Nightfall

Volume Two Chapter 268 The Lake of Winter

"This is all your means?"

"Do you think this would kill me?"

"I haven't come up with my most powerful method yet, don't say you can't do it. ~~"

The bleak noise returned to Dàng on the Snow Lake. Xiahou walked towards the south bank of Yanming Lake in the night. Because of the injury of the tuǐ, he walked slowly, and his voice shook, but his footsteps were still stable. , His manner is still so powerful and immortal.

Ning Que, who was standing by the cliff, looked at Xiahou, who was walking slowly on the ice of Yehu Lake, with no expression on his face, but his mood was a little strange, and he felt the cold brought by the wind and snow.

The thirteenth arrow in the arrow box has been shone, and hundreds of pieces of rune paper accumulated in two years of hard work have turned into yellow waterfalls and colorful storms in the house on the north bank of the lake, and a small iron kettle in the mud at the bottom of the winter lake After all the detonations, his most powerful means seem to have been fully used, but he still failed to kill Xiahou, and he couldn't even stop this person from walking slowly towards the south bank.

This is the strength of the martial arts peak powerhouse?

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The snow falling on the city walls is going to become thinner.

The older brother looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, the worried look could not be concealed between the clean eyebrows, and the old cotton-padded jacket shivered slightly, as if hesitating to float.

Ye Su looked a little bit cold. He didn't expect that the battle on the Winter Lake would present such a situation. From the beginning to the present, Xiahou would be fully controlled and would be so injured.

"I have to admit that Ning Que gave me a lot of surprises. The Master's disciple Guan Mén was not an ordinary person, but it is a pity that he will eventually die tonight."

He looked at the master and said, "Unless you shoot."

The master understood the meaning of this sentence.

Tonight, the world's strongest people gathered in Chang'an City, and only he and Junmo came forward to create a fair environment for Ning Que. Junmo was responsible for watching the Tang Dynasty military, while he was responsible for watching this Haotiandao mén's peerless Genius, correspondingly, he and Junmo were also watched by each other.

If he shoots, then Ye Su will definitely shoot.

I didn't know what I remembered, and the expression on the master's face gradually calmed down.

"The teacher often asked me to learn from the younger brothers. I have been thinking about what I should learn. Now I want to come to learn his attitude when he encounters difficulties."

He looked at the direction of Yanming Lake and said, "The most admirable place for Junior Brother is himself, he is his own sky, and there is no limit. When everyone in the world thinks he is not good, he often can move forward. One more step, one more step on the stone steps. This is true when he enters the academy, when he climbs into the old academy, and when he climbs into the second floor, so how can there be an accident tonight? "

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A lot of torches were lit outside the Yulin military camp, and the surroundings were extremely bright. The snow bridge outside the camp looked like a yù belt, and the man wearing a high crown on the snow bridge looked like yù. Bring the fairy.

As the wind and snow drifts, time continues to pass.

From day to night at this time, I don't know how long it has passed, the confrontation of Xueqiao has continued.

The second brother of the Academy, Jun Mo, has been sitting on the snow bridge.

General Xu Shi and the powerful Yulin Army, the general of the town, stayed under the snow bridge.

General Xu Shi leaned on the railing under the snow bridge and looked at the second elder brother sitting cross-legged in the snow on the bridge. He coughed painfully and said, "Ning Que's challenge to Xiahou, in my opinion, is to me The provocation of Datang military's dignity, so I want to stop this battle. "

Brother II slowly raised his head, looking at the leader of the Datang military, Bo Xuexu, who was covering his eyebrows, fell and said, "Since the battle has begun, words are not necessary."

"Yes, it is unnecessary."

Xu Shixue's eyebrows drifted away, watching him angry and said: "So you must rather die to die?"

Brother II said: "Since the battle has begun, there will naturally be life and death. As a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, don't you understand this simple truth?"

After a short pause, he said indifferently: "Besides that Xiahou is not a great person, who dare to say that my younger brother will lose?"

In the eyes of Mr. Shuyuan II, Datang Wang Xiahou may not really be a terrifying opponent, but now he is playing against Ninghou.

Xu Shi thought so, and then said indifferently: "There is no miracle in the world."

Senior Brother II looked at him and said seriously: "The Academy is where miracles are created."

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"If you can't kill this person after fifteen years of preparation, the rest can only be destined, but the teacher said that there has never been any destiny in this world."

Ning Que stood thinking on the cliff. He glanced up at the sky, looked down at the man walking on the snow lake, raised his brow slowly, and asked, "Can we really ... can we succeed?"

After the arrow box was empty, Sang Sang opened her eyes. She held a **** umbrella, looked at Ning Que's eyes, and nodded very hard, saying, "Because we must succeed."

Ning Que laughed, thinking that this is true, no matter if there is any destiny in the world, no matter whether he can succeed or not, he must succeed, then in addition to success, he should not think about anything else.

He looked at the overbearing figure on Snow Lake and said, "You only have a pair of powerless fists, half of the corpse, and I have a fresh knife. Why can't I hack you?"

On the Snow Lake, Xiahou's body was slightly sluggish.

