Nightfall

Volume III Eventful Autumn Chapter 37 Seven Arrows

The stone flakes and floats, there is no return, but at least you can see the beautiful ripples on the water, the meat buns hit the dog, it is not going back, but at least the dog who eats the meat bun will bark twice, but rather The first iron arrow without a shot, after entering the black peach blossom, did not react.

It has been planned for a long time, and it can even be said to be the strongest attack of the killing. The enemy easily resolves to the invisible. If it is an ordinary person, seeing such a picture may produce despair.

Ning Que does not have this emotion.

The strong man who knew the realm of life has been lurking in the dark, trying to distract his attention with more than ten black rides on the mountain road, or consume the iron arrows in his box, then it means that the person is afraid and even fears Yuan 13 Arrows, in this case, this arrow must not be ineffective.

In addition to his rational analysis, what kept him full of confidence was the distinctive characteristics of the academy in him, the pride and self-confidence that became stronger the longer he was next to the Master.

Yuan Shijian Arrow is the collective wisdom of the Academy. Ning Que believes that no one in this world can ignore its power. Even a superpower such as Jian Sheng Liu Bai or Xiling Great Priest or Second Brother Brother, it is impossible to quietly Silently turn the iron arrow into the invisible.

In the spring two years ago, Fu Jian started, Ning Que first shot, and Brother II waved his sleeve lightly, but the sleeve was also torn apart by an iron arrow.

The man hidden behind the maple tree is a strong man who knows the fate of the realm. Compared with the second brother, what is it? How can he resolve the iron arrow so easily?

The black peach blossoms on the maple trees seemed to have swallowed the iron arrows like an endless abyss, without any impact. Ning Que was sure, and the other party must have paid the price and was hurt, but I still ca n’t see it for the time being, but Not seeing does not mean that it does not exist.

So he did not hesitate and shot the second iron arrow without stopping.

The iron arrow broke through, shot into the black peach flower, and disappeared again. The maple trunk wetted by autumn rain shivered a little, except for nothing else.

Ning Que has a calm expression, no fear in her eyes, and even more despair.

He shot the third iron arrow.

The iron arrow disappeared into the black peach flower again. This time, the wet maple tree shook a little harder, and the red leaves fell from the tip, falling with the autumn wind and falling towards the ground.

Ning Que shoots another arrow.

The black peach flower finally changed. The invisible and intangible black petals condensed by the breath of pure heaven and earth tremble. There are signs of withering on the edge, which seems to fall with the red leaves.

Ning Que shot the fifth iron arrow.

The sharp arrow clusters pierced fiercely on a petal of black peach blossom.

This time it finally hit its body.

An extremely deep crack appeared on a petal of the black peach flower.

A loud noise!

The black peach blossoms disappeared and disappeared. The hard maple tree bears the rest of the power of the iron arrow on the front. Wherever it can stand, a huge hole is suddenly blasted out, and the rattling sound is interrupted in two.

The dense red leaves of the maple tree, which was struck by the arrow body, shook into countless pieces of silk and shattered toward the sky in the temple courtyard, and then was poured by the dense autumn rain and sprinkled to the ground.

The maple leaves smudged the autumn rain into blood and landed on the ground, on the broken maple body, on the person behind the maple, and on the silver mask on his face.

The silver mask covered half of the young man's face. Only half of the face was exposed. He could still imagine his beauty, but at this time he was covered with **** rain and looked miserable.

Ning Que and Sang Sang looked at the man behind the maple tree, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

In the house near Yanming Lake, Ye Hongyu once mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, saying that this person may be alive, but they did not pay attention, because even if the person is still alive, it must have been abandoned.

However, this person is actually still alive, and more powerful than then.

"You are still alive."

Ning Que looked at the young man in the black robes in Qiu Yu, thinking of the continuous battles and hatreds with this man over the years, and he couldn't help being slightly lost.

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The half of Long Qing's face outside the silver mask was extremely pale, almost without a trace of blood, as if he had never seen the sun for a long time, and a trace of blood was dripping slowly from the corner of his lips.

Ning Que did not hesitate, and his fierce and unusually continuous Wuzhiyuan thirteen arrows eventually left an indelible mark on his destiny peach blossom, and he was naturally injured not badly.

After encountering adventures, advancing into the realm of knowledge, and continuously defeating the heads of many sectarian sects in the world, he used gray-eye exercises to make his mind more powerful. At this time, Longqing is undoubtedly at his best stage. Fan Ningqian lacked confidence in his victory. However, he did not expect that he would be injured as soon as he met him.

He did not expect that Ning Que would ignore the threat of the more than ten black rides and bet on his life to deal with himself. In addition, there is a more important reason.

After he entered the realm of knowledge, it was the real way to get the truth. He could understand the true law of the flow of the breath of heaven and earth. If he wanted to avoid the Ningqian Yuan 13 arrows, there should be a better way, just like breaking on the snowy cliff Ye Hongyu, who has entered the fate, may also be embarrassed, but the injury should be lighter.

