Nightfall

Volume Two Chapter 287: The Lake of Winter

The iron gun is the flagpole of the blood flag, so it is particularly long. It falls on the ice and is a lot taller than Xiahou ’s burly body. The body of the gun is dark in color, dull in gloss, straight without any curvature, and without any decoration on the surface. It is extremely smooth, and the only difference from the stick is that it is extremely sharp and glows brightly.

Although at the most critical moment, Ning Que responded in advance and saved his life, but his arms were still extremely painful, and he seemed to have broken bones. As for the chest and abdomen, it was even more disgusting. Extremely, it seems that blood is slowly gathering there. // The pig pig island novel chapter is updated the fastest ///

The flag was flying with a broken rod, and an iron gun came out from a few miles away, breaking out of the cloud, and it was so embarrassing that he could smash him, almost dying of his bones. It was really unimaginable. How big is this gun? power.

Ning Que knew that Xiahou's most powerful method was not the domineering Demon Sect's true energy in his body, but the iron gun that could break out of the cloud at any time.

No one knows that Xiahou is good at using guns, nor has he heard of it.

This black iron spear was actually used by Xiahou as a flying sword. How could a martial arts strongman from the Devil Sect have such exquisite and powerful Taoist means? // The pig pig island novel chapter is updated the fastest ///

The iron gun stands in the snow lake, exuding a strong taste unabashedly, and solemnly proclaiming its existence and killing intention to the opponent and the nature around the lake.

Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and asked, "What is the name of this gun?"

"Bright gun." Xiahou said: "You have dark arrows, I have bright guns."

Ning Que coughed up a bit of blood and gasped and said, "Good gun, good name."

Xiahou looked at the slender Pu knife held in his right hand and squinted slightly, "You also have a good knife."

It was indeed a good knife, otherwise it would not be able to resist the iron gun that smashed the night cloud and fell from the sky. It should break into countless pieces in an instant.

Xia Hou said with a blank expression: "But who is eligible for my gun except Liu Bai's sword?"

Since betraying Mozong's allegiance to the Daoist Gate, Xiahou has been preparing silently for the twenty-three-year-old cicada who is likely to be alive, especially for the impossible 23 years of cicadas who died silently.

His preparation is the iron gun in his hand at this time.

This gun was made by himself.

The gun meaning of this gun is self-awareness.

In these years of practice, Xiahou insisted on reversing the practice method and forcibly practicing the Taoist gate practice method, and actually successfully repaired the iron gun into his own life!

From that day on, this iron gun finally had a brand-new gun meaning. Xiahou thought it was bright, or that he hoped it would be bright in the future, so he named this iron gun: Ming gun.

With the gun in hand, Xiahou dared to look directly at the peep of Mingzong in the night.

Not to mention Ning Que's ordinary knife?

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When the blood flag was torn and broken, the flagpole turned into an iron gun and flew into the night cloud, and the master above the city wall noticed that he took a step forward subconsciously, holding the head of the city wall with both hands, unaware of the wall product The coldness of the snow looked towards Yanming Lake with a worried look.

Can make the master of the academy so solemnly worried, you can imagine the power of Xiahou's gun, which will have a great impact on the psychology of people watching the battle tonight.

The master murmured, "I can't think of General Xiahou hiding such a means in the end."

"The speed, strength and momentum of this gun are perfect."

Ye Su said: "I remember that the teacher said that when he led Xiahou into the Dao gate, he tried to get him out of the Mozong practice method and renewed the Daoist method. It is really unbelievable that the gun was repaired to such a level. "

The master said slightly: "It was originally given by the subject, no wonder it is so overbearing."

"It's not overbearing, it's bright and upright." Ye Su said: "If Xiahou can practice the bright gun to absolute brightness, he will probably compete with Liu Bai at the peak."

The master shook his head and said: "Not to mention General Xiahou's injury, only to say that the present state of this bright gun is still some distance away from Mr. Liu Bai's sword intention."

Ye Su said: "The distance is the distance from Liu Bai, but it is not something Ningque can cope with."

The brother is silent.

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After taking over the overbearing bright gun, Ning lacked the terrifying impact, and the internal organs were gradually showing signs of injury. He needed time to reply, so he was willing to say a few more words.

Although Xia Hou has also suffered serious injuries, in comparison, he should choose to launch a thunder offensive, before he bleeds, smashing Ning Que into meat, but I do n’t know why, he gave Ning Que a few words. Words of time.

Because he was a bit puzzled at this time, he was vigilant.

In order to fight on the Snow Lake tonight, Ning Que had prepared for fifteen years. Xiahou did not take long to prepare, but he had decades of experience in the **** battlefield.

He is one of the four kings of the Datang Empire. The world is often attracted by his violent and cold-blooded side. He forgets his military talents. In fact, his commanding ability on the battlefield is not weaker than his own. Strength, even more terrifying, is that he is very good at applying the art of war in the battle of practitioners.