In this moment of condensed time, Ning Que extended his right hand, held the knife handle in the cold wind, and his fingers felt the familiar tactile feel of the cashmere grass, suddenly tightening.

With a choking sound, he chōu out of the sheath with Park knife.

Since many years ago, in order to target the three-person assassin group under Xiahou, Ning Que was accustomed to carrying three knives. Later, he no longer needed to target those assassins, but only against Xiahou himself, so he asked the six brothers of the college to take these three Combined the knife into a knife today.

This knife is very slender, but extremely heavy, smooth lines but not beautiful, the blade is not sharp, plain and simple, it is an authentic knife used to kill people.

Ning Que held the knife with one hand and rushed down the cliff.

The cliff is very steep, and his speed is getting faster and faster, about to become a black shadow.

The shadow behind the shadow of the black sè is the shadow of the knife.

I don't know what the reason is, Ning Que always insisted that he did not engrave the line on this knife, but let it keep the original appearance, smooth and simple to the extreme.

Probably because he wanted to show the simplest swordsmanship.

Because he firmly believes that the simplest is the most powerful.

Just as he rushed down the cliff at this time, he cut the knife towards the powerful man on the snow lake.

He is clearly more than a hundred feet away from Xiahou.

But his sword has already appeared in advance.

He dashed straight, then swept, then lifted diagonally, and finally cut.

Ning Que is ready to do so.

He knew that Xiahou could understand that he was going to do this.

He wanted to know how Xiahou would pick it up.

If Xiahou really took the knife, then he believed it was his chance.

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Xia Hou did not choose to pick up Ning Que's long-awaited sword, nor did he fight back with an iron fist like he always did, nor did he like to deal with Yan Guo assassins in the barracks. Shocked two powerful dòng realms into idiots.

Because he was injured in Tang ’s hand, his armor was chopped by the blood knife of Demon Sect, and his body still hides many of Tang ’s fist intentions. He is not in his peak state, and previously, he was in Ning Que's Fu Storm and the offensive of arrows and huā were also seriously injured.

Xia Hou did not choose to evade the blade. As the pinnacle of martial arts, the best is the melee. Where would he fear this simple and powerful sword?

Earlier he said that he still had the most powerful method unused.

At this moment he finally moved.

He stood on the snow lake, closed his eyes, and stretched his **** hands into the cold night breeze. The mind in the sea squirted out through the Qihai Snow Mountain, and suddenly merged into the heaven and earth around Yanming Lake. A strand of róu synthetic rope, traveling a few miles in an instant, landed somewhere on the north shore.

Outside the courtyard on the northern shore of Yanming Lake, a **** military flag stands.

That is the flag of Xiahou's king.

The military flag slowly dancing in the night breeze seemed to hear the military order, and suddenly tightened up, dancing uneasy in front of the courtyard mén, like a monster who wanted to break free of the iron chain and fight in front of the battle!

Before Xiahou was admitted to the hospital, the military flag was deep into the stone ground, and several stone cracks were shocked beside the flagpole. At this time, the military flag danced unsteadily, the flagpole shuddered and wobbled, and the stone cracks on the ground suddenly became deeper and wider. Spreading around, it looked like a cobweb.

In the crackling sound, the stone ground under the flagpole cracked, the gravel splashed around, and the **** military flag struggled out of the ground, roared, and flew towards Yanming Lake.

A hurricane in front of the courtyard.

The blood flag piece torn into pieces by the wind fell.

In the deep night clouds above Yanming Lake, a horrible buzzing sounded, and a dark shadow could be seen faintly.

It seems that there is a saint walking the sword in the cloud.

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Ning Que didn't even know that a weird picture had taken place in front of his courtyard, not to mention that the **** military flag had shattered, leaving only the flagpole roaring in the clouds.

He was sprinting on the cliff at this time, only the figure of Xiahou outside Baizhang was in his eyes, but at this moment, his heart suddenly produced a warning sign, and a piece of debris in the depths of the sea suddenly brightened.

In the electric light and fire stone, he stepped heavily on a rock protruding from the cliff wall with his right foot, forcibly twisting his body in the air, facing the direction of the night cloud. The dance in front of him became an airtight knife huā, where the knife huā swept, the cliff stone luàn flew!

The night cloud on the lake suddenly became big, and a stick-shaped black shadow broke out of the cloud, and it fell to the edge of the cliff. It was extremely arrogant and unreasonable, and poked hard into the knife huā in front of him.

A loud noise.

Ning Que felt an irresistible great power and passed it down to Pu Dao.

His body was still in the air, he was severely hit hard, and suddenly fell sharply, and then fell quickly, crashing hard into the snow lake under the cliff, rising from the sky to the snow.

Ning Que stood up from the snow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ wiped the blood from the side of chún, and looked at the dark stick held in Xiahou's hand at this time.

Xiahou looked at him, his eyes narrowed gradually, and he seemed to find something very strange.

Ning Que asked, "What is this?"

Xiahou said: "Gun."

Only the flagpole remained in the blood flag.

The flagpole is the gun.

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