Nightfall

Volume One The Empire in the Morning] Volume Two The Winter Lake Chapter 285 The Blood Banner Does Not Fall

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The second volume of Winter Lake 285th blood flag will not fall

The winter lake under the snow at night should have been quiet and dark, but tonight the lake surface is a gust of wind, and from time to time horrible explosions and firelight sounded.

A lot of iron lotus bloomed in the frozen lotus field, the thick snow on the lake surface was thrown up by the invisible force, spilled into the dark night sky, the thick ice layer collapsed and burst, as if the ink-like cold lake water was constantly beating on the black The opening of the cave, shocked the snow-like waves, and then dissipated in the real snow.

In the withered remnant lotus, Xiahou was once again swayed by the air waves, accompanied by the screaming iron sheet shuttle, his mountain-like body broke through the wind and seemed to be thrown onto the night cloud.

On the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, Sang Sang held a **** umbrella tightly in one hand, clutching Ning Que's clothes with one hand, and closed his eyes with his head closed. He didn't go to see the chaotic pictures on the lake in front of the cliff, but he seemed to be able to capture clearly To the position of everything, whispered two figures again.

Listening to the two numbers, Ning Que did not hesitate to bend his bow and arrow, and shot towards the distant night cloud above the slope, it was dark, he could not see clearly what was there, but he knew that Xiahou was there There.

Blizzard fell in the sky, it was dark, and the arrow road was invisible. Only the sharp arrow whistle of Yuan Thirteen Arrow could be heard, and when people heard the arrow whistle, it was already the next moment.

The night clouds over Yanming Lake suddenly fluctuated, and the atmosphere of the world was chaotic, as if a thunder burst in the black clouds, and the dim clouds fled around in murmurs.

The night cloud burst and blood splashed.

Xiahou fell from a height, and this time he could no longer maintain his balance, hitting heavily on the ice, and several deep cracks appeared on the ice.

A cold, dark iron arrow penetrated deeply through his left arm.

Because of anger and pain, Xiahou's eye pupil seemed to be burning, like a wounded beast king, he grasped the iron arrow tail, pulled the arrow out of his upper arm, and continued to run toward the south bank.

He only had time to take three steps forward.

There was another huge explosion at the bottom of the lotus field and the silt.

The ice on his feet suddenly cracked, almost swallowing his body into the dark and cold lake water, and the ensuing waves and flames and the sinister and terrible sharp iron pieces.

When the fluctuations in the lake water reached the foot of the military boots through the ice, Xiahou responded in a timely manner with the ability of a martial arts pinnacle strongman.

He stepped **** his military boots, got out of the frozen lake and came into the air, then threw his fists in front of him like lightning.

Xia Hou snorted tens of feet abruptly until he exited the lotus field.

Dozens of small pieces of iron appeared on his arms and his body that could not be covered. Blood oozed out of the wound and looked like wild grass in autumn.

The continuous hard resistance to the explosion in the lotus field, especially the continuous hard connection of Ning Que's thirteen arrows, even if Xiahou is a martial arts peak power, his spirit and blood are also very severely consumed.

The heaven and earth vitality condensed on the body surface has collapsed, and can no longer protect his body. Under the influence of Mozong true qi, the skin is as strong as the stone. Now there are countless wounds on the surface. The **** look looked extremely embarrassed.

At this moment, another arrow of thirteen yuan penetrated the burning dry lotus and snow, and quietly came to Xiahou in front of him, but he did not give him any breathing opportunities.

Xiahou put his palms together and forcibly clamped the horrible iron arrow in front of him. His body retreated ten feet on the ice. Under the snow and ice, his face was pale, and more and more blood was flowing from the corner of his lips.

Ning Que stood under the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake and watched silently all the movements on the lake below the cliff. When Xiahou retreated again after being blown back, he first determined by the flash of the explosion. Position, just after hearing the position reported by Sang Sang, finger stroked the bowstring.

Archery is the most powerful method of cutting the firewood in Subbi Lake, but ordinary bows and arrows in the past did not make much sense to martial arts practitioners, and once the weapon of Yuan 13 arrows appeared in the world, then in a sense That said, Ning Que became a nightmare for all practitioners.

Ning Que ’s archery movement is not fast, but he has a wonderful sense of rhythm. With that sense of rhythm, from Sang Sang ’s direction, to the time when the iron arrow leaves the bowstring, the process is like that. The waiting process implies some rationality.

In the face of this powerful archery, the more important thing is that there is Sang Sang beside him. No matter how strong Xiahou is, he can't avoid the silent but powerful iron arrows.