But Long Qing didn't want to hide.

The first half of his life was destroyed by an iron arrow.

Now he is reborn and seems to be powerful, but the terror power of Yuan Thirteen Arrows is still a shadow in his Dao heart. If there is no frontal victory over Yuan Thirteen Arrows, he ca n’t really wipe out the shadow. He couldn't really feel the pride and power.

This emotion is so strong, this desire is so unstoppable, he can't stop his impulse, he wants to try, can he block the iron arrow head on.

He did so, and he did block it.

Long Qing felt a very spicy breath echoing between his chest and abdomen, and even made his eyes sour. He looked at Ning Que on the carriage, preparing to say something, and suddenly his expression suddenly changed.

At the moment when he saw Long Qing reappearing in front of his eyes, Ning Que was indeed a little lost. If he had time to let him sigh, or he could have a lot of complex emotions, but he was a professional soldier, a standard fighter, and a guy on the shore of Zhuzhu Lake. The chopping wood man, before determining to kill or completely defeat the powerful enemy, he does not allow himself to have any emotional time. He thinks that the sadness of this time is suicide.

Do you say you have to salute each other, ask each other about other matters, greet each other warmly, recall old things, and then just fight? Ning Que and Ye Hongyu both look down on this idiot. In their eyes, Prince Longqing and many strong practitioners are all such idiots. Since they are idiots, why should they live?

Just when the Prince Longqing felt some emotions, some emotions, some emotions, some emotions, when he wanted to say something to Ning Que, to show his pride and strength, just when his eyes had just soured and his lips had just separated, But before he could say a word, Ning Que bowed again.

His movement of pulling the bow and controlling the string is so natural, and even shows a natural atmosphere, which makes people unprepared and vigilant in advance, making people feel unavoidable.

Long Qing's face became paler, and the black road coat wet by autumn rain suddenly floated up. His people were going to melt in the autumn scenery in the temple garden. He could clearly see where he was, but There is always a feeling that when Iron Arrow comes, he will not be there.

With the deep understanding of the law of the flow of heaven and earth, blending oneself with nature and fighting with the power of nature, this is where the real meaning of life is.

The blood-colored pieces fluttered in the wind, seeming to hide Long Qing's body.

Ning Que looked calm and did not see any uneasiness.

Sang Sang held a **** umbrella, looked at the lingering figure of Prince Longqing in the temple courtyard, and made a position.

Ning lacked the loose string, and the arrow came out.

The temples are not far away from the outside, the maple trees have been ruined in autumn rain, and the black peach flowers have been condensed.

This iron arrow perfectly released all the power of Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

The air in the temple fluctuated for a while, and the vitality of the world was suddenly turbulent. Several invisible black peach flowers emerged from nothingness, and the thoughts flowed in front of Longqing.

These black peach blossoms are smaller, not his fateful peach blossoms, but his bodyguard. It was these peach blossoms in the wilderness that made him too miserable before Tang Xiaotang's unreasonable blood knife.

Now that Longqing has entered the realm of knowledge, the defense power of these peach blossoms is even more amazing. It contains a very rich and pure essence of heaven and earth, and it is attached with a terrifying sense of death.

However, after all, it is not the natal peach blossom.

Peach blossoms.

Arrow to.

Peach blossoms.

The black petals shattered, then turned into blue smoke and disappeared in the autumn rain.

Tiejian went forward and came to Longqing.

Shocked expressions appeared on Long Qing's face, and these expressions turned into coldness and fierceness.

Ruthlessness and fierceness towards people and themselves.

He greeted the iron arrow with his chest.

Poof.

Iron Arrow shot through the black coat.

Shot through Long Qing's body.

Shot down the already broken back wall of the temple.

Then shot into the rain, I do not know where to fly.

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A hole was shot in Long Qing's chest.

Standing in front of him, you can see the scenery behind him.

This is not wonderful, very scary.

Anyone who has a hole with a view of the body should not be alive.

Long Qing is still alive, because the hole in his chest was not penetrated at this time, but a long time ago, on the snow cliff, was shot through by Ning Que a dozen miles apart.

Since then, this hole has been there.

Today's iron arrow flew from the arrow hole.

So he didn't die.

But the strong breath attached to the iron arrow still tore the cross section of the organ in the hole.

Long Qing's body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ coughed violently.

Every cough is blood.

Ning Que has taken out the seventh iron arrow and is pulling the bow.

The fingers on the bowstring are no longer stable and tremble slightly.

He knew this was the best opportunity.

It may also be your last chance today.

Long Qing suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were cold.

In the depths of indifference is a vicious wildfire.

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(This is the fourth chapter, and I will definitely continue to write. At this time, I will go to lie down for two or three hours. The circadian clock has been very good recently. I was actually sleepy. I got up at more than six. Things, let's start writing after breakfast, and strive to finish this large plot before evening, so as to make everyone happy.)