Nightfall

The battle of the Winter Lake started with a storm of fuss, followed by the snarling of the snow lake, and then the showdown between the bright gun and the dark sword. The bright gun is easy to hide. Only Ning Que can hide, and the dark sword is difficult. After all, Xiahou failed to prevent it.

Xiahou clutched his abdomen, and blood was flowing from his fingers. He felt the pain in his abdomen and the horror sword that was still invading, and his face was extremely ugly.

Since it is not a sword or a sword, it is easy for him to guess that such a river hangs down from the sky, and it is impossible to seriously hurt his sword intentions, which naturally comes from Jiansheng Liubai.

Looking at the Ning Que on the snow lake in the distance, Xia Hou's expression is very strange. Ning Que's realm is not high, but he has a vast and energetic spirit. He learned the charm of Yanse and the arrow of the academy, inherited the lotus The consciousness of life even now possesses Liu Bai's sword intention!

A practitioner can actually combine so many means, and whether these means are right or wrong, they are at the highest level in the world, which is really a rare phenomenon in the world.

"Academy ... Teacher ... Ke Haoran ... Yan Se ... Now there is another Liu Bai, how many secrets are you still hiding in your body, and how many people's killing intentions are still hiding?"

Xiahou madly laughed loudly: "Do all quiet people want me to die?"

Ning Que looked at him in the distance and said, "Everyone wants you to die. That means you should die."

"Idiot Diao would think so!"

Xiahou laughed abruptly, with no emotion on his face, and said indifferently: "No one is qualified to judge whether I should be damned, you can't, those guys can't ... even if everyone says I should be damned, as long as Haotian Will keep me alive, then I will never die. "

Ning Que frowned. He didn't know that in the spring two years ago, before Zhao Xiaoshu's **** battle at the Spring Breeze Pavilion, he used to say something similar to someone in the red sleeves. He only knew that Xiahou at this time became a little different.

Xiahou took a deep breath.

A very cold breath ... released from his body, and then quickly re-converged under his skin, the snow on the lake seemed to sense the terror of this breath ... spread out fearfully around.

Several layers of snow line appear on the lake layer by layer, just like a frozen wave.

The long black hair left the bleeding shoulders, fluttering in the night wind, several white hairs between the friends, shaking with the wind ... Suddenly dye all the black hair around the frost.

Immediately afterwards, Xiahou's cheeks sank slightly, and he quickly lost weight, but the breath from his body did not weaken, but instead became stronger.

In the hissing voice, the broken clothes on his body shattered into pieces, spraying like snowflakes all around ... lù out of his strong red body, standing on the snow lake like an iron man.

Just then, a very strange picture happened.

Chi Luǒ's bronze body has more than hundreds of wounds on the body. These wounds are quickly closed at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, as if there is an invisible force ... Forcibly suppressing all injuries.

An extremely fresh breath of life filled the qi pond that Xiahou gradually adjusted in an instant, and repaired the meridian crystal wall that was already full of holes. The meridian was even thicker than before, as he breathed lighter Light expansion and contraction ... as if to have your own life.

Since ancient times, the general will be like a beautiful woman, not allowed to see bald heads. Tonight, Houhou's white heads are between breaths and breaths. The snow and ice on the lake have become frightened.

The black hair represents health and vitality, and it instantly turns white. The vitality originally attached to it does not know where it went. Xiahou's cheeks were suddenly thin. Where did the flesh go?

Ning Quejing looked at the distance carefully, because the night was too dark, he could only vaguely see Xiahou white head, but he could not see more details, nor did he know what happened to Xiahou.

Several pieces of consciousness fragments in the depths of the sea were slightly shining. He did not know why, and he knew that this was the battle tactic of burning life with Yizong. The blood and health that Xiahou lost instantly were used by this person. The law has been transformed into fresh vitality and freshness.

The reason why Mingzong is called Mozong is very cruel and bad in the eyes of the world. In addition to the cruel selection of materials, there are countless evil yīn dirty exercises in the gate of Mozong, such as the meal of Liansheng. It is cruel to practise the practitioners.

Xia Hou was seriously injured at this time, especially the abdomen with a severe sword wound. At this moment of life and death, he would use the evil techniques of Mozong, and it would not surprise Ning Que.

This and the tactics of burning life will inevitably cause extremely terrible damage to the practitioners themselves. Xiahou fought head-to-head tonight, so even if he can win, he may not live for years.

Ning Que knew this very well, and knew how terrifying the Mozong strong's fight would be, but he was not prepared to give in because he wanted Xiahou to die tonight, so he didn't want him to see the morning light of Yanming Lake again.

Suddenly there was a thunderous cry on the snowy lake.

The air burst apart, and the several snow lines were broken into powder by the air waves. The Xiahou, who was originally standing here, instantly passed through the powdery snow on the lake and swept into the night sky in front of Ning Que, and burst into thunder, Holding the gun in both hands is like holding an iron bar, and it hits the ground unreasonably!

