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Volume One The Empire in the Morning] Volume Two The Winter Lake Chapter 283

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The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 283 is always not a one-man battle

When Fu Yi started at the lake, Ye Su stood in the wind and snow at the head of the city and said, "Uncle Yan Se really knows people. Who can think of Ning Que's entry into Fu Dao, but these days, they have such means."

In his view, the characters written by Ning Que are not very powerful, and even some of them are obviously a means of getting started. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are ridiculous. However, in less than two years, Ning Que wrote so many Dao Fu really shocked him.

Ye Su was most shocked, but Ning lacked the means of amulet. The sea storm on the lake seemed to be chaotic. In fact, it had its own rules and regulations. The coordination between each rune was perfect. If not, It is also impossible to cause such momentum and form such effects.

The elder brother explained with a smile: "The younger brother is a great calligrapher. The best thing he learned in his life is in brush and ink skills. He has a profound knowledge of how to dismantle words and write words."

Ye Su slightly frowned and said: "I still can't understand, how can he write so many symbols."

Fu Shi is most talented. Whether he is a succumbed successor or Jian Bai Liu Bai, it is difficult to get close to Fu Dao in this life, but this does not mean that he does not have any understanding of Fu Dao.

Any rune can only use the rune he wrote. Even if the rune masters like Master Yanse can leave a few runes to their disciples, the number is definitely not too much.

Writing characters requires a large amount of the symbolist's mind and effort, as well as a large amount of materials. It takes only two years to prepare the magic symbols. Why can we write so many symbols?

"There is nothing else in the academy, that is, there are a lot of materials for spiritual practice. If there are any omissions, the court will also help prepare it. As for the mental power required to write the characters ..."

The master brother smiled and said, "Mr. Ye Su probably doesn't know. The level of virtuosity of the young master's ability to read can be ranked in the forefront of the back hill of my college."

The disciples in the back hill of the academy were not well-known in the world, but Ye Su knew that those people must have wizards. At this time, he heard that Ning Que ’s thoughtfulness was so strong that he could be in the forefront of the back hill of the academy. Some surprises and some surprises.

Just then, the well character appeared over the lakeside house.

Ye Su felt the straight and cold rune coming from there. His eyebrows were raised slowly. He looked silently at the direction of Yanming Lake for a long time, and then his eyebrows spread gradually, saying, "After all, the rune is not a rune."

Master Brother looked at the lake in the night and said with regret: "Although Junior Brother has made great progress, after all, the time to enter the Taoist Taoism is still short, and he has not become a Divine Rune Master."

Ye Su shook his head and said, "How about the Divine Rune Master? Unless you reach the level of Uncle Yan Se, relying on the light and flirty rune papers, and wanting to defeat such characters as Xiahou, you can only be delusional.

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"I never thought that Xiahou could be killed by Fu Dao. The master probably had such skills in the heyday, but I didn't. I naturally have my ideas."

Ning Que looked at the opposite bank that was engulfed in the night again, and said, "No one can say that he can't cross the border to challenge. No one in the world, including the academy, believes that I can overcome Xiahou, but I insisted on doing it because they all miscalculated One thing, I never thought of defeating Xiahou, I just wanted to kill Xiahou. "

If you do not defeat the enemy, how can you kill the enemy?

"Fighting is just an instant. Killing a person can be a very long process. There can be many battles. There are countless battles in the front. I may not be able to defeat him, but I can let him bleed, so even in the end I will still He cannot be defeated, but his blood may be shed. "

"Blood runs out, and naturally it will die."

"Tonight, Xia Hou and I are fighting not for strength, mindfulness or realm, but to see who bleeds blood faster on him. He is a powerful demon, and the defense is too terrible, like a turtle, what I have to do, He kept bleeding the turtle and made sure that he was not bitten to death. "

Ning Que said solemnly: "Thank you Tang for breaking the outermost shell of Xiahou's body, so what I will do next is relatively simple."

Sang Sang looked at him and said, "We will succeed."

Ning Que said a lot today and explained a lot.

If he was not Sang Sang beside him, but other listeners, such as Ye Hongyu, Ye Hongyu must have been so tired that he could kick him into the ice lake under the cliff.

Sang Sang was a little surprised at first, and then understood the reason.

In the face of Xiahou, Ningque lacked the slightest confidence.

Even if his expression is so calm, his tone is so peaceful, it seems full of confidence, everything is under control, even if he has been preparing for a full fifteen years.

He still has no confidence.

So he kept talking about his preparation and his reasons for winning, to convince himself that he could really challenge success across the border and defeat the powerful enemy who seemed unable to overcome.

Sang Sang was very worried and worried about Ning Que's current mental state.

So she has been using Bin Ningque's more affirmative tone, saying: We are sure and will win.

When the whole world does not believe in Ning Que, even when Ning Que is about to lose her confidence, then she is the only one who can give him the final confidence.

Because this is not just a battle of Ning Que, but a battle between the two of them.

Sang Sang put the **** umbrella on his thin shoulder and stretched out his right hand to hold Ning Qi's clothes tightly. He pressed very hard, and his fingers with thin cocoons seemed to sink into his body.