He can only resist hard, can only stand hard, and can only bleed continuously. It depends on whether Ning Que's thirteen iron arrows are shot, whether his blood will run out, and whether he can rush to Ning Que's body.

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The speed of Yuan Thirteen Arrows is too amazing, far faster than the speed of sound propagation, so only when it hits the target, the sound of Arrow Whistle will propagate diagonally to both sides.

By the wooden bridge on the west bank of Yanming Lake, the reeds suddenly shook, and the blue robe on Ye Hongyu's body fluttered, and then she heard the arrow.

"Yuan Thirteen Arrows?"

Ye Hongyu looks slightly stern.

She has seen Yuan Thirteen Arrows on the snowy cliffs of the wasteland and the banks of Daming Lake. She knows the power of this arrow that gathers the wisdom of the second floor of the Academy.

However, tonight there was a lot of snow and snow, reeds were shaking, and in the aftermath of Jian Xiao, her clothes in robe were screaming, and she discovered that, but a year later, Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen arrows became even more terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, the explosion in the lotus field of Yanming Lake reached the snow bridge.

She frowned and said, "What is this?"

Explosions, flashes of fire, flashes of screaming iron, and horrible arrows in the night snow made her face pale.

Looking at the lake in the east, she suddenly said a very puzzling sentence: "I am dead."

Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang have been standing at the end of the wooden bridge.

They paid attention to the battle on the lake, worried about Ning Que and Sang Sang, and were silent.

Ye Hongyu did not know what the explosion was, but Chen Pipi was the one who had seen the small iron kettle test, but he did not explain.

Just as Ye Hongyu said the three words, he looked at the distant arrows and thunderous fire, his expression complex, and said, "I am also dead."

They are still standing on the wooden bridge intact, and naturally they are not dead.

But when they heard the explosion and the arrow sound from Yanming Lake, they all said the same thing.

I'm dead.

Ye Hongyu is a Taoist idiot in the Xiling Temple, and Chen Pipi is the youngest cultivator of the Fate Realm in the world. The two of them are the most talented and powerful young men in the Taoist gate of Haotian.

The reason why they will say I am dead is because they watched the battle silently, confirming that if they were in the position of Xiahou, facing Ning's fierce and fierce fifteen years of combat preparation from summer to winter, they could only support this at most. At this moment, it will die.

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Snowy city wall.

Ye Su said: "I never thought that a practitioner of Dongxuan Realm can make such a big noise. It seems that I still underestimated Ning Que, but what happened to the explosions in the lotus field?"

The brother did not speak.

As a master of the academy, he naturally knows what happened to the explosions, but like Chen Pipi, he will not tell others the skill of the young master.

Looking at the direction of Yanming Lake, Ye Su was silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head and said, "If Ning Que's method is used against other practitioners, it is really a must-have weapon. The explosion of Xiahou killed Xiahou, still not enough. "

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The snow on Yanming Lake gradually stopped, and the blizzard in the palace continued.

The hall under the night snow was brightly lit, the raven was silent, and naturally there was no chilling cry.

Everyone knows what is happening in the city of Chang'an, so everyone inside and outside the hall looks a bit different. The guards hold the cold knife handle and are standing outside the hall vigilantly. At this time, no sound will occur.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty didn't wear normal clothes tonight, but wore a bright yellow robe, leaning against the soft slump, holding a scroll in his hand and reading it, but he didn't know if he could see it.

The Queen Mother sits in the chair beside the couch, her gentle and luxurious face in the past, but today there is no trace of expression, faintly can see the worry and anger in the depths of her eyes.

Datang State Master Li Qingshan and Yudi Huangyang Master sat peacefully in front of the Imperial Couch. Today, the strong are gathered in the city of Chang'an. Therefore, the two most powerful and trustworthy dignitaries in the imperial court must be in the palace.

His Majesty the Emperor slowly lowered the scroll in his hand, looking towards the snow falling outside the temple in the night, looking towards the direction of Yanming Lake in the south, clearing his brows slightly, and wondering what he was thinking.

Although Xiahou is the unknown elder brother of the Queen, from the emotional perspective, His Majesty prefers Ning Que to win, because His Majesty has always regarded himself as a Confucius student, so in his view, Ning Que is his own little teacher.

"It's a magnificent breath." Li Qingshan felt the fluctuation of the world and the earth's vitality coming from Yanming Lake, and said, "Ning Que's Fujian is really terrible."

The empress queen suddenly raised her head and watched the emperor's majesty tremble and said, "It is fair to gather the wisdom of the back hill of the academy and build the power of the Tang Dynasty to create such a rune."

