dao sword killed in the hand of a Taoist priest who was killed in the river water was called, and turned into a clear light in front of him, cutting off the last sign that quietly struck. .

Unsuccessful sneak attack, Ning Que looked at him quietly and said, "Look, I can fight again."

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

The river of anger suddenly became quiet.

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

I don't know how long it has passed.

Ning Que's character is finished.

In front of Long Qing, there were scattered Dao swords with more than one hundred handles broken.

The two were far apart, covered in blood, pale, and very tired.

Battles in the practice world rarely show such a scene. The realm strength of the two people is so close that they know each other so hard that they can only fight hard until they are exhausted.

The real oil lamp is dry.

Quiet for a long time.

The river was wagging, singing a song that didn't mean anything.

"Can you still fight?"

Long Qing asked the voice hoarse to the extreme.

Ning Que was silent and looked down at the pool of blood under his feet.

"It has always been said that your thoughts are more powerful than Liu Bai's. I haven't believed it, but today I have believed it. I have arranged for so long, and died so many subordinates before I exhausted you."

Long Qing smiled and said with a smile: "But ... is it exhausted after all, isn't it?"

Ning Que raised his head and looked at him and said, "What about your mind? Can it still be?"

Long Qing was seen through by him, but his expression remained the same, saying, "You didn't kill me before with that knife, and you lost."

Ning Que suddenly laughed.

This is the first time he has laughed since the beginning of the fight.

"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 mental power, why do you think you can beat me? To know that when I couldn't practice, I was already good at killing people."

Ning Xie bowed, looked at him and said, "When you just picked up my knife, your ankle bones have been broken into slag, so you can only stand on the spot, how can you hide now?"

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

He was exhausted at this time and could not shoot Yuan Thirteen Arrows, but he could still shoot arrows.

As he said, when he was Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, he could kill people with his fingers. When he was a Weicheng border soldier, he was also very good at killing and killing people. He had never had anything to do with his mental power.

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

If this is Longqing's game, Ningque is the one who broke the game.

His way to break the game is to go down the river and follow Longqing's method to achieve his goal.

From the very beginning, he knew what Long Qing wanted to do. He was very cooperative, risked, injured, and kept on cooperating, letting the battle go to the end. Both sides were exhausted and became ordinary people. .

Longqing was the prince of Yan Kingdom when he was an ordinary person, and he?

He is a wood-cutting man in Subbi Lake.

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

Ning lacked a calm look, ready to pull the bow.

He thought it was really good to pull the word.

The battle between him and Long Qing started from that banquet, and it has continued for several years until today. He has won the final victory after several contests, but he knows that this is not a natural thing, not that he is naturally better than Long Qingqiang is the opponent's nemesis, but because of chance or heaven.

After Long Qing ’s disastrous defeat under his hands, many people in the world began to despise Long Qing, but he did n’t, even if he seemed to care less about each other on the surface, in fact he paid special attention to this person because because he had already won, he did n’t want to lose again. Give it to the other party because he knows that Long Qing is very strong and is strong in everything.

Of all the enemies in his life, he paid the most attention to Longqing. When he discovered the whereabouts of the other party at the Red Lotus Temple, he did not hesitate to shoot seven arrows. This is a treatment that no one has ever had.

Many years ago, the real grudge between them started with the iron arrow on the snow cliff. Many years later, he was going to end with this iron arrow on the banks of the Nu River.

Long Qing suddenly laughed.

It wasn't until this time that Ning Que really saw clearly. The complex emotions in Long Qing's eyes were nothing more than a complex of joking, mocking, contempt, sympathy, and a little confusion.

A person whose mind is exhausted and unable to move, can only wait to be shot by an arrow. There will be no such emotions, which have always belonged to the winner.

Those emotions disappeared in the next moment.

Because emotions are colored, there is no color in Long Qing ’s eyes, no black, no white, no light, no sin, just a gray one.

It looks like the sky of Chengjingcheng where every household burns coal in winter.

Is like a roll that is soaked in water and can no longer be dried.

Chaotic, dark, evil, terrifying.

His right hand was hanging beside him.

Several Taoist priests were dying on the river beach facing with their right hand and were going to die.

Suddenly, these gods and facial features 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 soul in his gray eyes.

He looked at Ning Que and waved.

Countless sands on the river beach broke away from the wind and snorted like a Wan Daoli arrow.

Patap, the sound of intensive beating sounded, and countless blood holes appeared in Ning Que's body!

The iron arrow fell on his feet.

He can no longer stand, kneeling on one knee.

"Your biggest mistake is being too confident."

"Do you really think your number of thoughts is the highest in the world?"

"Before or after, but after I practiced gray eyes, it was no longer."

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

Long Qing walked towards him, and the broken ankle seemed to be healed.

Behind him, countless vague faces appeared vaguely.

He walked to Ning's absence, spread his hands, pointed to the severely injured practitioners or corpses everywhere on the river beach, and said, "As long as I want, I can always get my mind."

"I took them to kill you, one is to consume your thoughts, 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 I. I don't understand why you won't enjoy it at the end. Since it is so, then you can only become the last main dish."

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

Ning Que coughed up two blood painfully. Only then did he know where the confusion in Longqing ’s emotions came from. He wanted to come to Longqing and waited for him to use gluttonous Dafa to deal with his gray eyes, just like the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple many years ago. It ’s the same as here, but he did n’t expect him to fight to the end of the mountains and waters, and it was still useless.