Then she slowly closed her eyes without blinking her eyelashes.

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Xiahou walked out of the courtyard by the lake and came to the lake embankment.

The violent rune of the sea carried out tens of thousands of attacks on his powerful body. Although he was not able to leave any injuries on his body, he broke up his bun.

A few stems of silver hair were sandwiched in the black, scattered behind his body of enlightenment, making him look like a demon on a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, but the ragged shirt was tied with a broken armor left in the waist, Make this demon **** look so embarrassed.

Xia Hou stretched out his face with a blank expression and ripped off the pieces of armor around his waist. He threw it under the willow tree like garbage, then looked at the night around Yanming Lake and coughed.

In cold winter and snowy nights, the temperature is so low that the lake ice is solid like steel.

But it shouldn't make a strong martial arts peaker who feels like body and mind feel like steel.

Xiahou accidentally had so many charms in the lakeside courtyard, but the wind and snow were unbearable. The skill of accidental Ning Que on Fu Dao was much stronger than the rumors. What surprised him most was that Ning Que actually Can run symbols across such a long distance.

The accident made people wary. He knew he had made a mistake, but since he knew where the mistake was, he could correct it, so he didn't care, and still looked silently around Donghu Lake.

The shore of Yanming Lake is full of white snow, but the night is too dark, there is no starlight and no lights, so the world that should be clear is actually so dim, and the snow seems to have become black.

The night shrouds the nearby willows and the reeds in the distance, whether it is the frozen lake or the hills around the lake, it is dark. Even if you are keenly aware, you will not see anything.

Xiahou did not know where Ning Que was at this time, only that he must be on the shore of Yanming Lake, but he did not know whether it was a wooden bridge on the west bank, a snow forest on the east bank or a cliff on the south bank.

But he determined that as long as Ning lacked to move, he would die.

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Ning Que stood on a cliff, holding an iron bow in his hand.

He raised the iron bow and slowly pulled the bowstring.

The bowstring slightly buzzed and was instantly covered by the wind and snow.

There was some snow on the dark iron bow, and it looked colder.

The iron arrow engraved with complicated lines on the string aimed at the night of the northern shore of Yanming Lake.

The night clouds cover the stars, and the four fields are dark.

No stars, no figures.

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Xiahou couldn't see him, and Ningque naturally couldn't see Xiahou.

This time is different from shooting the Longqing prince on the wasteland snow cliff last year.

At that time, the Longqing prince was at a critical moment of breaking through the border, and he cultivated as much as he could for the realm. It was like burning his own life. It was like a golden flower about to bloom in the sea of ​​Ning Quesi, even if it was a dozen miles away The distance also clearly does not require aiming.

Xia Hou, as a stable martial arts peak powerhouse, blended with the willows by the lake as soon as his heart moved. Even if Ning lacked Jin Jin, he could not determine the position of the other party.

In this case, where is the Yuan Thirteen Arrow in his hand ready to shoot?

Just at this time.

Sang Sang under the **** umbrella, closed his eyes tightly, and curled his thin eyebrow tip into a little black flower, and said two numbers.

"Six three three three."

"Two one seven seven two."

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More than two years ago, in the depths of Minshan in spring, the north mountain crossing came south with an arrow.

At that time, the fire in the forest was burning. When the third assassin cut into Ning Que, Sang Sang hid under the **** umbrella, closed his eyes tightly, and shouted two words with all his strength.

More than two years later, on the shore of the ice lake in the cold winter, the strong enemy of Liuxia on the north shore stood silently.

At this time the wind and snow danced on the cliff, Sang Sang shouted two numbers again.

These figures are coordinate systems that only Ning Que and Sang Sang understand. In the past fifteen years, it has been instinctive to accompany them to hunt in Minshan and fight before life and death.

It's almost the same picture and the same scene as it was two years ago, but the numbers Sang Sang shouted tonight are much more complicated. The complexity of the numbers often represents the degree of accuracy.

The cold and dark arrow clusters moved slowly, searching for targets in the night snow.

Then stop.

He loosened his tight bowstring.

The iron arrow left the string, disappeared into the turbulent void in front of the bow, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

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Xia Hou firmly believes that as long as Ning Que takes another shot, he will die.

Ning Que's shot is the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrow.

The dark iron arrow disappeared in front of the cliff a moment ago.

The next moment suddenly appeared in front of Xiahou.

The lines on the arrow were slightly bright, and the remaining snow flakes were not blown away by the wind.

At this moment, Yuan Thirteen Arrows seemed to break through the constraints of distance and time.

It is no longer even affected by the surrounding world.

The cold arrow cluster ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ pierced Xiahou's close-fitting clothes.

The atmosphere of heaven and earth on his body suddenly collapsed.

Xiahou felt something.

Reach out and hold in the air.

He only had time to hold the middle of the arrow.

There are probably only a few people in the world who can hold Ning Que ’s Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

The iron arrow made a harsh rubbing sound in the iron palm.

Mars splashes, illuminating the willows by the lake.

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(Only the second anniversary of the marriage with the leader tomorrow, only one chapter is written, starting from the day after tomorrow, starting from two chapters every day until the end of the month.)

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