The cold wind roared, the snow on the lake rolled, and the water in the broken hole was horrified.

Ning Que severely stepped on the trembling ice surface, and his body suddenly shook his hands and held the knife ... Jumping into the night, he chopped towards the god-like man today!

Xiahou was expressionless, stepped on the snowflakes, and the iron gun fell down in a row.

This iron gun contains the infinite power he gained at the cost of burning his life. Where can Ning Que resist, he can only hear a loud noise, and jump to him in the night, instantly to the snow at a faster speed Fall on the lake!

The iron gun no longer flew between the night clouds and the cliffs, but held tightly in the hands of iron. In perhaps the last battle in life, Xiahou, a strong man who had betrayed Mozong for decades, eventually returned to the original The world is full of power, showing the style of an authentic Mozong strong.

At this time, Xiahou was like a mountain descending from the sky.

Ning Que is like a gravel under the mountain, which can only be crushed into powder.

Xiahou brutally kicked Yeyun, raised his gun and shot again!

Ning Que struggled to raise the knife and stop it.

The air wave spattered everywhere.

Ning Que's falling speed becomes faster. If he falls on the ice like this, even if he can avoid Xiahou's next iron gun, he will be shocked to death!

However, I don't know if it was lucky, or he made a calculation in advance before he jumped into the air. The place where he fell was just in the lotus field. There were dozens of holes in the lotus field that were previously blown up by a small iron kettle.

In the dark cave, the lake water was shaking and shaking unsteadily with a thin film of freshly frozen ice.

With a thud, Ning Que was smashed into the cold lake and splashed a wave of spray.

After a storm hit, Xiahou did not hesitate and fell into the lake with an iron gun.

Snow sloshing around slowly fell, and Yanming Lake under the night regained quietness, and there was no thundering sound of knives and guns anymore. The two people who lived and forgot their lives were not seen on the lake. The sounds of the lake light dàng came from those caves, as if it had become even colder than before.

Sang Sang on the cliff of Hunan's shore, climbed out from under the **** umbrella with difficulty, looking at the lonely and terrible winter lake, with blood stained on his pale face, and the deepest fears and worries.

Chen Pipi, Tang Xiaotang, and Ye Hongyu by the wooden bridge looked at the secluded lake, and no one spoke, breathing like winter reeds by the bridge, shaking occasionally, and long silence.

The emperor in the palace was embracing his wife without expression, Li Qingshan and Huang Yang stood in the pavilion, Huang Yang left his hand gently and left the ancient Zhong Zhong silent in the snow.

In front of the snow bridge, Xu Shi's silvery white eyebrows fluttered in the night breeze more and more cross-legged and sitting in the snow between the bridge, the second brother still lowered his head and could not see the expression on his face.

In the winter forest, the mute monks who were covered with snow were naturally silent, but the cicada sound that had always been quiet in the forest seemed to have become smaller than before.

On the city wall, Brother and Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, and said nothing. The snow on the wall in front of the two of them did not know when they had scattered into the houses under the city wall.

The entire Chang'an City was silent.

The people in this city knew that Xiahou and Ningque were chasing or fighting in the cold water under the ice of the snowy lake, but no one could know what was happening there.

I don't know how long it will be, and there is a sound on Xuehu.

This sound was like an old wooden door being slowly opened, and it was like a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground. A soft squeak, but it broke the silence of the entire Changan city.

A bulge appeared on the snow lake.

Then the squeaking sound turned into a loud noise.

The ice surface of Yanming Lake arched from time to time, and then fell. It seemed that an invisible giant was striking from the lake below, trying to smash the ice surface.

The extremely thick layer of ice was shaken up by a huge force like a wound, crushed onto the ice next to it, and the lake water kept rolling, making a tsunami-like sound.

The previously secluded snow lake suddenly became extremely terrifying.

A black shadow flew out of the crack in the ice surface ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ yet fell heavily into the snow.

That was Ning Que. His black uniform was already soaked, and he was about to be torn to cover his body. Luǒlù's body was covered with mottled blood that could not be washed away by the lake.

He didn't pause for a moment, and swept away toward the cliff.

But for a moment, the surface of the black uniform began to freeze, but compared with the dark and cold world at the bottom of the lake, the snow lake seemed to be a garden of Haotian.

In the escape-like run, Ning Que remembered the friend who had returned to Haotian ’s arms early, thinking that Xiaoheizi ’s information could not be believed at all, and Xiahou was not afraid of water at all. But how can a martial arts pinnacle strong man be drowned by water?

At this moment, a loud noise rang behind him, the thick ice of the lake surface was lifted directly, the cold lake water flooded the lake surface, and the huge waves like snow would drown the whole world.

In the horrible snow wave, a strong figure of Xiahou Ruhai's monster appeared. He stomped on the cold lake water, and it was more than ten feet in a swipe, hitting Ning Que's back with a shot! ! .