Nightfall

Who said that you can't shoot people without arrows?

Many people will say so.

Before the sound of the string sounded on the river beach where the clouds and mists dispersed, no one in the world had ever seen an empty string killing, because Ning was missing in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple. While fleshing, Long Qing and his subordinates were fleeing down the mountain without seeing the scene.

In Qiu Yu, Ning was ignorant of his destiny. From that moment on, he had the ability to kill with a bowstring. However, in the following years, he had never used it, and pressed it on the deepest part of the arrow box. It was not until today that those strong practitioners who faced the tide were exposed to the world.

Hundreds of strong practitioners are coming over without fear of life or death.

Ning Que pulls the bow string silently.

Buzzing softly! A heavy iron knife was cut in half, and the strong man holding the knife was cut off his right arm, making a painful howl, unable to maintain balance, and fell into the river.

A middle-aged man wearing a robe roared loudly, and the blue sword in his hand turned into a dragon, carrying the river under him, carrying a strong atmosphere of heaven and earth, and slammed into his face.

He raised the iron bow and pulled the bow string against the dragon formed by the river.

Is a buzzing sound again!

The water dragon was cut off, and a crack appeared in the middle-aged man's robe. The crack quickly expanded and the blood spewed out. It instantly stained the red river water. He fell heavily in the blood and could no longer stand up.

A strong tycoon in a leather robe pulled the bowstring and aimed at the opposite bank across the river.

Ning didn't see it or saw it, he shot the bow, and the murderous intention swept through the turbulent splash, with a wet meaning, and then he had a vague shape and came to the other party at an unimaginable speed.

With a snapping sound, the strong bow in the hand of the strong man of the East Account broke from the middle, and the bow string was split into two pieces in the air. The scattered string flower was more beautiful than the water flower, and the broken bow was hit hard. On his face, it hit his eyes exactly, hitting a mixture of blood and juice.

However, the strong man in the East account did not mourn or scream, because after the murderous intention attached to Ning Que's string cut off his hard bow, he did not dissipate, but continued to move forward, directly cutting off his neck and his head. In the river water, it was like a stone.

Only needs to bend the bow, not need to take an arrow, it is a clear shot, but there is a real killing intention.

This is Ning Que's method of killing with an iron bow.

His movements are very stable, and his right hand is transformed into a residual image of Dao Dao. No matter whether it is Dao Jian or Feather Arrow, it is impossible to kill faster than Li Xian's killing intention. What's more, the killing intention is invisible and qualityless, how to prevent it?

The turbulent river was instantly red with blood, just a photo, and several powerful men died. Before his lightning-controlled string movement, there was no enemy at all.

Ning Que looked at the figure of Long Qing who was about to hide into the forest in the distance, and walked towards the river. At that time, the hundreds of strong practitioners had already come to his side and the **** battle continued.

Countless swords, swords, feathers and arrows flew in a vertical and horizontal direction, cutting the air on the river into a turbulent cyclone, just like the rushing river, which contains countless dangers.

Even if Yining lacked the strength of the body, under such high-density and high-strength attacks, he still suffered some injuries. The black hospital uniform was already broken, and some blood could be seen under the ribs.

But his expression was still calm. He walked silently to the opposite bank. He held the bow with his left hand and controlled the string with his right hand. From time to time he raised his arm to aim and pulled the bow string with his right hand. The whole movement was stable to a perfect level.

He was not disturbed by any attacks-those attacks wanted to kill him, but could not kill him instantly, so those who wanted to attack him would be killed by his iron bow.

With a sweet bow, a blood line appeared on the body of a strong practitioner. No matter how sturdy armor the man is wearing or a strong body after practicing martial arts, he can't stop the blood line from reaching the deepest part of the flesh until it is cut in half, or the limb is broken or died.

No one can stop Ning Que's footsteps, not even the attack of giving up his life and forgetting death. The war group composed of hundreds of strong practitioners is even driven by him to retreat!

Hundreds of people were taken back by an iron bow!

