Nightfall

Xiahou, who betrayed the Demon Sect, was the terrifying bright gun ... He could clearly perceive all the details before the iron gun, so he knew that Sang Sang was not dead.

The first shot with the greatest perseverance to seek for the killing, there was no second shot that could kill Ning Que, and the coincidence of the art of war, which should never be missed, nor failed to kill the little **** the cliff, two consecutive This unthinkable miss made Xiahou's emotions a bit strange.

Ning Que had swept through dozens of feet at this time and came to Xuehu.

At this moment, Xiahou frowned slightly, his right palm slammed in the cold wind, and the iron gun on the cliff shrank back sharply, as if it was bounced back into the air by a **** umbrella.

The dark iron gun pierced the remaining snow drifting on the lake, pierced the slightest cold wind, with a sharp roar, and struck Ning's back like lightning.

The sharp roar is the sound of wind breaking, the end sound in front of the sharp gunpoint. The sharper the sound, the faster the speed. If you listen to the sound, you will know that this iron gun, even if it is not as fast as Yuan Thirteen Arrows, is also extremely scary .

It stands to reason that with Ning Que's current cultivation of Dongxuan Shangjing as his strength, there is simply no way to predict the running track of Xia Houming's gun in advance, and there is no way to deal with this and the speed of terror. But Ning Que has never been a reasonable person. His life experience and practice process, he thought carefully about it, and there was really no reason to speak.

When the iron gun was three feet away from his back, when the screams of the friend had not yet reached his ears, he reacted again in advance, pours his body into the air, and twisted in the night sky forcibly. The spirit and strength of the sword are condensed in the body of the sword ...

An extremely bright crisp sound, accompanied by a strong airflow, scattered from the edge of the blade and the spear to the surrounding bō, the snow on the quaking winter lake kept trembling.

Ning lacked a sharp pain in his wrist, almost unable to hold the Park knife in his hand, but he stabilized his body with an extremely determined mind, and through the anti-shock force returned by the blade ... circled in the night wind ... Whistling and rushing to Xiahou again, the speed was a few points faster than before.

The iron gun drew an arc in the night sky ... Before Ning Que came to Xiahou's body, and returned to his right palm, which was held in the cold wind.

The cold wind rushed, Ning lacked the wind, and Park Park knife was clenched in both hands, and the head was cut!

Xiahou was already covered in blood ... His face was pale, but his expression remained unmoved. He looked at him like a ghost, and simply passed it to the extreme.

The light at the tip of the iron spear was great.

After a loud and loud noise, Ning Que traversed backwards like an injured bird, and fell heavily on the snow lake again.

The dark iron gun shuddered at a very high frequency in Xiahou's hands, unable to calm down for a long time ... a low, desperate, low-pitched cry.

Every collision between the iron gun and Piao Dao is that simple and unpretentious, full of force, seemingly concise and boring, but in fact hiding the meaning of breaking the mountain and the lake.

Ning Que stood up ... feeling that his wrist seemed to be broken and his face was pale as snow. Although Xiahou was seriously injured under his arrow ... but in terms of strength and true strength, he Still far inferior to each other ... There is no way to make up for this gap.

Xiahou's simple shot broke Ning's lack of planning for a long time. There should be no reason to be dissatisfied with his life and death. However, his brow furrowed deeply.

Because this shot still failed to stab Ning Que's body.

At the previous moment, when the bright gun was like the blazing sun, when the dark night face of Ning Que was torn apart, the Park knife in Ning Que's hand did not know where to turn it out strangely, and he shot the gun exactly. Pointed, and then his body swooped back, but was not picked out by the spearpoint.

Xia Hou narrowed his eyes, looked at Ning Que and said, "In the spring, you retreat in the mountain cliff cave behind the academy. Sure enough, it's not Fu Wu Shuang Xiu, but you ... have become enchanted."

Ning Que spit a **** saliva into the snow in front of her and did not answer.

Xiahou wanted to understand half of the answer before. That answer was that Ning Que was already enchanted. Otherwise, if he was an ordinary practitioner, he would not be able to withstand the tremendous power carried by the iron gun.

But that is only half the answer.

Xia Hou missed three shots against Ning tonight. Each shot is full of energy. He believes that even those masters of the Devil Sect that year were impossible to follow.

Ning Que should be dead, but he is still alive. Every time at the most critical point in time, when the death of the gunpoint is to cover his body, he can always react in advance and is the most correct response.

Xiahou Jingzhao was suddenly born, and even Ning Que could not explain how he could do this, because it represented his deepest understanding of the surrounding world.

In other words, Ning Que tonight seems to have the fighting consciousness of knowing his life.

The snow on the city wall gradually disappeared, but it seemed to be colder than before. Brother and Ye Su looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, and the breath they exhaled like fog spread all around.

