Nightfall

The first volume of the early morning empire] The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 284

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The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 284

The iron arrow in Xiahou's hand continued toward his chest, and he was about to pierce his body.

Xiahou's eyes were suddenly bright, like stars.

Only a roar was heard, and the sparks caused by the friction between the iron arrow and his palms instantly condensed.

With the terrifying impact, Xiahou's body swept backwards.

His feet were stepping on the embankment like iron pillars, and two extremely deep gullies were plowed out. If it wasn't for Yanming Lake's water, it would have been frozen, and the water would pour in.

Iron Arrow's arrow clusters pierced the earth and earth layer of his body, pierced his clothes, and pierced his skin, leaving a deep wound, and a drop of blood slowly exuded.

Xiahou raised his head and looked at the south bank of Yanming Lake. His dark, iron face was pale, and then he began to cough, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

Above the snowy night ice lake, there is an empty passage, and there is no snow in it. Until this time, the snow fell again, and then was twisted into pieces by the aftertaste of the arrow road.

This is the Arrow Road.

The other end of Arrow Road is on a cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake.

Xiahou finally determined Ning Que's position.

He looked over there with a blank expression, a strong breath released from his body, snow and dust danced violently, forming a circle among the shaky willows.

Immediately afterwards, the ground on which his feet stood suddenly collapsed, forming a perfect circle. By the terrifying resilience, his body disappeared on the lake embankment, leaving only the wind.

A few pieces of snow fell.

Xiahou left the lake embankment and started running towards the south bank of the lake.

His feet stomped heavily on the lake.

The Yanming Lake is extremely frozen. Even if it bears the impact of his body and high speed, it still hasn't broken, but every time he steps down, there will be a few unremarkable cracks.

Under the hard lake ice is the water, feeling the mountain-like weight on the ice, and beginning to oscillate, making a dull and strange noise.

It's like a drumstick hitting a war drum heavily, making a dull sound.

This piece of Donghu is his drum of war.

His frequency of hitting the war drums is not high, but every drop is so powerful.

Xiahou's running rhythm is not fast, but every step seems to cross a mountain river.

But in an instant, the figure has appeared on the frozen Yanming Lake.

If someone can ignore the darkness, they may be able to see the afterimage on the snowy lake.

A martial arts peak power has absolute power. When he transforms power into speed, it is difficult to describe that terrible degree with words or contrast.

The night breeze on the snow lake certainly does not have this speed, and the falling snow does not have this speed. Even if the rune of Ning Que shoots faster, there is no way to hit such a fast target.

On the battlefield, this is a very simple truth.

Xia Hou and Ning Que both experienced a hundred battles, and they knew this very well.

Since knowing Ning Que ’s hostility towards himself, Xiahou has been vigilantly waiting for the legendary Yuan Thirteen Arrows. He thought for a long time and finally came to a conclusion, as long as he runs, then Yuan Thirteen Arrows will be against himself There is no threat.

The hard military boots stepped on the lake ice and came to the snow lake.

There was a dry lotus frozen in the water, already dead, covered with snow, it looked so miserable.

Just as Xiahou stepped on a dry lotus, the few nearby dry plants shivered, as if regaining some vitality, and then there was a loud bang.

The ice surface of Donghu Lake cracked, withered and dry, the fire was great, and the waves were violent.

Xiahou's mountain-like body flew up in shock.

Among the flames and waves, there are countless shrieks of screams and snorting.

The dry loads that were not swayed by the explosive waves, as if cut by sharp blades, broke and turned into countless pieces of crumbs.

Xiahou fell heavily on the snow lake, splashing a flake of snowflakes.

His knees were slightly bent and his military boots were torn, but his body was so strong that he kept balancing and did not fall.

As he landed, there were countless pieces of extremely sharp and hard iron.

The high-speed sputtered iron pieces screamed, shattered the dry lotus, and then fell on the ice like rain.

A sharp piece of iron attached to his body.

The vitality on the surface of his body, at the most dangerous moment, blocked most of the power of the explosion and the cutting of sharp iron pieces, but there were still more than a dozen pieces of iron, which wedged into his body.

Many wounds appeared on Xiahou's hard skin, and blood began to flow.

Just then.

The second iron arrow arrived.

Suddenly and without warning.

Xiahou watched, the snow drifting on the winter lake shyly shy away, infuriated his right arm, and waved expressionlessly.

This seemingly simple wave made the night breeze on the snowy lake and the boulders rolled wildly.

There was a sharp noise.

A clear blood mouth appeared on his right arm.

Iron Arrow was shocked and wiped his body into the snow lake.

With a bang, a black hole appeared on the extremely hard lake ice.

Xiahou Huo Ran raised his head, staring at the direction of the South Bank, and then started running again.

He confirmed that he still underestimated Ning Que's means.

But he can no longer retreat, he must close the distance with Ning Que.

So no matter how many means are hidden in this winter lake, how many previous explosions are hidden in the withered snow lotus field, he must rush over.

He continued to run into the lotus field.

So the second explosion happened again.

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Yuan Thirteen Arrows can ignore the distance, but not the speed of the target. Ning Que also understands this truth, not to mention Xiahou ’s magic power is extremely powerful, and the strength of the body is not comparable to that of the Longqing prince, so he never expected it. , Yuan Xia Arrow shot Xiahou alone.

Fortunately, there is a lotus field in Yanming Lake.

In late spring, Ning Que bought all the houses near Yanming Lake and turned Yanming Lake into his backyard lake. He planted many lotuses in the lake.

In midsummer, he and Sang Sang sailed on the lake, walking between densely planted lotus fields, admiring the lake and the wind and the stars, picking the lotus and peeling the lotus seeds, and then throwing a lot of small iron pots in the lotus field.

In the winter, Yanming Lake was frozen, the ice surface was thick, the lotus field was withered early, and the lotus face was like a ghost. The small iron pots sinking in the mud of the lotus field began to wake up.

With the wake of the small iron kettle, one explosion after another, sounded one after another on the snowy lake.

The blazing flames and the terrifying air waves, the snow on the quaking lake rises one after another, and countless pieces of extremely sharp and hard small iron pieces whistling through the wind and snow.

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Between the roaring snow and iron sheet, Xiahou was already bloody.

Even more frightening is that whenever his body style is slightly stalled by the explosion, Sang Sang, who has a large black umbrella on the cliff of the South Bank, will report his position, and then rather lack of archery.

The next moment, the horrible and cold iron arrow will come to Xiahou.

The small iron pot is a flower. How many lotus plants Ning Que and Sang Sang planted in this winter lake, how many pots were thrown, how many flowers will bloom on the lake tonight.

The iron arrow is a thorn, and Ning Que has 13 yuan and 13 arrows in the arrow box.

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(I have reported to everyone that there are some things today, write less, and strive to write more tomorrow.)

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