The emperor was silent, he did not want to make his wife more sad.

Master Yang Yang, who has been silent for a while, suddenly said calmly: "It is fair, but Ning lacks preparation for a longer time, he has prepared for fifteen years."

After saying this, he and Li Qingshan left their seats and walked into the snow outside the hall at night, leaving the palace, which was quiet and full of complexity, to His Majesty and the Queen.

There is a pavilion at the back of the hall, and an ancient bell hangs in the pavilion.

Thick snow accumulated on the pavilion eaves, and shallow snow accumulated on the ancient clock.

Li Qingshan and Huang Yang walked into the pavilion and stood beside the ancient bell.

Looking at the South, Li Qingshan frowned deeply and said, "It's not enough."

The monk Huang Yang said: "I didn't expect you to hope that Ning Que would also win."

Li Qingshan said: "People's emotional tendencies are uncontrolled. Although Xiahou is the elder of my Taoist door, Ning Que is the only descendant of his brother."

Then he said sadly: "He prepared for fifteen years, but the result was not good."

The monk Huang Yang stretched out his palms and gently wiped the snow from the ancient clock, saying, "Ning was short of the Taoist Taoism, and once came to the Wanyan Pagoda and asked me, I also hope he can win, but I have something in mind. It does n’t work as expected. If preparation takes longer, whoever wins, what is the point of practicing? "

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After the blizzard came to a halt, the air waves generated by the explosion gradually calmed down, and the night breeze also became a lot softer. The Yanming Lake in the middle of the night was quiet, and the night clouds on the lake gradually showed a gap. Looking at the ground, want to see what happened before.

Most of the night vaults are covered by thick black clouds, and the stars are hidden at once, but they are shed with some light, a little visible, I see a wolf on the ice of the snow lake, withered lotus It has long been broken into powder, and dozens of spooky black holes appeared in the lotus field, which looked chilling.

A burly man knelt on one knee on the ice and knelt in front of the black holes. The clothes on his body were ragged. I do n’t know if there were dozens or hundreds of pieces of iron. The snow on the lake stained the snow around his knees.

The red on the night snow and winter lake is actually more like black.

The place where the burly man kneels is only a hundred feet away from the south bank of Yanming Lake.

Ning Que stood on the cliff by the lake and stared at the lake.

For fighting and archery, he had a black uniform, sleeves and trousers fastened by Sang Sang with a cloth rope. At this time, his body, especially his right arm, was trembling violently, so the black academic uniform screamed in the lake wind. .

The use of Yuan Thirteen Arrows requires a lot of physical strength and mental energy. At the beginning, Ning Que could only shoot a few arrows. Now he can practice all the thirteen iron arrows in the arrow box, which is still great for him. The burden, plus hundreds of symbols in the lake house, the small iron kettle in the mud at the bottom of the lake, he used all his means. At this time, his ability to know the sea was almost exhausted.

His eyes were unusually bright, his face pale and haggard, his right arm was extremely weak, his right shoulder seemed to be torn apart in pain, and he might fall down at any time when he was weak.

But he did not fall.

He waited for Xiahou Xian on the lake to fall.

Xiahou kneeled down on the snow lake on one knee. He finally failed to block Ning Que ’s last thirteenth arrow, the cold and dark iron arrow, and passed directly through his calf bone.

If this iron arrow was hit by an ordinary practitioner, the leg must be broken.

Xiahou is not an ordinary practitioner, his legs are not broken, and the iron arrow cannot even pass through his legs, but this brings him more serious injuries and greater pain.

Xiahou held out the iron arrow on his calf with his right hand and tried to pull out the arrow. However, his hand was trembling so much that he failed.

He added a left hand with a blank expression.

Two iron hands slammed hard, and the hard iron arrow was broken by him!

This action will inevitably bring great pain.

Xiahou Tiemei raised his eyebrows as if the blood lips covered with rouge opened, and there was an extremely sad howling.

The terrible and terrible howling echoed on the quiet snow lake, the icy snow and ice flew, and even the willows on the shore flew up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Xiahou's knees straightened and stood up .

At this time he was covered in blood, and looked embarrassed and miserable, but once standing on the snow lake, it was domineering, like an indestructible mountain.

It is more like the blood flag outside the gate of the north shore of Yanming Lake.

The blood flag roared and danced in the cold wind, but it never seemed to fall.

Xiahou looked towards the cliff on the south cliff.

There was no expression on his pale face, and there was obviously pain in his trembling voice, but what he said still showed a strong and powerful meaning.

"Ning Que, is that all?"

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(There is still today.)

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