Ye Su did not expect that Ning Que actually caught Xiahou's bright gun. Although he was in a state of extreme embarrassment, he did not die after all. This made him puzzled and even shocked.

Although Xiahou's bright gun is dark and has no traces in the night clouds, he walks with a bright and positive momentum and comprehensively suppresses it with speed and strength, forcing his opponent to fight only for life and death.

With Ning lacking the current level of consciousness, he ca n’t capture the running track of the bright gun at all, let alone predict the enemy first, he can only make a hard connection ... And his practice level is only in Dongxuan Realm, and he has no means of recruiting the world. The skill, then when Xiahou used the first shot, he should have been dead.

"Xiahou's bright gun naturally cannot stabb you, Mr. Da."

Ye Su glanced at the elder brother and continued: "If it is Liu Bai, it must be lifting the hilt of the sword, hitting it with Didi Huanglang, and robbing it. If it is me who is facing the iron gun, it will probably With swordsmanship, he tried to tie the gun, but I could n’t understand how Ning Que could avoid his gun. "

The master shook his head after thinking for a while, and said, "I don't know how the younger brother did it."

Ye Su closed his eyes ... and listened attentively to the sound of the rifle blade looming over the distant snow lake. Someone stepped on the snow like a ghost, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes and frowned. "Even so, there is no explanation."

The brother asked, "So?"

Ye Su said blankly: "You know what I mean."

The master said: "The college is not admissible."

Ye Suhansheng said: "Not acknowledging does not mean non-existence."

The master said slowly: "There is no evidence, so it will only cause trouble."

Ye Su took a deep breath, and suddenly said something headless and tailless: "The Master will one day leave."

The brother did not think about it ... said a word.

This sentence is almost exactly the same as Ning Que's answer to Ye Hongyu.

"I don't think the teacher will leave before us."

Since inheriting the mantle of Uncle Xiao from the gate of Mozong Mountain, Haoran Qi has been constantly changing Ning Que's body. His current body has become stronger and stronger, and his power has become stronger and stronger, corresponding to Yes, his body style and speed have become faster and faster.

However, Xiahou is a former strong generation of Mozong, and his body has been cultivated with true energy for many years. Both his strength and speed are far above Ning Que ... so he can block Xiahou's bright gun, not because of these.

Ning Que didn't know that Xiahou's last method was actually Daomen's practice. He didn't expect that Xiahou would have his own life, but there were countless fragments of consciousness from Master Liansheng in the depths of his knowledge.

Those fragments of consciousness are the spiritual imprints.

Xia Hou is a demon of Kung fu, and he inherits his lot from Lian Sheng. Lian Sheng knows his disciple better than anyone. Although he ca n’t know what Xia Hou practiced when he was shooting a gun ... but he knows Xia Hou ’s love habits and even double He knows everything about Xiahou in the position of his feet.

If Master Liansheng is a giant net like an ocean wide factory, then Xiahou is a giant stone statue walking on this giant net. It seems to be powerful and indestructible. In fact, every step he took ... is still there. Every shock in that net will let that net know its quiet intentions.

Ning Que possesses all the spiritual imprints of Master Liansheng ... It is equivalent to owning this net. Although he cannot actively control these spiritual imprints, when Xiahou walks on the net, the consciousness fragments deep in the sea will start to shine. , Tell him in advance what Xiahou is going to do and how he should do it.

Last winter in the Hulan Sea, it was far from such a powerful Ningque. In the face of Xiahou ’s more powerful fist than tonight, he was able to remain calm because the fragments of consciousness were working.

Tonight, these fragments of consciousness still hit the cold wind from the winter forest on the east bank of the lake in the starting month, rolling up the snow on the lake and dusting it with powder ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Xiahou looked at the snow , Suddenly thought of the Hulan Sea, the snowy ash in his own hands. The box of teacher's ashes suddenly became cold.

"Teacher ... what did he teach you?"

Xiahou looked at Ning Que and asked, a cold flame burning in his eyes.

Ning Que ’s eyes are also very bright, pointing at his head and saying: "Master Liansheng has not taught me anything, but it has left something for me. The consciousness he left tells me that he also wants to kill you This wicked person cleans up the portal for Mingzong, so all this is your teacher ’s killing opportunity for you. "

Xiahou was silent for a long time, and suddenly said indifferently: "The academy claims to be the right way, but you are a disciple of the academy, but you learn from the demon head of the lotus, and use the Demon Sect practice, which is really invincible."

Ning Que said: "You are a disciple of the Mozong, who studied under Liansheng, but betrayed the Mozong and relied on the Daomen, or even modified the Daomen practice, and abandoned your own world to repair the mortal creatures. You are greater than me."

Xiahou suddenly sneered and said, "I can't think of it as a battle between two traitors tonight." .