From the moment he stepped into the mansion on the shore of Yanming Lake and inserted the flag into the ground, Xiahou has been acting in accordance with the art of war. He used his body as a Chinese military account and kept showing his enemies weak, even at the cost of a large amount of troops. Against the lack of the most powerful means, he finally dragged the enemy to exhaustion and saw all the means of the enemy, before using his strongest means to kill the enemy in one blow.

To pay such a large price for the final blow, consume so much spirit, shed so much blood, then the final blow must be like a thunder, and can not give the enemy any chance.

The blood flag in front of the mansion, if he was in the surroundings of the battlefield, thousands of ambush ambushed, in order that the last enemy could not attack for a long time, and suddenly attacked, as the wind and leaves were determined to win.

Datang's elite heavy armor Xuanqi is the most powerful and terrifying iron current in the barracks. The iron riding has a long time to come out, and it will inevitably sweep across the fields and be invincible. The iron gun in that blood flag is the strongest in Xiahou. The most terrible means, until he was finally released, is naturally the winner.

This shot embodies the strong beliefs and momentum of the martial arts peak powerhouses. Logically speaking, even a more powerful practitioner than Ning Que can't resist.

However, with the iron gun coming out of Yeyun Thunder, Ning Que was not dead. Although he said he was coughing up blood and was seriously injured, but the fact that he did not die still made Xiahou feel extremely doubtful.

During the brief conversation with Ning Que, Xiahou thought about this problem, trying to find the source and solution of the doubt and inexplicable vigilance.

A moment later, he wanted to understand half of the answer, so he watched Ning Que's eyes become brighter and colder, just like the ice scattered on the snow lake in front of him.

It ’s enough to understand half of it. At least he thinks it ’s enough to solve his doubts and vigilance. He swings his right arm, and the wisps of clothing remaining on his arm instantaneously pulverize, and the blood from the wound spills like an arrow into the night. The iron gun held in the palm of the hand broke away and disappeared instantly.

Xiahou's second shot was not directed at Ning Que under the cliff, but at Sang Sang directly above the cliff.

He has enough sources of information, knowing that the little maid on the cliff must be Ning Que ’s little maid, knowing that the little maid and Ning Que ’s relationship is extraordinary, and that the little maid is Wei Guangming ’s heir.

The origin of Sang Sang's identity has always made Xiahou feel a little strange and vigilant, so he decided to kill her first. This decision still conceals the art of war-the art of war is not obscure and complicated, but because it is simple and transparent, it means that Just like the temperament of the iron gun itself-Xiahou is to tell Ning Que clearly that he wants to kill Sang Sang, he wants Ning Que to turn around to save and then die.

Sang Sang is the life of Ning Que. If someone dares to threaten him with Sang Sang, he will surely kill him first at all costs, just like shooting Long Qing through the wasteland.

And for the average person, Xin Niang, who looks so life-threatening and looks so skinny, is threatened by death, she will turn around to save her life as soon as possible.

But Ning Que did not do so. When he sensed that the majestic iron gun was stabting directly on the cliff, he did not look back, but clenched the handle of the knife, his right foot stepped on the ice, his body was above the snow lake. In an instant, he swept straight for more than ten feet, turned his wrist, raised a sharp Park knife, and rushed towards Xiahou.

His speed was amazing. The cold wind on the snowy lake was blowing against his black hospital uniform, and his coat was whispering like a night vault that was about to fall apart.

Xiahou frowned, slightly puzzled, and stretched out his iron right hand in the night breeze.

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The iron gun came through the air, and in a flash came to the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, and stabbed towards Sang Sang, because the friction with the air was too violent, the dark gun body was bright and shiny, and Sang Sang's thin and short body is extremely long and terrifying.

The gun wind wrapped around the snow between the cliffs, and her cheeks blew, and the short yellow hair cut back like a grass in a steep stream.

She knew that Ning Que would not turn around to save herself, because Ning Que could not save herself, because Ning Que believed she could save herself, because at this moment she must save herself.

Although Sang Sang is a descendant of the Light God, he learned the magic with the old man. These days and the Taoist Ye Hongyu confirmed each other, but she has never participated in the battle of the practitioners.

I do n’t know how to fight ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I do n’t know how I can save myself. She relies on instinct. Like the life and death moments in Minshan many years ago, she squatted down like a wounded beast and held tightly. Holding the umbrella handle, he shrank desperately, so that the **** umbrella covered every part of his body.

There was a very strange sound on the cliff, just like the drumstick fell heavily on a broken drum, and it was like the footsteps of Xiahou who had crossed the river and mountain before, and he broke the ice and fell into the water.

The iron gun pierced fiercely into the **** umbrella, and the sharp point of the gun pierced the greasy dirt and black mud for years.

The place where the **** umbrella came into contact with the iron gun collapsed sharply, and the black cloth sizzled, and it seemed to turn into a scary black hole. However, at the bottom of the black hole, the gun tip always ... failed to pass through the umbrella surface!

The umbrella handle of the **** umbrella was against the cliff stone, and there was a thud, as if the tofu was cut with a knife, and then stabbed into it. The gravel was flying and closed his eyes. Very pale, wow, blood spewed out of his lips, staining the new clothes he changed this morning.

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