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

Long Qing had already made preparations for Ning Que to use gluttonous Dafa. For this reason, he had all the means on the practitioners along the river, but he did not expect Ning Que to stay still for just such a simple reason.

"It tastes good ... Is it important?"

"Very important.

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

Long Qing no longer speaks.

He raised his right hand, the river beach was shrouded in silence, and hundreds of practitioners began to tremble slightly regardless of life and death, and his eyes became darker and darker.

In a short time, he regained his strength.

He drew out his natal sword from the broken black **** robe.

The sword like a black peach blossom.

This sword or flower was born from the hole in his chest.

He finally defeated Ning Que today.

Ning Que is about to die.

This made him extremely happy, and he was full of joy.

Then the black peach blossoms on the sword were blooming and extremely beautiful.

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

This is not a retrospect of the time before death, because he does not think he is going to die soon.

He just remembered that when he went to the mountain climbing test in the college, Long Qing should see that the gentleman is indisputable, but what he saw was the gentleman. What exactly does the college care about?

He asked Chen Pipi, but found that it was a very mysterious concept, and each person's experience was different.

Metaphysical means the way, metaphysical means the device.

No way, is that the way?

Is it not to stick to the rules, just like the Master ... Really momentless?

Ning Que wants to cultivate to the momentless freedom, and there is infinite distance.

But he was in this moment, but vaguely understood some of the truth.

There are many things in the world that cannot be calculated. Just like Long Qing, no matter how well calculated, there will still be many accidents. For example, this feast, he has always refused to give up.

On the contrary, just follow your heart and do n’t think about the consequences, or you will have a better ending. So-called hole cards, so-called coping, what do you want to do so much?

Ning thought about these things, he still lowered his head and knelt at the bottom of the pit.

His right hand was covered with blood, holding an iron bow.

He waved his iron bow and waved forward.

He didn't see it, he didn't think about it, he waved it casually, but he was so chic.

Long Qing wanted to avoid it, but found that it could not be avoided.

Ning Que waved his iron bow as if he had written that sum in Changan City.

It turns out that writing characters and writing are the same. The more unintentional, the better.

Chicken soup has no owner at the time of writing, so it is best to move everyone.

This wave of his heart is unintentional, so he can't avoid it.

A crackling sound!

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

Ning Que's iron bow didn't know when he had crossed the river wind, and it was wrapped around Longqing's neck!

Long Qing snorted, raised the sword, and used the black natal peach blossom at the hilt to resist the tough bowstring.

Fell on the beach, and the blood on his body was smeared with mud.

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

Long Qing carried the black peach sword upside down, and Jian Feng was about to touch his chest and abdomen.

He pushed out all his thoughts in the sea, and called for countless days of breath, but he couldn't escape.

Ning's lack of power is particularly terrible at this time.

Seems to have only two paths left to Longqing: either hanged by an iron bow, or stabbed to death by his own sword.

Snorted softly.

Jian Feng passed through his clothes and stabbed into Long Qing's body!

He did not die because there was a hole in the chest and abdomen.

This dark sword passes through the hole!

Poof!

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

Long Qing ’s chest hole 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.

Black Sword is only one inch away from Ning Que's heart.

The right to choose is in Long Qing's hands. If he does not use the hilt against the bow of the iron bow, Jian Feng can continue to penetrate Ning Que's body, but only then, his neck will be cut by the bow.

'S right to choose is also in Ning Que's hands. If he no longer continues to try to strangle Longqing with a bow string, then Longqing's sword will not continue to penetrate his body.

This is the real life and death together.

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

They are all people who survive like wild dogs. No matter what peak they climb to, at the last moment, they will eventually bite each other like wild dogs.

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

Ning Que was behind him and said, "The Academy is not good."

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

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

During the brief conversation, the two were actually working hard.

The bowstring made a squeaky noise, and the blade of the sword pierced into Ning Que's body, slowly deepening.

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

Ning Que said: "Do not want to die does not mean fear of death, and you say this sentence proves that you are afraid of death."

Long Qing seemed to be extremely insulted and screamed angrily: "How can I be afraid of death!"

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

Long Qing gasped and said, "So what?"

"You looked down, I didn't look down."

Ning lacked a few breaths of muddy air and said without expression: "So you die, I live."

The sound of the party fell, he burst out all the power, the remaining last power, and pulled the iron bow backward!

Long Qing made an angry roar!

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

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

An indescribable absolute pain, spread throughout Ning Que's whole body, making him unable to tremble autonomously, his face pale as snow, his lips as blue as ink, shouting in pain!

what! ! ! !

Ning Que shouted in pain, pulling his hands back and forth!

There is a soft sound!

Long Qing's neck was broken.

His whole body was scattered, lying like a puppet, lying on the mudflat.

Ning Que breathed quickly, his eyes were a little loose, his hands holding the iron bow trembling slightly, he didn't wake up a little after a long time, he let go, and rolled to the side.

He has a very deep blood hole on his chest ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He has a serious damage to his heart.

He curled up in pain, wrapped his arms around, and trembling non-stop.

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

Long Qing was lying beside him, looking at the dark sky with his eyes, full of perplexity.

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

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

As Ning Que said, if Long Qing is not afraid of dying and gathers the power of both him and Ning Que, his black sword can definitely pierce Ning Que ’s heart, but then he will also die.

These years, Long Qing lived very painfully, but he didn't want to die.

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

So he died.

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