The strings kept ringing, buzzing and humming, like a whistle, like the sounds on the Guangchai field in front of the Baita Temple in Chaoyang City of the Yuelun Kingdom, except that the master and brother broke hundreds of bow strings that day. The reason is to prevent Ning Que from being killed. Today, Ning Que keeps on pulling the strings, in order to kill people as quickly as possible.

Walks and walks and shoots, there is blood splattering constantly, and someone falls in the river water.

Ning Que walked to the middle of the river. He stood on a slightly protruding reef, facing the mountain forest on the other side of the wind. The wind of the river was blowing his hair. He was so silent and powerful.

More than two hundred strong practitioners who are still alive, either standing in the turbulent river, or standing on the bank, looking at him, look a little complicated, and temporarily stopped the attack.

The earthworm shook the tree and talked about how easy, I am invincible in the world-this sentence is used to describe Liu Bai, Ning Que has not yet reached that level, but Iron Bow is in hand, who can be his opponent in close combat in the world? ?

Ning Que looked at the mountain and said, "Since you are not convinced, you should stand up and fight against me in the end, why should you let these people die?"

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Longqing is not on the riverside, but in the jungle behind the cliff.

He looked at the **** picture of the curtain on the river, silent and quiet.

Ning Que is very powerful—although Ning Que's ability to kill people with a string of bows alone exceeds his imagination, but this person's power is originally his expectation, so he is immovable.

Long Qing heard Ning Que's words at this time. Instead of getting angry because of humiliation and ridicule, he raised his lips slightly and laughed silently because he knew that Ning Que was telling jokes.

Before he and Ning Que, there will never be a sympathy, because they are not heroes, and they will not fight like Junmo and Ye Su, because they are not gentlemen.

Ning's lack of shots is the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrow sneak attack, how can he be qualified to say that he is outnumbered?

Long Qing knew his shamelessness, in order to defeat him, he must be equally shameless even more—for victory, he can sell his soul at all costs, it does n’t matter, what else?

The door had already been shaken, and he did not return to Taoshan. The northeastern frontier of the Tang Dynasty had already penetrated into Yanjing. As long as the elder brother responded to the misconduct a little, Cheng Jing would be slaughtered, and he would not return to his old capital.

He doesn't care about these things, he only cares about Ning Que.

Why? Because of disobedience.

How can I serve? Of course, it is not an upright victory over the opponent, but killing the opponent.

Is dead, and he will naturally take it.

He and Ning lack two people, whoever dies first must be served.

Long Qing understood this truth, and Ning Que also understood this truth.

So Ning Que's sentence was just a joke, so he laughed.

Long Qing smiled, because he knew he was about to win.

Ning Que ran out of rune papers in Weicheng and exhausted the awe-inspiring spirit in Qinghe County. He could still write runes, but he had no ready-made rune papers. If he wanted to write runes, he would have to expend his energy, and he would also be able to cast the Haotian Shenhui However, he has no aura that has been raised for many years in his abdomen, and he wants to store the world's vitality in his body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It takes a lot of energy.

Everyone knows that Ning Que, like Ye Hongyu, is also a cultivator of numerous peculiar geniuses. After Xiahou, it is difficult for someone to force out all his cards. With his current strength, it is even more impossible.

But he rushed around to kill people, even if he recuperated in the Lanke Temple for a period of time, it was impossible to be as powerful as when he left Changan City. Some means he could not regain in a short time.

Long Qing's thing to do is to force him to waste his mind.

He lured Ning Que to shoot out that iron arrow. He let hundreds of the last, most loyal, and most powerful subordinates attack without fear of life and death, and sent his servants to die in order to consume Ning Que's thoughts.

Mental power is the foundation of spiritual practice, the firewood of the fighting flame, everything is everything.

No one ever thought of defeating Ning Que by consuming mental power, because his mental power is extremely powerful, and it is also a thing that many people know, but Long Qing dare to think so, so he thought so.

Because only he himself knows the fact.

No one has the ability to think, can be more and stronger than him!

Ning Que can not!

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